#bumble bee cross stitch

[bargainbinbobbin]

Bottled Cornflower https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QMr-A8J2XGDvtdEWh3yyfCfdMSP2n8Au/view?usp=drive_link

[cookinguptales]

I was looking through an old cross stitch book that I got for $2 at the thrift store yesterday and now I'm like... what if... I cross-stitched a 3D gingerbread house to put in my window in the winter...

I mean first I'm probably gonna do some gay-ass Halloween stuff, but. I'm still throwing around ideas.

or maybe....... something with bees................. they're bumbling around outside...........

[dorkydiaz]

15 questions

tagged by @tisthedamnseasns 💖

are you named after anyone? legally my middle name is for my god mother, and the j in aj is for two people.

what was the last time you cried? this morning :)

do you have kids? no, pregnancy terrifies me and it would be dangerous for me to to do that. i’ll be a cool wine aunt (gn)

do you often used sarcasm? yes, but i’m often too deadpan about it and people don’t get it 🧍

what’s the first thing you notice about people? if they are kind and if i like their voice

what’s your eye color? blue!

scary movies or happy endings? happy endings 100%

any special talent? hmm not really.

where were you born? [redacted]

what are your hobbies? giffing, writing, knitting, and cross stitch.

do you have pets? i technically have 3 cats, only one lives with me currently tho!

what sports do you/ have you played? aj lore time, i am technically a championship volleyball player.

how tall are you? 5’5.5”

favorite subject in school? history

dream job? broadway dresser.

tagging: @bumble-of-the-bee @anderperries @poughkeepsies @jakeperalta @singlethread and anyone else who wants to!

[somediyprojects]

Queen of Bumblebees stitched by Jennifer Kennedy Tidd. Pattern designed by Terrence Nolan of Dimples Designs.

“My first cross stitch project in 20yrs and I go and choose one with blending filament, metallics, whisper thread and petite beads on 32ct linen 😩 but.... I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT!  I am back! Dimples Designs Wee Beasties Queen of Bumble Bees.”

[hungryhippocrafts]

Brand new grime guard added 🥰

[chronicallyblogged]

[ID: A cross stitch piece on light blue aida in a light wooden hoop. In the middle are 8 bumble bees and tiny white flowers stitched in a circle around a large white flower in a simplistic style]

More bees! Just finished, 2024

Don't look too close, 1 of the bees is misaligned, but I didn't want to frog it!

Also, I'd like to note that I HATE half stitches!

[dont-bleed-on-it-embroidery]

Bee Haw pattern! Had to make some edits because I can't count... lol

Probably should have used 3 strands instead of 2 but it's finished now.

Pattern from STUDIO ANSITRU

[worldofcraft]

Bumble Bee And Flowers Cross Stitch Kit Printed/Unprinted Canvas size:11CT 38x51cm   14CT 30x40cm

[drowning-moonlight]

some cross stitches I did many years ago

[parvumautomaton]

Bumble bee on crocus flower for spring.

(And if you want to stitch your own you can check it out at my Etsy store)

[bargainbinbobbin]

Since this month is the birth of my page I've decided to post an extra pattern to help get it started. Enjoy! <3

Bottled Thistle https://drive.google.com/file/d/1zV46KM9pvHtOnDl8jAFGbPSkXzA6RKZb/view?usp=drive_link

[contempocrossstitch]

Happy Bumble Bee - Counted Cross Stitch Pattern

[thatsgoodweather]

@milk-and-honey3 thanks for the tag, fren!

Fav color: pink😊💖

Currently Reading: The Invisible Kingdom by Meghan O’Rourke - my journalism professor gifted it to me because I wrote my final project on chronic illness and he knows the topic is very important to me

Last Song: “Roadkill” by The 1975 - Notes on a Conditional Form is my current chill/work playlist🙂

Last Series: Last Week Tonight with John Oliver lol I love that man

Last Movie: I watched The Thing with my partner and they covered my eyes through all the gorey parts🙈😍

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: sweet. chocolate, my beloved.

Currently Working On: cross-stitching a bumble bee and finishing up a soft wlw one-shot for a summer fic exchange😊

No-pressure tags: @sage-26 @christianborle @jaigeye @five-foot-three-lesbian

[emybain]

Makeup

the other day I read over some supernova scenes that made me upset and want to write some younger nova with the anarchists for whatever reason. so, I wrote a little fic with honey and nova when nova’s 12 (and too nice for her own good like cmon the anarchists shouldve see her “weaknesses” before she went undercover as a renegade)

Masterpost of all my Renegades fics

    After nearly six years of living with the Anarchists, Nova had learned that Honey Harper was best left alone when she went into a crying meltdown. The first time she had heard the painful sobs coming from the older woman’s train car, Nova had been eight and concerned. Ingrid and Leroy advised against Nova going to comfort the distressed Anarchist, as it was normal for her. At least, normal since the Age of Anarchy came to an abrupt end and Ace was forced into hiding. 

