tailor.made.bitch

iori shiro . honnouji academy president of the sewing club two star reppin you best be respectin

[bitchytailor]

Bespoke || Closed

[honnouji-satsuki]

Satsuki took his hand good-naturedly and allowed herself to be lead out of her clothes. There was something different about clothing with Life Fiber in it that she was happy to shed, though she remained, as of yet, in her usual undergarments. Perhaps he would be a good sport and remake them for her with left-over fabric?

She remained quiet as Iori spoke, watching the blond as he worked. He, like many others she surrounded herself with, was at his best when engrossed in his passion. She liked that about him. She liked the way her looked.

"I imagine you may find them a bit different. I trust it won’t be too much of an issue," she replied, noticing the tailoring in the bust and hips. That hadn’t gone unnoticed, had it? A smirk threatened, but she remained unreadable, despite her amusement.

[bitchytailor]

Of course it won't, he replied inwardly, pinning up the front of the jacket.  The muslin crumpled and bowed as he did, billowing out around her ample bosom where the darts ended. His slender fingers made short work of it without the slightest untoward graze, ever professional, ever careful not to overstep. The next part would be a bit trickier, require an even more delicate touch.

The fabric tugged flush against her breast as he pulled it to create a fresh dart at the side. It hugged the outer edge, following the curve to accentuate without exposure. He would allow her to edit it if necessary, if it felt too close. It would be a shame, though, if she did. Quite a shame to hide such a lovely woman.

[bitchytailor]

Bespoke || Closed

[honnouji-satsuki]

Satsuki gave a single, fondly dismissive snort, her fingers already working the buttons of her blouse. In mere moments, the fabric fell to the floor, beginning a pile of discarded, unwanted clothing around her feet. She held no shame before him, as she should not, and would not, be self-conscious of what she was born to be. It was a sentiment she hoped she never needed to explain, and thankfully one that Shiro Iori seemed to understand without words.

Standing in only her undergarments, the girl held herself at the ready, arms slightly aside and feet at shoulder’s width. She waited, expecting to be dressed by him, and looking forward to it.

[bitchytailor]

Lady Satsuki, as always, was a sight to behold. He wouldn't be greedy. Not yet. He would remain professional, not let his eyes linger on the flawlessness of her form. He draped the muslin over one arm and extended his hand, helping her step from her halo of discarded fabric.

Once she was freed of her former, less fitting clothing, Iori lifted the muslin from the crook of his arm and slipped it onto her. He paused, leaving it to drape teasingly on her frame, already seeming quite snug a fit, even when left open. His mask was lifted and set aside, the fear of inhaling Life Fiber lint no longer relevant to his task.

"I haven't taken your measurements in a while, so I've made it a bit larger where I feel you may have changed," he explained, pulling a small box of pins from his pocket. There was nothing else to explain, for now, and he slipped a dozen or so of the pins between his lips, setting to work.

[spiritscalling]

Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

[bitchytailor]

Bespoke || Closed

[honnouji-satsuki]

Was this…?

It had to be. There was no mistaking it. No mistaking why he was here now.

This was virgin cloth. There were no Life Fibers in it.

She suppressed a smile, her eyes moving toward the tailor, hoping to catch his gaze for a silent thank-you. Something easy to miss and hard to read. She wouldn’t linger, wouldn’t give anything notice.

"Lovely fabric, Shiro. Befitting the President of Honnouji Academy."

[bitchytailor]

"Not a single thread out of place," he confirmed, smiling when she would not. "I also brought the design I think would be most befitting."

With great care, he lifted the partial bolt, the drafted muslin resting below it. He exchanged them, holding it up for her inspection. It was a simple, sleek suit that would provide her the untouchable air she craved. Though he had always been partial of her sukeban, she had long since outgrown it.

"Would you like to try it on?"

[bitchytailor]

Bespoke || Closed

[honnouji-satsuki]

"Of course."

