making up patterns as i go along

baneismydragon  asked:

For the prompts: sorry were you sleeping, Ladrien

“Sorry.” Adrien scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Were you sleeping?”

Ladybug blinked heavy eyes at him. “Was I…huh?”

“I just, uh, I didn’t want you to fall.”

Ladybug looked down to find herself crouched against one of the large windows that made up a wall of Adrien’s room. As if becoming aware of it made it real, shooting pain ran up her legs and back from their prolonged abuse in her current position. She tried to stand quickly and lost her balance. A strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room.

“What were you doing out there?” Adrien asked, leading her to the couch. 

Ladybug sat down, sighing in relief. Her cheeks flushed pink when she processed his question. “I-I…I was checking up on you.”

“Is there an akuma?”

“No, nothing like that. Wow, I must seem like a total creep.” She dropped her face in her hands. “I worry about you a lot s-so sometimes I like to come make sure you’re okay. I guess I fell asleep watch–” Ladybug groaned in embarrassment and folded in on herself a bit.

Adrien licked his lips. “You worry about me?”

Ladybug looked up at him. “Ever since Volpina, I can’t stop seeing you dangling from the Tower.”

“That wasn’t really me.”

“I know that…but it could have been.”

Adrien took a deep breath and reached out for Ladybug’s hand. She looked up at him in surprise. “It’s really sweet that you care about the citizens of Paris so much.” He traced a finger along the dimpled material covering her palm. “No wonder you’re exhausted if you try to visit everyone you’ve ever saved.”

“I don’t,” she replied quietly, mesmerized by the pattern he was making.

“You don’t…”

“You’re the only one I visit,” she admitted.

“Oh,” he breathed. “W-why is that?”

Ladybug’s cheek reddened again. “I’m…you’re…” She stood quickly. “I should go.”

Adrien still held onto her hand. “Now? B-but maybe we can hang out!”

“Don’t you have school soon?”

“I’ll skip it.”

“I have school soon.”

He looked down. “Right. Okay.” He hadn’t let go of her hand yet. “Will you, um, will you visit me again?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes!” It was Adrien’s turn to duck his head in embarrassment and dropped her hand.

Emboldened by his declaration, Ladybug leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Until next time then.” She quickly jumped to the window sill and slung out her yo-yo.

Adrien slid down to the ground with a goofy grin on his face.

“Oh brother,” Plagg complained. “You’re going to be even worse now, aren’t you?”

Originally posted by artsypaige

So I may have gotten really excited about your prompt @baneismydragon because you are seriously one of my favorite people on tumblr! :D Hope you enjoyed the story!

If you would like me to write a short ML drabble, send me a prompt from this list and a pairing and I will get to it when I can. :)

Mystic Messenger Poolside

I lied I enjoy these because they are short. I dunno just the RFA at the pool . I’m making this up as i go along. I am desperate for warmer weather and long pool days where you can just relax, read a book, and try not to get eaten by bugs. Maybe I will do more of these this was relatively painless to write and these are cute little scenarios. I can see the appeal now.


  • he is the typical college male
  • a normal body, not well toned but not chubby either guy is probably self-conscious
  • he has to take out his bobby pins to go into the pool
  • has goofy patterned swim trunks with animals on them, or LOLOL themed
  • immediately jumps into the pool with no hesitation trying to make the biggest splash possible
  • if MC is laying out he splashes her for laughs
  • MC pulls him around in the water as he floats
  • MC and Yoosung attempt to climb into the same raft ending in someone being thrown off the side into the deep end
  • probably hold competitions on who can hold their breath the longest
  • hes not bad at diving off the diving board but he still manages to splash everywhere


  • the pool god himself
  • the best part is watching him peel off his shirt and reveal those chiseled abs and perfect body, and he loves knowing that probably everyone is watching him
  • he could pull off the Speedo if he really wanted to, however that for private time only, he sticks to board shorts like every other guy at the pool
  • if you ask nicely for him to be your pool boy he will gladly put on the Speedo if you wanted
  • probably uses the oil “lotion” by the pool because his body glistens in the sun
  • when you both are in the water he enjoys poking your sides and letting you float in his arms
  • but if Jumin challenges him to a duel via chicken fight you best bet you are getting on his shoulders and are going to win. there is no way he would ever forgive himself if he lost to Jumin
  • as beautiful and talented as this man is, he is a horrible diver off the diving board. He is a fumbling flopping figure dropping into the water. 
  • he enjoys a few pool beers in a raft
  • will casually swim laps as part of his workout routine when it is warmer out
  • always reassures you that you are beautiful even when you feel self-conscious. 
  • its also easier for him to just pull the string to your bikini bottoms to have you completely naked.


