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*** Abel withheld a yawn, wishing he’d been able to drink more of the Gerudo coffee he’d tried when Champion Urbosa’s delegation had been in the castle. King Rhoam had ensured there were food and beverages for each culture present before the Champion Ceremony, and Abel had greatly indulged in the hot drink once he’d discovered its stimulant properties.

It was far superior to tea, honestly. But he’d make do with what he had.

As he exited another security briefing, he caught sight of one of the champions hovering around a little anxiously. Princess Mipha was a familiar face, and he noticed she locked eyes with him as soon as he entered the corridor. Approaching, he asked, “Is everything alright, Princess?”

ya girl got into bookbindinggggg recentlyyy

Starting with Pocket Padlocks, aka I printed it too small and said "screw it practice version"

She's so little. My thread was way too thick and she's ugly and a monk would cry but I do love her.

Look at that scuffed cover. I did random doodles fo feel things out. I keep saying I'll redo her but idk man. Scuffed and adorbs.

Wild and Hyrule were in a cave, and it was beautiful here. With Hyrule’s candle and some luminous stones to give light they moved further into the tubes that reminded Wild of dried lava at death mountain. Sometimes the light would catch on shiny things within the porous black rock and there would be glittering all around. Wild had already collected quite a few sleepy fire resistance lizards, which he was privately pretty grateful for, since he hadn’t had many before and that meant if he needed to make potions for the others they would be at the mercy of market price and availability.

“-and watch your head here.” Wild almost managed to knock his head into the sudden jut of stone downwards despite recognizing the warning, but crouched down and scuttled forward with a couple fingerwidths to spare.

“Woah! Look at this Wild! These two have almost met up-”

Hyrule continued to go on about the almost cave pillar but Wild’s eye had been caught by something that almost seemed to shimmer in the air ahead of him, if he could just get closer.

He took a step forward, towards the teal lights dancing in front of him, and when had Hyrule’s voice drifted so far? No matter, he’d be back in a moment, right after he caught up with the giggling blue flames. He took another few steps, and he could see now that the flames were inside an old iron lantern poor things, maybe if he could open the latch?

Wild’s finger brushed the shockingly cold iron as his boot found only air, and the soft giggles rose into gleeful shrieks as a ghastly form shimmered into being around the lantern before the whole thing vanished.

Wild tumbled down a sheer drop that he hadn’t seen in his search for the lights, and braced himself to hit hard rock, protecting his head as best he could. When the world stopped moving around him he gingerly uncurled, finding with quick tests that while he had quite a few scraps that stung in the open air, nothing seemed broken, and he was able to move his limbs just fine. He pulled his slate off his hip so he could use it and pull out a bomb or two to light his immediate area while he took stock of his options.

He pressed the button, and burning pain ran up his arm. It made all the muscles in his hand clench harder, so that he couldn’t let go if he tried. Wild felt tears start streaming down his face as the burning, buzzing, horrid feeling of electric weapons on flesh but inside him as it moved up and across his chest.

He felt dizzy. He could swear the world was spinning around him despite the darkness and way his eyes were clenched shut both. He forced his right eye open, and saw that the slate had been torn on something in the fall. Strange blue and orange dots and lines in patterns on copper and an eerie green that made no sense to him exposed.

Shiekah blue lightning was jumping from the tear just above the button he pressed to wake up his slate. It moved along the trail of blood he hadn’t realized was leaking from his forearm down onto the slate itself, lighting his blood blue and then the strange little lightning went under his skin.

Wild felt sick on a different level than the fact that his shoulders were now clenching and unclenching against his will. It was going inside him. Lightning from a lizalfoes or a weapon or even the sky had never done that before, what was so different about this?

But he didn’t have time for that? His leg was starting to twitch and something in his chest was thudding far too fast, some fuzzy part of Wild’s brain noted.

He tried to call out, desperate for help to come. He couldn’t have gotten too far from Hyrule right? What came out was less words and more a wail, that cut off abruptly as his jaw tingled then snapped shut; Blood welling in his mouth from teeth meeting tongue. The tears wear blinding, smearing what little he could see into smears of grey, tan, and bright eye burning blue.

The thudding in his chest changed. It was skipping beats. Something about this made his stomach fill with ice. His vision was going dark. Something skittered above him.

A pebble hit his gashed forearm and vibrations leave his throat. They hurt.

