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✄┌[ SNIP SNIP ]┘ , an independent, semi - selective, RP blog for GWEN , THE HALLOWED SEAMSTRESS from LEAGUE OF LEGENDS. relatively relaxed / sporatic activity.
✦ 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃 ⸝⸝⸝ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 ⸝⸝⸝ 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈 ⸝⸝⸝ 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈
✦ 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 ⸝⸝⸝ 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈 ⸝⸝⸝ 𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈
✦ 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 ⸝⸝⸝ 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔
throwback to that time I made a hoopskirt and decorated it to look like a christmas tree.
faux pine garlands were zip tied to each hoop, then lights were wound around each one. I added bows and tinsel garland, then zip tied on dozens of ornamnets.
it is lined with organza and lame for modesty.
there is a video about how I did it, if you would like more information!
overall 10/10 way to justify buying christmas decorations, would do again.
Second little Halloween weaving with a little ghost 👻
From: Raymond Ronze, Un metier de fabrique : avec la dénomination des diverses objects nécessaires à la fabrication de l'étoffe, (page 097), [Lyon], ca. 1840 [Mary Ann Beinecke Decorative Art Collection, Clark Art Institute Digital Collections, Clark Art Library, Williamstown, MA. (PDM 1.0)]
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Gwen’s eyes softened as she watched Yone, her hands instinctively clasping together to steady her heart. She could see the weight of his words; the threads of his past, so tightly woven into the very fabric of who he was, seemed to pull at him in ways she knew all too well.
"I think you’ve already done more good than you realize, Yone." Gwen’s voice was calm, her eyes reflecting the truth in her words. "Even in the darkest of places, a spark of light can still be found. You’ve held onto that light, Yone, even if you don’t see it yourself. I'd like to think that's what people need more than anything. Not the promise of perfection, but the courage to continue moving forward, despite the darkness around them."
Gwen paused, her expression thoughtful, her hands now lightly resting over her heart as she considered her next words carefully. "As for spreading ideals..." She gave a small laugh, a glimmer of something mischievous in her eyes. "I might not be the best at speeches, but if there's one thing I do know, it's that sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of faith to remind others they’re not alone. I think you might have more to offer than just words, Yone. Maybe your story is part of that light."
Yone's eye widened as he heard his real name. Had he misspoken when he introduced himself? Truly, Gwen seemed to be a very kind and thoughtful spirit, but how could he have been so careless as to do that. Still waters run deep, one never knows what they might find.
Yet, something resonated within him. Yone couldn't possibly have given his true name to her upon introduction. It seemed almost absurd to think he wasn't nearly living his complete life as 'Dusk', the hunter. No, there must be something else. Another reason, even a chance, that she knew it beforehand, somehow.
The way she spoke to him, even before knowing his name, it's like she has known him for a long time. Saying exactly what he needed to hear. A small spark of hope in an increasingly dark reality. Her words rang all too true to him, hitting him right where it weighed the heaviest on his very soul. While painful and heavy to hear, it soothed him at the same time, shushing the relentless guilt gnawing at him every day.
"I... I do try, Gwen." Yone said with a sincerity that surprised him. The feeling that he had known Gwen for a long time, too, suddenly took hold. What was it about this girl that felt so very familiar. It couldn't just be their shared journey that connected them on a level that Gwen just happened to know his name.
"Forgive me for asking but... have we met before, somewhere? It has been bothering me but I can not shake the feeling that I know you, and you me." The eye covered by the mask still saw nothing out of the ordinary about her, but Yone still felt a kinship. An ancient recognition of... something. Even his azakana stirred, and he rubbed his mask.
"Your words seem to know exactly where to land, and you speak... Well, I am not sure how to explain it. I've never felt anything like this before. Not even with with those of my 'other' kind." Tapping the mask, Yone tried to give an indication of what he meant. Having to explain azakana on a whim would probably derail the conversation quite considerably, and this was far too interesting a subject to stray from.
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Was this conversation truly happening? They had just banished an ancient and powerful demon, and now they were discussing philosophy? The absurdity of it was almost as great as the absurdity of Gwen's naive views. She might be a creature of the arcane, but she was certainly no god...
"I suppose one such as you could never truly understand... This is the only existence you have ever known, but I was mortal, once. Those limitations you speak of brought me naught but suffering. I was weak and powerless; a prisoner of fate... A slave to an empire that saw my very existence as disposable." A tinge of anger crept into Xerath's words.