    Tonight, however, Nova was recovering from a high fever that almost had Leroy taking her to the hospital out of desperation, as none of his concoctions or drug store medicine was helping. It was a last resort, as no one knew of Nova’s existence among the Anarchists, and a simple DNA testing could have her removed from her only family and placed in a foster home. Thankfully, as if by some miracle, she pulled through and was now resting and regaining her strength, something that would be easier if not for the pitiful wails coming from the other side of the subway tunnels. 

    Everyone else was asleep, so not even Ingrid could go and shut Honey up. Nova had a piercing headache and a sore throat that made talking like poking knives into her neck and chest, and was not really in the mood to hear the sound all night. That, mixed with her own body racking coughs, were enough to send Nova over the edge. 

    Sighing heavily, the movement ending in a pathetic wheeze she could feel squeezing her lungs, Nova snapped her copy of one of Ace’s books shut and set it beside her cot. She would have to return to her pre-Age of Anarchy literature later. For a moment, she debated making some tea to take with her just in case Honey ended up sending her away and she would need a legitimate reason for being there. But she decided against it, not in the mood for the cheap, bitter tea Leroy got from the nearest convenience store. 

    It was cold in the tunnels, being early November, the prime season for illness, so Nova grabbed the blanket off of her cot and wrapped it around her shoulders. After a second thought, she also grabbed Dolly Bear, who was sitting beside her bed. The bear was as old as Nova, and after almost twelve years of wear and tear, it’s age was beginning to show. Nova made an effort to take care of it, since it was one of her only remaining physical memories of her family, but she couldn’t always stitch up age. 

    Upon reaching Honey Harper’s door, the crying now obnoxiously loud, Nova raised a hand and knocked. Briefly, the sobs paused so Honey could allow Nova entrance into her train car. As always, Honey was at her mirror surrounded by wasps and bees of all kinds. Before her sat a collection of beauty products, some looking older than others as if they meant more than what could be seen by the eye. 

    Honey sniffled. “Oh! Nova, darling, I wasn’t expecting you. Usually it’s Ingrid who comes to my door this late at night.” She touched her curls softly with her hands, attempting to fix her messed up hairdo. 

    Nova almost retorted that she was only there to deliver the same message Ingrid would’ve eventually given, to shut up, but the words died before she could even open her mouth at the tear and mascara streaks running down Honey’s face. The empty, haunting, glassy eyes. 

    She lifted the corners of her lips up slightly and shrugged. “I just thought you might want some company?”

    Honey’s face relaxed at that, and while she didn’t smile, she pointed to a small ottaman beside her cot. “Pull that over here next to me.” Nova did as she was told, sitting and curling her knobby knees up underneath of her on the cushion. A bumble bee landed lazily on Nova’s finger, and she gently shooed it away. 

    “How’s that fever of yours been? Staying down, I hope.” Honey grabbed a tissue on her vanity and dabbed at her eyes, not doing the best job at removing her runny makeup. 

    Nova nodded, hugging her bear closer to her chest. “I’m not sick anymore, just coughing and a headache. But they’re not a big deal,” she tacked on quickly, not wanting Honey thinking that she was weak. “The fever wasn’t even that bad.”

    Honey raised an eyebrow. “Really? Last I checked, a fever of one hundred and four is not something many would classify as nothing. You’re lucky to be getting better without needing medical attention, Nova.”

    “I guess.” Nova’s fingers became distracted with a hole near Dolly Bear’s eye. “At least now I can resume my training with Ingrid.” 

    Honey turned from her to face her mirror again, checking her appearance carefully. “Is that all you care about, darling? There is more to life than fighting and weapons and blood.” A shudder ran through her body. “Not that I’m saying it’s not important. I’ve had my fair share of violence.” Her manicured hand drifted over to a mean looking wasp sitting upon a makeup compact, stroking it’s back gently with one finger. Nova averted her gaze; she had never been victim to one of Honey’s bees or wasps, but she had heard stories of how terrible they were, more painful and dangerous than a normal bee sting. She could only imagine how many had fallen to Honey’s pets. 

    “I will not rest until the Renegades pay for what happened to my family. Whatever the cost.” Nova wondered how convincing her words sounded, considering she was sitting cross legged on top of a cushion with a torn up stuffed bear clutched between her fingers, looking bony and sickly from her fever. Probably not very.

    Honey studied Nova, and Nova’s cheeks reddened at her intense stare. It wasn’t often Queen Bee paid so much attention to anyone other than herself. “How old are you again, child? Nine? Ten?”

    Her fingers tightened around the bear. “I’ll be thirteen in May.” 

    Honey hummed in her throat, then reached forward and grabbed a bottle from a pile of other bottles on her vanity. “I was eleven when my mother first let me put makeup on. Not much, just some eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick. Have you ever worn makeup before?” Nova shook her head. Her personal belongings consisted of what little she had from her life before the Anarchists and what she needed for her inventions and for survival. She would never waste money on something as self centered as makeup. Besides, she had never understood the point of makeup, or why people even liked it. 

    “Well, a girl’s go-to best friend is eyeliner.” Honey rolled the bottle in her palm. “Face me. I’ll put a little on you.” Nova watched as she unscrewed the top and pulled out a wand. Honey leaned toward Nova with the device poised between her clawed fingers; Nova shrank back on instinct. Honey rolled her eyes. “Sweetheart, it doesn’t hurt, I promise.” 

