#When I sit down with my crochet or my embroidery I can feel all the stress draining out with every stitch

[chthonion]

hello i absolutely neeeeed to tell you that it’s primarily because of your anastasia + the harrowing that i got into embroidery and aaaaaaaaa it’s so fun. frodo was so correct about it being calming 😌

(sorry if this is weird btw 😅 i just. had to say it)

I'm delighted to hear it, that's awesome, I hope your projects are soothing and your hands are happy! It's such a nice feeling to do a soothing repetitive task with beautiful results!

And, incredibly...you're not even the first to tell me this??? I think there is at least one and possibly two more people who have taken up embroidery after reading Anastasis, and two more who have done embroidery about Anastasis.

My "cozy crafts and tea" agenda is clearly succeeding.

[quimichi]

It's me the little guy Fae >:3 and I'm here for your match up event

Fandoms

Honkai and/or genshin

Pronouns

She/they

Hobbies

Illustration, crochet, embroidery, watercolor, gaming, TTRPGs (tabletop role-playing games) like DND, putting my characters through absolute hell (writing)

Gender preference

With fictional characters I prefer men but I love me a tall sexy evil Woman

Personality

Don't listen to what my hobbies say about me, I'm actually a chaotic little shit who runs circles around my friends. I do my best to give support when needed whether it be mentally or with a technical issue but I'm sure you knew this stuff before because we are friends on here. Though I will say I am depressed and that may impact the character I may or may not get matched with.

Fun facts

I really like foxes :)

And jellyfish :))

While it's not common enough to be a hobby I do know how to sew

My favorite colors are pastel pink and yellow

Well I prefer a cottagecore aesthetic for myself I actually don't prefer that in a partner.

I'm not a Neuvillette main but my autistic ass will go off about water (different bottles of water have completely different tastes you cannot change my mind)(also cold water tastes sharp and warm water tastes round I will not be taking criticism on this)

I don't have a green thumb per se because all my plants are suffering but they stubbornly cling on to life no matter how much I neglect them.

If you need more you know where to find me

A/n: I'M SORRY BESTIE BUT MY HEAD WENT "DOMESTIC" THE ENTIRE TIME---

ARLECCHINO

@ NO CAUSE HEAR ME OUT

@ you loce cottage core, and your hobbies are stuff like crochet and watercoloring. Its cute and i feel like Arlecchino matches that somehow??

@ listen, she is much more softer than she looks. She loves the kids and does really care about them, i think this cute little domestic life would fit her and would also be a dream for her

@ although she grows the kids into the fatui, she loves them dearly, can't show it tho-

@ but anyway--imagine sitting side by side near a fireplace while she reads a book and you do your thing beside her. No talking, just enjoying each others company

@ loooves to do domestic things with you, like cooking together, baking a cake, reading a book, crochet or bathing together.

@ i think she can do embroidery and crochet but not so good-teach her, she will actually listen. She's a little tsundere but she'll listen and she will learn pretty fast.

@ it's important that the twins and freminet like you, they visit quite often or she visits them. If they don't like you, or any of the kids in the house of the hearth, she would be quite skeptical about you then

@ lucky for you cause...they love you, duh?? Who wouldn't.

@ you're very parental, you give great comfort and you like to play with the kids.

@ and Arlecchino loves to watch lol

@ now to your depressed state. She will take it very seriously and will tell you so many times to rest and take care. She would give you the best tea from liyue, only the best watercolors from Fontaine, and the best baked goods so you can relax.

@ she would also leave you your space if needed. It wouldn't really bring her down, she would just be worried about you, but as a strong woman she wouldn't show it to you, that would only bring YOU down.

@ so dw, daddy Arlecchino will take care of everything. And if someone bothers you...well...you know...

GEPARD

@ listen it was hard for hsr ok---

@ for some reason I see you with Gepard---

@ also for the same reasons as Arlecchino, the little domestic life won't go out of my head for you-and Gepard also fits this

@ like-he comes home from work, also brought some goods from the bakery so you both can enjoy some sweets after dinner (which you both prepare together) and then after dinner and dessert you both cuddle on the couch while watching the snowflakes dance outside Belobog

@ if you ever decide to crochet him idk socks or something, he will wear them with pride. Even if they're pink with glitter, he ADORES them.

@ wears them under his gear lol. Like Belebog is cold he appreciates any warmth that he gets. And what is warmer than your love~♡

@ (I'm disgusting-)

@ super shy, we all know, so it took him a bit to gain the confidence to ask you out- I can see you being friends with Serval so--Imagine asking out the friend of your sister?? Yeah I'd piss myself too-

@ but Serval was pretty supportive sooo dw, it all worked out very well

@ ans Lynx is also not complaining with you so the relationship is blessed ♡

@ helps around the house, he was raised good :)

@ also, if he has every a free day and you have to work, he takes care of the things at home and cooks for you ♡♡♡

@ also runs you a bath. Spends his entire day making you smile when you come home.

@ very overprotective too. Can't stand seeing you sad or having a bad day or depressed episode, so he does everything in his power to change that

@ even if it means for him to act like a complete idiot just to see a smile, cause trust me, he would

[valsnonsense]

Princess Iris of Pop

"...hi..."

Parents: Queen Poppy and King Branch

Siblings: Choco (Elder Sister), Vanilla (Elder Sister), Strawberry (Elder Sister), Apple (Elder Brother), Oran (Elder Brother), Lemon (Elder Brother), Lime (Elder Brother), Blueberry (Elder Brother), Grape (Elder Sibling)

Age: 13

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Genre: Pop

Voice Claim: Tori Kelly

The youngest child of Poppy and Branch. Quiet, reserved, but extremely smart, Iris is the most unique of all her siblings, in both appearance and abilities as a Troll.

Iris was born with ties to ancient magic, magic only found in The Depths. She has the ability to heal most wounds and cure many illness by channeling a magical energy through her paws. No one knows how she got this ability, but many think it's tied to her unique appearance.

Despite her rare powers, Iris is quite shy and extremely bashful about it, not liking the attention it gets her. She's often found hiding behind Branch in public, clinging to his robes as he goes about his day. Only in the presence of her family does Iris open up a bit more.

When with family, Iris shows her more open side. She's quiet sarcastic and witty like her father, and will casually roast her older siblings at the drop of a hat.

Iris is a Pop Troll through and through, and has one of the most beautiful voices of her family. She can often be found out in the gardens, singing to herself.

Iris currently resides in Trollstopia alongside her family.

Fun Facts!

- Iris' actually inherents her appearance from her great grandmother, Prism, wife of Rosiepuff. But since there are no pictures or records of her, no one is aware of this connection.

- Iris hatched on the exact same day as her cousin, Finley, son of JD. The two are very close, and can often be found sitting in the gardens, chatting away.

- Iris has an acute sense of how other Trolls are feeling. If you're hurt, either physically or emotionally, she's just able to tell. When her siblings are feeling down, she'll often just walk up to them and hug them, no words needed.

- Iris loves embroidery. Knitting, crocheting, cross-stitching, sewing, you name it. She can even weave tapestry's, and has several of her works hanging around their home.

And at long last, the last of the Broppy kids!! Iris was my favorite to design, and of all the kids she had the BIGGEST design overhaul. Originally, Iris was sort of the "indigo" Troll to match the rainbow theme I had going (naming her after the Iris flower), but I wasn't really feeling her design, so I flipped it on its head and made her a rainbow! She kept her name, now referencing the Goddess of The Rainbow in Greek Mythology.

And Iris has magic! Iris is definitely one of the "main protagonists" of the next gen if you will. She's not the only one with magic either! Her fellow magic users will be introduced soon~ and how the magic works will be explained later down the line

But I hope y'all liked the Broppy kids! The big family portrait will be posted tomorrow (it was such a pain to make why did I give them so many kids hdbdbdhdbbd)

Voice Example: Hallelujah (Tori Kelly)

[pennaater]

I'm so not used to getting asks that I just noticed I was sent an ask game by two mutuals, so thanks @lemiaw and @angel-demiel :D

List 5 things that make you happy:

1. TTRPGS with friends

I've been a player in ttrpgs with my friends for many years now. Played a lot of custom campaigns that were either original or based on something we liked (notably Pokemon and Zelda BotW). We usually use a modified World of Darkness system, but I just started DMing my first DnD campaign for my friends and so far all of it has been an absolute blast! It's definitely one of my favourite things I do with my friends!

2. Creating stories and OCs

I looooove making my own blorbos and the stories that surround them! I think I can say it's probably one of my passions and I can chat about stories and OCs with people for hours on end if I'm allowed to. I just love exploring different themes through them and it's genuinely something that brings me a lot of happiness.

3. Textile Crafts

I love knitting, crocheting, embroidery... and I know I'll probably keep trying new things when I'll get the occasion. I've been knitting on and off since I was a teenager, and I picked up crocheting and embroidery in recent years. I love making amigurumis a lot and gifting them to people when I can!

