adinelleggreeo
I share my art and writing and sometimes I reblog stuff that I like.You can also find my stuff atYouTube, AO3 and FictionPress
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Prompt #16
okay so this idea just popped into my head
So Danny is ghost King and obviously the ghost king has a summoning ritual but people are smart enough not to try and summon him so he did not worry about it but one day someone does summon him and he doesn’t know how to refuse it so he get summoned, but a summoning usually transforms the ghost or being into their true form and since Danny is technically still a baby ghost he transforms into a baby/toddler and with this transformation for some reason mainly because he is a half ghost half human his mental capacity transforms back to the same age
And now there is a baby ghost Danny sitting in a circle surrounded by weird unconscious cultus heroes and someone who looks like his brother but older.
On the DC side of this Damien alongside, Batman and the rest of the bat family and a few other heroes like Superman and Wonder Woman are trying to stop this cult from summoning a very dangerous and evil being but they get there too late and the summoning finishes as they knock out the cultist but what they don’t expect to see is a toddler around the age of four sitting in the middle of the circle,slightly floating off the ground with white hair, green eyes freckles they glow like stars looking confused, scared and uncertain.
Everyone’s obviously confused, but Damien is having a silent panic attack cause that is his twin brother his twin brother who died at the age of four his twin brother that he killd when they were only four years old, his twin who never got to meet their father or live life all because he was selfish and wanted to be the only air to the Demons head.
Part One | Part Two
More DP panoramas
Part One of DP Panoramas
New hobby: stitching together DP screenshots to create panoramas
Anyone defending Rachael Zegler from anything other than racism is weird.
She and her comments are partly to blame for that crap pot of a movie bombing. Unfortunately for her, people don't forget. Who wants to see a movie with a lead that despises the inspiration story?? Foolishness!
The movie could have been decent (maybe) if she kept her mouth shut and they didn't toss up the whole plot and use AI.
Lord of the Rings but with cats ♥
Maddie and Jack Fenton are decent (I would even argue good) parents and fanon cannot change my mind despite how much it seems people want 'Neglectful Fenton Parents' to be canon
a lot of people on tumblr and Ao3 seem to think Christianity (mainly Catholicism) is just a cool and sexy esthetic narrative force to make your characters guilty and repressed and I'm just like...
hey what about the grace? the grace of God? the grace God gave specifically so we wouldn't need to be guilty and repressed? God's grace? that grace? do they have that grace?
id love to get into danny phandom again unfortunately i read too many deeply interesting and emotional fics when i was like 14 and now i cant bring myself to get back into it because nothing is ever going to be that moving again
I will say it once again.
You cannot be a "Christian Witch". Those two things are inherently incompatible. Christianity means relying completely on God, ceding control of your own life to His divine plan, trusting in His providence and Fatherly Love. Witchcraft means trying to manipulate both the natural and supernatural world to domineer control of what you think they should be.
You cannot serve two masters.
Thank you and goodnight.
I 'came back to God' in early 2023 and that encouraged me to read the Bible.
Reading the Bible made me realize that what I learned in church (or what I didn't learn) was either false or incomplete.
Looking for the truth led me to videos like these and they flipped my understanding upside down.
That verse about even the elect being deceived? This series really opens your eyes to how deceived.
I'm posting this for those who are looking for truth to find. Of course, do your own research.
This video is part of a playlist, and I encourage you to listen to them all.
And as usual, I don't argue with people online. You'll be arguing with the wall because I will pretend that my inbox is empty. Speak with the creator of these videos. He's willing to hear you out and has the knowledge and patience to converse with you.
Do you guys know any DC x DP stories where Danny is summoned as the ghost king by the JL but to them he appears as a baby/toddler/little baby man?
I can't find them anymore and I'd like to read some good stuff that makes me laugh please
Hand Sewn Three- Tiered Maxi Skirt- Part 3
Part 1 | Part 2 | Here | Part 4
Update on the skirt!
