#but im most excited about the yarn

[typheus]

my yarn is here!!!!

[chekovsphaser]

I've been looking for a yarn shop for three weeks. Popped over to the turkish side today for 2 hours. Multiple yarn shops, got way more yarn than I even know what to do with but I am excited to find out.

[compacflt]

wip wednesday: workin on some things

[walkman-cat]

i actually have to get the portfolio done today if it kills me and i will do it !!

[sieglinde-freud]

your lives end in three days from now…

WHO CARES ABOUT CYL???? WHATEVER MY WIFE IS HOME!!

[multimilfs]

Lilia Calderu x Fem!Reader: Gaudium In Finem

Summary: Death, upright; growth, change, new beginnings. Luckily for Lilia, she has the perfect guide to help her navigate the unknown.

AO3

Included: Mentions of death, allusions to smut, fluff and comfort, found family

Words: 2.7k

A/N: This is my love letter to Agatha All Along and to the group of people I'm fortunate enough to call my own coven. I'm sad to see the show end, but excited to see where it leads. It has been so much fun playing in the fandom sandbox every week with you all <3

Tag List: @emiliaisdead @kenzie-floops @nightmare-of-homophobes @thepotatoislost @mckiejames @women-are-so-ethereal @galaxydreamer468 @thoroughly--confused @angeliccss @goldenautomaton @asolitaryrose3 @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld @macnbriee @liliastriangle @im-a-carnivorous-plant @allseingeye

Lilia loved being a witch. 

Loves. 

Loved? 

“If you think about it too hard, you’ll hurt yourself.” A voice calls from behind her. 

She turns, startled to find herself staring back down The Road. Her feet are bare, the leaves rough against the bottom of them, hair a wild mess of curls. She can smell the mud on herself, but mercifully seems absent from it on her person. 

The familiar weight of her own clothing startles her. She runs a hand down the sleeve of her cardigan, feeling the slight differences in texture between the yarn. Years ago, in a fit of fancy, she’d made it herself; it has been one of her most prized possessions since, and she’s relieved to have it returned. 

Lilia pauses at the sight of you. You lean against one of the gnarled trees, smiling in that fond way time had robbed her of remembering. There’s a welcoming energy surrounding you that she remembers, though, and finds herself drawn back into your orbit. 

Loved it is, then. 

“How are you here?” Lilia asks, breathless. 

“Where else would I be, my Lilia?” The accent lilts off your tongue just as she recalls, too. 

“You know what I’m asking.” She says, “How are you here—how am I here? I fell.” 

You tilt your head. Though the look you offer is curious, calculating, the warmth doesn’t ebb. It makes her feel lighter than a feather. 

“Death, upright.”

The words make her flinch. She can still feel it; the weight of the deck in her palm, the eyes of her coven on her, the encroaching doom of the swords aiming for all of them. And that final card—the destination—sealing the fate she had known since stepping into the trial. 

Death, upright. 

Your eyes are expectant, waiting. 

It clicks for Lilia, “New beginnings, transformation, and growth.” 

“Death is only a new beginning, and The Road is Death.” 

The Road is Death, yet she has never felt more alive. She feels the reliable weight of her magic still in her veins. Her heart is light at the sight of your smiling face and loving eyes. She itches to take your hand in her own again. 

As if sensing the desire, you extend your hand, palm up. She closes the distance to take it and finds herself pulled into a kiss. It’s sweet and slow, but brimming with centuries of longing. She pulls back and presses a kiss to your palm. 

“My Lilia, how I’ve waited for you.” You whisper, cupping her beautiful face between your hands. She looks back with soft, glassy eyes. “Come, I have so much to show you.” 

--- The Road is much more subtle in death than it was in life; or, at least, it is more casual about the changes it weaves in. The wild forest thins on either side, trees growing more sparse, or pushing back away from The Road as homes pop up alongside it, from victorian-style to mere cottages.

She can witness scenes through the windows, families caught in images of domesticity she doesn’t care for but they must find joy in. Others are outside tending gardens or enjoying the endless existence sprawled before them upon their porch. It’s peaceful, beautiful. 

Lilia is warmed by the fact that almost everyone offers a greeting. She regards you from the corner of her eyes when every soul regards you with recognition.

Before she can question the behavior, the two of you come upon the edges of a city. 

Old, worn stone in gray rises into buildings that blot out the eternal moon. Buildings she finds matches for in the back of her mind. She can hear the water lapping at the shore even from here. Eager in a way she’d forgotten, she pulls you along the streets, ignoring the glances of everyone around, until she finds that old stone staircase. 

Not a rock is out of place, nor has the water weathered anymore of the sand than she remembers. The waves are dark blue—purple, even, where they meet the shore. White moonlight bounces off the crests. 

“Care for a dip, like old times?” You ask. 

When Lilia turns, you look just as you did, then; so young and joyful, elaborate skirts bunched up in your hands. She nods. Stepping down the staircase, she finds she, too, is clad in the skirts she wore, having to hold them lest she trip. 

Lilia is one-hundred-and-two again, not appearing a day older than a mortal twenty-five. Her hair cascades in thick, loose brown curls around her shoulders and down her back. Her skin is smooth and sun-kissed and her eyes twinkle with the remaining joyful youth she possessed then. But when she sheds her dress to bare herself to you, she isn’t shy. 

You sink to your knees as you did then. The moonlight traces every contour of her form that you’re eager to bring your lips to. And you do, mouth winding a path up her leg when a hand in your hair stops you. 

“This isn’t how the memory goes, darling.” Lilia tuts. 