Satsuki allowed her cup to clink softly on the saucer, setting both aside on her desk. She had been waiting for this moment for quite some time. This was where the tides would begin to change. What he had in his hand was the key to it. Her first act of rebellion.

Standing, the girl was a bit taller than her companion, but she would never look down on him. He was the single most important tool she had. The rest would fall in line with time, but this small, talented boy would be the key to it all. 

Hopefully he knew how much he meant to her.

[bitchytailor]

Whether or not he meant something special to her was up for debate. It hardly mattered. It was his passion that pushed him and allowed him to be what she needed. He had to keep himself in check, balancing what he knew was right with what felt too good to be wrong. He knew the dangers. He walked the fine line. Lady Satsuki's favour was his reward.

He moved past her to the desk and laid the parcel upon it, gingerly plucking the string open. There lay several yards, carefully and meticulously folded, of white fabric. It was an expert weave, but fairly unremarkable beyond that. A twill, nothing more; as she had requested.

[bitchytailor]

Bespoke || Closed

[honnouji-satsuki]

"Shiro."

There was no sense in such formality, even if the walls were watching them. This was a familiar meeting, and would only get increasingly more familiar as it continued. She would be familiar from the outset and hope that he followed suit. She needed the camaraderie, even if it was only in brief glimpses.

She watched him, cold grey eyes combing over his figure as he bowed low, pale blond hair spilling over his shoulder.

Her mother loved that about him too.

[bitchytailor]

The door clicked shut behind him as he rose, his parcel produced as he approached his mistress.

"It took some effort, but I've brought what we discussed," he began, resisting the urge to rake his eyes along her form. There was plenty of time for that soon enough. He paused, then continued, "…I'm here for your fitting."

[bitchytailor]

Bespoke || Closed

[honnouji-satsuki]

Satsuki remained in her quarters, even as her guest arrived and was admitted. Her tea was hot, his uncle expecting the intrusion and allowing them their time alone. She sipped it as she listened for the telltale click-clack of his polished shoes.

It was good to have company in this place. It was good to have allies when behind the enemy line. From the carpet to the drapes and the very sheets on her bed, she knew the Life Fibers lived and listened around her. The only way to be safe was to be secret, and so few could be trusted to remain as well hidden here as she.

This one could be trusted. She knew that irrefutably, trusted him implicitly. He served her unquestioningly, supported her undeniably.

They were two against millions.

They had to succeed.

[bitchytailor]

His knock was only a formality, the announcement of his arrival only to keep up appearances. She was expecting him, and so he had come to her. He needed no further permission.

He bowed all the same, ever mindful of how she feared the very walls themselves. He would not put her at risk. Never.

His voice was low and sharp, only slightly altered by his orange mask.

"Lady Satsuki."

[bitchytailor]

Bespoke || Closed

It was familiar. A place he knew. A place he seemed to have always known. It was hard to imagine a time before they were in his life. Before he found his family so entwined with this one.

The grounds of the Kiryuin manor were, as always, stunning.

The tiny tailor made his way across them with purposeful stride, a confident stomp worthy of runways were only he of the disposition and height. Instead, it parted crowds and demanded respect, his sharp, golden eyes cutting through those who remained in his way. It was one of the things Lady Ragyo found so endearing about him, and something that allowed him audience at any time with her daughter.

He came now with a parcel under his hand, carefully wrapped in paper and string. He wouldn't let something so important out of his hands, much less his sight, and he wouldn't be bothered as he delivered it to its owner.

The doors opened and he was admitted without fuss, his presence accepted and expected at this point. He knew where his destination was, barely glancing away from his set path as he moved.

She would be expecting him

[chemibomb]

Send me a '✖' for what my muse's thoughts are about yours... WHILE DRUNK.

[bitchytailor]

Sometimes, custom orders take far longer than expected to make. Hopefully soon my free time will actually be free again. In the meantime, inform me of anything I'm missing, and let's plan to do something soon.