  • the one piece bikini, or tank-ini wearer 
  • MC would have to steal all her one pieces to get her to wear a two piece 
  • probably wears a huge hat by the pool
  • would rather read a book in a float than actually swim
  • will probably lose her mind if someone tried to flip her
  • hugs MC from behind in the water
  • always gets out every 2 hours to apply SPF 60 and makes sure that MC uses it to
  • MC helps Jaehee apply those hard to reach places and she returns the favor
  • the most competent and graceful diver into the pool
  • when she is alone she likes to put on her swim cap and swim a few laps when she has time


  • the one who has to put on a crap ton of sunscreen just to sit outside because redheads burn easily in the sun
  • similar to Yoosung will immediately throw himself into the water
  • his goal is to get MC wet 
  • if MC is in a float you can bet she is 100% going to get flipped
  • tries to perfect his cannon ball and measures its effectiveness by MC screaming at him for getting her wet
  • will drag MC into the pool even if she is holding onto the gate for dear life will throw her over his shoulder and drag her into the pool
  • just don’t expect to stay dry
  • when you try to get back at him by holding hands and jumping into the pool you both count to three and neither of you jump. You both laugh and attempt it again counting to three. Neither of you jump. the third time you tell yourself you are going to just push him in. You both count to three holding each others hands, and neither of you jump. You immediately charger after him and he doges your moves and your momentum takes you straight into the pool. 
  • he fell laughing so hard at MC
  • will play little games with MC in the pool
  • MC carries him around the pool when he is more calm


  • hes perfect too
  • SPF 60 does not want to burn in the sun and he brings out a hat to protect his face
  • helps MC apply her sunscreen and allows MC to run her hands up and down his chest and back. Not that MC is complaining
  • he spends a decent amount of time in and out of the pool and under the umbrella
  • MC catches him staring at her a lot while she is sitting on the edge of the pool
  • has a waterproof watch on that he wears around water
  • has a tumbler for wine on the go 
  • buys the best outdoor furniture, rafts, and luxuries for the pool
  • loves to hold MC in his arms and run his hands over her body
  • buys her nice bikinis he thinks will flatter her
  • she rarely wears the scantly clad ones around others but saves those for when her and Jumin are in one of those days where they cant keep their hands off of each other


  • hesitant to get into the water because his vision is failing him
  • it was too hot outside for him to stay indoors waiting around until his surgery date came around
  • MC held his hand as they walked into the pool from the steps
  • both let out a sigh in relief from the hot summer sun
  • MC let V feel his way around the pool and teasing him slightly by splashing him with water
  • hot dad #2 
  • this man was perfect 
  • when V was nodding off in a pool float MC grabbed his camera and snapped a few shots of him in the pool and his blue hair
  • V sound asleep started rolling off of the raft and woke himself up abruptly with cold water
  • V likes to pull MC close to his chest kissing the top of her head as his fingers trail up her back
  • V may or may not have purposely pulled her bikini top strings
  • he was lucky that he was partially blind he couldn’t see


  • Hates the pool
  • will sit under an umbrella with his headphones in listening to his music or reading something
  • when MC comes out in her bikini hes more willing to get into the water if shes going in
  • she makes sure he keeps applying sunscreen so he doesn’t burn to a crisp
  • if his brother visits at the pool they more than likely will get into a wrestling match trying to throw one another into the pool and eventually they both will fall in.
  • probably splash each other to the death
  • he enjoys eating his ice cream and watching MC float around in the pool
  • when he does decide to get in he likes to give MC a ride on his back carrying her around the pool area 
Dream Pillow to remember Prophetic Dreams

Hello lovelies! Been awhile, I wanted to give you guys this recipe/spell I created for a friend to enhance her dream memory! I know a lot of people struggle with remembering dreams, and that’s ok! I am here to try and help!

You will need some fabric and a sewing kit for starters!


-Sandalwood Powder: Visionary Properties

-Peppermint: Psychic awareness and Intuition

-Hawthorne Berries: Protection of witches

-Blood Salt: To protect yourself, and have the ability to defend yourself from any negativity that may try and harm you in these dreams.

-Purple, purple, purple!: Add some purple yarn, tissue paper, or fabric on the inside to help with opening your third eye (Purple is most commonly associated with your third eye, I’ve learned:)

-Amethyst: Once again, to help with your third eye and visionary properties beyond our realm/spirit work. (If you are hoping for channeling, I would substitute amethyst with a piece of fluorite…but that’s just me:)

-Sigil(s): I created a personal sigil for this friend, stemming from, “I will remember my dreams”. I find it stronger to make your own personal sigil when making these pillows for your self.

-Sage: I always add sage for positivity, cleansing, and protection.

The pillow doesn’t have to be huge, the ones we make are relatively small, maybe 2x2 in (After sewn). I start off by folding the fabric in half, and I sew along two sides only, while the fabric is inside out (The pattern that you want on the outside needs to be on the inside so you can create a clean seam). Once both sides are done, I turn it back so the pattern or color is on the outside (I recommend purple) and start stuffing! I go in this order,

Tissue paper, sigil (folded up), Sandalwood powder, peppermint, Hawthorne berry, blood salt, Amethyst, and sage.

If you don’t have some of these items, feel free to substitute them with items you have that you personally feel would work best for you. Our correspondences may be different, and one thing that may work for me, may not work for you. Mix it up!

As I sew the pillow shut, I say the following

“May _________ see what they need to see

May _________ know what they need to know

May _________ fight what they need to fight

May this help ___________’s senses grow”

If this is for you, replace the spaces with I, and the last with my.

Then to finish off, I recommend smudging these pillows with Cedar or sage. Personally, I use this sage spray a friend of mine got me, and it does wonders!

I charge these pillows by simply sleeping with them the very first night I create them. I put them under my pillow right away and then that’s that! Its good to smudge them beforehand, or after if you have any negative dreams.