Your eyes are pleading, “A little embellishment couldn’t hurt, could it?”

She shakes her head. Her hand moves from her hair to cup your cheek. 

“I love the scene as it is.” 

“Then that is how it will remain.” You press a kiss into her palm. 

Lilia steps fearlessly into the waves and beckons you. You shed your layers and follow, desperate and eager for her after such a long separation. Somewhere between touches and caresses, your bodies return to their wiser, more lived-in forms; the past remembered and honored, but made anew, as Death tends to do. You kiss Lilia hard. 

--

Varying paths shoot from The Road. Some are made of stone, winding uphill and into towering cities that are archaic in appearance. Others extend until they vanish into treelines. It is none of these that bring Lilia to a stop; the one that does can barely be referred to as a path, but rather a pattern of spots where the grass has been weathered away permanently. 

It is plain. Worn. The patches of exposed dirt reveal divots in the earth that are small enough to resemble thousands of footsteps. She stares along its length in search of answers. She feels herself tempted. 

Lilia looks over her shoulder to you. 

“Wherever you lead, I will follow.” 

“But is it safe?” She presses. 

“There is nothing that can harm you in Death. I swear it.” 

The first step onto the path prompts something to unfurl in Lilia’s chest, like that of a loosening fist. Her feet match the steps of her formers, bending, molding into the divots and taking an infinitesimal piece of the earth with her. 

Each moment moving away from The Road brings change; past the treeline looming ahead, there’s a whisper of music. Muffled voices in the hundreds or thousands rise in harmony. 

Closer, she nearly pauses, the melody hitting her like a train. It only makes sense that The Ballad should have made it into the afterlife. Her hand reaches for your own, gripping tight. Faces pass behind her eyes; Jennifer and Alice and Agatha and Billy. 

Her coven. Oh, how she misses them—loves them, even now that Death has stolen her away. Some things never leave a witch. 

The two of you come to stand in a wide field, an impossibly large stage near the back edge. Lorna Wu is center stage, microphone pulled close by one hand while the other gestures and weaves. She is lost in the music, moving in a whirl of color and flowing fabric; she’s a goddess straight out of the seventies, just as the pictures portrayed. 

Alice’s resemblance is strong when Lorna throws her head back and smiles. Lilia’s not sure she’s ever seen evidence that the woman could smile; but given her goal in life, it’s no surprise that her peace would be found in Death. It comforts her to know Alice is here somewhere basking in the glow of her Mother’s joy. 

Thousands of witches mill around the stage. No two groups look exactly the same—some, she thinks, may even be older than she. Others are young, taken before their power could manifest. Her heart aches, yet there is a levity in knowing they’re all together, free to traverse the existence after life, absent of hurt. 

“Would you like to join them?” You ask. 

Lilia takes in the crowd, a rebuff poised on the end of her tongue. She’s far too old to dance like a girl amongst her sister-witches. Yet, she doesn’t give voice to her denial; because despite her age and her feelings on what would be proper, Lilia wants to be among them. 

“More than anything.” She answers instead. 

Your face spreads into a beautiful smile. Offering your hand to her with a flourish, “Well, then allow me, my lady.” 

The two of you work your way into the center of the crowd. Lilia doesn’t miss how people part for you, every single one offering a nod. But your attention is focused solely on her and it’s heavier than she remembers, with more behind it. 

Lorna has worked away from The Ballad and into Red Haired Woman. Witches on either side move as the music bids them, limbs fluid and wild. The air is thick with smoke and cedar and lavender. She tilts her head back and breathes deep. She can’t claim to know what it is that takes hold of her spirit, but she allows her limbs to move of their own accord, finding your own as the two of you dance with abandon.

--

“Darling?” Lilia murmurs, watching you. 

You’re focused hard on the fruit presented in front of you. Hands hover, unsure, painfully intentional in the piece you want to pick for her. It reminds her of the early days in Romania, years before you—she pushes that thought away. 

The witch that has plucked each piece to sell watches your process. Her lips curl in amusement, leaning against the stall, waiting. There is familiarity in how she regards you and it is this that sets Lilia’s mind running. 

Your hand comes to hover over one of the oranges and you snatch it up as if it would be taken from you. 

“Thank you.” You say to the owner, who only nods. Then you turn on your heel and offer the orange to Lilia, “For you.” 

Lilia takes it with a smile. She walks at your side as the two of you weave through those within the marketplace. You’re careful to keep a steady pace, so Lilia doesn’t get swept away in the crowds. 

Her fingernails dig into the soft flesh of the orange, repeating, “Darling?” 

“Yes, my Lilia?” 

A black cat weaves its way through your legs and nearly trips you up. It runs off, a child no more than seven running after it. 

“Who are you to the dead?” She asks. 

“A guide.” A loose term, really, “I aid the newly dead in letting go of life and embracing the after.” 

Lilia wonders for a moment if that is what you’re doing now, but she knows that isn’t the truth. You waited for her same as she has longed for you. Not one moment spent together has been out of something as simple as duty. 

“They all know you, as if you’ve been around for eternity.” 

“Something like that.” You shrug. 

She eyes you with that look that means she expects an explanation. But the way this place works—the way Death works is difficult. It would take years for even the most enlightened witch to understand it. Well, years being a filler term, anyway. 

You sigh. Words come to mind, only to be banished, labeled unsuitable. Finally, you weave together the concept as best as you can, and open your mouth to speak. 

“Death is eternal—past and present and future. I’ve been here for eternity, same as I’ve been here only a couple of centuries.”