4. Good Food

Might seem simple, but I love taking the time to prepare good food or to experiment and try new ones. I'm luckily someone who is not easily put off by textures and I make it a point to try things at least once always. Food truly is good for the soul!

5. Drawing

It doesn't happen as often as it used to, but when I do get the drawing itch, it'll make me happy to take the time to sit down and draw. I... pretty much only draw OCs, but that's fine. For a long time drawing was something that was either draining or daunting because of circumstances, but also the pressure I put on myself, so now that I've allowed myself to draw what I like and what makes me happy for real, it's back to being a hobby that makes me feel good.

And that's it! Thanks for sending this little ask, it actually was really nice to take the time to reflect on what makes me happy!

[pbandjesse]

Me and James are in the car on our way home from seeing a movie. I don't think I've been to a movie theater since 2018? So it was interesting to see how it changed. I didn't love the movie but I had fun.

Today was a good day. Though it feels a million years ago now. I slept okay last night. But waking up was tough. I gave myself an extra 5 minutes before I got up. James was there. And they would make the bed while I got ready.

My hair looked excellent today. I think there is still a bit of dye that I'll wash out tomorrow. But for now it's very vibrant and so I wore my green sweater that matches it and I felt really cute.

James drove us to the museum. They didn't work today but their bike was there so they would get that. But before then they took a little walk to get me breakfast at the fancy bagel place. I love my James.

While they were gone I worked on getting the tables set up for lunches today. And my coworkers slowly came in. I was mostly following today so there wasn't much rush. I would even have time to work on my crochet.

I would bring my crochet to my programs today. Since I was a second. It gave me something to do with my hands while the other educator did their intro.

And that was great. The kids were about 10 minutes late. And then I have an assembly line, a tour, and a second assembly line. And it was a good day. Even if people who should be better at their jobs continue to struggle. Mostly with timing. But it's fine.

The first assembly line was lead by Del and I had one line to run. And they struggled a little bit they finished all their cars and we're fun to work with.

My tour was good. It was second graders so it was mostly questions and I didn't dig in to my stories as much. There was a weird moment when Jordan's tour bumped into mine way to early and I was like??? But it was whatever. I think they learned a whole lot and that's all that matters to me.

My second assembly line was a little off but I helped fill in some blanks. And even if a teacher got a little snippy with me at the end when we ended at 1253 and not 1250 like she apparently wanted, but Jessica told us 1255 so I just split the difference. Everyone got on the bus and that was that.

I was really tired. Emotionally. Physically a little bit mostly mentally. I talked to John about my insurance woes. And then went to work on car supplies with everyone else.

I talked to Mubtasin, who isn't around a ton but I always enjoy his company, and have him back his name tag magnet back that I had been borrowing since mine went missing. He said it was no problem. And he finished his temperature blanket too!! So that's exciting. He says he'll show me next time he's in.

I left a little early. But ended up talking to Kelly in the parking lot for a while. Apparently she's going to try to do a million dollars in event revenue this year. Amazing.

I was ready to go home though.

When I got back to the apartment James and their friend Stephen were there hanging out. I sat on the livingroom floor and chatted with them both while I started my next embroidery.

Speaking of embroidery, the possibly commission is getting worked out and that's exciting!! But for now I just work on my own thing. I made a bear for today and worked on a heart shaped lollipop which you can see in the group shot with tomorrow's on it as well.

James went to get groceries. And I spent the whole time they were gone embroidering. And we had home made stromboli which was good. James even found vegetarian pepperoni which was best to try.

I was tired so I laid down to watch tiktoks until we left for our movie.

And I had fun going to the movies. But it was just to long!! Apparently it was a short film at some point and I think with editing it would be really good. There were some legit scars. But mostly it was just. Build up. Like 40 minute blocks of build up. I think I have to sit with it longer. I read the Wikipedia synopsis on the drive home and like the story there is solid. I just think the editing could be improved.

I am glad we went.

We are just parking now. And soon we will get ready for bed. I have a double shift tomorrow. So wish me luck. I hope you all have a good night's rest. Take care of yourselves!!

[in-out-left-right]

intro!

right, so to preface, i know next to nothing about tumblr except that it's (affectionately) referred to as a hellsite and everyone is gay. i don't really know anything about the culture, community, norms, conventions, or even anything beyond the basics of how the site works, so please bear with me! tumblr seemed like the best platform for what i want to achieve.

a little bit about me and my intentions for this blog:

- you can call me jul and all pronouns are free game

- i'm interested in a lot of hobbies! my skill and prowess of them vary wildly, but i'd very much like to improve at and have fun with all of them.

however, uh oh, problem: i've been cursed with good old perfectionism and abject fear when i don't excel at something first try with minimal effort.

this means that i don't do any of the hobbies i want to. which really sucks, and it feels awful, but i've been trying to get better from this mindset. so, i've decided to create this blog because maybe documenting my progess for internet strangers (/aff) to stumble across will encourage me to Sit My Ass Down And Make An Effort.

i plan to be very honest and open, and writing as though in a diary, though not too heavy or vent-y. i'd love it if you guys were nice but alas i am also accepting of the fact that the internet is a brutal place.

again, i'm a tumblr newbie, so i'm not entirely sure what's supposed to happen when i post this. witness my blunders and humiliation.

anyway, here is a list of hobbies/interests i'd like to take up/improve on:

reading (anything ranging from fanfiction to manga to classic literature

writing

drawing

language, both actual languages (japanese/chinese currently) and linguistics

sewing

crochet

embroidery

geocaching

media literacy and critical analysis

baking

cooking

and others! i like to say that i'm a jack of all trades typa guy

aaand that's about it, i think! see ya around!

[tj-crochets]

I ask this genuinely: how do you manage to create so much? I really admire how much you make things, and enjoy your hobbies so much. I'm trying to figure out how to feel motivated to do projects again

This got extremely ramble-y, so it's below a read more

A lot of it is honestly luck? I have a stay-at-home job that has a fair amount of down time* where I have to be sitting at my computer in case someone emails me/messages me/calls me but can make things while waiting for emails, and it pays enough I can afford to live and buy craft supplies. I've also had a bunch of people, including relatives, neighbors, friends' relatives, and strangers destash and give me a lot of craft supplies for free. Part of it is that I get...idk how to word it. Antsy and listless when I haven't made things in a while? Making things is enrichment for me, and I know that, so I make a point to not go more than a few days without making something. Sometimes I don't want to make things, but I know I'll feel better if I finish a project**, so I'll crochet a little monster or make a tiny witch hat or something, and usually once I start making something I feel better and want to keep making things. Part of it is that I let myself make things on a whim. I've accumulated enough colors of minky, yarn, and embroidery floss*** that I can pretty much make any small thing I think of immediately after I think of it. This isn't universally applicable advice; I have the storage space to (mostly) store it neatly, and I know myself well enough to know I will absolutely lose enthusiasm for a project if I have to wait too long to start it. If I'm making a quilt but have a strong urge to make a tiny monster, I will take a break from the quilt to make a monster (I sometimes struggle with finishing big projects because of this, but it's a work in progress, and I always finish the project eventually). I also love craft supplies as decor. I let myself switch between hobbies as I have the urge to, and trust that I will eventually go back to previous hobbies. I used to guilt myself about changing hobbies, but now I embrace it. Learning new things is good for me! I just spent like three months quilting, like two weeks making doll clothes and a doll to fit them, and now two and a half days embroidering. I'm thinking about making a teddy bear sized tricorn hat. A few weeks ago I made a chain mail/scale mail bracelet, and before then I think it had been like five years since I made anything with chain mail. Sometimes I do get caught up in guilt about crafts. Like, guilt that I promised to make someone something and haven't yet, or that I spent money on supplies but haven't used them, or that someone bought me supplies and I haven't used them. It can absolutely drain all my crafting motivation. When that happens, I try to take a step back, and find what is stopping me/causing me guilt. Is a gift late? That's okay, my friends and family understand crafting takes time and won't be upset. Did I spend money on supplies and not use them yet? That's okay, picking them out brought me joy and inspiration and I will use them in the future. Someone bought me supplies and I haven't used them? How awesome that they thought of me! Someday I'll make something cool with that stuff, and it's great to have another metaphorical crayon in my crayon box to open up more possibilities of things to make. Sometimes I also get hung up on patterns, where part of it is just utterly unenjoyable to me and I can't bring myself to start making the thing. When that happens, I try to figure out what bugs me about it. Is it too complex a pattern? Okay, I'll pick a simpler one. Do I hate hand sewing applique? Okay, I'll look up machine applique, or use a different fabric that doesn't need applique, or pick a different pattern. I think I might've gotten a little off topic? Part of it is also that I struggle to focus on watching shows or even sometimes reading if I am not also making something.

*I mean, it varies day to day, but a lot more downtime than my first job

**there's some neurochemical thing about finishing a project, especially when the finished project creates a tangible object? ***I used to make friendship bracelets

[batfoonery]

Crafty Batkids

Literally. Just batkids doin' crafts. As someone who does..... way too many crafts to list here (I'll send a list if asked but just trust me) I feel like I've gotten a good feel for this.

