#leathersmiths

[creepling]

An evotative account of Hands and Bubba's first mask.

tags: canon typical voilence.

A lot of new bikers come around Newt during the summertime, riding their bikes and trucks at high speeds down the backroads; finding themselves in Hands' territory. They settle for a few weeks, take temporary work at the slaughterhouse to get money for booze and gas. They hear the rumours of the townsfolk, and small men start to think they're big. They all wanna see the seven foot mammoth that can crush a man's head with his fist.

They laugh at him. How can this man be some big show when he doesn't speak a peep? They prod at him like a gorilla at the zoo, but Hands sits stirring his beer. Waiting them out. Waiting for them to say the wrong thing to get the adrenaline going. He stiffens his leather vest, the one he made himself from the slaughterhouse cow skin. Dorning his given nickname. Why they call you Hands?

They're about to find out-

Hands takes it outside, dragging the mouthy guy through the parked trucks and chucking him onto the dirt road. He towers over him, casting a shadow in the full moon. His grunts accrelarating as he tightens his fist.

Fuckin'- Inbred- Bastard, the man says through the blows, his rib cage crushing from the impact of Hands' fist. He wheezes for air, picking him up by the struff of the neck. The truckers and bikers holler at him to finish the job. The man's feet dangle as he hangs from the noose of the death grip around his throat. Hands closes the airways to silence his screams. His fingers dig into his hairline, catching the layers of skin between his short nails.

The motion was slow, every tear of muscle crackling in the heep of Hands' grunts and howls. The blood drips as the man's face dangles in his grip. The show's over. Hands leaves in his truck without a word. The man's face stares at him on the dashboard, in the house. He can't get a wink of sleep until he does something with it. Turn it into a lamp, sew it to his vest like a badge of honour. He softens the skin, embalms every nook and curve. Stitches the skin back together where the impact teared it apart.

He arrives at the Slaughters with it in hand, wrestling the anklebiters that ambushed his welcome. One held back further than the rest. The youngest, marks and scars along his face that he tries to hide with a bowed head. Snotters running down his nose and through the gap of his cleft lip. Hands presents the mask to him, letting him caress the cheek and trace the chin. It's a little big on him, but he'll grow into it.

I now prounce you, Leatherface.

[mrhydez]

A leather octopus hat I made awhile ago. I should start making more hats . . . . . . #leather #hat #octopus #tophat #steampunk #steampunkhat #cthulhu #tentacles #costume #steampunkcostume #handmade #handmadehat #skinznhydez #sooke #sookebc #leathersmith #leatherart https://www.instagram.com/p/CqZA9pTBxIu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jrenardleather]

I’m knocking out a #Cat & #Dog paw print #keychain set today. DM if you want one of them. • #ForSale #handmade #HandStitched #SaddleStitch #SaddleStitched #HandsNotMachines #AmericanMade #Etsy #Shopify #EtsySeller #Leather #Leathercraft #LeatherSmith #NewLevel #Veteran #Disabled #LimbDifferent #LimbDifference #maker #VeteranOwned #VeteranMade #VeteranOwnedBusiness #Retired #YouKnowYouWantThis #HandTooled #LeatherTooling https://www.instagram.com/p/CqVtuqGOPqU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kanseiwada]

2023 #shoemakers #bespokeshoes #shoemaking #artisan #handsewnwelted #bottier #leathersmith #handmadeshoes #手しごと #靴職人 #民藝 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn1Al6FrDnX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dasuedragondesigns]

NEW CLAW COLORS Coming Soon! . . . #leatherwork #leathercraft #leathersmith #dragon #claw #handmade #etsyshop #etsy #larp #furry #furries https://www.instagram.com/p/CoH5h5LumD_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[starstruckstarlighthologram]

Antique Hand Dyed Leather Belt using a 4 step antique rub and finish. Bench crafted and handmade from a natural Veg Tanned 9/10 oz. weight leather by New England Leathersmith Jeff Taylor from Cellar Leather on Cape Cod. Made in USA. #antique #hand #dyed #leatherbelt #finish #bench #crafted #handmade #vegtanned #newengland #leathersmith #jefftaylor #cellarleather #capecod #madeinusa (at Cape Cod) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClFblwROoM4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[islenthatur]

Look, look... plot bunny has bitten me. We all know Jaskier is a man of many talents, he graduated top of his class for the 7 liberal arts.