Lilia seems to have no trouble grasping the concept, “Death winds outside of time.” 

You nod. Of course Lilia would understand, with her experience of living outside the linear path; your Lilia, winding out of time, who saw the true sequence of existence in the fact that there is no sequence—things just are. 

“By your logic, all beings are eternally dead.” 

“They are. In a way.” 

Her head tilts, “Yet you said you waited for me. If a being is eternally dead, I would have always been here.” 

“My position grants me… unique insight into the illusory flow of time seen in life. I exist here, where time doesn’t live, while being aware that souls still remain on the linear path. I did wait for you, for so long—because my seeing both existences cemented your path in the linear.” 

Torture of the truest sense; knowing, rationally, that she should be with you in the existence after, only to glimpse into that illusion of life and find her cemented there, far out of your reach. You could have clawed away at the timeline and brought her home to you, but you knew she needed to find what existed there; so she would find what makes Death more than just an end. 

The mere reminder of the torturous existence without her has you stopping in the center of the crowds, uncaring for how they have to weave around you two. You pull her into a loving, intense kiss. She responds in kind. Her hands fist in the fabric of your shirt and pull so not a whisper can exist between the two of you. 

When she pulls back, her lips are swollen, eyes dark, “Where do we go from here?” 

“Wherever home is.” 

“Helpful. Thank you very much, darling.” Lilia deadpans. 

“Home is wherever I have the pleasure of seeing you happy, my Lilia.” You say, endlessly affectionate, your hands on either one of her cheeks, “I’m merely following you to where that may be.” 

“Some guide you are if I’m the one doing the guiding.” 

You laugh. Her eyes sparkle with amusement and mischief. Despite her spoken misgivings, though, she takes to the role well. Lacing her fingers through your own, she begins to pull you back down The Road as it winds. You follow, just as eager as she is to figure out where home is meant to be. 

--

Home isn’t what you expect. 

You anticipated an ancient place—like the homes you shared in Italy and Romania—or at least somewhere more rooted in nature; this is neither. The two-story house is right out of a modern sitcom. It’s somewhat plain, absent of the wizened flair you’ve come to associate with Lilia. 

Lilia, who stands on the porch, hands hovering over the door as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing. Lilia, who had picked up speed the second she saw the house in the distance. Lilia, who is looking back at you, tears in her beautiful brown eyes. 

A bark of laughter from inside is muffled by the door. You raise your brows. 

Lilia’s smile is incandescent. You’re not sure the door was unlocked, but she turns the handle and it opens all the same, the voices dying down inside. Then you hear the sound of hands clapping together. 

“Finally.” A voice calls, “I was beginning to think you lost your way, Dory.” 

You recognize the voice and hide a laugh behind a cough. Lilia glares, but there is no heat. 

“Agatha, seriously?” Jen sounds utterly exhausted. 

“What? You were all thinking it.” 

“They weren’t, actually.” 

“No one asked you, William.” 

Standing just a step behind Lilia, you watch the interaction with a smile. You understand now. They’re broken and a little peculiar, but they fit in an odd way. 

Agatha’s poring over something at the kitchen table while Jen sits at the other end, mixing furiously. She does look up to offer Lilia a fond smile. Billy rests on the living room floor with Scratchy in his lap while Alice is sprawled on the couch behind him. 

It’s a hodgepodge of personalities that should never work, but they do. Better than anything you’ve seen in a very long time. 

“Darling,” Lilia says, taking your hand, “come meet my coven.” 

You ignore the fact that you’ve already met every one of them—with the exception of Agatha, who Death had been very intense about handling personally. The door closes behind you. In the back of your mind, you thank whatever forces have led you here; home, winding outside of time. 

[milqueandsugar]

I know you're on hiatus so this is just when you're free. Im very excited that you added baldurs gate to your list so may i request astarian, wyll, and shadowheart with someone who crochets them little gifts (small plushies and stuff like that)

🌼☕` Your Tea Is Ready `☕🌼

gen , fluff / angst (lite)

includes , astarion / wyll / Shadowheart

A/N , this got away from me a little bit whoops!

WYLL has struggled with intimacy his whole life, he understands what basic, expected intimacy SHOULD look like. Chivalry, romance, boundaries. Raised in nobility he knows every step in courtship, but in all honesty he hasn't really been in any relationships. In practice he's a little... rusty. He's learning though! He has gifted you several things throughout your journey together. Mostly flowers or jewelry that made him think of you, or anything at a market or seller you look at a little too long. You givining HIM something though takes him by surprise, he had been so busy giving, showing he can be a good partner and following the rule book of love he has in his head that for a while he forgot that he can also receive love. He adores it, he's poor at showing it, but he does love it. He keeps them all, at night studying how you perhaps put them together and eventually trying to sneak peaks at your projects. Eventually when you discover the trunk in his tent filled with your projects do you finally tech him how to make them himself. It becomes a date night between the two of you, you get some much needed time to indulge in your hobby and Wyll gets to learn something clearly very important to you.

SHAOWHEART at first is pretty neutral about them, she thinks it's cute and she appreciates the passion you have for your hobby. She picks up yarn scraps and buys rolls for you in exchange for your little trinkets. In the night she sleeps with them, usually the most recent one you'd given her as they still smell like your skin and the candles you burn in your tent. Sometimes the yarn will pick up the scent of campfire smoke and its too easy to imagine you burning the midnight oil to make her a little stuffed bear or crocheted flowers. She keeps and cares for them religiously and going over her collection becomes part of her nighttime rituals. She keeps this too herself but shes desperate to hold onto them. Her memories do not solely belong to hers, they have been tampered and lost and stolen from her and in her heart she knows that oneday, someday she will forget you. Her collection of crochet gifts become a lifeline to her own life, to you. In her head she can convince herself that if she has the pieces of you, she can pull together the pieces of her memories of you.

