#adelaide stitch

[hitchell-mope]

Still a great movie.

[passigentilcoquelicot]

Halfway there !

Wip - Mandala of the sun, Alessandra Adelaide

[tveitertotwrites]

I don't know if anybody knows about this but does anyone remember the tiktok where a girl gave some body part (I think it was her kidney but I'm not 100% sure) and then that boyfriend cheated on her. And then that video was stitched and another girl did like an evil little kid laugh, held up a pair of scissors and went "Don't worry. I'll go get it" and went off screen.

Because I HC that if Claire and Adelaide didn't meet and become friends when they did, then that is how they meet and become besties

[pupsmailbox]

DOLL︰PUPPET ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ abbie. adelaide. adorablesse. adorablette. aerlyn. alena. alexis. alice. amaia. amaya. andrea. angeline. ankou. annabelle. annie. antoinette. anxiette. anxious. apricot. asaka. ash. asha. aspen. atticus. ava. avel. babette. babydoll. bambi. bambina. bambino. bashfelle. bashful. beau. bellamy. belle. bells. bernadette. blu. blue. bluesse. bluette. blushe. blushesse. blushette. boo. bram. bronach. bronagh. brone. button. buttons. cadel. candace. carmilla. carrie. catherine. cessair. charlie. charlott. charlotte. chelsea. chia. chica. chirella. chirelle. chiwa. chuckie. claeg. coffin. colere. commedia. constance. coquette. cordelia. corelle. corette. corsette. cypress. dahlia. dalia. damon. darling. dawn. dearesse. dearest. dearette. dearie. deidre. demure. desdemona. devin. devon. doilie. doily. doll. dollaintye. dollawie. dollerie. dollesse. dollette. dolleyed. dollie. dolline. dollita. dolly. dolores. dottie. drea. dread. drusilla. dáinn. eeria. eldritche. elissar. eliza. elle. elodie. eloise. emerence. emily. essie. esther. evangela. evangeline. evelyn. eveyln. faith. frill. frillette. genevieve. genoveva. gia. gladys. glorie. glory. gorey. gorie. gracelyn. gregory. gretta. gwen. gwenivive. haldor. haunt. hiccup. hyde. iraia. iresse. irette. itishree. jabez. janelle. janet. jannet. jinx. josie. julie. juniper. juno. kailey. kanani. kewpie. kiva. krak. lace. lacesse. lacette. lacey. lacie. lain. laintess. lakka. lalki. lavender. lea. lefu. letta. letum. libitina. lilac. lillith. lilly. lily. loaela. lola. lolah. loletta. lolita. lolite. lolla. lottie. lovelace. luci. lucius. lulu. lute. lyla. lys. madison. mahina. mandy. mannie. manon. many. mara. maria. marianette. marie. marion. marionette. marionne. marotte. marrionette. marrow. mary. maryjane. marzana. maveth. meek. melanie. melodie. melody. merripen. miel. minuette. mold. moldie. moldy. molly. moonie. moore. morana. morgana. morgue. mors. mort. mot. muriel. murmur. muse. nadine. nadzen. nancy. nanea. nanelle. nanette. nappi. naz. negan. nekane. nelly. nemesis. nettie. nicodème. niegan. nimbus. nina. nuri. olive. oliver. olivia. omega. panchaali. parner. pinkesse. pinkette. pinkie. pinky. pinocchio. pippin. poe. poppet. poppette. poppy. porce. porcelain. porcelynn. prantika. pulau. punthali. pupetta. puppet. puppetear. puppetesse. puppetette. puppette. puppyte. putala. quinn. ravanche. raven. realiteer. rebel. ribbon. ribbonne. riley. rion. robert. rose. rubella. ruby. sacrifette. salem. sasha. satin. scarlet. sebastian. sew. sewine. shivani. shiver. sidney. smierc. smiley. smilie. softesse. softette. softie. solikha. spirit. sprout. statuette. stitches. strings. sweeheart. sweetheart. sweetie. sweetiebelle. sweetine. sychar. teacup. tearie. teddy. tempest. thalia. than. thana. theodora. thorn. trembelle. trista. ultima. ulysses. vanessa. vera. viola. visage. whisp. whisper. willow. winston. wisp. wispera. wrathes. zizi.