Dick

My man grew up in a circus, regularly checking ropes and tensions....

Macrame. He's a pro at macrame. Maybe he doesn't do it often, but like. For his friends, he'll sometimes surprise them with lil gifts.

When any of his Titans buds move he makes them those fancy hanging macrame plant holders. Donna and Kori both love them, and have been known to fight over them during white elephant/dirty Santa type gift games.

Probably doesn't have the ability to sit still for long periods of time, so can't do anything that'll unravel if he puts it down. It takes him a long time to finish a project, so he really only buys materials as he starts a new one, and doesn't have any excess stuff lying around his apartment.

Jason

You cannot tell me he doesn't crochet to unwind. Like. Idk if he's any good at it, but he def angry crochets.

Probably has been working on one scarf for like five years

Never has consistent stitches

Likes touching all the yarns at the store

Probably just enjoys squishing the yarn in general tbh. It's slightly more satisfying than ever actually doing anything with the yarn.

Cass

One time Bruce took her to like. Silver Dollar City or somewhere else that had someone with a loom, and she was fascinated. She made him buy her a shawl and then made Tim put together a power point about why she should have a loom.

Bruce ended up caving and buying her one that's skinnier, for like table runners. It's great, because she's mostly fascinated with making gradients in her weaves.

She learned Swedish Weaving (it's a like an embroidery/weaving hybrid) so she could embellish her works.

Mostly gives them out as gifts. She gave one to Selina, who guards it possessively. Harley tried to borrow it once and about lost her fingers.

Probably also learned to make little tassles for the ends

Tim

Attention to detail? Obsession over the minutia? Oh. You know my boy is an epoxy resin artist.

Has a crafting station in his room that's meticulously organized. There's cubbies for pigments, flowers, glitters, bits of ribbons and strings, etc etc

Probably makes all kinds of thing tbh. Phone cases, trinkets, you name it. But pens are his favorites, because they're both simple and practical. There's like a whole army of pens that just... keeps growing in Titans Tower because he always forgets where he's put his.

None of his teammates realize he is the source of the pens. They (Kon, Cassie, Bart) just think the pens are an infestations and/or are pairing up and making baby pens. But Cassie and Bart love them bc ✨aesthetics✨

Probably has a tik tok or an insta where he posts videos of himself de-molding things to soothing lofi tracks. Literally just. All the vibes. It's gorgeous.

Steph

Also all the vibes. She is a bujo/stationary queen.

Her collection is much messier than Tim's, but has a surprising amount of overlap. Sometimes they borrow things from each other, and have collabed on their social accounts (he makes journal covers, she makes them into notebooks, he supplies her with pens, she uses them when making a weekly/monthly set up, etc)

Stickers and glitter everywhere

Probably sponsored.

Canonically draws cute little cartoons in the comics, they absolutely are a regular on her socials and in her bujos.

Duke

For some reason I don't peg him as being as craft-oriented as his closest-in-age sibs? He probably has less expensive coping mechanisms tbh

That being said I can see he would enjoy those stores where you go in and paint pottery and they kiln/glaze it for you? Like he isn't into sculpting it himself, but painting the little kitchenware pieces or statuettes is relaxing.

He paints mugs for all his sibs on their birthdays, and for Alfred.

Alfred probably has a whole army of custom mugs made for him by the kids, now that I'm thinking about it. Like half of them are from Duke, because he doesn't know what else to do with them. There are just so many because it's so simple.....

Kate Kane, Tatsu Yamashiro, and Jeff Pierce also all have mugs. Actually... Lowkey highkey I can see that Tatsu might have introduced Duke to this kind of stuff in the first place? I can see that she would enjoy something simple that you can do while trying to clear out your mind.

Damian

Well. Damian is a gifted artist, but this translates differently into actual crafts. It just does.

He's probably a good printmaker. Not only does this take advantage of his art skills and keen attention to details, but it's one of the oldest artforms still in practice today. Most printmakers develop their techniques by perfecting one of several forms of the art, which have been passed through generations, and have a really firm grip on art history. Those stories would appeal to Damian, in addition to the craft itself.

Damian is the most likely of his siblings to be able to sit still for prolonged periods of time and do a repetitive motion. In fact, it may actually be something he can enjoy if it means he can just zone out for a bit. So, he's probably actually decent at spinning yarn. If the sky is grey and rainy, he drags out a wheel and some pre-sorted rolags and spins yarn, exclusively for Cass, who then weaves it. He enjoys the progression of colors in the fibers as much as she does, and they bond over it.

The feeling of different fibers slipping through his fingers is also really soothing. Bad day? Time to spin some merino, because it slips like water through his touch. Need to feel grounded? Time to spin a cotton blend, because you have to be present enough not to chafe your hands on the rough fibers...

Probably also really good at embroidery, for the same reasons. Plus, it's really satisfying to feel and hear the pbt-psht, pbt-psht of the needle and thread pulling through the taut fabric.

Bruce

Obviously knows how to forge/metalwork. I like to imagine he's also dabbled in lost wax casting.

Probably has little trinkets he made when he was younger scattered around the house. Maybe he donated a few to charity auctions.

Has made rings/jewelry pieces. But doesn't talk about them. (One ring went to Selina, and a pair of earrings went to Talia)

Alfred

The all-talented, all-knowing. There's probably nothing he can't do. He already sews all their outfits. So I mean.

Sometimes it feels really good to have something to stab. I'm not saying he does needle felting, but I'm not saying he wouldn't.

Probably was the one who taught Bruce about lost wax, and the one who helps Damian research about printmakers.

Silently supplies all the kids with all the art things.

Has a chest in his room filled with all the things that he's been gifted with over the years. There's little uneven macrame hanging from when Dick was just getting the hang of it, lumpy scarves that are too short for anyone to realistically wear from Jason, linen sets made by Cass, various trinkets from Tim, handmade cards and notebooks from Steph, mugs from Duke, and old embroidery pieces from Damian in unevenly stained hoops.

[minecraftbookshelf]

I'm going to respond to all of y'all in one go so this doesn't end up splitting off into a bunch of different versions. And also thank you all so much I'm extremely delighted by how much joy has been sparked by this post.

When I'm worldbuilding the details are honestly my favorite part. Both because they are what usually make it into the fics themselves and because the devil really is in the details it makes such a difference in getting that feel of the story just right and the world feel real.

I knew before i was two episodes into watching my firs esmp s1 pov that i was in big trouble. It's such a fantastic world to play with.

Never apologize for the rambling responses to my posts like this are genuinely one of my favorite things I have read and reread every single one of them (including this one) so many times. (Yes it's been like, 24 hours I accept zero judgement)

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#I genuinely need you to do this more cause I genuinely enjoyed reading this a lot more than I originally thought I would /nf#I never realized how *interesting* the differences between each empires way of doing things could be#the idea that empires do things differently to suit the environment#but then its looked down upon in other empires? (aka the swamps clothes looking wrinkled)#chef’s kiss (@flooflepuff )

I'll definitely be doing more things like this as I go. Its the longest post I've made about the world-building so far but probably will not be the longest by the time all is said and done.

People are fascinating on a personal and societal level and I love playing with it when I write, especially the interaction of those two levels. On the most basic of levels, the realization that "different does not mean wrong" is such a good foundation for telling a story. and of course we love us some "unlearning preconceptions" as a side dish XD

One of the reasons that I originally decided I was going to be telling this au via what will more or less be a series of one-shots from the pov of the entire cast (aside from the fact that short fics are my usual style) was that I really want to be able to show the assumptions that everyone makes about everyone else and explore where those come from and what the broader implications of them are.

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#OH MY GODS THATS SO COOL#okay so i have many thoughts to put in the tags one second#first off. the net repair/making in the swamp thing reminds me a lot of like. quilting circles?#where the whole big group of people will come together#to socialize and make a cool and useful thing#and the xornoth burning down the tapestries and almost getting assinated by the artisans is just#so fucking perfect#my mom has a lot of friends who do lots of fiber arts things#and i can totally imagine them all getting pissed that someone burnt down the super old historical tapestries and#going off to murder that someone. its perfect its beautiful i love kt#*it#magic embroidery thats fucking COOL#this is all so COOL#I dont have enough spoons right now to express it#but please know i am reading this and going ''oooooh fancy cool thats super neat i wonder if they have alpacas''#or ''WHOA THATS AWESOME i wonder if rivendell's got like. a super robust state fair type knitting and crochet and fiber stuff competitions''#stuff like that. basically i love this entire section of worldbuilding its amazing and i don't know how to express that in#words properly because my brain is on vacation from making sense (@copper-dragon-in-disguise )

It is exactly a quilting circle. It's a quilting bee its a corn-husking its a barn raising. It's many hands make light work and a way for the community to sit down and spend time with each other and check in and make sure everyone is okay and taken care of. Community Tasks are so important and every culture, real world and in this au, has versions of them. In Rivendell its shearing season, in the Ocean its the kelp harvest, in Mezalea it's cleaning and gutting the catch after the fishing boats come in, in the Lost Empire its harvesting and drying the cocoa beans, and so many others.