As far as the sigil goes, I do not charge the sigil in the pillow. I draw the sigil first, and put the original in a bowl with some quartz points and selenite, then I draw a second one and put that in the pillow right away. I leave the original sigil in the bowl overnight, and then add it to my collection the next day:)

I hope you all enjoyed this, please reblog to share with others, and follow/like if you wanna see more! :)

Lots of unconditional love,


anonymous asked:

Second time making a body suit but I had difficulty with my first one. I've used Yaya Han bodysuit pattern and her 4-way vinyl fabrics but this time I don't want to use the final product too early. What do you recommend to use as a mock up? Spandex or muslin fabric?

Use whichever of the two has a similar 4-way stretch to yayas. You want to get as close to your final fabric as you can, so you encounter the same effect or issues that may come up. 

Baby Bear - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Baby Bear - Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Warnings - Biting, Sub!Bucky, Sex Toys, Pet Play, Vibrators.

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5/22/17--21W 2D (Part the Fourth)

I gave in to the cleaning monster and managed to purge three 30-gallon bins worth of various craft supplies, fabric scraps, old gift bags, and outgrown mementos in all of 6-ish hours. Also managed to rearrange about ¾ of the closet, making room for things previously stacked in the bedroom, and sorted and binned all of the baby clothes. The clothes took up an entire bin on their own. Another of the emptied bins I then refilled with more baby things, and the other one will be disposed of along with all the purged stuff. Next I need to go through my sewing patterns and the underbed bin. I might even sort through the bookshelves!
The bassinet is empty of clothes and sitting in our bedroom. My back is in misery. I feel very accomplished!

Dark Phoenix Inspired Ballgown Part 1: Making a petticoat

Hey Everybody! I want to do a write up of how I made my Dark Phoenix inspired ballgown! I’m going to start with a write up of how I made the petticoat for my ball gown. I am by no means an expert and I totally made this up as I went along but here’s how I made the petticoat. 

I used Simplicity Pattern 4269 as the base for this dress and the petticoats

BUT I ended up ignoring most of the petticoat instructions and making up my own thing because they a). Made no sense and B). Didn’t fit over my hoop skirt so I couldn’t really use them. 

     - Base fabric (I used a white lining from Joanns)
     - Tulle (Lots and lots of tulle)
     - Bias tape
     - Elastic

Step 1: Here I followed the petticoat instructions and made a large white skirt. This Skirt didn’t actually fit over my hoop skirt (Which is a three hoop hoop skirt I bought off of Amazon a really long time ago) and I needed it to fit right so I ended up installing ten inch tall godets on all the seams of the underskirt and then hemming it. This did end up giving me enough room to work with but is a pretty inelegant solution. I was running out of fabric but if I had more I simply would have made more panels in the skirt. 

Step 2: Next I made giant ruffles for each level of the hoop skirt. These ruffles were gathered down to the circumference of each hoop. The way I did it was to make a bunch of individual panels that were about ten inches long and sew them together into a giant strip. (I did it so there were four inches of strip for every one inch of hoop length). That strip gets sewn into one giant loop, hemmed, and then gathered down to the right length. Something I did to hold the gathered loops in the right length/degree of poof was to sandwich the gathered edge in a piece of bias tape. The picture below shows the hemmed and gathered tulle strips pinned on to the base skirt.

Step 3: Make a skirt out of tulle like how you did the base skirt. This was something that was included in the pattern for the petticoat and I think it helped to smooth down the overall appearance of the petticoat as well as add a little more volume. 

Step 4: Attach everything to an elastic waistband (I used three inch wide elastic) by gathering down the tulle skirt and the ruffled skirt to fit that waistband. The right layer order is the hoop skirt, then the ruffled skirt, then the tulle skirt (keeping in mind that the ruffled layer and the tulle layer are made as one piece). 

The first of the next two images is just a sample skirt on top of only the hoopskirt layer. It has much more volume than if it was alone but it really isn’t the right silhouette for this project. The second image is me wth that sample skirt and the hoopskirt and petticoat on and the silhouette is much much better overall. 

And that’s how you do a simple petticoat to be worn over a hoop skirt for all your princess dress needs! 