"I came to understand that power is the only thing that truly matters; the power to defy fate, to make my own ambitions a reality... The power to take back the freedom that was stolen from me. Now, I perceive the very forces that hold the universe together, and command the might to forge my OWN empire. I feel limitless energy coursing through my very being, always... For all of that, the meager pleasures of flesh were a small price to pay."
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Her response was expected. Predictable, even. How could it not be? Despite her appearances, Gwen was effectively a child... How long had she even truly been alive? How much of the world had she truly known? Not enough, clearly. It was unlikely she could ever hope to comprehend... But Xerath would humor this philosophical debate regardless, if only out of respect for one capable of banishing a primal demon.
"You understand so little, Gwen... Of both me, and this world." The anger in his voice had subsided now, and he spoke matter-of-factly. "I am already more than the sum of my rage. You speak of creation and destruction as though they are opposing forces, but they are merely 'two sides of the same coin,' as the modern expression goes. To build something new, one must sacrifice what already was. To make the world a better place, one must dispose of that which keeps it stagnant."
Xerath turned his gaze northward. "I felled the Shuriman empire over a millennium ago, enduring centuries of isolation for my so-called 'crimes...' And yet I return to find that little has changed. The nations of the modern era are all-too-keen to repeat the same follies that Shurima once did. Noxus wages endless wars to lay claim to a planet beyond their control. Demacia oppresses those they deem unfit for their culture. As I understand it, the Shadow Isles were the result of a mortal man toying with forces beyond his understanding."
The Magus returned his attention to Gwen. "Runeterra has suffered for too long under the leadership of ignorant mortals, blind to their own follies and vulnerable to their emotions. This world does not need monarchs or emperors; it needs the guiding hand of a god."
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Was this conversation truly happening? They had just banished an ancient and powerful demon, and now they were discussing philosophy? The absurdity of it was almost as great as the absurdity of Gwen's naive views. She might be a creature of the arcane, but she was certainly no god...
"I suppose one such as you could never truly understand... This is the only existence you have ever known, but I was mortal, once. Those limitations you speak of brought me naught but suffering. I was weak and powerless; a prisoner of fate... A slave to an empire that saw my very existence as disposable." A tinge of anger crept into Xerath's words.
"I came to understand that power is the only thing that truly matters; the power to defy fate, to make my own ambitions a reality... The power to take back the freedom that was stolen from me. Now, I perceive the very forces that hold the universe together, and command the might to forge my OWN empire. I feel limitless energy coursing through my very being, always... For all of that, the meager pleasures of flesh were a small price to pay."
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Gwen darted from the shadows, her enchanted scissors glowing with fierce determination. The demon was distracted by the Magus's onslaught, and Gwen’s quick thinking was about to bring an end to this nightmare. With a sudden, fluid motion, Gwen dashed forward, her doll-like form almost a blur as she neared the Terror. She leaped into the air, her scissors flashing in her hand, and she stabbed downward, aiming for the demon's heart with precision. The blade cut through the air, empowered by the power of the Hallowed Mist.
As her scissors sank into the Terror's chest, a burst of radiant energy enveloped the beast, a final, blinding surge of light that consumed the monster. The Terror screeched in agony, its chains of dark energy snapping and fraying as the magic binding it unraveled. With one last, desperate howl, it crumbled into nothingness, the crows dispersing into the night sky, leaving only the echo of their wings behind.
Gwen landed gracefully, her scissors still glowing as the last remnants of the Terror’s magic faded into the air. She glanced over at Xerath, a small, victorious smile curling on her lips.
"Hope I didn't steal your spotlight," she said with a teasing wink. "But it was either that or let it get away. You're welcome."
Xerath and the demon both felt the surge of power as Gwen darted from the shadows, the Magus summoned his own chains to try and hold the creature in place. Just then, Gwen leaped into the air and lunged, her scissors glowing with a potent energy drawn from the depths of her very being. Ah, so that was it...
Xerath watched as the blade plunged into the demon's 'heart,' or rather, where one would presumably be located if it had a heart. Either way, the purifying essence seeped through the demon's form and into its very being, causing it to disperse outright. The familiars above also faded, leaving the desert quiet.
The Magus returned his attention to Gwen. "Make no mistake: that being is not dead... You have merely forced it back into slumber. However, the fact that you achieved even that much is... Impressive." Xerath seemed to regard Gwen with a newfound interest. "Now I understand. You are a being not dissimilar to the creatures of the Black Mist... Or perhaps it would be more apt to say that you are their opposite. The magic coursing through you is a reverse manifestation of that which gives rise to the Harrowing."