My social circle is almost entirely made up of people who are involved in fiber arts in some way and yeah, there is absolutely no way that Xornoth didn't get at least one very threatening talk from a little old elf lady who is like, half their height and wears her knitting needles in her hair. (They are very, very sharp knitting needles)

I genuinely haven't decided if they have alpacas yet. I've been leaning towards no, and they have just bred llamas for fleece but I haven't decided for sure yet.

Look I'm not saying that Rivendell has several different county fair style events...but I'm not not saying it. (I have said it before actually. kind of. Look, the two modes of perception for Rivendell from the other empires is "those weird snooty elves" and "those weird mountain hicks". And the secret third mode which is Helianthia pointing and being like "hey! same hat!")

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And because I forgot to put it on the original post...

AU Masterpost Here!

hello this is an invitation/request to ramble about textile production in rivendell vs the swamp in the arranged marriages au I am very curious about this thank you

Most of this is going under a cut because it is going to get a bit long and rambly and is 100% as much an info-dump as it is a worldbuilding post.

the TLDR is Wool VS Linen

MOSTLY INFO DUMP PORTION

Rivendell:

The majority of Rivendell textiles are wool-based.

They do import some silk from the Overgrown but that is reserved for special occasions and items. Mostly silk threads are used for magical stitching and silk fabric as a center lining for leather and chain armor.

Almost everything else is wool.

Most of their wool comes from sheep but they also have llamas, rabbits, and goats that all are domesticated for this purpose. (Wool as a term refers to any fiber obtained from an animal, even if some of it is technically hair, for textile purposes it is wool)

Most of their export is sheep wool, they have, in fact, increased their sheep herds specifically to accommodate export in the recent decade or so as they open their borders and form alliances beyond the Overgrown.

Wool is an incredibly versatile fiber. It's water resistant and thermal properties make it ideal for the snowy mountain terrain of Rivendell's territory. It can also be made into fabric so fine it is literal gauze. It can be felted it can be knitted it can be woven. Saying Rivendell's textiles are almost 95% wool does not accurately convey how varied those textiles are. Generations of Rivendell elves have spent their ~500 year long lifespans coming up with new things to do with wool.

And its not just from sheep.

Rabbit wool is most commonly used for items like underclothes or baby clothes and blankets.

Llama wool actually comes in two distinct forms, because Llamas have layered coats. Originally they were used as beasts of burden but were also, over the generations, bred for fleece as well. Their rougher outer coats are used more for things like rope and cordage, the inner fleece is similar to rabbit.

Llama is also the least common wool, since it takes about two years for a llama to regrow its coat after shearing and they aren't exactly the most space efficient of livestock. The fleece is one of the luxury exports sold mostly to foreign nobility who want to feel fancy and brag about their "exotic [insert item here]". The outer coat fibers are mostly sold as cordage, which is excellent quality and in high demand in the seafaring nations. (This is also due to elvish craft-magic, more on that later in the worldbuilding-focused section)

Goats are a full range from coarser fibers to fine soft ones. It functions much the same as sheep fiber, just with a lower yield. Goats are primarily used in the outer villages of Rivendell in the highest, sheerest cliffs where they are more suited to the terrain than their moor wool-laden cousins.

The Swamp:

Most Swamp-made textiles are linen.

Mostly made from flax and/or hemp. (Yes, that kind of hemp, go ahead, make the jokes.)

(Hemp grown for fiber is a different variety than hemp grown for more recreational reasons. It has a much lower THC and the plant itself is a lot larger. I'm not saying they don't grow the other kind, and use it medicinally, but it isn't relevant to anything I will be writing. If that's your wheelhouse you are welcome to take this and run with it.)

Linen is a lightweight and absorbent fabric that is ideal for hotter climates so it is very common to see in the Northern kingdoms. It's absorbency does mean it dirties and starts smelling fairly quickly but it is also a very resilient fabric that takes washing well. It also has the default state of "wrinkled" which, to someone accustomed to other types of fabric, does lend itself to looking rather unkempt. (You see where I'm going with this.)

Like wool there is a wide range of fabrics, ranging from the ultra fine and soft to coarser, more Textured pieces. (basically, the underclothes to sail canvas range) both flax and hemp, especially the latter, are also used to make cordage and hemp in particular is often used to make macrame and beaded jewelry, irl and in the Swamp. Fishing nets are also a common product.

Textiles are not a notable export of the Swamp so there is less to say there.

IRL flax linen makes up some of the oldest surviving fabric and clothing samples, dating back thousands of years.

Flax fibers are not elastic, they don't stretch and shrink while worked with and don't have a lot of give. This does make working with it in the process of fabric making somewhat difficult and requiring a lot of skill. The resulting fabric though is incredibly durable so its a trade off.

The Mostly Worldbuilding Portion

This is just going to be a bunch of disorganized bullet points really

A significant portion of the flax used by the Swamp from linen production is grown and harvested in Helianthia and brought to the swamp for manufacture. This is actually the primary threat Mythland represents, (you know, besides rampant destruction and harassment along the border) is interrupting that trade route. They do also grow their own but do not enough for what is needed.

Elvish magic is almost entirely based around fiber arts. Embroidery, knot-work, charms stitched into seams and knitted into the very makeup of a garment. Wool and Gold. (gold-thread embroidery is powerful stuff) A side effect of all of this is that when small Xornoth started setting things on fire and small Scott sneezed frost it was a pretty solid indication that their magic was a bit more directly divinely sourced.

Related, elvish rope is reliable. It doesn't degrade or break or even cut easily. (This is straight from Tolkein but it works too well not to poach)

Elves build things to last, a single elf-made garment can last for several human generations. At least.

Net making/repair in the Swamp is one of those community tasks that a lot of people sit down together and do while socializing. Almost everyone has at least the basic skills required.

Generations worth of irreplaceable historical tapestries were lost when Xornoth burned down the Rivendell palace during their coup and every time the weavers and artisans and historians of the kingdom remember that they come very close to being assassinated.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Emp-ire, “Deputy.”

Hope you are all having a good day, and I hope you enjoy the story :)

Sparks leapt into the air vanishing to blend in with the wide expanse of the night sky overhead. Spoons clattered and rattled against cans, as the small group of men sat under the stars eating their meager rations. Adam shifted feeling the weight of his new gun on the opposite hip from his old: McBride’s gun.

The Sheriff spooned another mouthful of ration under his mustache before grunting as if he had remembered something and reached behind him, pulling out a sheathed knife and tossing it over to Adam, “Believe that belongs to you.”

He caught it with one hand, and set the can he was eating from down beside his boot, pulling the knife from its sheath, only to see the familiar decorative glint. He felt his face flush a bit, and when he looked up at the sheriff, seeing the look on the man’s face he knew that he knew.

He opened his mouth to speak, “I am so sorry sheriff, I really had no idea what came over me, I-” The man’s booming laugh cut him off mid apology, “No need to apologize to me boy. That man was nothing better than a crawly little maggot in my book, and deserved a lot more than losing a knife.” He snorted and leaned back in his seat, “Why take it, though, you being such an upstanding citizen and all. Doesn’t seem to fit your profile.”

Adam, still a bit flushed, rubbed the back of his neck, “I…. well.”

That’s when Ramirez butted in, leaning over the fire and announcing in a very loud voice, “To impress a girl.”

Adam turned a sharp glare down on Ramirez who was grinnin fit to burst.

“A girl!” The sheriff exclaimed, “Now that is something, isn’t it. Why don’t you go ahead and tell us about this girl.”

Ramires rolled his eyes,”How about that time he dumped that girl, and decided to pine after her later.”

Adam glowered so hard at Ramirez he hoped he would explode, but when no spontaneous combustion occurred, he simply sighed and slouched down in his seat, “Look, not to get into too many details or seem sorry for myself, but I’m not exactly in a great mental headspace to…. To be dating right now. It isn’t fair to her, and I refuse to drag her into my mess, especially one she didn’t sign up for.”

Around the fire, he could see the other men rolling their eyes largely.

“If she’s any kind of woman, it wouldn’t matter..” One of them said, “A real woman’s always got your back, covers you blind spots, and she’s shooting when you reload. A real woman makes you a better man at the same time you make her a better woman…. Course that is assuming that you are any kind of man.’ Adam blew out through his cheeks long and drawn out, “Very poetic, deputy, but let's assume I’m not any kind of man…. At least not right now, and she doesn’t deserve that.” “And so what, did you hope to find your manhood out here with the roughians and the hooligans.” one of them asked motioning around at the planet behind him.

Adam sighed again, “Actually, no.” he motioned to Ramirez, “that one dragged me out here to cheer me up, but since we’ve been here, I’ve been threatened, had a horrible hangover, been kicked in the face, kidnapped, threatened, fallen off a horse, and been kicked in the face a second time.”