ASTARION is a little confused about it at first. He's still getting used to this whole long term, non abusive relationship thing. He doesn't know what to do with them at first, he thinks they're cute but they aren't quite his style. He keeps them purely cause you gave them to him, you crafted them for him, you put them together stitch by stitch, row by row with HIM in mind. All that labour and for what? His enjoyment? It's a foreign idea to him. Like putting socks on before your trousers it feels backwards. For a long while he tries to give you something in return, kisses, a night of passion, love bites. All things you deny, you have to affirm him that these are all things you love as much as you love him, but he owes you no debt. It was an act of love, not of greed and it takes a long time for him to get used to receiving with no expectations. When he does however he warms up on the little things. He begins to sleep with them, keeping smaller ones in his pockets so he can run his fingers over the stitches in a soothing motion when journeying. Your gifts become not just a regular in your relationship but in his private life as well.

[turkeydinner-jpeg]

ISNT SHE THE MOST DARLIN THING??? i just finished this and i NEED to share. this is a birthday present for a dear friend and she loves pink and girly things and i wanted to take a shot at making a proper Purse for her, since she already has several jackets from me and doesnt need another. i also have tons of yarn to use up and knew i had something in my collection of odds and ends. i reused EVERYTHING in this project, i took the hardware from an old backpack and the yarn was a perfect fit??? what??

i need to share the details about this because everyone else is asleep LOL

firstly the inside pocket is exactly big enough to hold a cd, as thats part of the gift. i had to add some pink trim to it obviously, and i sewed it a bit tighter than most crochet sewing jobs in order to keep the tension of the pocket last longer. it goes from the bottom to the top of the purse, and looking back i kind of want to add another pocket or two, but that would make the sides super heavy and fall over :(

i lowkey forgot about the buttons until it came time to sew them in... and i didnt want to use snaps or velcro for various reasons (including not knowing where the fuck either of those are hiding) so i decided to add an inner flap to "hide" the buttons. theyre a bit off the pink of the trim, and also clunky plastic, so it helped with the overall visual quality to hide them. it also made the flap heavier to keep the front bow falling downward, and giving more structure. it holds up great now!!

and now shes all finished! i see her this weekend for a celebration and i'm super excited to give it to her. im also just super proud of myself for making something nice and good quality in the middle of the school semester, big boost for me wee soul :)

[im-a-freaking-joy]

Great job! The foundation chains do seem too tight, it looks like a tension issue. Tension is the level of tightness you hold your yarn with, and can be tricky to master even if you've been crocheting for years. What helps a lot of beginners is buying a tension ring (dont get the ones shaped like a peacock, theyre cheap but don't work great) so that way you only have to focus on the hand movements as a first step. As for the single crochet, you put your hook into one of the loops you made in your chain. Then using the hook part, you grab the yarn you're using, that's what the picture shows. It's showing you a middle step, which is very confusing lol. So now you have 2 loops on your hook, the one from your chain and the new one you just made. Now you grab the yarn again with the hook, and this time you pull the yarn through both of the loops. You're making foundation chains on top of each other by using the original foundation chain as one of the loops. putting an extra loop there by "yarning over" (grabbing the yarn and pulling it up through your chain) means that there's a little bit of space between the foundation chain and the new row! I hope this makes sense, if it doesn't let me know and I can shoot you a message personally to explain things more in detail :)

Learning to crochet! Excited about it. :) (Also, any mutuals who know how, I could use some help)

So far I've, managed foundation chains:

And these:

I think I might have it too tight? This keeps happening to the white:

I'm ready to move on to a single crochet, but this illustration is confusing me and the YouTube tutorials are not helpful:

I'll probably figure it out, but any tips, tricks, etc. would be very helpful.

[karinasbaby]

Moots as a word in english!

hello my dear anon :D thank u sm for sending this to me !! i will be doing this as my moots in random english words that i know & that remind of me them so !!! here we go :D

and before i start this i just want to say that these small paragraphs barely touch on my emotions & feelings towards these people as i could actually write literal books for them so just know that i tried my best to keep this as short as possible :D <3 (news flash: this is long as hell 🧍‍♀️)

@alvojake | the words ‘crimson’ & ‘fireworks’

— it might be bcs of kayla’s red aesthetic that’s literally stunning. but i always get really comforting vibes from her acc as well :D fireworks for her warm and bright aura & welcoming attitude, really creative writing abilities and ideas that are so cool (and spicy ofc) that remind me of the colour red as well so crimson :D i love u kayla & ur mind sm.