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Xerath stared at Gwen in silence for a moment. Her not-so-subtle attempt to change the subject away from any connection she had to the Black Mist did not go unnoticed, but forcing information out of her seemed like it yield poor results...
Also, the absurdity of her comment could hardly be ignored. "I do not. The weaknesses of flesh have no bearing upon me; I do not hunger, tire, or thirst. I require no rest, and do not age. I am the epitome of a perfect being; in short, a god."
The Magus continued to direct his gaze toward Gwen, or rather, into her, as though he was trying to peer into her very soul... "You, to, are animated by magic. Though your form resembles that of a mortal beings, surely you require no such trivialities, either?"
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Gwen darted from the shadows, her enchanted scissors glowing with fierce determination. The demon was distracted by the Magus's onslaught, and Gwen’s quick thinking was about to bring an end to this nightmare. With a sudden, fluid motion, Gwen dashed forward, her doll-like form almost a blur as she neared the Terror. She leaped into the air, her scissors flashing in her hand, and she stabbed downward, aiming for the demon's heart with precision. The blade cut through the air, empowered by the power of the Hallowed Mist.
As her scissors sank into the Terror's chest, a burst of radiant energy enveloped the beast, a final, blinding surge of light that consumed the monster. The Terror screeched in agony, its chains of dark energy snapping and fraying as the magic binding it unraveled. With one last, desperate howl, it crumbled into nothingness, the crows dispersing into the night sky, leaving only the echo of their wings behind.
Gwen landed gracefully, her scissors still glowing as the last remnants of the Terror’s magic faded into the air. She glanced over at Xerath, a small, victorious smile curling on her lips.
"Hope I didn't steal your spotlight," she said with a teasing wink. "But it was either that or let it get away. You're welcome."
Xerath and the demon both felt the surge of power as Gwen darted from the shadows, the Magus summoned his own chains to try and hold the creature in place. Just then, Gwen leaped into the air and lunged, her scissors glowing with a potent energy drawn from the depths of her very being. Ah, so that was it...
Xerath watched as the blade plunged into the demon's 'heart,' or rather, where one would presumably be located if it had a heart. Either way, the purifying essence seeped through the demon's form and into its very being, causing it to disperse outright. The familiars above also faded, leaving the desert quiet.
The Magus returned his attention to Gwen. "Make no mistake: that being is not dead... You have merely forced it back into slumber. However, the fact that you achieved even that much is... Impressive." Xerath seemed to regard Gwen with a newfound interest. "Now I understand. You are a being not dissimilar to the creatures of the Black Mist... Or perhaps it would be more apt to say that you are their opposite. The magic coursing through you is a reverse manifestation of that which gives rise to the Harrowing."
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@madamescissors 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 ››› [ 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ]
A pleasant surprise to not be met with shoutings of ' how / when did you get in here ? ! ' . It was not unusual, nor was it a misplaced question most of the time. Akshan did make a habit out of just . . . appearing. Wherever his heroic heart leads him to. And if his heart said it wanted to enjoy the warm kisses of a fire in front of his nose, he is nothing but a humble servant to it.
❝ I pride myself in being unexpected. ❞ Leaning back to return the smile attentively. ❝ Ah, you see : Evil never rests. BUT even scoundrels have to take a break every once in a while. And that is my opportunity to . . . have a cup of tea with a friend. ❞ A charming shrug, approving Gwen's lovely offer easier than he aimed to word out.
She must be one of the few people in his life who voiced honest curiosity for his shenanigans, and the shuriman would be a fool if not making the most out of it. ❝ Keeping the warlord-population back at home at bay, for example ? Or would you be more interested in hearing about the various artifacts I could preserve from robbers ? ❞
❝ I suppose you have been up to similar antics ? Knitting sweaters & such ? ❞
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Gwen chuckled softly at Akshan’s teasing words, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Her smile widened, clearly enjoying the lighthearted exchange.
With a playful glint in her eye, she responded, her voice light but warm, "Knitting sweaters? Oh, Akshan, you wound me! Though I suppose it would be quite amusing to see you wearing one of my creations." She leaned forward a bit, cradling the hot tea against her palm, considering his words with an exaggerated dramatic pause.
"It’s mostly magical stitching. Weaving spells into fabrics, you see. It's quite different from swiping artifacts or keeping warlords at bay, I suppose, but it’s a lovely way to spend time. Alas, not every hero needs a cloak of invisibility, after all. Some need a soft quilt for a peaceful nap." She smirked, her playful nature never far from the surface.