The group of men laughed, “Sounds like a good time!”

They laughed, and he laughed with them.

“Anyway, she likes weapons, loves them actually, any kind, so it made me think of her, and I thought that when I get back, maybe my apology would go better if I soften her up first.”

The men eyed each other, “Or give her a weapon to carve you up with in her rage.”

He snorted and smiled slightly, “I guess you’re right about that. Anyway, I don’t expect to get her back, not really, but I at least want to say sorry, man up and explain to her why I did what I did. I was so messed up at the time, that I didn’t really provide a good explanation, and I think she deserved to know the truth. I am hoping this is a case of better late than never, and not a case of too little too late.”

Ramirez sighed and shook his head but let it go.

The sheriff watched him with some interest, head tilted this way and that, scrutinizing him as if he was some strange looking crustation the man had found under a rock.

He stared down at the knife he now twisted between his two fingers before strapping it to his belt,

He expected the sheriff or one of the other deputies to keep going on about it, but they dropped the subject, and instead the sheriff leaned forward over the fire, “You boys did a pretty good job with those men back there. That was some good shooting, and back at the bar was some pretty good teamwork.” he looked sidelong at Adam, “Now, I can’t vouch for the intelligence of a man who would flying tackle a bandit off a horse at twenty miles an hour, but that remains to be seen I suppose.”

Ramirez and Adam lifted their head in interest.

Adam raised an eyebrow, “You trying to say something sheriff.”

The man paused scrutinizing them still, “Well McBride and his men have been bothering this community for a while now, and it needs to stop. Now we captured a few of them back there, but McBride is the one we are really after, without him his whole group falls apart and vanishes back into whatever cesspit they came from.” he paused tapping his boot thoughtfully against the dirt, “We need good fighting men to help us take them down and you two….”

Ramirez and Adam both leaned forward in some measure of excitement eyes wide.”

“And well, the two of you have more than proven your metal when it comes to the fighting aspect so….. I am more than willing to deputize you boys until we catch McBride, the help would be most appreciated.”

“HELL YEAH!”

The sheriff almost fell off his log as the two of them jumped to their feet in vehement and unbridled excitement.

A few of the deputies just shook their heads.

“City folk.” one of them whispered but the smile on his face made it clear enough that he didn’t really mean anything by it.

“Calm down! Lest I rethink my offer,” the sheriff muttered, clearly trying to appear more annoyed than he actually was. He stood, “Both raise your right hands or some shit, I don’t know.”

The two of them did as asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Now in the power vested in me by the Bramble county justice system bla bla, I hereby deputize you that you may bring justice and all that stuff or whatever. Do you swear to protect this county and all the citizens in it.”

“We swear.”

He grunted, “Good.”

The two men stared at him, grinning expectantly, “What?”

“You know what.”

He sighed, grumbled, and walked over to his saddle, reaching into the bag and pulling out two shiny golden badges both in the shape of a star. He tossed them across the topen fire at the two men, “Here, and try not to wet yourselves.”

They didn’t wet themselves of course

But there was certainly a moment of girlish screaming and jumping up and down around the fire that probably shouldn't have been done in front of a group of other men whose respect they were trying to gain.

When they sat back down finally clearing their throats and awkwardly adjusting their hats, the other men stared at them with some measure of both amusement and concern, though no one said anything.

Of course neither of them really cared.

Ramirez was still admiring his badge when a sudden frown came over his face, and he reached down to his shirt, “Damn it.”

Adam tilted his head,”What.”

“Hole in my shirt.”

He turned to see that there was, indeed, a hole in his shirt.

“Shit, I liked this shirt.” “Oh stop bitching and hand it over.”

“What.”

“Just give me the damn shirt.”

Ramirez did as told, though as he handed it over, the suspenders of his pants now hanging down at his sides he looked up grinning, “If you wanted to see me shirtless, you could have just asked.” 

Adam, not looking up from the hole replied, “I’ll be interested in your sweaty man boobs when hell freezes over.”

There was some light chuckling form around the fire as Adam reached into his bag and pulled out a small sewing kit. The group of men watched as he deftly threaded a needle, wetting the end of the thread with saliva before threading it through the small hole. Within the next few seconds he was pulling the hole in the shirt closed until it was neatly stitched back up and he handed it back to Ramirez .

He stared looking between Adam and the repaired shirt, “dude…. This… this is clean… since when have you known how to sew.”

Adam looked almost offended, “Seriously ramirez, think about who my mother is for five secons.”

“I mean yeah, but you didn’t exactly strike me as the sitting in the living room sewing with mom type.”

Adam crossed his arms, “I had a life once. Before I joined the UNSC I used to make my own costumes for conventions. My mother taught me everything she knows, and since I didn’t have a lot of friends at school I got pretty good at it.”

“Next you’ll be telling me you can knit.”

“Dude I will Knit or crochet you the best damn scarf you’ve ever worn and maybe a nice pair of mittens to go along with it.”

They stared at each other neither breaking eye contact.

“I make a mean beanie.”

Ramirez began to laugh, “You never cease to amaze me. What else can you do. I mean, you can Knit and crochet, and sew.”

“I am also pretty handy at cross-stitching, embroidery, and needlepoint.”

The other men around the fire began to laugh, though it was good natured enough.

Adam shrugged, “Laugh all you want, but I never had to worry about holes in my pants.”

“That it”

He paused and shook his head, “Well, no. I used to be able to do makeup ok, just for the costumes I did, could practically change the structure of my face. I was pretty good at it, I would say.” he frowned, rubbing his chin a bit, “I mean there were a lot of the things my mother and father taught me how to do…”

“Why…. why did you stop. That all seems fun.”

Adam paused, and then shrugged, “I…. well, I joined the UNSC and then didn’t really have time to do those things anymore. They just sort of… fell away until I kind of forgot I could even do them…. It was the same with riding horses and woodworking.”

“You used to draw too, didn’t you.”

Adam shrugged, “A little, probably could have been pretty good if I had practiced, but there wasn’t really time to do that either.”

One of the deputies prodded the fire with a stick, “Let your job kind of take over your life, didn’t you.”

He paused and shrugged, “I guess.”

“Not something that's good for a man.” The sheriff gestured around the circle, “The boys here all have things they like doing outside work. I mean I own a little farm. I like getting my hands in the dirt, and watching things grow. Clayton over there makes his own booze, and is pretty good at if I don’t say so myself. Tom there and his girl like to go dancing, won a few competitions, haven’t you Tom.”

Adam rubbed the back of his head, “Well I do have things outside my work I like to do, like flying or, watching vintage movies.”

“You're a fighter pilot, Adam, so that doesn’t count, and sci-fi movies are too close to home.”

He sighed, “Fine, fine, maybe I let the life take me over a little too much.”

Ramirez snorted, “Maybe…. Maybe?”

“Ok yeah, I DID for sure.”

“Don’t lose yourself kid. The moment you allow your job to define you, there is always the chance it could be taken away, and then you’d lose your identity all together.”

Adam grimaced at the thought, but realized they were…. Right.

What was he?

And there walsall the possibility in the world that he could lose his job. He wasn’t sure how it could be done, but he was sure it could happen. There was always the possibility of politics chasing him out of his role if he got too important. Or perhap, he would just get to old, and they wouldn’t trust him anymore.

Either way, one day he was going to be out of a job, and when that happened, he needed to make sure he was stable enough to handle it. And if he couldn’t handle his real life, right now, then he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to handle himself if he lost it.

“Get some sleep, all of you, we ride out tomorrow…. To catch a train.”

The men grumbled and maneuvered their saddles into more comfortable positions leaving one man on watch for that night.

Adam leaned back against his saddle to stare up at the stars.

There was…. An overwhelming sense of vertigo that came with looking up, a familiar sensation he had had since childhood. The stars overhead were comforting and familiar, but tonight they also seemed distant. They had been distant for a while, he supposed, and the thought left him with a deep well of sadness.

When had it been, when had he lost it….. The wide eyed childish love for what he did.

When had he become so…. So lost.

Was there a moment he could pinpoint, was there an instance he could look back on and see?

Or had it come on slowly pernicious and insidious creeping up on him slowly from behind to tackle him and bind him with such doubts and indecision.

He closed his eyes, and in his dreams he flew through the sky trailing his fingers through he stars.