You Have A Bad Sex Life With Him

“Hey babe” I greet Harry, taking off my heels and placing them in the closet.
Harry smiles at me, placing a small kiss on my lips. He rubs his eyes after, letting out an obnoxious yawn. Tears of exhaustion fill his eyes, out of his control.
“Awe, honey, why don’t we go to bed, huh?” I question, placing loose hair behind his ear.
He nods, smiling slightly as he took my hand, holding it in his as he guides me to the bedroom.
Once we enter our room, we start to replace our current clothes with pajamas. As Harry lifts up his shirt, I can’t help but stare at his body. The way his muscles move so delicately, and the way his hands caress the fabric of his shirt in his fisted hands as he places it in the dirty hamper. I can’t help but stare, I haven’t touched him in nearly two months. Every time I try to make love to him, he always brushes me off as if I were nothing, claiming that he’s tired or not in the mood for it. This has been strange to me for the past couple of months, considering he would always be in the mood. He used to make every excuse to touch me, feel me, hold me, make love to me. But now, none of those are his desires, and I don’t know why.
Sighing, I make my way to the bed, laying on my side as I waited patiently for Harry to take his spot next to me.
I catch myself still staring, and I quickly shake my head, trying to push the desires away.
Once he got changed, he took the empty space next to me, turning his back towards me before turning off the lamp on his night stand. He nuzzles the side of his face in the pillow, lifting the covers up until they reach his chest.
Frowning, I keep steady on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I sigh loudly, trying to relax myself, but I can’t. I am too attracted to him to keep my hands away, and I knew that it shouldn’t be like that if we are engaged.
“Harry?” I ask, turning toward his back.
I run my fingers along his spine, and I can feel the chills that arise on his skin against mine. I draw patterns on his back, spelling our names, making hearts, anything and everything upon his inked skin.
“Hm?” He hums.
“Make love to me.” I whisper, closing my eyes, silently praying that he would go through with the idea.
He groans, pushing his shoulder back, making my hand slip away from his body. He moves farther away from me, shaking his head, still not turning his body.
“Y/n, no. Not tonight, alright? I’m tired and have to work tomorrow.”
My heart drops at his statement, and I begin to realize that maybe, he will never show his love to me again. Maybe, he doesn’t love me the way he used to before. Something in him has changed. Whatever it is, it has changed for me. He doesn’t see me the way he used to. He doesn’t see me as a lover, or a fiancé. He sees me as someone to stay with. He sees me as someone who won’t make him feel lonely.
“You’re not sexually attracted to me the way you used to, have you?” I whisper.
Harry doesn’t answer, but his body stiffens.
“This marriage won’t work if you don’t see me as attractive, Harry. This can’t work.” I state, trying desperately for him to answer me.
But he stays silent; mute.
Tears fill my eyes, sadness consuming me as I nod my head.
I push myself off the bed, grabbing the extra couple of pillows before stomping out of the room. The most frustrating thing about the situation are my bodily desires. I am still craving his touch, his love. I am still craving the feeling of sex, since I’ve had a lack of it for too long.
Making my way into the guest bedroom, that is right across the hall from Harry and I’s, I shut the door before entering the room.
I place the extra pillows on the bed, just the way to make me sit up in a comfortable position. I have been doing this way too often, pleasuring myself, but this has been the only way I could feel something.
Sighing, I begin to pull down my pajama shorts and underwear. My movements were slow, halfhearted, because this was never enough for me. I need Harry, he’s the only man to satisfy me. Doing things like this to myself has never been the same, and I’m beginning to believe that even I will give up on myself, just like the way he gave up on me.
I slowly placed my fingers on my folds, rubbing up and down on them, applying a soft pressure. I let out a breathy moan, immediately attaching my fingers to my clit. I squeal, as quietly as I can. I tighten my lips together, moaning with a closed mouth, just so Harry didn’t hear what I’m doing to myself.
With one thumb attached to my clit, I place my free hand on my inner thigh, caressing the wet skin. I begin to place my fingers inside myself, slowly pumping my fingers in and out.
“Oh shit” I moan out.
“Oh shit”
I twist my fingers, pump them, rub my thumb in figure eights, circles, repeat.
As I was nearing my climax, nearing my edge, I feel a hand pull my fingers away from myself. My moans come to a halt, my eyes opening and staring at Harry in complete shock.
He looked sad, yet concerned. As if he didn’t understand what I was doing. Before I could speak, his lips meet passionately against mine.
His hand slithered behind my head, massaging my scalp with his soft finger tips. I almost pushed him away from me. I almost punched his chest repeatedly, asking why it had to be like this. But I couldn’t. I had missed him and needed him too much to push him away.
“I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.” Harry whispers, reaching the hand that was holding onto my waist down to his boxers, pushing them down.
“You are so special to me. I’m sorry.”
He kisses me again, soft and gentle, full of love and lust. He pushes his body more against mine, and before I knew it, he was making love to me.
He was moving slowly, so passionately and delicate. I could feel his heat radiating off of his body onto mine. He was kissing me, always rubbing his skin on mine, rubbing his lips against mine, giving me all of him.
I had missed this all too much, and it hadn’t hit me until now just how much I have. A sob ripped through me, my hand clutching onto my mouth in order to prevent more from escaping.
“Sh sh sh. I’m sorry. I love you, baby. I know. I’m sorry.” He kept repeating.
It was then when we reached our climaxes. Our moans increasing its sound as they bounced off of the walls.
Harry sighed, slipping out of me.
“I’m so sorry. How often do you do this? Fuck, I am awful. I’m so awful. I’m horrible. I love you so much. I’m sorry.”
With tears still piling in my eyes, I shook my head.
“Stop it. It’s okay. Can we just, can we just work on this a little more? We can get through this, right?”
He smiled, leaning down to kiss me one more time.
“We can get through anything, my love.”

My very first ‘proper’ quilt, if you could call it that. I learned many useful things:

1. Don’t make up a pattern as you go along when you don’t know where you’re going. Starting from corner pieces and adding squares and strips and working inwards and then outwards and then around and up and down is a recipe for insanity.

 2. 'Problem solving’ is a fancy phrase for unpicking and swearing.