In part 2, I cut the seam allowance that connects the waistband and the first tier too short, so I decided to cut a strip of fabric to sandwich them between to make it look nice and prevent fraying.
I cut it about an inch and a half in width and ironed down the folds that I wanted.
I MADE SURE the iron was on the synthetic setting! No more melted fabrics here!
I first folded it in half, ironed that down and then folded the ends to meet in the middle on that fold.
Then I ironed that middle fold once more so it stayed. I ended up with a significantly thinner strip like this.
Here I'm just showing the length comparison. I cut it a bit longer than the waistband so I had extra to work with.
I cut the seams down again so they looked less jacked and would fit between the strip.
Then I pinned it down. This part was surprisingly easy!
I sewed it down using a running stitch and now I have a nice, clean if a little bulky seam!
Next update is the sewing of the second tier of the skirt!
With the recent plane crashes.
Pray before your travel and pray over your house every day 🙏🏾
may all christians who claim to hate the sin and love the sinner act like they love the sinner in the privacy of their own homes as well as in public.
I wish "adult movies" meant movies with themes that are too hard for kids to understand, not pornography.
Me at age 13, exhausted at school after staying up all night to read fanfic: I can’t wait until I’m an adult and I can stay up reading without any consequences!
Me, an adult, exhausted at work after staying up all night reading fanfic: Fuck.
Fairy Tales are a necessity because they dare speak the truths that the world never wants to hear;
That adults are cruel to children.
That you will suffer injustice, but that doesn't give you the right to be unjust to others.
That there are negative consequences to indulging vices.
That upholding moral principles is always the better path, even in the face of hardship.
That you will die someday.
And that inspite of all the bad in the world, it is worth persevering and finding the love and joy that is out there.
Hand Sewn Three-Tiered Maxi Skirt- Part 2
Part 1 | Here | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
So this took so much longer than expected because Mistakes started happening 🥲
So, I finished sewing the waistband and it was perfect! Then I started with the two tier-one panels next.
I drew on the seam allowance to use as guidelines because I can't sew straight to save my life.
I sewed the two panels together to make one long panel and I tried to iron the seam allowance to make it easier to fold.
😬😬😬🙃🙃🙃🫣🫣🫣
Unfortunately, my fabric is polyester and my iron was on the cotton setting. It got shrunk and burned and I couldn't salvage it.
Thankfully, I was able to buy more fabric after work the next day! I cut out the tier-one panels again and securely pinned down the seams so I could sew them. I folded them in half and sewed them to each other with a sitch I don't know the name of, but kinda looks like a blanket stitch at first glance.
Here comes the incredibly hard part: pinning the tier to the waistband.
I confused myself for a while and I wasn't sure which side I was supposed to pin it on 🥲 It took me two days to figure out 🥲🥲🥲
I also had trouble lining everything up and kept pinning the tier too far away from the stitching of the waistband. I finally figured it all out though and got to sewing.
I sewed right next to the stitching of the waistband so it looks flush. That's two, more or less neat rows of running back stitches!
Here's the other side, showing the gathering.
Here's how perfect the front looks! You can't tell that I struggled with this at all!
And here's the seam allowance that joins the two panels again. I thought it would look better smaller, so I undid the stitches, cut the seam allowance in half, folded it in half and sewed it all together again.
I tried to do the same with the seam allowance between the waistband and tier, but... 😬😬😬🫣🫣🫣
I cut them a bit too short... among other things. Instead, I'm going to cut a strip of fabric and sandwich the seam allowance between it.
It was a good thing after all that I had to buy that extra fabric!
do you ever wonder how much of our agricultural and husbandry knowledge was taught to Adam and Eve directly by God in the Garden of Eden vs. stuff we had to figure out?
take honey, for example. honey figures prominently throughout the Bible. which is more likely:
some guy said “hey I bet there’s something worth eating in the spherical house of the flying scorpion bugs”
or Adam and Eve had apiaries in the Garden and after the Fall, they said “well unfortunately the bees can hurt us now, but it’s hashtag worthit”
Birdritch in my brains
Uh uh uh @clockwayswrites *ding dong* heretakethisIloveyourworkbye!! *ditches this on your doorstep*
Please ignore the poor anatomy.