PRONOUNS ⌇ adorable/adorable. ae/aer. angel/angel. anger/anger. antique/antique. app/apparition. bell/bell. berry/berry. berserk/berserk. bjd/bjd. bla/black. blank/blank. bliding/bliding. blue/blue. blush/blush. bug/bug. button/button. cake/cake. car/carcasse. cheer/cheer. cloth/cloth. coffin/coffin. control/control. coo/croon. cor/cor. cor/corrupt. core/core. corpse/corpse. coy/coy. crack/cracked. cracked/cracked. cre/creepy. creep/creepy. cu/curse. cu/cute. curse/curse. cute/cute. da/dark. de4/de4d. de/dear. de/demure. dea/dead. dead/dead. dead/death. dear/dear. death/death. decay/decay. delica/delicate. delicate/delicate. demon/demon. despair/despair. dirt/dirty. do/doll. doll/doll. doll/dolly. dolly/dolly. dread/dread. dress/dressup. dress/up. d♡ll/d♡ll. eer/eeerie. elegant/elegant. en/energy. end/end. evil/evil. eye/eye. fabric/fabric. fae/fae. fi/figure. fig/figure. figurine/figurine. flower/flower. fragile/fragile. frail/frail. friendly/friendly. frill/frill. fury/fury. gho/ghost. glass/glass. glo/gloomy. gore/gore. grave/grave. grief/grief. grim/grimm. grime/grime. gru/grudge. ha/haunt. happy/happy. haun/haunt. hx/hxm. h♡/h♡m. it/it. joint/joint. joint/jointed. joy/joy. ke/ker. kew/kewpie. kill/kill. kor/kor. kor/korrupt. la/lace. lace/lace. lae/lace. lo/love. lo/loved. lolita/lolita. love/love. mad/mad. mae/mae. mari/marionette. marionette/marionette. me/meek. mi/mier. mim/mimic. model/model. morbid/morbid. mu/mutter. mur/murmur. nap/nap. null/null. ny/nym. patch/patch. phan/phantom. pink/pink. pitter/patter. plastic/plastic. play/play. play/playtime. play/time. plush/plush. plush/plushie. por/porcelain. porce/porcelain. porcel/porcelain. porcela/porcelain. porcelain/porcelain. pose/pose. pose/posed. possess/possessed. pup/puppet. puppet/puppet. rea/reality. rest/rest. reven/revenge. rib/ribbon. ribbon/ribbon. rot/rot. scare/scare. scary/scary. seem/seem. sew/sew. sew/sewn. shi/shift. shi/shiver. shx/hxr. sh♡/h♡r. sie/sier. silk/silk. slee/sleep. sleep/sleep. smile/smile. snap/snapped. sneak/sneak. soft/soft. sou/soul. spi/spider. spi/spirit. spo/spook. spook/spook. sta/stalk. sta/stare. statue/statue. sti/string. stitch/stitch. string/string. sweet/heart. sweet/sweet. sweet/sweetdolls sweetie/sweetie. ta/tap. te/teer. tea/teatime. teeth/teeth. thre/thread. thread/thread. thxy/thxm. th♡y/th♡m. ti/timid. to/toy. toy/toy. toy/toytime. trick/trick. un/canny. unca/uncanny. ve/ver. vey/vem. vi/vr. vintage/vintage. vomit/vomit. wan/wander. watch/watch. whi/whisper. white/white. wilt/wilt. wood/wood. wrath/wrath. yarn/yarn. zzz/zzz. ♡/♡. ⚰️ . 🍨 . 🛌 . 🛏️ . 🥀 . 🧸 .

[hatchetmanofficial]

(I love this question and I love your username!!!)

Thanks!

I like to think that Alan still has a part of him, that wants to weasel his way back into society, especially after meeting his Doe-eyes. But he can never have it. It's selfish of him to want.

Or Alan doesn’t believe that even if he can get away he can be redeemed/deserves it. Or could cope with being part of society.

Boss is unpredictable and very much so picks those who believe they are someone without a cause. I'd like to think that The Beast's song "Come Wayward Souls" applies to him.

I really enjoyed Over The Garden Wall, and especially Come Wayward Souls/Potatus Et Molasses. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hWgVdUv9UHo

It’s a shame the show got pulled from streaming services in a lot of locations.

TW suicide, death, religion feel free to ignore and delete this ask if it’s too heavy or triggering.

I watched Over The Garden Wall years ago and while I haven’t actually read The Divine Comedy/Dante’s Inferno directly… I need to as I’ve found a great VN that also derives from it called 10:16 …I seem to remember some analyses that describe the sin of despair.

(Makes sense. Catholics believe suicide is a sin.)

That is why blithe Greg was aided unlike Wirt. He is a child, innocent of the sin of despair, and in turn his seemingly random foolish actions stave off disaster, ie. dumping the coins from the ghosts creates a bonding experience while getting to Adelaide’s house so Beatrice can change her mind about betraying them.

(Also - that means they didn’t pay the coins to the ferryman to cross Acheron/the Styx! Charon’s Obol. Put into the mouth or on the eyes of the dead for that purpose. They also played a song for clemency like Orpheus.

Technically they haven’t paid for passage or received rites so cannot cross over into death and are trapped on the Earth side of the bank! Forced to wander/given more time before crossing. This may have been key to finally getting out of there. Though a villager in Harveston did say it wasn’t their time.)

And Greg is only ever in real danger when he loses hope, gives up and chooses to sacrifice himself for Wirt.

Wirt only breaks the curse when he has a realisation and dares to hope. To act. Otherwise he would have been trapped as the new employee, the new woodcutter/soul reaper/perpetuator of the cycle.

So… The Beast, and perhaps the Boss, do prey on despair and the lost. And potentially suicides but I’m not sure.

The Edelwood trees also recall The Wood Of The Suicides, which is yet another reference to Dante’s Inferno that I first encountered in The Sandman series. (Though those were in hell.)