3. Using puffy polyester fill is not going to happen ever again.

4. Having a slippery backing fabric was a stupid decision.

5. I didn’t always stitch in the ditch. Mostly I wandered all over the countryside and got exhausted.

I’m pleased that it’s done, and I think my elderly aunt will be happy with it. She’s a nun in a convent, so I chose tasteful fabrics accordingly. She also has very little sight, so she won’t see any of my creative misadventures, only the love and time that went into making it. 😇😍

anonymous asked:

How did you get the correct measurements for your Lance cosplay? Because I want to do the same paladin uniform for Keith but I've never made a custom pattern before. How hard is it to do?

oh man.   I’m EXTREMELY trial and error with my measuring and cutting things out. 

constantly just keep up reference images when you are working. my screen literally looks like this every time I work 

and MEASURE EVERYTHING. The red lines below are about the places I measured 

Measure everything twice! (you NEED a fabric tape measure to do this. not a hard ruler) then take tissue paper or newspaper and draw out the basic shapes.  Then what I do is I just hold it up to my body and look in the mirror to see if it looks right (it might look off because its flimsy paper but its better than nothing)  Then maybe cut out a few more shapes and tape them together to see if it all looks right before you cut into your foam. 
cutting into the foam, cut a little bigger than you planned because its easier to cut excess off than accidentally cutting it too small and needing to start over again. 

If I’m going to be honest.  This is really fucking hard.   I’ve worked with foam before when making Edward Elric’s automail arm so I know a little of what to use and expect out of the foam. Along with the fact I’ve made my own patterns before and know how things fit on my own body really well makes it a little easier for myself but I can’t say for others. It could be extremely challenging.  

again, I recommend Evil Ted tutorials to help you and don’t be afraid to look up other tutorials on youtube for pattern making or anything you can think of. The internet is an awesome resource. USE IT!  And good luck with your cosplay!!!  

inferxpony  asked:

Do you know how to do a "snug" (form-fitting) kimono-style pronghorn antelope fursuit?

I’m not sure about the antelope part, that would require you to do some research into it’s anatomy… BUT I know how to make a form fitted bodysuit! 

Step 1: Get this thing-

It is a pattern of one-piece pajamas! Here’s a place to buy it!  You can get it in mens too but it’s pretty much the same thing. I’m sure you can do some digging to find it cheaper! 

Step 2: Get yourself a large sheet of test fabric (i.e. full, queen, or king size sheets. You can also use cheap store bought fabric too just make sure to read the instructions and get a half yard more than they say!) 

Step 3: Follow the instructions on your pattern exactly. It should look just like the picture above if done right. You can leave out the cuffs, belt and collar though! It’s up to you! You can also do some slight changes to the pattern to make the buttons run along the back but it’s all up to your preference! You should have one finished pair of ugly pajamas after you’re done! 

Step 4: This is the important part! What you’re going to be doing next is  basically tailoring the entire thing. I was able to do this step by myself but I’m VERY flexible so most people will need some help! (You can also put it on a duck tape dummy if you have it but this tutorial doesn’t require one!) You’ll want to work on one appendage at a time so lets say you start with your legs. Pull the seam of one side of the pants away from your leg, then take sewing pins and start pinning upwards. (You can do this with a sharpie too! Just trace along the same line!) it should look like a pair of skinny jeans! Make sure you can get your leg out of the pant leg. If you cannot, you’ll have to pin again, this time leaving a little more room! You’ll do the same thing for your arms and then again for your body! The body will be slightly trickier because You’ll have to pin both sides! 

Step 5: Take the suit off. Make sure that you can actually get out of the suit! If not you’ll have to re-pin areas to make them larger! If you can’t get out, you definitely can’t get back in so this part is very important!

Step 6: Now you have to sew along the outside of the line of pins (or marker). Give yourself half an inch of room between the pins and the stitching. After it’s all sewn up, you can trim off the excess fabric! make sure to try it on again to double check though! 

Step 7: Take a marker and draw in all of your fursonas different markings! The lines should represent where there is a color change on the fursuit. I suggest beginners try no more than two different colors.

Step 8: Now you are going to have to rip all of the seams! If ripping them is impossible then you can take scissors and cut along the seam, just be very careful not to tear the fabric! After you are finished you should have 4 leg pieces, 4 arm pieces, and 3 body pieces. 

Step 9: Cut along the lines you made for your fursonas markings. Remember to label the pieces! (i.e. left leg, front, black) 

Step 10: Now you have a whole new pattern! Do the same thing you did step 3 except this time on your fur! Sew the pieces together and wallah! You have a form fitted fursuit bodysuit!

Hooray for more Tony imagines! (That gif just kills me). This was inspired by an imagine I saw about an ice-skating date between the reader and Tony Stark so I pounced on the opportunity. This is Part 2 to Bedtime Stories (as originally requested by bitch-queen-of-hell) and I struggled at first to find a direction for the plot. However after re-reading the first part, I figured I’d play on the whole “I want to wake up next to you” thingy which is just adorable. This second part was requested by nerd-kat–hell-yes. Enjoy my darlings!

Prompt:  I NEED a part two to Bedtime Stories. PLEASE.

“Bedtime Stories” (Part 2)

Part 1

“What do you think?” You asked, smoothing out the material and brushing away a piece of excess fluff. Over the top of a pair of leggings you were wearing a ¾ length, royal blue woollen dress that was a hand-me-down from your mother. A silver pattern was stitched along the collar and down the sleeves. It usually only came out at Christmas time but given your date tonight, you had deemed it appropriate. Tony was looking at you with soft eyes but said nothing.
“What?” You asked, turning around and trying to look at the back of your dress. Was it dirty and you hadn’t realised?
“Nothing.” Tony assured you, stepping forward and taking your hands to stop you spinning around – watching you was going to make him dizzy.
“I was just thinking how much better it would look balled up on my bedroom floor.” The billionaire chuckled and you shoved him playfully.