@lheebra | the words ‘clouds’ & ‘sparkle’

— my sweetest dani and her bubbly and adorable personality that always makes me feel so fluffy and fuzzy inside, one of the most romantic and emotional writers i know that pours her entire being into her works especially if they involve being in love & sweet scenarios !!! dani is like the human version of cotton candy honestly so sweet and fluffy and cute i wanna hug u sm and ily thank u for being my friend :D

@rkvriki | the words ‘hibiscus’ and ‘summer’

— could it be because of ana’s flower aesthetic that reminds me of one of the prettiest & rarest hibiscus flowers? might be. but i always associate ana with flowers, sweet fruits that u have in the summer, and the special nights in summer where the air is slightly colder than usual and it feels so comforting. ana has always been a dear friend to me !! always open to learning new things and talking about whatever interests her which i love and adore because anything she talks about instantly pulls me in, anywho i love talking to u and i love & miss u sm :D !! ♡

@fakeuwus | the words ‘mint’ and ‘cosmos’

— and here’s to my first ever friend on enhablr that will always hold a special place in my heart !! nic has always had aesthetics that were pleasing to look at and now with her pretty sage green-ish aesthetic (thats so gorgeous btw) i always get reminded of mint, for me nic will always be associated with the beginning of my tumblr days so u might as well say that her presence was as fresh as mint for me (that’s a knee slapper 🦵👋) (no it’s not i’ll stfu) but anywho cosmos because of her creative ideas & mind that always has me like :0 !!! and also her caring personality :( u were like a mother figure for me back when we texted in september and u always took care of me and gave me sweet reminders ok this is getting too long i love u <33

@jaeyunluvr | the words ‘star’ and ‘kitty’ :D

— if it wasn’t already obvious, kayzie always reminds me of a cat. idk why but ive always gotten that mysteriously playful and affectionate vibe from her !! like yes i want to hug & cuddle u but at the same time let’s play with a ball of yarn or smth. kayzie also reminds me of stars with her adorable and sweet personality !! whenever i see ‘jaeyunluvr’ i just get so !!!!! excited to talk with her and i miss u sm kayzie i love u and i miss u a lot <33

@pprodsuga | the words ‘spring’ and ‘care’

— my dearest sweetest seph <3 no words could actually articulate the amount of appreciation i hold for her. sephseph reminds me of spring because whenever i talk with her i always feel like im walking through fields of flowers !! which is smth i really want to do with seph, just going out on a picnic and having tangerines between flowers in the middle of spring. and care because of her always being so attentive and caring with me :( seph has always been so gentle and kind and ive always felt so so safe with her so thank u for being my friend seph :D

@sjyluv | the words ‘beach’ and ‘sweet’

— mimi’s personality and the way she interacts with everyone gives me a lot of warm and kind vibes, could it also be because of her beautiful theme that makes me associate her with the beach?? might be but you’ve always reminded me of the warmth of the sun on sunny beach days :D i personally adore the beach so i think that’s says a lot 🙏🏼 and sweet because you’re just a small ball filled with sunshine and warmth that i want to put in my pocket and protect you’re so cute and i love u sm i really want to get closer to u as well :D <3

@heelvsted | the words ‘violet’ and ‘cherry’

— my sweetest rin whom i absolutely adore :( ive always gotten so many cool vibes from u hence the colour violet which i always associate with cool & interesting people who are always so lively and fun to be around, which i think perfectly encapsulates you in my eyes :D you’ve always had a caring & protective personality which i have always appreciated and you’ve always been very loving and supportive with me which means the whole world to me :( cherry bcs i also associate dark red with u bcs you’re just cool and edgy and untouchable like that. and i love cherries :D i miss & love u sm my dearest rin ♡

@riftanswhore | the words ‘energy’ and ‘night’

— my sweetest jul who ive known since before i even joined enhablr and only fangirled over on the sidelines, i am absolutely honoured with the privilege of being moots with u rn and i am sending u so much love baby :D ive always associated jul with energy from the way that she would interact with others and her responses to everyone else to her own works and hard thoughts that have had me gripping on the wall ✋ you’ve always been someone who seemed so interesting and fun to be around :D like i know there’s not one boring day in ur life ☝️ and night simply because you give me the vibes of a night person, where your energy reaches its peak during the night and it’s so cool :D anywho i admire u a lot and ily ok ill stop now before i write a whole essay 😁🫶🏼

@enha-stars | the words ‘honey’ and ‘sunrise’ :D

— my loveliest hana whom i don’t know where i will be without🤞 im so thankful for allah for making u pop up into my life out of nowhere in the best time as well, ur presence appeared right when it was needed and i absolutely adore your existence. hana has always had the sweetest and most gentle personality that reminds me of sweet sweet honey !! you’ve always had such a wonderful (and hilarious) way with words, knowing exactly what to say and what not to say (i still laugh over “oh my gosh shawty dipped? i scared her away??” like daily) i love love love talking to you and i miss u so so much :( sunrise because hana is actually the embodiment of the sun in my life and she arrived right when i was getting into a new chapter in my life so she’s quite literally the sun in my— okay i’ll stfu now ily hana and imy :( <3

@ak4e7a | the words ‘comfort’ and ‘intelligence’

— now if there’s someone who made me feel like a baby wrapped up in a blanket and taken care of it has to be my sweetest chelsea 🫵 never have i gotten so many safe and comforting vibes from someone. especially with how both of us felt so comfortable and opened up to one another so easily like we’ve known eachother for years, you’re a fairly new close friend that appeared in my life yet i feel like ive known you for the past decade and i adore that, chelsea has always provided me a safe space where all my thoughts and concerns are heard and i appreciate that so much, just know that you mean so so much to me !! and intelligence because she’s also one of thee smartest people ive ever known 🙏🏼 her interesting talks about her major and how easy she makes it sound is like :00 woah like you’re on another level and you’re so cool okay i’ll stfu ily chelsea :D <3

@moon7jay | the words ‘moon’ and ‘vanilla’