I can't get over the eldritch bird preening Batman's ears.
DANGLEY HOOD LEGS For reals tho. Clockway's Birdritch AU is scratching an itch in my brain. I had these doodles on a piece of paper for so long... I finally got it on my computer and rendered. I don't trust myself with colors recently tho, so grayscale it is! Except for the bird. He didn't look right with any kinda shading, so startling white it is! Go read the DP x DC birdritch AU. Is fun! BONUS:
Rejection
Ao3
Summary: In a world where Danyal al Ghul is resurrected by his mother after his death, the child turns down the idea of going with his biological father, the feared Batman.
In this one, he doesn't.
Most things don't change. Unfortunately, some do.
A what-if scenario from my dannymay entry "Reflection".
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Look, I don't actually hate Damian, but I stumbled upon far too many "Danny forgives his abuser/murderer because he was just a kid and forgiving us good and siblings must stick together 4evr 🥺 uwu" and fuck that noise, I say as an abused sibling.
in the first part of this series, Danyal wondered what would have happened had he gone to Batman when he arrived to the USA
here we find out 3:)
- - -
Bruce watched his sons go with a smile on his face when Danyal finally reached out and held Jason’s offered hand.
It was a victory, for Danyal to see that his brother wasn’t out to get him, that he didn’t intend to harm him.
That his brother wouldn’t kill him.
The smile slipped from Bruce’s face, and the detective found himself cursing Ra’s al Ghul yet again.
- - -
Danyal had arrived at the Batcave in the middle of the night whilst Batman and Robin were in the middle of patrol, and introduced himself to Alfred as Batman’s son. His words, his face and his eyes quickly had the vigilantes returning home.
Talia’s nose, Bruce’s chin still full of baby fat, Talia’s soft hair, almost like silk… Martha Wayne’s blue eyes.
Bruce had frozen mid-step when he saw him, so small , with clothes that didn’t fit him and only a small backpack on his tired little shoulders. And when the boy’s eyes –Martha’s same blue – landed on him, a myriad of emotions passed through them, almost too fast for the detective to read them: awe, fear, hope, relief… and when he spotted Robin, the fear came back, wariness, unease…
His Jason, in spite of growing quick to anger as of late, was still good with younger kids, and agreed to leave him alone with only some minor grumbling.
Once alone, the boy stood straight again, hands clasped behind his back and chin lifted up proudly even as he swam in his clothes. (So small.) His eyes, though, didn’t meet Bruce’s, and instead settled on his chin.
“Hello, my name is Danyal al Ghul, son of Talia al Ghul…” He paused for a second, but then carried on, “and of the Batman.”
“I see.” Bruce barely managed to get out past the lump of emotion clogging his throat.
“I… mother and I have decided that Nanda Parbat and the League of Shadows is no longer safe for me,” his voice wobbled and broke and they both pretended it didn’t, “so she sent me here with you, if—if you will take me.”
Bruce breached the distance between them and knelt in front of his son with measured, projected movements.
“Danyal,” he said at last, “can I hug you?”
With a stunned expression, his son stiffly nodded, and just as slowly, Bruce wrapped his arms around him, tugging him towards his chest and feeling Danyal tentatively wrap his tiny arms as far as he could reach in turn.
“Danyal, what happened? Why now, at last, did your mother send you to me?”
“… I was murdered by Damian al Ghul—son of Talia al Ghul, grandson of Ra’s al Ghul and Heir of the Demon’s Head… my—my twin brother.”
- - -
It was always a challenge to track down the League’s movements and status, but not one Bruce ever cowered from.
Talia’s latest movements weren’t impossible to track, if you knew what you were looking at.
