Blue Ember Fire

"I see him smiling and my knees start buckling...

I see inside him and my doubts are gone" 🦢

Speaking of nostalgia queens... Swan Princess (the first three movies) is still my comfort movie 🫠

I've lost count of how many custom dolls of Odette I've made in all these years, but in true ooak spirit, each one is completely different from any other 👀

Bit by bit, someday I will finally be satisfied... Not yet, but someday!

the first ever pride flag (1978) versus the TMP movie poster (1979)

I’ve put all of the fabric painting tutorials into one big photo post.

Includes silk painting with resist (Elven Banner), free-hand painting on stretch fabrics (Jareth from Labyrinth), fake embroidery with puffy paint (Peter of Narnia), graphite transfer paper with fabric paint pens (Tali from Mass Effect) and regular Tulip fabric paint (TARDIS lab coat).

Faye worried at her lower lip as she entered the room, arms crossed loosely so her hands each cupped the opposite elbow.

He hadn't seemed this hurt earlier when Jet and Doc were patching up his wounds, though that had also been an exercise in patience for Faye as she had listened to his howls and moans.

Hesitantly, she sat down on the table in front of the couch. She released her elbows so she could rest them on her thighs as she wringed her hands in an attempt to rid her body of the restless anxiety churning through her.

Spike's right arm was folded across his ribcage, splinted and bound to his midriff by a mummy's worth of bandages. His left arm slipped off the couch as his body continued to spasm.

Without thinking, Faye reached out to grab his left hand. She was sitting near enough to the couch that she could scooch her knees over just a smidge and would be able to give his dangling appendage a place to lie.

She didn't know why she was even bothering to do this for him. He was the fool for taking up this narrow space instead of recovering in his own room. Besides, he was completely out of it and probably not at all aware of her attempt to offer any sort of aid.

But, to her surprise, his panting mellowed into more regular - still strained - breathing. His body seemed to calm just a touch. And, most telling, his hand twitched to clutch onto hers.

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See you, Mr. Wayne!

The tabloids are going to talk about and affair between Nightwing and Brucie, right after this heroic rescue~