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Fenris in Fog

This is my submission for @teamblueandangry’s reverse big bang event: Glow Bang! As part of the event, I was teamed up with @wardenari who created an amazing fic to go along with my artwork. Please go check it out!

His First Friend - @wardenari

My goal with this piece was to create a visual story that represented the mystery that comes with the Fog Warriors and Fenris’s time on Seheron. I also wanted to take the opportunity to explore stylistic choices outside of my comfort zone as well as pattern making. I hope you all enjoy the art and fic as much as I do! <3 

Preference #14- You took my mum


#14 You took my mum

Requested by @5sos-are-my-daddies with Michael :) If you have a request do ask!


Have you ever wondered how it must feel to be pregnant? Not only pregnant but very pregnant at this point in time? I have one word to describe it all, discomfort. The constant discomfort I feel even when I think or convince myself I am comfortable when in fact it couldn’t be further from the truth. But I guess that’s the thing about having a human growing inside of you, yeah I try not to remind myself of that too much, freaks me out if I think about it too much.

“Come on y/n, you sure you can’t go?” Michael, starts to whine as he comes down the stairs and into the living room where I was currently watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians.

Pausing the show I turned my head to face him, feeling exhausted as it is with being 6 months pregnant and working most of the time. “I can’t now, you know how I feel about it all.” I moaned to him and tuned back round to my comfortable spot and pressed play, making it a closed case.

"But we waited ages for those tickets! We’ve always wanted to go!” He spoke up causing me to sigh.

"That was before oh I don’t know, you got me pregnant?” I said pointing to my stomach and he rolled his eyes and sat down next to me, pulling my legs up so I could rest them on his lap.

Before this all happened me and Michael got Twenty One Pilots concert tickets, and I’ve always wanted to see them even before I met Mikey and we always agreed to see them when we could find the time and afford it, but then a little bump in the road came along and now the bump is forming on my stomach.

"I get it, who else could go though?” He asked me and I shook my shoulders, knowing that Luke was in Italy with his girlfriend, Calum had gone home for a while and Ashton was with his three kids visiting home too.

"I don’t know, I’m sure you’ll find someone Mikey.” I said bringing my legs off of his lap and moving up next to him, resting my head on his shoulder and he placed his arm around my shoulders and his other hand on my stomach. “I can’t wait until we take this little one to a concert.” He said making swirls and various patterns on my stretched top with his left hand which caught the light and reflected the gold ring on his finger matching mine.

"Well I’ll have you know the first concert lil Squidgy is going to will be 5 Seconds Of Summer along with her fellow mini members.” I giggled to myself imagining them all seeing their dads perform and cheering, waving to them as they focused to hard on getting it right so it would be perfect for them all.

"Thanks for that note of reassurance that the band will stay together that long.” He joked and pulled a face then stood up, he scratched his head and began to walk out of the room grabbing a hold of his phone as he did so.

Whilst I continued to watch tv I could hear distinctly Michael on the phone laughing with someone, I shrugged it off assuming he found someone to go with. Once the show was over I grabbed the blanket that was thrown over the sofa and covered myself with it as best as I could since my bump took most of the cover away from my lower legs. I closed my eyes and peacefully fell myself going to sleep.

Once I woke up I rubbed my eyes and slowly moved to sit up, I looked around to see that I must’ve been asleep for a lot longer than I had intended a note was roughly written onto a scrap piece of paper. My vision took a moment to focus once again and when I picked the note up to see what it said I recognised Mikeys rushed writing from the days of him writing lyrics at 5am, or drawing with me or playing games with the guys at Christmas.

‘Found a concert buddy after all, stay safe love you x’

I smiled down to the note and placed it back onto the table, my stomach seemed to be fairly calm at this moment so I went to get something to eat, having over anticipated how long I could nap for. Once I had some food in my stomach for Squidgy my phone had been making all sorts of relentless noises since I had woken back up. Being apart of the 5SOS world has its ups and downs, like any relationship. Except in this one you have to consider millions of others in everything you do, meaning my phone is never peaceful, it used to be fairly simple with a few tweets here and there but once we got engaged things started to get a lot more lively. From then it grew dramatically with fans wanting our wedding location, invites and all the details for the day. When we got pregnant many wished us well and for the baby to be in good health, others wanted it gone, that only they could have Michael and demanded an ultrasound as we could be ‘faking’. Now I tend to ignore most of it, having mixed feelings towards a lot of the attention I receive online.

As I pick my phone up I see many Instagram posts that I’ve been tagged in, then tweets followed about the concert Michael went to. A feeling of worry washed over me in case he got hurt again or had to leave, many possibilities circled my mind and few had positive outcomes. I managed to unlock my phone after a few failed attempts due to my shaking, I clicked on one of the tweets and saw something I never expected.

Michael at the Twenty One Pilots concert, with my mum.

Many tweets and photos were of them dancing or singing along, taking selfies with fans and chatting to them about all sorts. Whilst I scrolled through the countless messages I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at all of it. Of all the people he could’ve gone with he ended up taking my mum, who hadn’t listened to the band since she made me turn the volume down in the car months ago. Now there she is, dancing and singing along to their songs like there’s no tomorrow.