Places she hadn’t gone to in a long time, where he knew she had caches of valuables, money, safe-houses and the necessary means to disappear.
He could almost see her helping Danyal along, guiding him long enough to know he could make it to Gotham, until her father turned his eyes towards her once again, questioning her actions.
He searched further, from everything from the past seven years, to what they were currently doing.
He wished he could leave the country to have a more hands-on approach with the ever elusive League, but with Danyal only really relaxing—feeling safe— when Bruce was present, he had barely even left to go on patrol.
Despite their tense start, Bruce was grateful for Jason, from his acceptance of the paused patrols, his patience with Danyal, his understanding of the smaller boy’s situation, and his genuine desire to connect with him and be a good big brother.
It was a relief to Bruce, as a father, to see the anger that had been growing more and more in him be tampered down, easily put aside by his kindness, his gentleness.
- - -
“Do you like reading?”
Jason asked, smiling from his upside-down position in the couch on Bruce’s studio, where the man was working on police cases while he couldn’t go out and be Batman.
Danyal was glued to Bruce’s side, having been assured that it was okay for him to do so, was welcome, even, and he looked at his father from his periphery, gauging his reaction.
When he got a curious lifting of an eyebrow, Danyal frowned and his focus returned to Jason. “I don’t know.” He seemed pained to admit it.
Jason, though, didn’t let that put a damper in his plan, and beamed at the kid instead. “Wanna find out if you like children’s tales?”
This time, Danyal did turn his head towards Bruce, just a little, and the small frown on his face showed he was having difficulty deciphering Jason’s statement.
With an indulgent smile, Bruce carded his fingers through his youngest’s fluffy hair, feeling the kid relax under the touch.
“Jason is a fan of reading,” he explained, “and he’s trying to see if you two have that in common, and you just don’t know it yet.” Jason smiled and nodded, as much as he could in his position. “But mostly, he wants to share something he loves with you.”
“Oh.” Understanding dawned on Danyal. “Uh, okay.”
Jason’s smile turned radiant, and he jumped from his spot, closing his eyes and gripping the back of the couch as the world straightened, but said with joy anyway, “I’ll be back in a second!”, and ran out of the room, no doubt towards their library.
Once the older boy was gone, Danyal finally turned towards him, glaring at the bookshelf behind them. He clenched and unclenched his chubby fist a few times, clearly thinking hard. Bruce had learned by now that it was best for him to let Danyal take his time—unlike Jason, who typically had to be encouraged into revealing his feelings.
“Father, I have only ever read academic and pedagogic papers, what if I don’t like what Jason loves?”
Bruce cupped Danyal’s cheek with one hand, a victory in his heart when his son leaned into the touch, when two days ago he had startled. “Did you love all the academic papers you read?”
After a second of thought, Danyal confessed, “I don’t know. I enjoyed the ones about astronomy, the other ones… not nearly as much.”
“Hmm. Then maybe you will like this better, or you won’t, and you can try to find something you do, Jason has a big collection, and the library is even bigger, I’m sure he’ll like to help you find out, if you allow him. But tell me, do you want to find out if you like fantasy and fairy tales better than academic texts?”
Danyal did stop to think about it, and then a spark of defiance entered his blue eyes, a small rebellion compared to what he had already done, but a rebellion nonetheless.
Bruce ever-active detective mind could tell his son was thinking of Ra’s, of his sure disapproval for such a frivolous topic, and felt his heart fill with pride when his son replied, rocking his whole body in a nod.
“Yes, I want to find out.”
When Jason returned, it was with his arms full of books, almost toppling over his hold.
“I got some variety here!” He put half of them on Bruce’s desk, closer to their father than to his little brother, and went back to his seat across from the room. “Got two copies of each one so you can have your own! You get to choose what to start with!”
Bruce spread the books out on his desk, over his paperwork, to let Danyal see the titles and covers.
“How about this one?” He suggested, pointing at one title in particular.
Jason, though, glared at him. “Danyal gets to choose.”