So. With Over The Garden Wall being a child friendly allegory for purgatory or hell… I’m actually wondering if Carver, Alan, and Stitches may be dead without being aware of it? Or at least no longer strictly living, caught halfway in the liminal space of the uncanny town.

Stitches was constructed from the remains of three people. Carver doesn’t resemble his past self, retain much of his humanity or remember much about his life. 

Alan… was an unprepared 14 (?) year old runaway who was homeless for at least a year in Canada (?), which means he very likely experienced at least one bitterly cold winter without adequate shelter or clothing. Due to his genetic condition he may not have even been able to feel cold or pain to know how much peril he was in and find shelter, or he was lost.

I don’t know whether he was ‘rescued’ while still alive as an alternative to dying or whether he could have actually succumbed to exposure (or to despair in a tragic literal sense) and been found then.

I wonder if this is a Charon situation, if Alan replaced a disobedient employee and a future victim may replace him. (Perhaps Stitches is being lined up, or was created to watch Alan.)

Are the employees psychopomps? 

Or cultists enacting sacrifice?

Both?

In a way Alan cutting down people with his hatchet recalls the cutting down of the Edelwood Trees, that being a metaphor for death.

(I wonder if the choosing is similar to that of the employees - if he takes the despairing, those lost in life, or those who get lost in the forest. The victims are cut down with a hatchet, reaped to feed/fuel the Boss/the Beast.)

Which is more traditionally represented with a field of wheat being reaped by Death’s scythe.

A cornfield, another scary liminal space where people get lost, with similar reaping imagery, has also been associated with evil supernatural entities. 

A good example is He Who Walks Behind The Rows, implying an ancient evil god/cult worship and human sacrifice. Giving a hint of why the Boss might be making them do this.

Much in the way the Ancient Greeks believed they needed to placate gods and ghosts with blood.

Doe Eyes is a pull to humanity and life. Orpheus trying to lead Eurydice out of Hades. 

Or maybe the coworkers are just metaphorically ‘dead to the world’ through being taken in by the cult and largely isolated from society. (Stitches though is absolutely on some level dead or was never alive.)

I’m also seeing some Twin Peaks/Deadly Premonition parallels with forests/trees, weird towns, and another entity like BOB feeding on suffering.

I remember reading that the Boss may have been partially inspired by Bill Cipher too, so I’m wondering if the town is a little pocket of supernatural chaos. 

Bill (a yellow pyramid) was in turn inspired by Nyarlathotep, who liked to start cults and spread chaos and discord amongst mortals - and where Nyarlathotep is associated with pyramids The Boss is embodied in a similarly angular form of a diamond shaped sign. A yellow sign! 

The Yellow Sign is a symbol that is usually used by the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign, a cult that worships the Great Old One Hastur. It is said that the symbol can bestow supernatural powers such as mind-control and possession, and is used to get people under the control of the King in Yellow.

Actually… Past traumatic event in Doe Eye’s life and (spoiler) aside, that may also explain Doe Eye’s nightmares and inability to sleep. As well as their pull to the forest.

So while I’m half recalling all of this or extrapolating from googled snippets maybe all of these things together are hints to the Boss’s eldritch nature.

However, he can still influence his employers. If he sees someone get out of line, he would simply have to put them back in place. Alan, however, never gave Boss any hassle, not even when he first found him. You could say he has a clean track record when it comes to his job. Until doe-eyes that is. When I say that Boss kinda has favorites. He truly does.

I think Alan was too young, beaten down and scared to rebel and so obeyed without question. I think the Boss liked that. Alan is wolf coded but was as obedient as a lamb. Or the Boss’s loyal dog, used to guard and attack.

I had a blast reading through all of this

thank you tumblr user krowspiracyanon!

[eternalremorse]

Hogwarts Legacy MC: Evelyn Damaris

General

Full Name: Evelyn Ophelia Damaris Nicknames: Evy (pronounced eh-vee) Date of Birth: 20th April 1875 (Taurus) Gender: Female (she/her) Nationality: English Blood Status: Half-blood House: Hufflepuff Wand: Soft spiral (warm brown), hazel wood, phoenix feather, reasonably supple, twelve and quarter inches, arrow brown handle Patronus: Siberian cat Likes: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, reading, cooking, baking, and playing piano Dislikes: Brussels sprouts, bullies, isolation, Traits: Kind, loyal, strong, studious, protective, trusting, helpful

Appearance

Hair: Auburn, long, straight, medium thickness Eyes: Aqua Height: 5’4’’ Physique: Light skinned, lithe, petite Other features: Faint freckles on the nose and cheeks

Family

Parents: Rowan Damaris, Eleanor Damaris Siblings: Julian Damaris

Future

Career: Owner of Stitches and Draughts, Ancient Magic Researcher and Charms Professor Partner/Spouse: Sebastian Sallow Children: Scarlett Sallow, Ethan Sallow, Amelia Sallow

In-Depth Details

Evelyn is the second-born child of Rowan and Eleanor Damaris. She has a brother, Julian, who is three years older.