We also know he would basically do anything to help ease the path for Geralt. So what if instead of teaching each winter, he decided to learn a trade.

Healing from the best healers he knows to make sure that when Geralt is wounded he can help stitch him, carry and make salves, mix the herbs Geralt will need for potions.

New HC though would be a leathersmith? Jask learnt how to tan hides properly from geralt, he'd have to for extra money to trade or sell. But what if one day Geralt's armour was nearly destroyed beyond repair and Jask just thought 'huh I should learn how to fix that' and he does. He spends several winters with many leathersmiths till his own reputation under another name began to proceed him?

Just picture witchers clamouring to get their sword caloused hands on these leather pieces that are Witcher durable and finding one was like finding a dragon... and geralt just... comes home with a WHOLE SET of Julek Armour and his brothers are just 'Geralt where the fuck did you get your hands on a WHOLE SET!?'

Geralt is just confused and mutters. "My bard??"

[memetrash-coyote]

Now that it's daytime (and not raining), I can show off the colors of the jaguar tube! Like I said before, this was a fun challenge, and there are plenty of parts I'm proud of. The whole thing is inspired by my own d&d character Zora, a warlock of an old sun deity, a recent werejaguar, and a leathersmith. The design is inspired by a Maya stelae of a jaguar, and I did the markings more akin to actual jaguar pelts. The border stamping on the top is the same border stamp I used for her dice pouch ages ago, and the decorative double cross stitch is a fun flair I feel Zora would add to such a piece.

[jeff-rees-jones]

Paper lion mask, Leathersmith of London, Connaught village.

[yiqi-fr]

What does Leporum do and who do they get along with the best?

Leporum (she/they/he) is a blacksmith and leathersmith! She originally joined the clan after Hieraaetus commissioned them for several custom hippogriff saddles and had them over to shoe her hippogriff flock over a few months. His blacksmith forge is close to the stables so she spends most of her time with Hieraaetus, Thrinax, and Rasper, but of those three she gets along with Heiraaetus the best!

While Leporum is quite quiet, Heiraaetus is a regular chatterbox, and her endless stories always make the frustrating days in the forge easier and the pleasant days memorable.

She specializes mostly in saddle crafting and is a farrier for several of the nearby clans as well, but she also likes to create bells, buckles, tools, silverware, and other odds and ends. The only thing she will never allow to be crafted in her forge is weapons.

Edit: I forgot I actually sketched her a little while ago!

[mrhydez]

Key fobs - Soon to be listed! I can also personalize these with a logo, initials or quote. . . . . . #leather #keyfob #leatherkeyfob #utility #minimalist #bushcraft #utilitarian #minimalstyle #skinznhydez #sooke #sookebc #leathersmith https://www.instagram.com/p/CogamieLVrc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jrenardleather]

New #ValentinesDay project is in the works. Let me know if anyone has any requests for this before I move onto dyeing and constructing the #bag. • #ForSale #handmade #HandStitched #SaddleStitch #SaddleStitched #HandsNotMachines #AmericanMade #Etsy #Shopify #EtsySeller #Leather #Leathercraft #LeatherSmith #NewLevel #Veteran #RetiredVeteran #Veterans #Disabled #LimbDifferent #LimbDifference #maker #VeteranOwned #VeteranMade #VeteranOwnedBusiness #Retired #YouKnowYouWantThis #HandTooled #LeatherTooling https://www.instagram.com/p/CoOpNaEu5Mb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[chequerootlurks]

Periodically I rewrap the stock of my lightsaber. I get a solid year or more per wrap.