Bruce winked at him, but Jason’s frown only really abated when his little brother asked him, “What is The Little Prince about?”
And, in spite of the physical distance Jason respected, Bruce got to see his children grow closer.
- - -
Now here he was, down in the Cave, pouring over strategies on how to infiltrate one of the most guarded places on earth to rescue his son, get him out, and not allow the League to ever lay hands on either of the twins again.
“They made him a killer.” He lamented when Alfred approached to hand him another mug of coffee. “They’re only six… if only Talia had told me…” He massages his temples and closes his eyes, the map of Nanda Parbat burnt in his eyelids while he imagined a world where he got to raise both kids since infancy.
“The past is rarely what we want it to be, Master Bruce, we can only hope to influence the present so as to have a better future.” Alfred told him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder before taking his leave.
“If Damian is given the opportunity,” he muttered after a long moment of silence, drumming his fingers on the desk, “what kind of person would he become?”
“You would bring him here? After what he did?”
Bruce felt a stone drop in his stomach and he turned around to be met with Danyal, his sweet and shy youngest son, already clad in his star-themed pyjamas, staring him down even as he had to tilt his chin up to look him in the eye.
Straight in the eyes, instead of his chin or the bridge of his nose, where he felt safe looking in his shyness or nerves. Right now, his gaze was cold, a cold so great it burned you.
His tiny fists, clenched at his sides, were shaking, thumping against his thighs. If it was in rage or in fear, he couldn’t tell; both, possibly.
“Danyal.” He breathed out softly, carefully relaxing his posture and letting his hands fall palms-out by his sides. “Son, I know this isn’t ideal, but please listen to me, what Ra’s did to you is monstrous, to both of you; you are both just children…
“I promise I will keep you safe, and won’t let anyone hurt you, but I have to get your brother out of there, too, he’s not safe there. He’s only a child, Danyal, I can’t just leave him there.”
“Damian is not in danger, he is the danger! He murdered me and you don’t care!”
“Of course I do, if there was anything I could do to change it, to fix it, I would, but all I can do now is try to prevent it from happening again, to either of you; your brother is just a child too, who wasn’t taught any better-”
“ I knew better! I didn’t kill him !” Danyal screamed. His chest was heaving with laboured breaths, and his eyes shone with tears ready to fall. One of his hands went up to fist in his hair, tugging on it, and Bruce internally winced, trying to keep it off his face. “You—why—I can’t—you’ve only had me for a week, but you’ve already decided you love him more!”
Bruce had stood up, at the beginning of this, with measured movements, and now approached his youngest son the same way, with his hands spread out and taking a short step.
The only one he managed to take, before Danyal flinched back from him, eyes wide and afraid, sobs cutting short.
It was as if he had been stabbed in the gut, with the way he suddenly couldn’t breathe and how his knees would no longer hold his body and left him prostrated before his flesh and blood.
“Please, son, listen,” but the boy didn’t, instead bolting for the lift, almost falling into it when it opened, and leaving the cave with tears falling down his face, “Danyal!” Bruce called after him, watching him go.
And as he had sank into the floor, Bruce sank his head in his hands.
When he had regained enough of his composure, Bruce went back up into the manor, resolute in talking to his youngest. He was met, instead, with his second’s glare and anger.
“What did you do to Danyal?” Jason’s arms were crossed in front of his chest, his knuckles white and his blue gaze cold.
Bruce really didn’t like the sense of déjà vu he was getting.
“Not now, Jason, I have to talk with your brother.” He tried to go past him, but his son wasn’t budging. “Jason, move .”
“Why? So that you can go and make him cry more ?” He spat on his face, making Bruce flinch.
“Move aside, Jason, that’s an order.”
Changing his stance, Jason was no longer an unmoving wall, but someone prepared to dodge a blow. It was just as bad as with Danyal flinching back from him, even if this time he didn’t let his body fail him.
“Make me.”
“Jason,” he pleaded, “I have to fix things with your brother.”