— my dearest xynia :D ive always associated you with the moon first because of ur username and second bcs of ur calm & sweet personality !! you’ve always given me the comforting and dark vibes of the moon in the best way possible and it’s always gravitated me towards u more !! like i know so well i would feel so comfortable and safe with you and i love that :D vanilla because of your kind personality !! ive seen you interact w so many of ur moots and ive always know that you’re so fun & nice to be around🤞 i really want to get closer to u and i love u a lot :D <3 thank u for blessing enhablr w ur amazing works my beloved🙏🏼

@wvnkoi | the words ‘rain’ and ‘soul’

— the amount of happiness and comfort i’ve felt from simply seeing seol’s username needs to be studied. you’ve always given me older sister vibes which always made me feel so protected and safe talking with u :D i know you’re just as comforting and warmth-radiating irl as well which makes me want to take a nap with u while it rains outside <3 you’ve always given me so much calm vibes and someone who’s mature and loving, you’ve always had the sweetest words to share in the kindest ways possible and i’m really honoured to be your friend :D soul might be bcs of how ur name reminds me of the word soul itself, but also because you’ve always given me the vibes of someone that i can deeply connect with. someone who understands beyond what other people can and i found that really cool and sweet about u my dearest seol :D i love u sm and i miss u a lot <33

@sparklovespink | the words ‘pink’ and ‘glitter’

— my sweetest spark our first interaction with u being rick rolled lives in my head rent free 🫶🏼 and i love it so much. ive always associated the colour pink with u mainly because of your name but also bcs of ur personality as well :D you seem like such a fun and nice person to be around and someone who’s really bubbly and i love it :D it goes hand in hand with glitter because of ur name spark which is so so cute !!! and i really just feel like ur a ball of glitter that always shine sm !! you have a beautiful writing talent that always has me like :0?!?!? anywho i really want to be closer with u and i love u sm :D <3

this is all i can write for now bcs im running on a few hours of sleep but i love every single one of my moots a lot and im really honoured and thankful that ive got to meet you, thank you for making tumblr so much more enjoyable and for being there with me to share thoughts and to interact :D i love u all sm okay i’ll stop my yapping now but ily 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

pls accept all my flowers my sweetest mooties <3

[my-castles-crumbling]

24 anon back in misery business (.mp3) with an update!

the baby shower was absolutely stunning first of all (i knew it would be, they always do it up right. i saw some of the decorations beforehand (accidentally, not planned) and it was nice to see how they got used in the end). i went with my grandma and sat with her the whole time bc she didn't know anybody outside of my friend, her husband, and her immediate family and all of them were busy/sitting elsewhere. i had a nice time, all things considered. but whenever i go to any of her events i always end feeling like its another nail in the coffin somehow. i found out her babies middle name in the middle of the baby shower when she held up a gift with his first and middle name on it, we didn't take a single picture together (thats okay, we never do (which... in itself is probably a big sad for me too if i think on it too long lmao). i dont think i can remember us taking a picture together (aka not a selfie, which honestly would probably end up being around the same time too) after our junior year homecoming in like 2017 (?)) so it bummed me out to see her posts about it the next day with tens of pictures with other people and then the only inclusion of me in off in the distance in the background? i feel like its a bunch of little things i have to complain about but they add up and build up so easy, you know?

she's somebody i will forever actively choose to keep in my life, in whatever way that ends up being, but i have been trying to take a step back from the friendship a little bit. if only emotionally, at the moment. were so physically distant that distancing emotionally is near my only option lol. im trying to maintain the relationship as it currently is but im trying to get comfortable with the change in pace and meet her were she's at and not get upset (internally, i will never be upset with her about this or make her feel bad or reasonable or anything of the sort). ive spoken at length about this whole thing with my therapist so i feel validated in the decision in ways only a therapist can accomplish, but i feel like its such a major thing to make decision about in ways i cant articulate after working all day. i know a lot of this has to do with the age i am, but i feel like ive been hit with a lot if things all at once (both things just happening now and things that have finally built enough pressure to explode) that feel like the proverbial book of my childhood being shut for the last time except its not gently with a loving fondness, its getting slammed shut and tossed to the side to inevitably get thrown out. thats an in the moment sort of thought and feeling and ill heal from that eventually (growing up 2: the electric boogaloo, stoked for her), and all the dust will settle and ill be able to breathe clearly again, but dear god is it fucking unbearable in the mean time.

anyways, on a brighter note, my friend did LOVE the shower gift i gave her (a crocheted by me baby blanket (softest yarn in the world, her little sister took it around the whole room to show it off i literally adore her) and three books (she wanted books instead of cards)), and the picture of her opening that gift is my new favorite of her (i have a lot of complicated emotions about pregnancy and having children (a whole other can of worms) and, bc of this situation, her specifically having children so i have never been truly excited about her being pregnant and sort of dreaded it (i will never tell her that (and when i do it will be in a very long time). but im getting there little by little bc i want to be there for her, pregnancy and parenthood is, imo, the hardest job in the world so, i will become excited even if only by self force. but seeing that picture really did something for me, i dont think ive ever seen her so lit up about something. it elates me in such a way that i am completely devastated over it).

my most sincere apologies to your askbox for being my unwilling fake therapist while im on a break from my real one. do you accept insurance, or offer any sort of flat fee or sliding scale?

Hi! <3

It sounds like you're working through a lot of complicated feelings, but I'm proud of you for being willing to work through them. It's so hard to have a change in a major friendship. Honestly I feel like it's tougher than a breakup in a lot of ways. I really understand what you're going through on a personal level and it's SO hard. I know the feelings of mourning, understanding, confusion, acceptance, even a little excitement (because yay, baby). I'm proud of you for talking all of this through.