Her father is pure-blood, and her mother is a muggle.

Evelyn’s top hobbies include baking, the outdoors and playing piano.

Since Evelyn was a late bloomer with her magical abilities, everyone assumed she was a squib up until then. She often felt like a disappointment to her parents. However, both Rowan and Eleanor insisted that she was perfect the way she was – magic or not!

Julian developed his magic normally at the age of seven years old and was sorted into Ravenclaw house. He was disappointed he never got to be at Hogwarts the same time as Evelyn, as he had just graduated when she began as a fifth year.

Both Evelyn and Julian have never met their maternal family. Eleanor’s parents were very religious and disowned her for “being involved with the devil” when she was engaged to Rowan.

Evelyn is very close to her family and being at Hogwarts made her realise how much she missed them. She would write an owl to them a few times a week, explaining how her classes went and how fun learning magic is.

Evelyn shared a dorm room with Poppy, Adelaide and Lenora. They were all very warm and welcoming after Professor Weasley escorted her to the common room. They helped to ease Evelyn’s nerves about making friends so late into the school year.

It was almost impossible for Evelyn to keep the details of her involvement with planning to stop Ranrok a secret. In the end, she confided to Julian, who had not long started his Auror training at the Ministry. He was furious to begin with! He didn’t want his little sister dying over something the Ministry should have been dealing with. So, with his limited access at the Ministry, he would dig and find bits of useful information to send to Evelyn.

[kidlit-queen-competition]

Train fact: the longest* train ever

like all things to do with railways, you can get pretty granular and pedantic with this one, so this is likely to also be the longest post ever. Sorry, but actual facts (and pretty pictures) under the cut!

The longest passenger train in regular service is Australia's 'Ghan, a luxury tourist train that runs between Adelaide and Darwin, and averages 774 m/2,539ft in length. that's twice as long as the Empire State building is tall.

(id in alt)

The reason I say "in regular service" is because the longest passenger train EVER was run by the Rhaetian Railway in Switzerland, to celebrate 175 years of Swiss railways, and that was more than twice that long at 1,910m/6266.4ft. Almost an entire Kentucky Derby worth of train! It had to go incredibly slowly, maxing out at 35km/h, to avoid overloading the electric systems of the railway and local power grids.

[Video desc: a youtube video from CBS news of the recordbreaking passenger train. The train is made up of several red electric trains coupled together, and moves through alpine landscapes of mountainds and coniferous forest. It is so long that it is visible only in coils, like a snake. Some shots show the train leaving one tunnel while entering another, or driving under a viaduct while the tail end crosses it, and several shots show people watching and taking photographs.]

But, the thing with passenger trains is that they have a lot of rules and regulations applied to them that freight doesn't have to follow. So freight trains get HYUGE.

The average American freight train (I consider the USA to be freight trains' natural habitat because there is a whole bunch of wide open space for for them to crawl around) is 5400 feet long, and the standard in Europe is around 3000ft. That's a 10-20 minute walk at average adult walking speed, just to go from end to end. You know when you stop at a level crossing, and a train goes by, and it seems like it's going by forever? That was probably one of these.

But the average frieght train is peanuts to mining trains. Trains came from the mines, and they still dominate there. The biggest trains in the world are consists of ore and coal, run by tiny crews from extraction point to export. This has always been true.

For example, the Datong–Qinhuangdao railway in China runs coal trains daily that are 2.614 km/8576 ft long. That's more than 1.5 miles, or three times as long as the burj khalifa is tall. And that's the standard for that line.

(id in alt)

But that doesn't break any records.

The longest production train, running regularly, is the Sishen–Saldanha railway line's maganese/iron ore train. These trains are four kilometers long. 4,000 meters, almost half the height of the highest peak on earth, in wagons full of metals. Too long to be seen in a single photograph- the one below was stitched together from four separate pictures, taken from the air:

(id in alt)

and that's still not the record!

The record for longest frieght train is held by BHP, an Australian mining company. It was made for the record, but the capacity is still there. This train ran on june 21st 2011, and was 682 wagons long, over seven kilometers. Almost twice the length of the Sishen–Saldanha's, and a quarter the height of Olympus mons. If you stood this train on its end, it would be taller than Mt Denali. If you started at the front of the lead locomotive, and ran as fast as you physically could, you wouldn't reach the last wagon for an hour.

There are entire branch lines shorter than this train.

Unfortunately, there are no good photos, because nobody in space had time for railfanning that day, but there are plenty of pictures of other BHP trains!