Hours had passed and I heard the front door open, I walked down the stairs to see Michael placing his keys by the front door and turn to face me as I stood at the top of the stairs immersed in the shadows. “Good time?” I asked as I took slow steps slowly revealing myself to the light and out of the shadows.

He hung his coat up and I could see the adrenaline fade from his green eyes as he swept his blonde hair out of his eye. “It was awesome really, I just wished you could’ve been there with me.” He sent me a sad smile and I simply pulled a face that read 'these thing happen’ and rubbed my stomach.

"Just one thing.” I said as I reached the end of the stairs and walked towards him, placing my arms around his neck making our faces a lot closer together, just how I like it to be. “You took my mum?” I raised an eyebrow to him and he stayed silent whilst he thought over the best response.

I let out a laugh to ease the tension and he knew then that I was joking with him and hugged me tightly, letting out a sigh of relief behind my shoulder, sending chills of cold air to hit my neck.

"What can I say?” He started smiling brightly to me. “Your mum sure can party.” I felt myself cringe and cover my face with my hands.

"Well now you know where I get it from eh?” I joked and began to walk back upstairs. “I’ll see you in bed Mr Clifford, love you!” I called back downstairs as I started to climb back up, feeling like I was conquering Everest at this point.

“Love you too Mrs Clifford, and you Squidgy.” I smiled down to my stomach and rubbed it once again, feeling so blessed to have a baby on the way and such a loving husband in my life.

Peggy’s Shirt Pattern Mods

Just a quick tutorial on how I changed up the McCall’s pattern to make my Peggy shirt.

So, this starts with McCalls 6750, which is a tailored misses size (8-24) blouse with wide collar. It’s the closest thing I could find to the shape of Peggy’s blouse, though it does need quite a bit of modification. The main changes are-changing the pleats on the front, making the cuffs a little longer and tighter, changing the shape of the collar slightly, and adding some decorative stitching.

Just a note too-this is only accurate to the front, I did not modify the back to match Peggy’s. Her’s had a square yolk at the shoulders and gathers below, this one has some pleats that give it nice shape but it is not entirely accurate to what she wore.

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flowerapplejacks  asked:

So how did you feel about that "how about if we trap the corn in a mirror for a thousand years and see how it feels about the table" line from Lapis in Gem Harvest? For me, I got the same uncomfortable feeling as I did when Steven joked about Pearl making him feel as scared as "that time where you almost let me die" which I'm SURE is a reference to Rose's Scabbard if not Space Race. Along with Know Your Fusion, there's been a pattern with characters "joking" about their issues.

Not every time an issue takes the surface it does so in a quiet, serious moment. Because the thing about issues is that they happen inside of us going on with our dang lives, and because of that, we do not always mention our issues in a reverent context.

The fact that you bring it up and that it made you uncomfortable? Is I think the point. We look at the joke and realize that because they’re joking about it doesn’t mean it didn’t seriously affect them, that it isn’t a major issue, that they aren’t preoccupied with it significantly.

This, personally, was kind of the point of Know Your Fusion. Sardonyx in particular is someone who has been unintentionally incredibly hurtful, towards Amethyst in particular, and putting her in close quarters with Smoky puts something on the table:

The gemstone smoky quartz is praised heavily as a “releaser of negativity”. Smoky’s joking around during the ‘show’ served a very important practical purpose: Sardonyx realized they were not jokes. It made her uncomfortable, and it needed to. This has set the stage for Sardonyx, and Garnet and Pearl through her, to seriously consider their relationship with Steven and Amethyst. Because both Steven and Amethyst on their own are people who, while they’ve been venting their issues lately, they do it privately. Because both of them look up to the “senior” Crystal Gems- they want to be a Good Crystal Gem themselves, they don’t want to admit they’re struggling and frustrated and in each other they find the solace that their problems are validated, understood.

And by joking about it, Smoky is actually getting out what Amethyst and Steven haven’t really been saying in a way that the older Crystal Gems are picking up on: things are not okay. And Sardonyx definitely hears the message, not “how serious can it be? They’re just joking about it!”

anonymous asked:

I'd like to request GOM + Kagami + Haizaki + Hanamiya scenarios when their s/o has a nightmare and wakes them up in the middle of the night because they're scared, please! Your writing is lovely, I love your work.

I hope this is what you wanted. Thanks for reading my work darling. <3 Enjoy!

Generation of Miracles

Your terrified screams were what woke Akashi up. He quickly scrambled to his side where you were flailing about and held you down, shaking you a little to wake you up.

“(f/n)! (f/n)! Wake up.”

You immediately opened your eyes, gasping at the horror you were feeling a second before.

“I…I…” you stammered, bolting upright.

He grabbed you to him, a hand rubbing your back in comforting circles.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he whispered lowly, hugging you until you stopped shivering.

When your heartbeat decreased, he gently eased you back to a sleeping position and spooned you. His familiar warmth against your back lulled you back into sleep again.


Aomine was snoring away loudly when you tapped his shoulder incessantly.

“Huh… What? What?” he mumbled, sleep still hindering his senses.

“I am scared, Daiki, I am scared,” the unshed tears in your voice was what woke him up completely.