    Nova would rather not have Honey’s hands so close to her eyes, but if it kept the woman distracted and from crying, well. Nova held back a sigh and turned toward Honey, tilting her head up. 

    “Close your eyes.” She did as she was told, and nearly flinched when the cool, wet end of the wand pressed against her inner eyelid. Honey placed her other hand on Nova’s chin to hold her still. Makeup felt weird. Nova was surprised how heavy the eyeliner felt on her eyelids when she opened her eyes up after Honey was finished, blinking rapidly. 

    She turned her head to look in the mirror, squinting to get a better look. It wasn’t often she saw her reflection, much less saw it willingly. It was nothing fancy, just a simple wing on either lid, standing out against Nova’s plain complexion. 

    “What do you think?” Honey clasped her hands together, waiting for Nova to show any reaction. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she liked it. Maybe one day she would, but that day was not today. However, due to Honey’s fragile mental state, she couldn’t just say that. 

    Nova plastered a smile on her face. “It’s different.”

    A sigh escaped the older woman’s honey-coated lips, appeased. “You’re turning into quite the pretty young lady, Nova. Almost as pretty as I was. It doesn’t surprise me, you’re parents were very attractive people, especially that handsome father of yours. I suppose it’s the Artino blood, huh? In just a few years, all the boys will be chasing after you. The ladies, too,” she added, laughing lightly. “Do you want to try now? I can teach you all the secrets to the perfect wing.” 

The mention of Nova’s parents flipped her stomach. Honey’s compliments on her looks turned her mouth sour, as she had never found herself attractive or anywhere near looking like her parents. Her face was plain, her long hair limp, and she didn’t have curves like Honey did; her body resembled a stick figure. She would rather not be in Honey’s car anymore, but glancing at the now dried tears and runny makeup left behind from Honey’s breakdown on her cheeks and her still red eyes, Nova forced herself to nod. 

She only somewhat paid attention to Honey as she dove into a lecture about the importance of a sharp wing.

[swaps55]

I care about your OCs! Please spill!

You are a delight and I held on to this until I had the mental bandwidth to answer because I adore these OCs and cannot wait to post fic that includes them.

In my ‘verse, Shepard and Kaidan serve together for almost 5 years before the Normandy on a ship called the Myeongyang. I have OCs for a lot of the crew on that ship, but my true loves are the marine detail they work with.

Kara Pendergrass is an engineer who specializes in electronic countermeasures. She’s introverted and generally prefers grenades to people, but once she latches on to someone she’s a puppy dog eager to please. Silent type to strangers, she will not stop talking around people she’s comfortable with. Has a lot of insecurities and occasional bouts of anxiety, and always wants people to be better than they are.

Her combat mantra is “broke, blind and bedlam” and she’s a master at it. She takes offense when she runs into a situation where she has to use her gun. Off duty she knits like a madwoman and spends hours doing cross stitch, eventually decorating the ship’s mess with embroidery that immortalizes all of their inside jokes. She has the dirtiest mouth of anyone on that ship, but mostly because Aslany doesn’t talk as much. She’s intimidated by Shepard, and views Kaidan as her mentor.

Muriel Aslany likes guns. Especially sniper rifles. She doesn’t say much, plays everything very close to the chest, and generally judges people’s character by how well they would do in a sparring ring or arm wrestle. She’s got a lot of anger in her that needs directing to healthy outlets, and she looks up to Shepard more than anyone. She’s intense. Keeping Aslany in check actually helps Shepard deal with his own issues when it comes to Torfan.

Aslany does have a soft side if you’re patient enough to find it, and she would burn down the galaxy if anyone harmed a hair on Pendergrass’ head. Haven’t decided if there is anything romantic between them or if it’s a ride-or-die platonic relationship.

Clay Beaudoin is from south Texas, complete with southern drawl, and he’s the only extrovert of the bunch. He’s easy going, adaptable, obnoxiously charming and takes criticism better than anyone on the team. He is the stabilizing force to Aslany’s powder keg and Pendergrass’ insecurity. He can take a verbal beating from Aslany without batting an eye, and he can talk Pendergrass down off a ledge, sometimes by accident. He’ll never be the best of the best, but he’s loyal to a fault and will always give you everything he’s got.

He’s also notorious for not considering the consequences to his actions. And because he’s so charming, he can often take Aslany and Pendergrass down with him if Kaidan or Shepard are not around to squash a bad idea. He almost gets all three of them court martialed in what they all refer to as “The Laxative Incident.” Penergrass teaches him to cross stitch, and eventually the two of them work as a team to paper the mess with stupid quotes embroidered with bumble bees and flowers.

I love this team so much I have to remind myself that the Normandy crew exists sometimes. After Alchera, Pendergrass and Aslany reunite with Kaidan and end up accompanying him to Horizon. Those who have read Sonata know what happens to Beaudoin. If you haven’t read Sonata…it’s sad.

Now that Sonata is (for the most) part complete, I can go back to the fic that will explore their time on the ‘Yang, which will feature these three rather heavily. I can’t wait. They’re so much fun.