[bitchytailor]

Beth knocked on the door, having followed the directions that the green haired guy told her before she walked off. "Hello? I'm a student that enrolled late, and I need to get a uniform..." //Hope you don't mind a casual starter from out of the blue

Iori looked the girl over, seeming annoyed at the interruption. Was she on the list? He didn’t recall anyone named Beth due to come in.

"Have you been processed? Have your measurements been sent to us already? What clubs do you belong to? Who are you, exactly?"

[that0neotherfangirl]

She was overwhelmed by the questions, but took a deep breath and did her best to answer each one. “No, no, I haven’t been here long enough to even see the list of clubs available, and I’m an American girl that wandered in and is interested in attending this academy for my own educational benefit.”

[bitchytailor]

"American?" Well, that was new. She looked it, at least. He gave her another look over, then turned away. "Come in. I'll take your measurements, and you'll be issues a standard no-star uniform. Anything beyond that will be at Lady Satsuki's behest."

[3star-houka]

❤ bitchytailor

kiss meme thing

Turnabout was fair play….wasn’t that how it goes? It’s what Houka idly entertains as he activates the holographic feature on the newest incarnation of his goku uniform. While it was incredibly impressive and endlessly practical? It also presented an opportunity to irk Iori that Inumuta couldn’t even attempt to resist.

From his computer chair….to Shiro’s workroom. His glasses reflected the switch. The transition was a seamless swap of scenery, as if simply flicking channels on a tv screen. One moment he was staring at his security feed of Iori at work. The next, he was there, standing beside him as a semi-translucent projection.

Slipping up behind him, pale blue arms draped slowly over the tailor’s shoulders where he sat, their touch somewhere between physical and a dull prickling of electricity. Like the distant vibration of a machine’s core.

His hologram’s lips brushed across, and passed through, Iori’s earlobe,  touching the smallest kiss to the sensitive curve just below his hairline. Suggestive and soft.

“Just thought I’d check in on you…” His projection purred, entirely too amused by this scenario. “This seemed the most effective way.”

[bitchytailor]

The electricity from the hologram wasn't all that made Iori's hair stand on end. He shivered slightly in its quasi-solid embrace, making an effort not to allow his reaction to be too visible. He was watching, after all. It wouldn't do to give in too early.

"By distracting me…?" he quipped, leaning ever so slightly into the hologram.

[easterbunnymundlover]

Send me "I'd totally fuck you" to see my character's reaction.

[bitchytailor]

Zigzag trim is decidedly worse than circle trim.

I'm also still waiting on that iron. Any day now.

[bitchytailor]

"I need baby clothes that block out light. HELP ME IORI."

Shit.

"Baby… clothes? Like, clothes for babies. Not clothes made from young life fibers or something else that could be seen as ‘baby’."

He paused, eyeing her. He paused eyeing her exposed mid-riff.

"…what do I need to know about this request."

[dontlosey0urway-deactivated2014]

"Yes, clothes for babies, and nothin’ with Life Fibers." She huffed crossing her arms over her chest. She definitely wanted those things nowhere near her kid, even though technically they would have Life Fibers in ‘em.

"Uh… I’m havin’ a kid… It’s a long story, okay?! But the clothes need to block light—because of reasons." The fact that her mom glowed like a disco ball, and, well, the kid’s father’… issue.

[bitchytailor]

A kid? Well, this certainly was unexpected, as was the nature of the request.

"Didn't… we just go out to get blackout curtains for this purpose? This escalated quickly."

[bitchytailor]

[dontlosey0urway-deactivated2014]

Hella.

And you’ve always been VERY good with your hands.

[bitchytailor]

That I am.

That I am.

[bitchytailor]

This ain’t no secret.

I’m gonna make you a star.

[dontlosey0urway-deactivated2014]

What you talking ‘bout.

I’m already a star.

I WAS IN SPACE.

[bitchytailor]

Well, naturally. You ass has always been outta this world.