“Scared? Scared of what?” he rubbed his eyes in an effort to stay awake.

“I had a nightmare.”

“A nightmare? You are scared of a nightmare?” he scoffed until he saw your terrified expression.

“Come on, baby, I will chase them all away for you,” his low voice soothed you as he hugged you tightly.

The comforting warmth from his large hands made you relax against him as he laid back down. With a trembling voice, you described snippets of your nightmare to him and he gave the occasional grunt, his hand moving in a lazy pattern along your back.

“Go to sleep, baby, I will be here all night.”

You cuddled against him as his voice made you sleepy again. He only fell back to sleep after making sure that you have completely slept already.


Kuroko woke up when you started trembling and muttering words such as “Please don’t” and “Help!” under your breath. He sat up quickly and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“(f/n)?” he asked softly, shaking you awake.

Your eyes opened slowly, wet with tears. The moment you saw him, you lunged at him hurriedly. He almost rocked back from the force as he patted you on the back slowly.

“It’s okay. What happened?” he murmured as you nuzzled into his neck.

You told him your nightmare, stopping occasionally to take in a halting breath. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, cooing to you in a soft voice. In the end, you fell asleep when he talked to you in a low soothing voice, your fear from the nightmare all gone.


Kise yelped, shocked from his slumber when you started screaming loudly. When he realized that it was you, he scrambled to you and shook you awake.

“(f/n)-cchi!” he exclaimed, almost shouting in your ear.

You bolted upright, gasping as the aftermath of the nightmare lingered. He quickly crushed you to him, whispering nonsensical words into your ears in a soothing voice.

“What are you doing?” you finally giggled, wiping away your tears.

“I heard somewhere that saying something will calm someone who is panicking but I didn’t know what to say,” he admitted sheepishly.

You burst out laughing at his admission and he joined you after a while.

“Okay, go back to sleep, (f/n)-cchi,” he pushed you none too gently back onto the bed and you plopped back, making yourself comfortable.

Before you could fall back asleep, he started singing a song softly. It was presumably to make you fall asleep easier but all it did was make you cranky.



“Shut up.”


Midorima almost fell onto the floor in shock when you began screaming. His instincts kicked in when he realized that it was you and he hurried to wake you up.


You gasped when you woke, tears in your eyes. Without hesitation, you flung yourself at him, sobbing into his chest. He froze for a second, not knowing what to do until you began sobbing louder. His hands rubbed your back in a comforting motion as he began muttering comforting phrases into your ears. When you finally stopped crying, you wiped away the last of your tears and peered up at him.

“Can you… can you hug me to sleep?” you sniffled.

He could not resist the upset expression on your face and nodded, lying back onto bed with you with a hand slung over your waist.

“Sleep,” he said gently, his grip tightening on you as he pulled you to him.

You were asleep within moments, safe in his arms.


Murasakibara would not wake no matter how many times you shook him so you gave up and started concentrating on stopping your trembling.

“Hnn, (f/n)-chin?” he asked sleepily, awoken by the sound of your crying.

He reached out for you slowly, his large hands pulling you to him easily.

“What happened?” his voice sounded more alert when he noticed that you were really crying.

“I had a nightmare,” you confessed, biting your lips.

His warmth immediately blanketed you as he hugged you like a koala. Giving out a low humming sound, he began to rub soothing circles into your shoulders. In the end, you fell asleep easily and he fell back into sleep right after you.



You woke up with your eyes opened wide and mouth in a silent scream. Something had been chasing you in your nightmare and when you pressed a hand to your chest, you could feel your racing heartbeat. Turning over to Kagami, you gently shook his shoulder.

“Tai… Taiga, wake up,” you murmured gently.

He gave an irritated groan before opening one eye slowly.

“I had a nightmare,” you whispered.

He immediately opened up his arm for you to crawl into his embrace and hugged you without hesitation.

“I will be here to protect you. Go to sleep,” he mumbled, turning to his side to bury his nose in your hair.


Your terrified screams shocked Haizaki out of his dream and he turned to you with a look of irritation.

“Oi, (f/n), wake up,” he shook you roughly.

It’s only when he sees your frightened expression that a look of concern softens his features.

“Baka, what happened?” he asked as you forced your way into his arms and made him snuggle with you.

“I had a nightmare,” you sniffed.

“It’s not real you idiot,” he chided softly, unconsciously drawing patterns into your back.

“Mmhm, it was still scary,” you retorted, feeling sleep steal over your senses again.

By the time Haizaki replied, you were already fast asleep and he sighed at your state.

“You were the one who woke me up, idiot.”


Hanamiya was difficult to wake. Despite your countless rough shoving and loud whispering, he still remained snoring in a position that looks uncomfortable. Giving up, you sat up in the bed and began counting sheep. Your imagination ran wild with the nightmare you have had and you saw shadows dancing just in the corners of your room. The dim light from the nightlight seemed more ominous than ever before.

“Mako-chan,” you hissed, resorting to pinching his arm.

He immediately woke and you cursed internally. You should have tried that sooner.

“Hah? What is wrong with you? Why are you waking me up at such an hour?” he complained.

“I had a nightmare and I am scared!” you confessed.

He scowled at you.

“How is that my business?”

“I am scared!” you huffed and he groaned before opening his arms to you.

“Let’s just go back to sleep,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead before both of you drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.