(id in alt)

[rubbercasing]

adelaide under moonlight

cw: some gore and viscera

the night is quiet at 3 AM. in the Michigan cold of the week past Martian ides not even the peepers chirp in the waxing moonlit bright. at this hour there is but one car in the road.

in a red shitbeater truck half rusted at the undersides from winter salt and aged abuse, a young woman sits at the wheel. her leather flight jacket, a scratched up she/her pin and "a better world is possible" pin tagged to a pocket, tucks a greasy black fastfood uniform close to her uncomfortably sweaty skin, the once warm moisture drawn clammy with the chill air. the heater hasn't warmed yet.

a nametag beneath the jacket reads "Adelaide".

she's distracted, admittedly. she self-consciously thumbs at a bit of hardly noticable stubble on her chin. the drive home is always long at this hour. her attention, usually rapt to the narrow two lane highway (as well as it can be when exhausted) is instead drawn away to the phone in her hand, its Bluetooth on and connected to a speaker in the passenger seat; the console of the truck still ran a tape deck she didnt have casettes for.

she doesn't notice the deer. not until it's too late, of course. her training as a driver quickly echoes bullhorn-like through her skull: don't swerve, brake. she slams the pedal as hard as she can, keeping the wheel steady. she braces for impact.

impact never arrives. adelaide watches as her truck rapidly disassembles piece by piece, it's hood shooting away as if possessed by the hand of God - but it doesn't end there, for each part in front follows like a wave outward: the radiator grill tears assunder, fan blades shred, a battery is reduced to its component lead and acid and casing respectively, a piston comes free from the engine, then another and another, until the front cabin and front chassis are stripped bare like a carcass in the desert sun.

but it continues. the frame, the wheels, the glass, all torn away with the cold grace of a tornado's breeze. it crumbles to unfine dust, all of it in pieces at once, but to the poor girl in the driver's seat the once is many moments, cycles of eternity in terror transfixed over brown eyes. the steering wheel, the driver's console, the tape deck, flies away like birds fleeing catastrophic weather. the first pieces of debris make impact with the road, skidding with unholy screeches and pings of ricochet.

but it continues. after the steering column the wave of destruction consumes adelaide. her hands shred apart bone by bone, muscle and tendon unhooking from sinew; and then greater as bone unhooks from marrow, vein unhooks from interstitial matrix, arteries unhook from capilaries, joints unseat and separate. her sinew sprays apart in neat lines, meat lines, their strands unweaving less like the total body disruption of a grenade and more like a careful undoing of fabric stitches. she screams but it is cut short as her teeth unslot from her jaw with sickening noise, tongue unsticks from the bottom of her mouth, and aveoli are split into bubbles of cellular interface. blood, at last, begins to splatter against what remains to splatter against. the rest becomes fine mist.

adelaide's eyes lock with the deer's cold black beads as they are torn from her sockets. the moonlit night goes black. all is truly quiet.

gasping.

She wakes up gasping, already running. Her lungs ache for air as if they have never before, loud body shaking pants echoing in the night air around her.

the ground feels rough and graveled beneath Her paws, Her body lunging in long strides forward as She flees the horrible screech of sirens and flaring lights. it's cold; the frost aches and chills against Her fur, matted and bloody with shards of glass and metal. the scared beast skitters off the highway black into dew-tippled green, leaving a trail of red dripping from Her shaggy coat as She runs, runs as fast as the wordless thought in Her mind can carry Her, through fields and forward through forests as fences flatten under her stride. run, gotta run, gotta run away. the frightened limb numbing adrenaline of flight or fight carries Her long into the moonlight, even as behind the gargantuan, sinewy beast, a coterie of ambulances and firetrucks pull up to the flaming wreckage of a red pickup truck circa 1995 pulled apart so meticulously as to not be even recognizable as a truck, even while a deer near by eats from the lowest boughs of a maple.

the night is quiet at 3 AM. in the Michigan cold of the week past Martian ides not even the peepers chirp in the waxing moonlit bright. at this hour there is but one car in the road - scattered and disassembled, surrounded by parked emergency vehicles.

[lakesbian]

Heavy double doors of black wood opened with Everard and Adelaide’s approach, though there were no eyes watching through nearby windows, and the doors themselves lacked openings. I glanced to one side as we passed through. The man in a servant’s uniform wasn’t stitched, but something else, lacking eyes, ears and hair. The man on the opposite side was a close match.

human experiment servant for the rich without eyes or ears is a particularly unnerving one out of the designs we've seen so far i have to say. i like that

[veganpeachpie]

I recently started spinning my own yarn after a workshop by Adelaide Walker at Stitch Fest last month, and this is my most recent mini-skein! At the workshop, we learned how to spin, ply, and wind yarn to create a skein like this, and I'm now officially addicted. It's definitely a slow process (as of now), but super therapeutic when you want to turn your brain off.

[hitchell-mope]

Mrs Potts just said the word incest.

[passigentilcoquelicot]

Wip - Mandala of the sun - Alessandra Adelaide

(Note to self: need to learn patience and take pics in daylight... I promise the actual colors are better)

[mythosidhesdollhouse]

Miss Adelaide got a little restyle ^_^ I crocheted her an underskirt using one of those free patterns I downloaded with a few modifications of my own (bit wonky in the photo but I promise it looks better on her in person); and I put most of her hair up with just a few tendrils hanging down, which I prefer to the rather sad, droopy pigtails she had originally. Still haven't acted on the plan to embroider her vest yet. Eventually I'm going to dig out my old Sublime Stitching transfer patterns to see if there's anything I can use for this so I don't have to come up with an original design from scratch. I could do if I absolutely had to, but...let's be honest, I don't have the spoons for that level of artistic output at the moment. Anyway it's not pressing, the skirt was the main thing I wanted to get done for her, and with that mission accomplished I'll probably move on to making for another doll and circle back to the vest later.