“How? Breaking down his door? Barging in through his window? He locked himself in, he won’t even say a thing to me!”
And that obviously hurt Jason, who had adored his little brother the moment he knew about him, and for whom he had worked so hard in earning his trust, step by small step.
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
“I need to make things right, son.”
“Then think of how you’re gonna do that first!”
And with that, Jason marched off to Danyal’s door, sitting down to keep watch against their father.
-
Jason didn’t barge in through Danyal’s window, he knocked on the windowpane first, and waited patiently for his baby brother to decide to let him in himself.
“Hey, buddy,” he started, looking at the boy’s red and swelling eyes, knowing he had cried himself to sleep, “you haven’t touched the food Alfie left ya, and you gotta eat if you wanna grow up strong.” He handed Danyal the lunchbox he had brought with him and continued. “I know my cooking isn’t as amazing as Alfie’s, but I think I’m okay.”
Danyal bit down on one of his sandwiches with a thoughtful face.
“It’s good.” He declared after swallowing.
Jason beamed at the praise, and hurried to offer the bottled juice he had brought as well. “It goes better with the sandwich than tap water!”
Danyal took it, and they sat down next to the wall, silent as Danyal ate.
“Thank you, Jason.” His little brother told him, handing him back the lunchbox.
“No problem.” There was another moment of silence, and Jason hated having to break it. “If you don’t wanna talk,” he started slowly, “about what happened with Bruce, you don’t have to; but, if you don’t wanna keep it in, you don’t have to do that either.”
Danyal obviously mulled it over, putting a hand on his nape and rubbing gently, and Jason waited, thinking of what could’ve happened and what he could say to it.
Maybe he should have expected it, knowing Bruce for years already, knowing Batman, but Danyal’s words still left him speechless.
“Father wants to bring Damian here.”
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“Are you out of your fucking mind?! How could you even think it was a good idea?!”
“Jason, Damian is a kid who needs a better environment, not to be in the belly of the League of Assassins, he needs his family!”
“And Danyal? First Ra’s sacrifices him so that his chosen heir doesn’t grow weak , and now you sacrifice him so daddy’s littlest murderer can come and play house!”
“… Damian is my son.”
“So is Danyal. Doesn’t he matter?”
Alfred cut in with a harsh, worried look, “Sirs. Young Master Danyal is gone.”
The vigilantes turned as one to a worried Alfred, meeting his panic with theirs.
-
Everything fell apart so quickly after that.
They looked for Danyal, of course they did, but it was like his son was a ghost; he had only taken two extra changes of clothes—from the full wardrobe they had just gotten for him days ago—, some money in cash and some food they hadn’t seen him take from the kitchen.
He knew how to travel by himself, that was how he had gotten to Gotham in the first place, and even if he hadn’t wanted to use it, he had had infiltration training, knew how to not be noticed, how to look as if he fit in a place he wasn’t meant to be in.
He could have already left the continent, for all Bruce knew.
Not long after, Jason left for Ethiopia.
Him, who had a goal in mind other than leave this place , Bruce managed to track, reading his hurried movements and seeing, as well, another plot emerging around him, the jaws of danger closing on his son, who had walked into a trap as he looked for a good parent.
Batman arrived too late.
“Danyal is gone and Jason is dead.” His voice was rough with disuse, after having screamed in sorrow until his throat burned. “What could I even offer Damian if I could bring him here?”
Disappointment? Failure? Death?
Alfred didn’t answer him, but he didn’t expect him to. Whilst looking at Jason’s battered Robin suit inside the glass case, they knew there was no answer.
He allowed himself another short moment of sorrow, and then pulled himself together. He had work to do.
“If Ra’s finds out Danyal was here, he could look for him, he could find him.” He could have him killed again. “Outside the two of us, no one is to know that we even met him, that we knew he existed .”
“I shall dispose of his belongings, then.”
Bruce could hear the well-hidden pain in Alfred’s voice, but this had to be done, it was now the only thing he could do for Danyal.