As far as payment, I accept pictures of cute animals.

[unopenablebox]

nice day...

went to knitting. turns out that when you go to a social activity most weeks for over a year people learn information about you and like you and you become friends with them. P got excited i was there because he wanted to show off his finished Niebling and said i was "the only one who appreciates patterns like this" & J invited a bunch of us to their morbiuswatch halloween party which i think sounds outrageously fun tbh & is even located somewhere i can get to on transit. i think i already had this revelation re: having friends a month ago but i can have it more than once

bought one of the dellaq knitting bags because i have wanted a non-backpack bag for a while. they have a satchel/doctor's bag that is set up for yarn but also fits my laptop and a charger and a water bottle & i had yarn store credit to apply to it & im very excited bc it is so nice-looking and all the snaps and closures are so nice to the touch :) it looks like this:

and afterward i went to a cafe with 🌸 and managed a few hundred words of fic. this puts me at ~1k for the weekend which is not great but not nothing. the time i was not writing i mostly spent admiring how beautiful they are and how nice they look in a shawl collar so it was not time wasted

and then we had a nice walk to ramen dinner and now i am lounging and eating a pudding

[pluck-heartstrings]

*Pluck im so maaaaaad* I salvaged her arms but someone did something unmentionable to her legs and my remaining metallic ombre yarn at work I had to trash *all of it* (note it was not malicious but still super disgusting)

On a happier note with testing ive determined shes going to be about 8 inches tall? Maybe less? So bitty!

I'm actually having trouble with the lace work on the sleeves the most nothing looks right in my test swatches!

On a side side note, trying very very hard to resist the 30 bucks a yard embroidered tule for dresses at Joanne's

8inches tall is itty???? That's so big!!! I'm so excited!!!

I'm sorry things didn't turn out like you wanted but I'M STILL STOKED OK???? I've been low-key waiting for a Nelly update and I was trying to keep it on the dl.

But the fact that I hear you're working with lace???? The notorious lace??? I can already picture her and the tulle just adds to the vision.

I'll be here vibrating with excitement until the next update.

[xoxitgirl]

⊹₊ ⋆ seasons results! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⟡ part one ⟡

so usually I try to write it down from the day i start and document the results from then but I literally forgot lmaoo so heres it broken down into every couple days/every week! ima keep this method tho ngl because its so useful but this is probably gonna be a long post bc i wanna be as raw as possible w ya’ll.

season one: jdnavsthewrld ⋆𐙚 ₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡

overview

so first and foremost—my season is going to be filled with all of my designs blowing up, making hundreds of dollars a week, improving my relationship with my boyfriend, and getting a new charger. I wrote out everything in detail so that way it was easier for me to understand exactly what I want like shipping out orders and stuff in my new car, taking a trip to NY, collaborating with some designers that I really like + meeting some designers as well, having hella photo shoots, etc! so it starts off with me getting a new car, it’s easier for me to process all of my orders and get yarn/make clothing just because I have a more efficient car.

dec 3-10

this week was full of me reminding myself im living in my season and my whole idea is about my buisness blowing up and a new carr so ngl its already blown up a little cause someone posted my skirt but it slowed down and now its picking back up. one thing that I’m trying to remember is that I’m not going to know how good it is to have a lot of sales unless I know what it’s like to have lower sales like understanding the duality of owning a business that not every single day you’re going to have the most ideal amount of sales, but that time to be creative and breathe will definitely lead you to that outcome in the long run. I made 4 sales this week so its definitely making me feel a little like imposter syndrome like this cant be happening blah blah blah but I quickly redirected my thoughts to, “what happens in my season? my business was meant to blow up, this is what I’m meant to be doing.”

dec 11-18

okay I made 6 more sales, when I started I had 25 now I’m at 35 so I feel hella confident because I’m constantly falling asleep doing SATS. I can literally feel all the excitement and anxiety and nerves that come with an abundance of success. I sold my biggest custom order to a new client, this two piece set and a fur skirt so I’m like damn. its only bigger and better from here. another thing I added was me and my boyfriend are getting better and connecting more and I feel like our relationship is definitely growing in a healthier way. I made around $300 this week from my pieces so I cant even be upset if I wanted to (,:

dec 19-25

so okay new updateee I sold another 3 item set so I made another $100 this week, mind you im writing this the 21st so the week’s not even over yet, and I feel hella confident in my season. I finally finished drafting everything thats happening. im also having a lot of fun maintaining that it’s already mine. I literally spend so much time vaunting. I was meant to be a designer. of course I have sales, im that bitch. people loovee my clothes cause who else is doing it like me? literally nobodyy. this is what gets me to feel more confident too, if you’re not reassuring yourself who is yk? and my relationship is sooo goodd 🥺 like its been so peaceful and my bf has been surprising me with pinterest dates and shit like what is my lifee!!

ima come back and update after my moms bday, I always have a routine for the new year which is expelling all old energy. like cleaning my room, donating clothes, i also sage everything, make new sigils, wash my hair and alll my clothes so yeah lol i have a feeling the new energy will be beautiful.

dec 26-jan 2

okay I’ve been learning how to sew and I’ve been getting really really good at it. like making my own pieces by myself—before I used to have my mom help me, but now I actually know how to sew fr. I wanna show y’all so ill insert some things ive made/been making. ngl tho I think ima give it like a week or so more to really saturate my mind because I been listening to this sub by slade and its really been helping but I gotta focus on consistency! so thats really what im focusing on through the 15th so more updates around then!! my goal is to have more posts and get ready for a mini photoshoot.