[pupsmailbox]

WEIRDCORE ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ abigail. abyss. achlys. adam. adelaide. adeline. agatha. agnes. albert. alexander. alfred. alice. amelia. angel. annabelle. apparition. arch. archie. arthur. atticus. aud. augustus. babel. babylon. barren. beatrice. benedict. benjamin. blanc. bliss. bubbles. bug. bunny. cain. calvin. cassian. cassius. catherine. cecilia. celeste. charlotte. chimera. clara. clementine. cloudi. cloudy. crow. dahlia. daisy. daphne. darcy. daze. deja. delusion. dorothy. dove. dream. echo. eleanor. elizabeth. emily. enigma. ernest. error. eve. evelyn. exite. eyes. felicity. felix. flaw. flower. gideon. glitch. glitchy. graham. harriet. hattie. haven. haze. hazel. henry. hmone. hollis. hugo. hun. illusion. imogen. inara. ink. iris. itzal. ivy. izhi. jane. juliet. juno. jupiter. kai. kasumi. kasumu. ka’awa. kgodi. kiri. kohu. kora. lilione. link. lucy. lulu. luminal. mabel. margaret. mars. matilda. matrix. mazin. meglena. mercury. miglė. mihika. mirage. misty. mok. mold. moon. moss. moth. muggur. nameless. nebula. neptune. niara. nihari. nihilo. nihira. nirav. nix. nobody. noir. noire. noiresse. noirette. nostalgesse. nostalgette. nothing. nox. ocula. odditie. olive. oliver. olivia. orion. oytuman. penelope. phoebe. pluto. poppy. portal. pujoq. raven. rinan. rinku. rūkas. salem. sanoe. saturn. senka. serene. shroom. shrum. shunya. sierra. sky. smile. socket. sophie. spook. spookie. spooky. spotty. stitch. sugar. sumu. sunny. suong. taktuq. telle. terhi. theodore. thoka. tomanbikä. tooth. tripp. tuban. unknown. usva. vacara. vacio. vega. venus. victoria. vivian. void. vortex. walter. xihir. yogiri. zero. zeta.

PRONOUNS ⌇ ?/?. ?t/?t. [redacted]/[redacted]. abandon/abandon. backroom/backroom. being/being. bizarre/bizarre. blank/blank. blur/blur. clock/clock. cloud/cloud. creature/creature. daze/daze. deja/vu. deranged/deranged. dim/dim. dizzy/dizzie. dream/dream. eerie/eerie. empty/empty. entity/entity. error/error. eye/eye. familiar/familiar. float/float. flower/flower. fog/fog. forget/forget. glitch/glitch. gone/gone. gray/gray. haze/haze. hush/hushe. it/it. ix/ix. jpeg/jpeg. lim/liminal. liminal/liminal. lost/lost. miss/missing. mush/shroom. no/exit. nostal/nostalgia. nostalgia/nostalgia. null/null. o/o. odd/odd. one/one. rem/ember. shush/shushe. space/spacey. stat/static. static/static. strange/strange. stuck/stuck. surreal/surreal. tele/vision. th?y/th?m. that/thatthing. thing/thing. thon/thon. tooth/tooth. tv/tv. un/canny. un/un. uncanny/uncanny. vague/vague. voi/void. void/void. vor/tex. watcher/watcher. weird/weird. where?/where?. x/x. yellow/yellow. zero/zero. ⏺️ . ☁️ . ⚪️ . ⚫️ . ❓ . ❔ . 🌁 . 🌫️ . 🏚️ . 👁️ . 👤 . 💨 . 💭 . 🔇 . 🔲 . 🔳 . 🕳️ . 🗝️ . 😶‍🌫️ . 🚪 .

[nerves-nebula]

In exchange for my first born, could you please drop like a list of the original works youre currently invested in. With brief summaries/explanations. And maybe which OCs you’ve dropped, are from what story. Actually that’s a big ask… I raise the offer to do this for my first born and also a burger, please.

Well I am American so I suppose if there’s a burger on the line…

notes:

you can find every post i've ever made about any oc under the tag #nnoc

writing this made me realize i have a shit ton of OC's so i'm not going to write summaries of every character but i might put little blurbs next to the important ones.

im not gonna tag this with all the characters cuz thats too much rn. i'll just link it in my pinned or something.