[tangledinmdzs]

an mdzs valetines~ [D-2]

what you would get the juniors for valentines day (hand craft edition)

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Lan Sizhui

a candle (with some scents that he likes)

you’ve always been slightly sensitive to smells

which is why you’ve always liked the smell of Sizhui’s apartment

it’s a soft, calming warm scent

something like jasmine

but stronger

he tells you that its the incense that he’d picked up from his parents house

but you’ve visited them before

and it’s not quite that

it’s just a Sizhui scent

and so you’ve been enraptured by it ever since

because Sizhui was moving in with you soon

you thought this couldn’t be a better gift

you’ve been searching around for a few months, taking notice of scents that are calming, that smell nice, or that you think remind you of him

and just make this candle 

when you give it to him,

it actually smells really good 

and he’s happy that he brings you peace, calmness

alongside love

»»————-　♡　————-««

Lan Jingyi

paint on his jean jacket

you want to up your boyfriend’s style game

so what better way to do that then to just make him a jacket

or change one of his jacket’s

lying around in his closet is a jean jacket that’s pretty nice

but JIngyi never wears around

because 

“it’s kinda too blue, it’s a bit plain,” his very valid excuse

i’m being sarcastic

honestly speaking it was a really good jacket that had kept you warm whenever you were out

it was a really nice jacket

and if Jingyi thought that it was too plain then maybe you could just change his mind about that

you end up looking through your old photos together, something that had a dark enough background to paint before you make the plan to steal his jacket

this is also not your first rodeo with stealing his clothes so that goes relatively easy

the hard part is painting because the material is pretty textured, and you want to have a nice sketch before you try to actually add color to anything

it takes a lot of time

and a lot of 

“don’t go there, my room’s a mess”

“or ump wait i haven’t cleaned my room yet”

to finally

“i’m making something for you don’t spoil it for yourself!!”

when Jingyi’s nosiness can’t keep him away

but when you give him the finished product he’s more than surprised

and in awe

painted on the entire back panel of his jean jacket is an outline of two people standing atop a mountain overlooking trees

the colors are beautiful

and he realizes that this was taken from that one picture you guys took on a hike a year or so ago with friends

and now, Jingyi wears that jacket all the time

»»————-　♡　————-««

Jin Ling 

embroidery on his sweater 

you’ve always seen him wear his plain grey sweater

and it’s nice

and warm

but it’s also

just very plain

so you want to add a little pizz zazz to the neckline or something to it, by embroidering something on it

you’re not too sure how Jin Ling would react to this surprise, considering that it is his very favorite sweater

so you end up doing a small embroidery of your initials together on the edge of his sweater, towards the bottom

inconspicuous but visible

but then once the fabric was under the needle, you couldn’t really help yourself

so you added a few more small pink hearts, embroider the edges of his sleeve cuffs for the holidays

when you give it to him

he smiles an easy smile,

happy that you’ve made his sweater nicer

»»————-　♡　————-««

Ouyang Zizhen

crochet him like a little stuffed animal

you like to think that Zizhen thinks of you even when you’re not around

and of course he does

you’re each other’s wallpapers on your phones

and you both have some sort of couple item

but Zizhen’s going to be traveling a lot more for his job

and sometimes calls and facetimes don’t really feel the same

so during the week leading up to valentine’s day

you sit down and put your crocheting skills back into use after some time

and make him a little

stuffed bear 

it’s a tiny chubby thing that’s a little bit bigger than the palm of your hand once you’re finished

and you attach it onto his carry-on bag that he’s going to use for packing

just to see if he notices

it takes him a while

but he does

luckily before he has to leave 

but it’s a really cute, really you type of gift

that will always remind him of you

because with every stitch that you made you had thought of him

and he can see every weave and bump of the bear, almost feel the warmth of your hand on the yarn when he imagines you near

and honestly he can never forget you

but this gift brings you close even in distance

[curiousthimble]

Wip Whenever

So many of you lovelies tag me I wanted to wait until today to make sure I got everyone! This week it was @curiousartemis​, @kunstpause​, @elveny​, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold​, and @musetta3​ who tagged me! I’ve got a couple things to share, so it’s all under the cut.

First up is a snip from The Wrong Warden that I’m currently working on. I had some family stuff come up last month that messed up my posting schedule, but I’m back at it today. Also, Warden just passed 3100 hits! I can’t believe my plucky little courtesan has captured the attention of so many, thank you to all my readers! 

Personally, his nightmares had gotten more frequent the closer they came to the horde; coupled with the growing sense of connection between himself and the hive mind, it left him feeling vulnerable. And monstrous; the hunger for...something constantly eats at him in the quiet parts of his mind. He doesn’t understand it, but he definitely feels a pull toward the horde and whatever atrocities they inflict on the world.

How bad was it for her down there? He wonders, watching Hera. I know she was hiding something from us, and it wasn’t just her magic. That, too, had been affected in the Roads; when Ares had been hurt her magic had spiraled out of control. She hadn’t talked about it, but he’d seen a growing weight pressing on her the whole time. Did the Deep Roads affect her more than anyone else, because she’s dhampir? There were times she seemed...comfortable in the dark, he thinks, frowning. Is the archdemon getting to her? Could she be convinced to change sides, being what she is?

Idiot, he scolds himself. She’d never do that. She’s a Grey Warden; and from what she’s told me of Ravenloft she knows what it is to fight for home.

“Alistair, are you all right?” Hera asks, sitting back on her heels and smiling at him across the fire. “You’ve been staring at me for a solid minute.”

Cheeks burning, he forces a laugh. “What can I say? You’re so pretty in the firelight.”

Also in the WIP category is my niece’s prom dress. She called me up in Decemeber and asked if I would make her dress for her last high school formal, and all she asked for was that it be red and have “pockets big enough for breadsticks.” I’ve picked some gorgeous sequin lace to wrap around the bodice (the angled/pleated bits on the front and the shoulder drapes) and the rest will be red satin. This is the first mockup for her to try on, and please ignore my junky shelves behind Bessie Body:

Isn’t it going to be gorgeous? I’m so excited for her to try it on. All that’s left of the mockup is a zip and some boning (that will be taped in).

As for my crochet WIPS- one of them is a secret, but I’m almost finished with it so it’ll be shipped off and shared soon. The other is a baby blanket I’m working on for my best friend’s baby due in April. I’ve had to start it over 3 or 4 times but I finally got the hang of the stitch and I love the color.

And that is all, my dears! No embroidery wips for the moment, but I do still have my giant DA Heart cross stitch that I’ve got to finish eventually, and another project ready to go when I have time. Probably after the green blanket is finished.

Not tagging a ton of people here because I know a lot of you have already been tagged, but if you aren’t listed and would like to do this, please tag me back! I’ll add you to my tag list!

@elveny, @kunstpause, @musetta3, @wardenari, @ammocharis​ @cartadwarveswithaheartofgold, @rpgwriter, @noire-pandora, @dalish-rogue

[citrinemystic]

Meditative (Hand) Crafting

Knitting has long been my handcraft of choice. I don’t have the patience for embroidery or cross-stitch, and while crochet looks like it has a lot of potential, it’s not what my mother taught me, and I just haven’t made the time to learn it. 

This 

is a project I’ve been working on since the end of October. Normally projects don’t take me quite so long, but this is a project I started with the intention of using it for meditation.

It was initially meant to be an altar cloth, but after getting several hours in, I realized that the bumpy texture isn’t all that safe to be putting candles on, so in the end it’s going to become a pillow covering. But talking about the project itself is not the point of this post. The point of this post is meditative crafting. 

As I mentioned in my first post about mediation, one technique that can be used is repetitive motion. At this point I’ve been knitting for over five years, so the basic motions of knit and purl are more instinctual than anything else. So I wanted to try to do some knitting meditation. 

I started my project fully intending to have working on it be a meditative exercise, but I’ll admit, I’ve had varied success. 

I started by picking a pattern that was a little more intensive than my usual. What creates the ripple effect you can see in the picture is a set pattern of knits and purls. It’s ten rows that are all different, and I picked the pattern thinking that it would make sure that I was paying attention to my hands, not whatever stray thoughts I was having, and hopefully that would get me into a meditative state. 

As I said, it’s had varied success. 

I think my error was choosing a pattern that was so intensive that I have to keep a close eye on what I’m doing, so my focus wasn’t so much on the repetitive motion, but rather on where in the pattern I was. And because of the pattern, I was hesitant to put it down in the middle of the pattern, so if I was going to work on it, I would be working on it for at least 45 minutes. Now, that’s not necessarily a bad thing, since it ensured that I would be setting that time aside to sit with my project and meditation, but that 45 minutes got hard to find when things got busy. 

Since starting this project, I’ve realized that if I am going to meditate while knitting, it needs to be on a project that I really don’t have to think too much about. I’ve had far more success in getting into a meditative state while knitting working on a lap blanket that’s just knit stitch over and over again than I ever have with my intended altar cloth. 

I don’t regret starting the project, but I’ve realized that I didn’t need to start that particular project in order to meditate while knitting. But I feel like that’s part of learning or trying out new meditative techniques. I can go into it thinking that it’s going to work one way, but then it turns out to work differently. The main thing is to try, and make adjustments as needed. 

[goodvibesprompttime]

EEEEE I adore the second sickly head cannons! ^o^

Thank you for allowing me to be 🍄 !! I love this little blog and cant wait until it blows up! But until then >_>

Maybe some hybrid cannons? Like how Sam is a creeper hybrid, Fundy being a fox/part salmon (no matter how much he denies it) Technos piglin blood, Phil along with Tommy&Wils  avian bloodline, Sapnaps blazyness. Ya know just some domestic head cannons, like how they’d relax and unwind, and taking care of their hybrid side?