jan 3-jan 12

jan 4th.. coming up with designs that are exactly what I envision/things that ive never seen knit or done in this style. made my collab post but skeptical about when I should make my collab collection so well see but I feel like the things im making rn are multimillion dollar designs like I can feel it in my core. also about to clean my car out soon to trade my car in for the charger of my dreams, apparently my parents were looking for chargers for monthsss and didn’t tell me cause they wanted to surprise me.. for reference y’all I literally have a charger sub i made 5 months ago and was so in my head about it but now i feel like my mind is fully saturated. every time I drive, it feels like im already in a new car, I imagine it in the driveway. I already have it in the 4d so its beyond mine in the 3d.

jan 7.. omg so update, I literally cleaned my car out today and I’m trading it in on friday like what the fuck is my lifee I knew it would happen but this was the first time where I realy put my foot down and envisioned myself driving the car literally everywhere. I race ppl like im in a charger already lmaoo the planes were bound to align sooner or later!! ill insert how it looks when it gets here yall we might have to order it but this is the first step in my journey—I get my charger, my design acc blows up, and so forth. (;

okay hi guys I made 2 sales recently and I just got my charger, everything literally feels like it’s falling into place and it’s kind of surreal. I think I’m gonna make a part two for my results because this post is getting helllla long but I GOT A 2023 CHARGER STX and tbh I wanted an R/T but the only one I could get was 2015 so im just hella happy I got a brand new car and it looks EXACTLY HOW I WANT—black rims, spoiler, it looks so mean!!! ugh im in love. peep my noface air freshener from my last car (,: and it only has 10 miles yall… I love using seasons so much

next post coming by valentines day! 💋

itgirl ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[solarmorrigan]

hey, do you remember the crochet steddie fanfic you posted about a yearish ago? that fic inspired me to learn how to crochet. the way you describe the process of choosing the yarns and the hooks and everything was really intriguing to me, so i ordered some yarn and stuff, then googled some tutorials.

anyway, im hooked(pun intended) now, and ive made so many awesome things(just finished a blanket!). you are an amazing writer and i am always so excited to read something you wrote, even if i don't know what it's about.

hope you have a nice day. :)

This is genuinely one of the most wonderful things someone has ever said in relation to something I've written and I am still not over it

Seriously, thank you very much for sending this <3

And also: that's so cool?? You had an interest and you tried it and you taught yourself a whole fucking skill and you made a blanket! (Among other things!) I hope you know how cool it is that you did that!

[genshinimpactlife]

Hi hi!!! I love your writing a lot, it’s been really satisfying my fluff cravings lately! I hope you’ve been well, and that life is treating you kindly!

How about Kazuha, Thoma, and Kokomi with a cat-like reader? They have some animal features like ears and a tail, and maybe even nails that are slightly pointier than the average person! They’re a pretty reserved person when they’re first getting acquainted; polite, quiet, not unfriendly but not really going out of their way to make conversation, either. But once they warm up to each respective character, they’re a lot more chatty and playful, and once they start dating they turn out to be a total cuddle-bug who loves giving and receiving affection, and will even purr softly sometimes.... Im very soft for this stuff man ;w;

If you decide to take on this request, have fun with it! Either way I look forward to what you write next! Take care! 💕

Cat-Like Reader

Kazuha is a traveler. He's met all kinds of people, and he wouldn't be shocked by seeing someone with cat-like features.

Kazuha wouldn't make a big out of it and treat you just like he would anyone else.

He would immediately notice how reserved you are and take his time getting to know you.

Once he started breaking through your shell and seeing how playful and chatty you could be, the two of you started getting close.

Only then would he ask more questions about things like your ears and tail.

When your friendship started becoming something more, Kazuha was very blunt about his feelings and told you early on how he felt.

Oh he adores how cuddly you have become since then. He loves curling up with you every night, holding you close.

The first time you started purring was quite a shock for him, but he found it relaxing after a while; it helped lull him to sleep most nights.

Thoma thought that your ears were fake when you two first met.

"Wait? They're real? That's so cool!"

We know this boy loves animals, so he was already curious about you and your cat's features.

"Hey KittyCat, how are you?"

He didn't seem to care at all that you were more reserved and quiet at first. He got you talking surprisingly quickly with how bubbly he is.

As he got to know you, he asked you many stereotypical questions, but it was all out of genuine curiosity.

"Do you like fish? What about yarn?"

It wasn't long before you started falling for Thoma and his good heart, and he felt the same way.

When the two of you are relaxing on the couch, your head resting on his chest, he gently rubs your ears.

He loves how cuddly and affectionate you are. It doesn't matter if it's public or private. He will hug and kiss your cheek in front of everyone.

Kokomi is the most forward of the three when it comes to asking questions.

She's extremely curious about your ears and tail and how else you may be like a cat.

Kokomi is very patient and would take her time slowly breaking you out of your shell.

Once the two of you grew closer, she loved going on walks with you and just chatting the entire way.

She gets excited seeing how much you have changed since you met. Knowing you two are closer makes her happy.

The feelings you shared came naturally like you were destined to be together from the start.

After a long day of work, her favorite thing in the world is the hug you give her when she arrives home.

Feeling your purrs rumbling in her chest when you hug or cuddle is something she can't get enough of it.

When she has to leave, she loves to kiss your forehead and squish your ears once.

I'm so happy to hear you like my writing <3 I'm doing great, I hope you are doing good as well! I hope you enjoy!

Tag List Link

@rainbowleo @okadahimeko @0-kuki-0 @cyberpandas-blog