Loose stitches / loose stitches related (comic):

My ongoing webcomic about feeling out of place in society & trying to go home

Dotty, Atchkie, Quinton (<- main characters of the comic) reg, willow, eden, Osard, Leilah, king eland, Bella-Bonnie, Cub strong, Pep strong, Clark, Beaumont, Leal Liggett, (related: Quinn, Clement, Hondo, Thatcher (they are also found under the tag Hanheppi)) + a bunch of characters I haven’t posted about yet

Etik/Maureno/Groe (no official name)

two immortals who hate/love each other co-parent an autistic girl with aspirations to save the rest of her siblings from their evil mom

Etik Allwile, Maureno Badger, Groe Caluna, Bee Caluna, Zaire, etiks 10 siblings, Benbeck, Margo

Lavonne & Ink Trap

some fairly new characters (ink trap & Lavonne) they’re a lesbian couple, one of them is rich and pays the other to write a popular critically acclaimed book series so that she can take the credit for it. Not much else to say so far ive been focusing on other stories

SA priest game (takes place in same setting as Quinn, Hondo, Thatcher & Clement)

an idea for a game that was originally gonna be about a priest getting sexually assaulted in their temple but has kind of spiraled and turned into something else entirely. very much under active construction and prone to change drastically at any point in time.

Characters: Soot, Benison, Brawn, Ife, Quinn (they are also found under the tag Hanheppi)

Mule story

mule, Hascroth, Asadenya, Helenjack, Nicodemus

Chosen one shit (ck2)

Queenie(fake chosen one), Monday Archell (real chosen one)

Object head apocalypse

an apocalypse setting where the apocalypse monsters eat all humans except for object head people

Characters: Toasty (toaster object head), Marcus nightmare, Apple nightmare, Ezra and pet (2 characters who are also 1 character)

OCs made for my tmnt iteration:

Tmnt pasiflora (Donnie’s kid), Abe (guy who sexually abused children), Adelaide (Donnie’s shitty college gf),

Other miscellaneous characters:

Misha Mistaka & Kiln (torture OCs from high school math class)

Fella (main character of a video game idea I had as a teen)

Avin & wells (part of a comic I tried to make as a kid about a shapeshifter society, some of my first gay characters to get to exist in a wider story)

Pasiflora (existed before the tmnt version as a super villain who turned a hero to their side by treating him better than his hero coworkers did)

[pocket-lad]

Another Holiday special? 🥺

Maybe it's Ian's or Adelaide's birthday. 🧁🎂

Going into the cultural differences on how/if holidays are celebrated between Borrowers and humans. (For humans birthday are dreaded, another year when your youth is sapped away😔🙄. For Borrowers a birthday is a celebration that they are alive and made it through another year without dying 🥳🎊🎉)

HOLIDAY SPECIAL TIME! [And stay tuned for a part 2 ;) ]

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“How old are you?” Ian asked.

“23,” Adelaide responded distractedly. She was focused on patching a hole in her pants.

“You - you keep track of that sort of thing?”

“If you didn’t think so, then why did you ask?”

“To see if you uh, keep track of that sort of thing. Are you mad?”

“What? No?”

Ian smirked to himself. Women always got offended by that question, and he never understood why. Sometimes it was nice to be able to talk to someone with no concept of societal norms or pressures.

“Well, wait, what day is it?” Adelaide asked.

“December 14th.”

“Oh, never mind. I’m 24.”

“When is your birthday?”

“December 14th.”

Ian blinked. “And you don’t celebrate?”

Adelaide didn’t look up from her pants. The thread was too short to complete a full, secure knot and she was growing frustrated trying to tie one. Every time it slipped out of her fingers, her mind slipped closer to madness. “I am celebrating.”

“It doesn’t look like it.”

Adelaide set the needle down on her leg. “The world is dangerous. I’m not always guaranteed another year. So I’m pretty excited to be here today, but I don’t know how I would even celebrate something like that externally. I can’t be loud. I don’t have friends. So…”

“I take offense to that.”

“You know what I mean,” Adelaide smiled.

“I don’t, actually.”

They held eye contact for a moment, waiting for the other to break first. Adelaide couldn’t tell if Ian was lying. He was. He had a good idea about what she meant but he always liked to hear her talk about it. Adelaide broke first, despite her natural hesitancy toward explaining her life in the walls.

“You know I don’t want Beans to know I exist, right?”

“Yes.”

“And celebrations are usually loud.”

“Yes.”

“And if we were loud, the Beans would hear us.”

“Understood.”

“I don’t know what else there is to explain.”

“No friends?”

“Yeah, I mean…” Adelaide hesitated. “There were other families spread around the motel. I talked to some people my age occasionally, but never enough to make friends.” She knew Ian long enough to know he wouldn’t use this information against her or others like her. In fact, he almost definitely already gathered that more borrowers lived in the motel probably. It just felt wrong to say out loud.

Ian either didn’t pick up on her hesitation or he ignored it. “Well, you have me, and uh, moreover, you have access to the - to the whole world through me. So what do you want to do?”

“I want to fix these stupid pants.”

“Right."

“What do you do for your birthday?”

Ian smirked. “I throw a…wild party.”

Whether that was the truth or not was anyone’s guess. “Oh, okay, me and all my friends will throw a wild party,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“You asked!”

They sat in silence for a couple minutes while Adelaide continued to fiddle with the knot. Finally, she got it, hissing in triumph.

It was a very poor patch job. The hole would probably tear open again next week, but that was a problem for next week. Adelaide already knew her future self was going to hate her present self for this decision and she absolutely did not care. For now, it was fixed.