Hello again my 🍄-y anon! Your words are too kind to me! I don’t think my little corner of tumblr will ever “blow up” - but I like bringing ideas for anyone who sees them! 

If you saw someone I didn’t include, or want to see more people on the DSMP, I ill happily make a part 2!

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TLDR:

Sam spends his time taking care of stray cats and raccoons(and technically adopted one he named Punk)

Fundy likes baths and honoring his mom

Sapnap just wants a lava bath and to be with his fiancés

Techno likes his hair being played with and to look like the cover of a dark academia novel

Avian bois have different opinions on their wings

Phil is an old man

Wilbur is emotionally detached

Tommy is just trying to take life slow and live that sweet, sweet cottage/goblincore life

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When he was younger, Sam was terrified of cats - full phobia, always running away, scared that, even though he’s a hybrid, that the cats sharp claws will pierce his skin too much and cause him to explode. While this won’t kill him, it... hurts....

However, when Sam met Ponk, Ponk introduced him to cats, Sam became less afraid of them, and even takes care of the stray cats(and raccoons) that are around the prison.

Sometimes, when the nights are especially rough, and being alone in the prison is too much to bare, Sam brings in a specific brown and orange stray cat - feeds it, takes care of it, let it get warm. He makes sure its fur isn’t matted, and their claws are clipped(not declawed, thankfully). And when the cat climbs into his arms, purring, Sam finds himself laughing at how he was once afraid of these adorable fluffballs.

BTW - he named the cat Punk.

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Fundy takes frequent baths or else his fur gets dry and sometimes falls out, and his skin gets all scratchy and dry, and it’s very uncomfortable. Long baths with bubbles, a dim lighting, and some candles keep Fundy happy and relaxed. And when his thoughts get too loud, he plays music on his little radio.

Fundy also likes going to the sea and collecting seashells. They remind him of his mom, and how, before she, well, passed, she use to make him crowns of seashells, seaweed, and pearls. He also asks, whenever he comes across salmon(both common salmons and the merlings), for stories about his mother - if they knew her. She was a very sweet salmon merling, and Fundy has every story written down. Sometimes he reads them - in bed, in the bath, just by the fire, whenever he wants to feel closer to her.

He also carries around fae spoons (spoons made out of seashells and wiring)

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Techno likes when Phil plays with his hair - its comforting, and while Techno isn’t really one for physical touch, he makes the exception for his close friends. When he’s stressed, you can tell cause he takes out his braid and starts messing with his hair. He messes with his hair a lot in prison, mostly cause it comforts him. 

Techno does know how to braid too, although Phil’s hair is a little short (only about to his shoulder). Techno, as a hybrid, doesn’t have a lot of needs or demands, he tends to either relax with training or reading. 

Don’t ever tell anyone else that he likes sitting by a fireplace, cozying up to Steven and/or Phil while they sleep/read to him. Add some tea or hot chocolate, and Techno will be hibernating early.

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Sapnap + lava bath = happy blaze noises

Sapnap also loves cuddles with Karl, having small picnics/tea parties with Karl, laying his head in Karl’s lap while the time traveler tells stories and messes with his hair, can’t forget their small hikes, and collecting cool rocks for their shared collection, or having dinner with Karl.

He misses doing these things with Quackity too

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Our avian bois!

Like all avians, the three have to preen and pluck their feathers to keep them healthy. They can either do this themselves or have help - although it’s a little bit emotionally difficult because, well, you know why you shouldn’t touch your bird’s wings. Lovers/Partners and sometimes very close friends and family can help with preening and plucking - parent avians teach their children how to, after all. But, there are some avians who don’t have such feelings or don’t associate those feelings with wing-touching. 

Anyways - Phil finds plucking and preening relaxing, Wilbur finds it a chore but can’t help but to relax and calm the f*ck down when someone helps him, and both are calming stims for Tommy. 

Phil will mostly do both by himself, but sometimes he asks Techno to help.

Wilbur did both by himself after Sally’s death, and it’s incredibly taboo for him for others to help - he is an avian that associates wing-touching with *ahem*, and has slapped Quackity during an argument when the casino-owner accidentally slapped his hand against them. That ended the argument quickly. 

Tommy isnt as big a hugger as he once was. It’s not that he associates wing-touching with *ahem*, its just that he doesn’t want to bother people. He’s traumatized and this is his stim - he’ll deal with it. It doesn’t help that his wings are under-developed. (Tubbo has helped him before, and, once, Tubbo was having a panic attack and Tommy helped him calm down by having Tubbo pluck his feathers. According to Tubbo, they are very soft)

Individually?

Phil likes relaxing with tea and a good puzzle, taking the dogs on a walk, sometimes riding Bob(Steve’s... brother or boyfriend polar bear) through the forest. Sometimes all you need is peace and quiet.

Wilbur still loves making music, but he doesn’t really have any healthy way to relax. Except, maybe, taking naps hugging a pillow tightly.

Tommy has a few ways to unwind and relax. Gardening is his big one, painting, trying a new hobby (like embroidery, knitting, crochet, painting, poetry, learning to mimic bird calls), playing games with Shroud, watching the sunset, watching the stars, reading, rearranging his very goblincore clay figures for the 100th time. He has a lot of free time, he has to use it somehow. He’s taking life slow. 

But Tommy’s favorite way to rewind?

Mediation. (and sometimes shifting to his desired realities)

Some of his desired realities include the OSMP (but he hasn’t shifted there in a long time), his “funniest videos”, and this strange thing called MCC? 

[gallickingun]

🦜 x kirishima eijirou || gallickingun matchups

Hello! I’ll use 🦜 as my emoji if that’s alright! I’d love to be paired with an MHA student please. To start I have dirty blonde/brown hair, I’m 5’2, and a straight female. I love to draw, paint crochet, sew, embroidery, knitting: think old lady hobbies and crafts. I have 2 different aesthetics, one being like punk/goth/alternative style, and the other being Lolita type fashion lmao, with a bit of cottage core dresses. Personality wise, I’m more quiet around people I don’t know very well, and get louder as I get to know someone. I get very shy when there’s a lot of people I don’t know around. I like comfortable silence more than anything lol. For a first date I would love to just stay in and have a movie marathon with lots of snacks. A few things I don’t like are people who don’t keep in mind/care about how I’m feeling and don’t take that into account when they say things cause I can get sensitive.

― Kirishima would indulge in all of your “old lady hobbies”! He would love to be involved in every aspect of the things you love.  ― He would do a really wonderful job of allowing you to live in your quiet shell, but also bring you out of it from time to time. He’s a very patient guy, I mean - he is best friends with Katsuki and Denki! ― Eijirou would definitely be mindful of your feelings. He’d always be very kind and if he ever said anything to hurt you, he’d be absolutely apologetic!

❁ Kirishima would always ask a dozen and one questions about your different hobbies. He’d ask why you draw in a certain order, why you paint this color before that one, why embroidery takes so long.. 

❁ On that note, he’d also love to just sit and watch you work. You might look up from drawing, sketching, painting, just to see Kirishima with his chin rested on his hands, watching you intently. 

❁ Eijirou also loves both edges of your personality - he, himself, likes rock and punk music, so he doesn’t mind dressing in all black and wearing a little eyeliner, going to concerts. And he also loves to see you in your soft colors and cool patterns and gentle shapes. He never fails to tell you how beautiful you are, no matter which side of yourself you want to explore that day. 

❁ Kiri is able to gauge your mood and know how much extrovert-ism you can take in a day. And when you’re out in public for too long, he can tell you’ve hit your limit, and he’s always sure to leave the situation just before you’re overwhelmed. He’ll put his hand on the small of your back, excuse the both of you for the afternoon/evening, and then walk you to the car. Before he helps you into the seat, he’ll kiss your forehead and check in with you.

❁ If Kirishima is ever insensitive to you, expect a cacophony of apologies. He’d jump through hoops, if that’s what you wanted. If he knows that he screwed up, he’ll come home from a long day at work with take out dinner, dessert from that one place you like, and that movie you’ve been wanting to watch. The flowers that he sent for you at work are already on the kitchen table, and he knows that you’ll need plenty of cuddles in the quiet to recharge from the disagreement the two of you had that made his tongue slip earlier that day, but he doesn’t mind. He loves just spending time with you. 

“Hey, sweetheart?” You hear the call from downstairs. Your hand stills, the sketch pen between your knuckles hovering over the page, “Up here, Ei!”

You can hear his heavy footfalls coming up the stairs, but you swore you’d have this sketch finalized today so you return to the page to continue scritching away at the page. You’re too engrossed in your art to notice that Kirishima has stood himself in the doorway, shoulder and hip leaned against the frame as he crosses his arms and turns all of his attention on you.