Something moves in the darkness ahead. All he can feel is his blood bringing fire. His limbs moving without permission. The thing knocks an object out of his hand. It all goes dark.

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Wild wakes up. He sees blue and scrabbles away from it. He stops as he hits a pile of fur and muscle that grumbles from the sudden movement. Wolfie gets up and moves to lay his head on Wild’s lap, looking up at him with far far too concerned eyes. A luminous stone is in front of him lighting the hollow where he’d fallen in a gentle light. Wild raises hands he can’t keep steady and buries them in fur. It makes his skin tingle. But the petting to make sure he’s here, and not in a coffin filled with eye searing blue is worth the pain.

“-I swear I only turned around for one minute and-” Hyrule was both annoyed and upset.

“Was a- A blue light! In a lantern, thought it was a trapped soul.” The words came out slurred and thick, it was at this point Wild realized how much his tongue was swollen.

Several hands met foreheads, and Wild was quickly instructed on the dangers of poes.

But even as the others talked about the mischievous ghosts, none of them would meet his eyes, what was wrong?

Wind’s stomach grumbled and Wild’s hand went to his side on instinct. He kept exact lists of what was in his bag on there!

His hand met air.

Wild felt his heart stutter. He sat up, head moving to try and catch sight of where-

His breath hitched.

Just outside the circle the heroes were making sat the remains of his slate. Part of the back was missing, exposing tiny ropes on burnt metal. Blood and bright blue mixed and muddied and seeped in otherwise invisible gaps. Wild, felt a keen escape him without permission, and he got on his knees, crawling towards the slate, his life. It held everything. Pictures of what he’d done, who he’d been. Journal entries, descriptions of monsters and plants and animals and-

He slumped over, it was too much to look at, and he felt tears squeeze out his eyes. Wild went to wipe them away and froze, feeling like he’d just slipped at the top of a cliff.

The liquid on his hand wasn’t clear, it was painfully bright blue.

His breathing picked up. Blood pounding in his ears. He flailed his arm to try and get the stuff off him.

There was an almost musical rush and brief spot of coolness next to him, shadows warping in the corner of his eye. Familiar strong arms curled around him. Wild slumped back, reminding himself he wasn’t alone he wasn’t alone and-

Hi friendos! It's wip Wednesday and I have been informed that people want to see how the ballgown is going! So to start you off we have the concept sketch I did for this monster of a project.

Then showing off some of the fabulous fabrics I'm using for this project and just how silly drying and cutting the pieces can get!

Interfacing! Which I am only doing sew in for this project because I'm trying to limit buying new materials this year and thus am using fabric I already own for the interfacing.

Bolero! An in progress pic and then a look at how cool it is on me! This bolero is made using leftover fabric from a skirt I did a decade ago and leftovers from that underlayer of my spring lolita dress I did last month!

The skirt!!! Look at how pretty the hong kong binding I did on the seams around my zipper are! And yes I did have to purchase tulle for this because I don't own any green tulle somehow, but with the hoop skirt on under it we are getting some delightful volume on this!

And corset! Using the same pattern I customized for myself last year as part of making a workwear corset for my product class, I used a fun brown for the outside and a green crepe for the inside. The green lining for this is actually the leftovers from a dress my mom made me for my graduation party from cotillion! So it's really fun to be able to use the rest of that on such a cool project <°v°>

Now the last picture has me lacing this up with a ribbon since I hadn't gotten laces yet, and the cups didn't have their underwire yet, so I'll have to make sure to get an updated picture of that for you guys soon!

So the ball I was making this gown for was over 2 weeks ago and I forgot to give you guys an update before now oops 😅

ANYWAY

Here be images of finished corset and the first overskirt under it. With the amount of layers and then pleating those layers to get maximum volume? Had to end up taking this one to the industrial machines at work to finish because my home machine couldn't handle 20 layers of lace, for some odd reason

And the progress pics for the leafy skirt that was a mod layer! This one was pattern drafted by me hehe, and it turned out delightfully

Added a crop top in brown to help balance out the green, just a little

Mask progress! It was a masquerade ball after all! And seeing as this ballgown was made with koroks in mind a korok mask just seemed fitting! I've never done something like this before so it was a fun experiment for me

And here's how she looked at the ball! I had a most lovely time there, and am very very glad some friends invited me!

in less fun news about this project, I have learned that making a ballgown from scratch in 5 weeks while also doing sewing as your day job equals very bad wrist injury that has kept me down for two weeks 😔

Guy I saw at the gym