Ian knit his brows and couldn’t help but smile at her exclamation. Even he could tell the stitching wasn’t going to last, but her excitement was contagious. “Now what?”

Adelaide frowned. She wasn’t necessarily a planner, so she didn’t really think about what was next unless there was a need. And if there was a need, she’d borrow. But again, it felt wrong to announce to a Bean when she went borrowing. So, she shrugged.

“Do you need anything?” Ian asked.

“Yeah, I need more thread. This needle is also getting dull. And it would be excellent if I could find someone who was good at this,” she sighed.

“Hm.”

Ian shot to his feet and walked away. It took Adelaide a second to register it, then another second to realize what he was doing. By that point, it was already too late to stop him. He returned with a small needle and a whole spool of thread.

“I was going to get them myself,” Adelaide said flatly.

“I know.”

“I can do things on my own.”

“I know.” Ian bent down and set both items on the floor underneath the couch, right next to the entrance Adelaide used to get into the walls. Then she wouldn’t have to climb with them or knock them to the floor herself. He stood back up and held out his hand to her.

“What are you doing?”

“Give me your old needle. I’ll get rid of it.”

“I can do-”

“-do that yourself. Yes. I know. Can I do this for you, though? Because it’s your birthday?”

They entered another staring contest, and Adelaide broke first again. God, she was getting soft. She delicately set the needle in his hand, making sure not to poke him with it, no matter how much she was tempted to do so.

Ian disappeared again but shortly returned, this time with an apple. “I unfortunately do not know anyone who can uh, fix your pants. I offer you, instead, an apple.” He didn’t wait for a response as he shoved a slice into her hands.

Adelaide was forcibly pushed backwards from the impact. She managed to stay on her feet but had to recalibrate. “Why?” was all she could think to say.

“Uh, did we - did we not establish that it’s your birthday?”

“Yes, but-”

“Do you want to go to the park? The…non-Jurassic one?”

Adelaide had to restrain herself. She wanted to yell at him for ignoring her and interrupting her, but he was trying to be nice. He was doing a nice thing. Or, well, things.

And the park did sound nice. They’d been outside a couple times here and there but she hadn’t been back to the park since that first day. That was also the first time she sat on Ian’s shoulder and (regrettably) in his pocket. It was a hectic, scary experience, which is why she never thought about returning, but they’d been through a lot since then. The park sounded like a breath of fresh air.

“Sure.”

Ian held his hand out and Adelaide noticed the way he didn’t just scoop her up. Oh, so he was being nice nice. Maybe she should milk this birthday thing.

The park was relatively uneventful. They people-watched. Adelaide munched on her apple slice. At one point, a very large honey bee also found the apple to be quite intriguing. Adelaide whipped out her knife as soon as she heard the buzzing and held the slice behind her back. The stinger pumped menacingly as it floated around her. But Ian just gently shooed it away before she could stab it.

Adelaide pushed Ian’s hand out of her personal space. She refused to admit how nervous it made her to have Ian blindly wave his hand around when she was so high up. She refused to admit how nervous the bee made her. “It might come back. You should’ve let me kill it.”

“They’re good for the environment.”

“Hmph.” Adelaide worked just a little harder and a little faster to finish her apple in hopes that the bee, or any of its friends, would not return. As luck would have it, no more bugs interrupted their afternoon.

The setting sun was warm, the air was crisp, nature hummed, and time passed leisurely. Adelaide lived by extremes, oscillating from extreme adrenaline to extreme boredom. Though her time with Ian lessened those extremes, it was rare that Adelaide found herself in just a plain old pleasant situation, feeling plain old pleasant. It was nice. And she couldn’t imagine spending her birthday any other way.

“When is your birthday?” she asked.

Ian smirked. He didn’t expect anything for his birthday, but he was deeply curious to see what kind of plan Adelaide would conjure. “June 29th.”

“How old are you?”

“38.”

Adelaide’s eyes lit up. “Wow, that’s…awesome!”

Ian laughed. “You are quite - quite possibly the only person in the world who uh, thinks so.”

“Why?”

“Uh…people don’t like to age. Beauty fades. Puts us one year closer to death. I imagine it reminds us of all the um, the time we wasted, all the things we didn’t do and currently are not doing. Waste of time to even think about it, though. Trivial, if you - if you ask me.”

“I’d kill to die of old age.”

“You don’t think that will happen?”

“Unlikely. Didn’t even think I’d make it this far, to be honest. I’ll probably get taken out by a rodent or fall off something high, who knows.”

Adelaide didn’t seem very bothered by that fact. Ian frowned. The casual way in which she regarded death was morbid, but fascinating. But he didn’t know Adelaide to be emotional or philosophical. She was practical. She had to be. And he respected that.

“Hey, Ian? Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Adelaide leaned against Ian’s neck and yawned. She could feel his pulse beneath her and the cool breeze on her skin. And as the sun sank below the horizon, she saw it. For the first time in her life, she truly saw it. No clouds blocking the way, no windows to peek through, shining bright against the darkening sky. After twenty-four years, Adelaide saw the stars. And that was perhaps the best gift of them all.