Gwen smiles warmly, keeping the conversation light while showing genuine interest in Akshan’s daring life. "And you, Akshan, surely you don't spend all your time being the heroic swashbuckler. Do you ever take a break from being the so-called scoundrel, or does the thrill of saving the world keep you too busy?" She raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing but with an undercurrent of genuine curiosity, eager to hear more of his stories despite the lighthearted jabs.
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Gwen’s eyes softened as she watched Yone, her hands instinctively clasping together to steady her heart. She could see the weight of his words; the threads of his past, so tightly woven into the very fabric of who he was, seemed to pull at him in ways she knew all too well.
"I think you’ve already done more good than you realize, Yone." Gwen’s voice was calm, her eyes reflecting the truth in her words. "Even in the darkest of places, a spark of light can still be found. You’ve held onto that light, Yone, even if you don’t see it yourself. I'd like to think that's what people need more than anything. Not the promise of perfection, but the courage to continue moving forward, despite the darkness around them."
Gwen paused, her expression thoughtful, her hands now lightly resting over her heart as she considered her next words carefully. "As for spreading ideals..." She gave a small laugh, a glimmer of something mischievous in her eyes. "I might not be the best at speeches, but if there's one thing I do know, it's that sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of faith to remind others they’re not alone. I think you might have more to offer than just words, Yone. Maybe your story is part of that light."
After who knows how long of Mordekaiser talking to Gwen, he paused his monologue and leaned down closer to her.
"You didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?"
(Rp prompt reply)
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Gwen blinked up at Mordekaiser, her small frame standing in stark contrast to his towering presence. Her eyes widened in slight surprise as she looked up at him, trying to piece together the last few moments of his grand speech.
"I—uh," she began, biting her lip. "I kinda... zoned out a little, if I’m being honest. You have a lot to say, and it’s all really, um, intense..." She scratched the back of her head sheepishly, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. "But, um, I did catch some of it? Maybe? Like... I think you’re angry? Or, um, do you want to fight me? Wait, no, that doesn’t sound right."
Gwen flashed a sheepish smile, clearly trying to defuse the tension, though her curiosity about his imposing figure still lingered. She gave a slight shrug, as if to say 'What can you do?'
Gwen was likely saved the embarrassment of an exasperated sigh by virtue of the fact that armor cannot breathe. It stated down at her as she tried to guess what exactly he was talking about, to no avail.
"You need to listen when I talk. My words are not mindless prattle to be wasted on deaf ears. I was asking you why, out of all the things on this mortal realm, is it that you are capable of sealing away undeath?"
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Gwen's brow furrowed slightly, her confusion deepening as she slowly stood up from her seated position. She tilted her head, trying to make sense of the armored figure's words. "Sealing away undeath?" She placed her hands on her hips, her fingers brushing the edge of her needle—a tool that was as much a part of her as the fabric she was made from.
"I don't really seal things away, not like the way you're talking about. I just make sure the things I stitch together stay whole, if that's what you're asking about. I'm good at fixing things that need it, but, the undead? They don't really need fixing, do they?" Gwen's voice took on a gentler tone, as if she were hoping the armored figure might offer a clearer explanation, but still with her ever-present touch of humor.
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Gwen darted from the shadows, her enchanted scissors glowing with fierce determination. The demon was distracted by the Magus's onslaught, and Gwen’s quick thinking was about to bring an end to this nightmare. With a sudden, fluid motion, Gwen dashed forward, her doll-like form almost a blur as she neared the Terror. She leaped into the air, her scissors flashing in her hand, and she stabbed downward, aiming for the demon's heart with precision. The blade cut through the air, empowered by the power of the Hallowed Mist.
As her scissors sank into the Terror's chest, a burst of radiant energy enveloped the beast, a final, blinding surge of light that consumed the monster. The Terror screeched in agony, its chains of dark energy snapping and fraying as the magic binding it unraveled. With one last, desperate howl, it crumbled into nothingness, the crows dispersing into the night sky, leaving only the echo of their wings behind.
Gwen landed gracefully, her scissors still glowing as the last remnants of the Terror’s magic faded into the air. She glanced over at Xerath, a small, victorious smile curling on her lips.
"Hope I didn't steal your spotlight," she said with a teasing wink. "But it was either that or let it get away. You're welcome."
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