After a few moments, you tilt your head to see his carmine eyes basking in the sight of you. Your face grows hot, blinking rapidly as you turn in on yourself, embarrassment at the feel of his eyes narrowed in on you. Eijirou takes a step into the room, reaching across the space between your bodies to run his hands across your shoulders, gently massaging the muscles there, “You’ve got forehead wrinkles, this one must be causing you some stress, huh babe?”

You rub at your face, abandoning your pen to turn and face him, slotting yourself between his knees. Kirishima presses his palm to your cheek, turning your head so your temple is rested against his abdomen, a breath escaping your nose as your chest deflates. Your eyelashes flutter closed at his warmth, your hands reaching around the backs of his thighs to hold him near to you. 

“Just a little,” you chuckle drily, squeezing his thighs between your fingers, “better now that you’re home.”

Kirishima tilts himself downward so he can press a kiss into your hair, burying his nose into the crown of your head as he exhales. His hands massage at your shoulders, aware of how tense you can get from focusing too hard on your art for too long of a period of time. He chuckles when you groan at the sensation, “I’ve got takeout downstairs, whenever you’re ready?”

“Yeah, I think I need to take a break.” You rub your nose into the fabric of his shirt, taking in the scent of detergent and cologne from his clothes. A breath blows from between your lips as you stand to your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck so you can gesture for him to pick you up with the gentle tug of your hands in his hair.

He snickers, “You’re cute, y’know?”

“Nah, oh!” The wind is knocked from your lungs as he grabs beneath your thighs and scoops you up to hold you in his arms, cradled against his chest. You giggle, dipping your head to rest against his neck, “Eiji!”

“What?” Kirishima turns to walk down the stairs, carefully clutching you to his body, “You’re so tiny! You’re like a little sack of potatoes!”

“Kirishima Eijirou!”

“A cute sack of potatoes!”

“When you put me down, it’s game on.”

There’s a gentle pat to your backside, and a chuckle from those shark-toothed lips of his that follows shortly after, “Only if you can catch me, first.”

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Dewey x Crafter Reader Headcanons

Ive fallen down a rabbit hole of crafting and I can't get up. Help me. I write hcs to help save my soul

I'll also edit when I have computer access so then there is a read more button or whatever they're called, I can't find it on mobile

Wrote directly onto the tumblr app so if there are any mistakes that's why. No betas, we die by our spelling and grammar mistakes here

You were a crafter before you met Dewey, having taken up most crafts by the time you were 17

Sewing, needlepoint, embroidery, cross stitch, knitting, crocheting

You'd experimented with them all and even though each one had its merits, you definitely had your favourites

Then life happened. You had to start working, unable to attend college, and soon you had no time to craft. If you were awake, you were working

Mostly low paying jobs to cover rent, bills etc, taking on as many shifts as possible

It was actually during one of your shifts you met Dewey

You started working at a local music shop, mostly serving and organising CDs when a very excited Dewey rocked up, wanting to find the newest release for one of his favourite bands

You got to talking and realised that you had similar music tastes and, even though you really wanted to get to know him more, you had to remain professional. You were still on the clock

Luckily for you, however, you were invited to go see a group of local bands performing to celebrate your friend's birthday

You recognized Dewey the moment he stepped on stage and was in awe at his musical skill

You figured it'd be weird to go up to him and start talking because a) if he didn't recognize you then having a stranger come up to you and say that you remembered him from work would be odd and b) if he DID recognize you from work that'd be even odder

You didn't want to give off stalker vibes, so you stayed at the bar, content just to leave it

Dewey, however, saw you in the crowd and had a different plan in mind

Still riding the adrenaline high from being on stage, he walked straight up to you

"I don't know if you remember me, bu-"

"I remember you."

"Oh."

You both blushed heavily as you shift in your seat. "Drink?" You offered. "I....I liked talking to you earlier, I'd like to talk some more."

Dewey positively beamed at that, sitting down next to you as you effectively start ignoring your friend's birthday party celebrations in favour of talking to the man in front of you

The rest, as they say, was history

You ended up dating pretty quickly after you first met, moving in with each other after only dating for 6 months

It was an accident, you had your power cut off (again) and it was the middle of winter. Dewey offered you a warm place to stay temporarily and after 4 weeks of looking for a new apartment, he just said "you're already living here, just move in with me."

It made things easier, now there were two people contributing to bills

Rent was never paid in full, but something was always sent in

Patty wasn't impressed by that but Ned wasn't as fussed, just happy to have something coming in

It helped that he really liked you and felt that you were a good fit for Dewey

Even though things still remained tough, you were happy just to have a roof over your head and someone who loved you

When Dewey started working for Horace Green, things became easier

Bills were paid with his paycheck, yours became groceries and fuel money

Even then, for the first time in a long time, you had spare cash

Most went into savings but being able to afford your own Netflix account? Felt amazing

Despite having a bit of extra money, some habits were hard to break.

You rarely bought clothing from anywhere but thrift stores and Walmart, Dewey prefering Walmart but essentially doing the same thing

Unfortunately, that meant the clothing you had bought wasn't always the best of quaility, especially when Dewey was the one wearing it

Just the nature of his jumpy, clutzy, accident prone and slightly messy self meant you were constantly buying him new shirts and mending his sweater vests

To be honest, it was getting old

You'd also been missing crafting for a while so. Two birds, one stone

The next time you were in Walmart alone, you grabbed yarn and knitting needles and on the few days a week you were home alone, slowly you started to knit him some new sweater vests, using an old one that was beyond repair as the template to make sure each one fit

The first one was just a plain, fadded red to get yourself back into practice before slowly beginning to add simple designs similar to the few he owned now

Then a couple of weird themed ones, a couple of his favourite bands, one with music notes in the design, one that was birthday themed, one with mini guitars, whatever amused you and you thought would amuse him, you knitted onto the sweater

Each vest took three weeks to make. By the time his birthday came around, you had made him ten new vests, having kept it a secret the entire time

You were super nervous when he opened up his present, but the giant smile on his face was worth it, excited with the concert tickets you managed to get for the two of you (in the pit, of course) and with each new sweater, he got more and more excited

"These are amazing babe! Where did you get them?" He asked as he got up to try his favourite (the one with a replica of his Gibson knitted around the bottom) on

You go quiet. "I....uh.....I made them."

He looked over at you like you just admitted you had found a cure for cancer

You'd neglected to tell him of your crafting past, it never came up so you never said

Now, however, he was keen to see you craft

He never even dared to try it out for himself, but enjoyed watching you knit or crochet without looking at your work, watching TV or chatting to Dewey as you just continued to work

Every year, he got at least two sweaters from you, and you made sure to knit a sensible one and a silly one

What amazed you was the fact that Dewey seemed to have fewer accidents

He took extra special care of all of the stuff you make him, never spilling so much as a drop of coffee on them and tried his best not to get them snagged on the one sharp part of the doorway into his office

One day he came home, nearly in tears

You were folding up laundry but you dropped everything and came rushing over, thinking the absolute worst but instead he simply pushed something into your hands and said "I'm so sorry"

Turns out, he took off his vest when he came in to play a song with the kindergartners, something he now does daily as part of his role as music teacher

He didn't notice one of the kids grabbing it and wandering off with it

It was covered in paint, one of the Gibsons were cut out and the yarn was beginning to unravel, despite clear attempts to keep it from doing so

It was ruined

You hush Dewey as you pull him close and reassure him it's ok, you can make him another one

It took a while to settle him, he treasured everything you made him and he allowed one to get ruined

But once you assured him it was fine and you knew it was an accident, you ended up spooning in the couch as you mentally start planning the new sweater

A month passed when he found a wrapped up parcel on his desk

He was running late, didn't have time to grab a coffee and accidentally grabbed his vest with a massive hole in the back rather than one of your handcrafted ones

Still, he made it to the classroom before any students arrived, so he quickly opened it up and a huge smile plastered its way onto his face

A new sweater vest that was near identicle to his ruined one, a bit cleaner and better designed than the old one

You'd also made him a pair of socks, something you'd been experimenting with, with the AC/DC logos on the side

He found the note at the bottom 'Hope you have a good day. I love you. Y/N. P.S. These are not allowed near the kindergartners ❤'

He quickly changed into the sweater, feeling so much better than he did 5 minutes ago

The socks became his lucky socks and he'd wear them to his gigs, stating that it was like you were up there with him

He shushed you when you pointed out that it meant he was technically stepping on you, telling you "you know what I mean" before giving you a kiss

He'd give you requests for scarves, beanies, the lot. Socks were for bed or performances only, apparently, but everything else was worn whenever

You even made beanies and scarves for members of the band who wanted them, each having the School of Rock logo on it plus the kid's name

Dewey loves wearing and telling everyone about the stuff you make because he thinks it's absolutely incredible you're able to create something like this

And he treasures everything you make him

Most importantly, he's there to listen when you rant that the yarn isn't working like it should, or just about crafting problems in general, and be an ear as you problem solve an issue and is there to celebrate the victories when it finally works

Gets really good at yarn shopping too, picks up the brands you prefer and learns to read the packaging labels

Just

He loves the fact you can create something just like he can