Had his small son stayed, it would have been unavoidable for the League of Assassins to find out, but Bruce had been ready for that, ready to fight the Demon’s Head for his children, to make sure they were safe.
Now, though, he knew he couldn’t promise that. The safety of a warm home was not something he could provide, as a father.
All he could do was hope, against his paranoia and his instincts, that Danyal would survive out there, that he could live.
And all he had left, all he could do, was to keep on his crusade against crime, hoping a better world would treat his son kindly where he had failed.
- - -
and then Danyal meets an eccentric but loving ghost-obssessed family that adopts him and love him very much and don't dissect him because that tropes fucking bores me too fr
and if he ever meets Damian again and sees for himself he has changed for the better and regrets his actions, he still doesn't forgive him and doesn't reconnect with him, because he doesn't owe him neither his forgiveness nor his love just because they're blood 😊
i have Thoughts about why Danyal was deemed the weak one (it's ableism) by Ra's, and how it connects him and separates him from Bruce as well
please leave a comment with your thoughts! unless you're a scammer, I won't fucking buy a comission if you spam me!
Jazz x Jason Ghost Zone Wedding- DP x DC Worlds Collide Fan Zine Contribution
My piece for the @dpxdc-worldscollide zine!
This was thee most challenging piece I've worked on for the year (2024) but it was worth it! This was my first time participating in a fandom zine and I'm excited to be a part of it!
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Please check out all of the amazing art and fiction from the other artists and writers. There's so much passion and skill in this fandom!
Hand Sewn Three- Tiered Maxi Skirt- Part 1
Here | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Heyo! I'm back with a new sewing project and this one will (hopefully) be a garment that I plan to wear often.
I'm handsewing it, again because I don't really know how to handle a modern sewing machine and because I want the satisfaction that completing this will bring me.
It's also an easy project to start off with!
I'm making one of these!
A three-tiered maxi skirt!
I've been wanting one for a while and decided to get some fabric and make one.
I looked up some tutorials on YouTube, figured out the math
and drew my final pattern onto brown paper.
I have a waist band, which is the length of my hips. It was going to be a wide band at first, but I bought thinner elastic because I had a brain fart. You'll see in a few that I had to significantly shrink the width.
For tiers 1 and 2, I chopped the measurements in half and for tier 3 which is suuuupppper long, I had to quarter the measurement to fit it on the paper.
I had juuuuuusssst enough fabric to get all my pieces:
-1 piece for the waist band
-2 pieces for tier 1
-2 pieces for tier 2
-4 pieces for tier 3
I'm 5"1' and on the smaller side overall. I got three yards of fabric. I suggest you double that if you're taller and/or wider.
This is how thin my waist band will now be. The elastic is about 3/4 inch. I originally made this waist band to be about 2 inches and I had to cut off the seam allowance from that. I still have a generous amount left just in case I may need to widen it (hopefully not!)
I accidentally started sewing this like a left-hander, so when the thread is done, I'll start on the other side so I can finish this faster 😆
Most people are only interested in gnosticism because they think it's more interesting than traditional Christianity, but I really think that if gnosticism had survived to the 21st century it would be even more insufferable than evangelical protestant stuff
Some of my favourite DC X DP tropes
Ghost King Danny meets the JL
Baby Ghost King Danny meets the JL
Little Baby Man Ghost King Danny meets the JL
Anything Little Baby Man really (the goofier, the better)
Eldrich Horror Danny summoning
Summoning in general
Anger Management (super cute ship tbh)
Everlasting Trio (with a sprinkle of eldrichery)
Father-daughter Danny and Dani
Team Phantom x Red Robin team up (need more of this tbh)
I'll stop here before this gets too long!
A message for young women in these perilous times!
Daily Doodles- Day 202- 04/11/24
A dollface inspired by Alien Moe's creepy-cute creations. This one's more 'cute' inspired. If I could sculpt like her, I would totally make this.
The tag for this is #agdoodles