The leather adds comfort to the grip, and helps absorb sweat while dueling. The leather comes from scraps from leathersmiths. One can find these at crafts fairs, farmers’ markets, and etsy.

I stitch the leather, rather than the easier idea of using an adhesive. That way, when it comes time to replace it, I can easily remove it without damaging the saber.

(My blade is orange; I am a grey jedi.)

[valoisfulcanellideux]

These Stones Remember - LXIII

"Come, whoever you are! Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. This is not a caravan of despair. It doesn't matter if you've broken your vow a thousand times, still and yet again come!" — Rumi

Early afternoon sunlight warmed the air as spring green bloomed all around the camp. A great bustle and noise had been in the air for several days; a hammering of nails into wood, a creaking of fresh-wrighted wheels, the trot of wild hooves and the encouraging calls of riders taming them, the reassuring low thud of redstone circuitry powering grain and root farms, the crack of a tree being felled here and there. Sacks were filled with dried foodstuffs and stacked into carts fashioned from those fallen trees, and new tents and carpets were woven and rolled and tied. Leathersmiths fashioned from their stock warm boots for chilled feet, belts and straps to secure supplies, and repaired well-worn bags and satchels. Shepherds spun wool from the few sheep recovered from deep within the safety of the forest, and that wool in turn became coats and cloaks in the skilled hands of Paixandrian weavers.

Read it in full at AO3: These Stones Remember - LXIII

Artwork by Sabira/floweroflaurelin (used with permission) - see my pinned post for links to their work.

[veneskaa]

cassian andor is a skilled leathersmith in the everybody lives au i don't make the rules

[so-i-dont-forget-again]

So I Don't Forget Again: A Breath of The Wild Fanfiction

Entry 238: Home

I swear I still feel it sometimes, feeling in my missing limbs. It’s so strange. And I’m scared. We should be safe now, but what if I need to fight again someday? Can I even still do that? I guess though, even if I was uninjured I’d be having some thoughts like this anyway, wondering what I’ll do next.

Purah and Robbie are looking into making me replacement body parts, but things like that are going to take a very, very long time, and my cooperation to make. It’s been good to see them again. It seems they are keen on getting Zelda’s help for the project. She says she’s still the princess of Hyrule and needs to look into rebuilding but… I hope she accepts. For so long she had been working for the protection on Hyrule, surely she could take a little break, just have fun with studying and tinkering with inventions. To just live for even a short time, not be back to work already, it just seems cruel.

Riju has so excitedly been telling me about her time here, never before had she left the town so being outside the desert has been amazing. She loves all the greenery, and she’s become very fast friends with everyone, listening to all their stories. Her and Sidon have taken to learning Hateno cooking and have insisted on making my meals for me. There have been a few accidents in the kitchen mostly trying to make fusions of Hateno, Gerudo, and Zora cuisine and the ingredients not agreeing with one another whether it be taste wise or… surprising explosiveness. Riju really likes Sidon, she asks me a lot about him, mostly about our relationship. She thinks we make for a good pair. She’s still learning the Hylian way from Calisa but still hopes I might be able to teach her a few things. Sidon has been teaching her as well using the moving moments in the slate as a guide, she’s also started learning the Zora ways from him.

Calisa, Kass, and the Leathersmith have been getting along well. The Leathersmith always visits me at the late evening for tea, usually Kass, Calisa and sometimes others join, we always trade stories, they can be about anything really, to exciting battles, or the latest gossip. We’ve gotten to try lots of different teas and treats. Riju has been insisting that she teach Sidon how to make desserts for me and they usually have me try them then. It’s nice how we get so engrossed in each other’s stories, I really like it when we have to stop in the middle of a story and seeing everyone getting playfully upset about it and having to excitedly wait for tomorrow!

Yunobo and Riju have been sticking close, both unfamiliar with the area. The town has been showing them around and even teaching them farm work. Yunobo likes seeing all the animals and insects around, there are so many more here than back on Death Mountain. The kids have really taken a shine to him, well everyone really but especially him, I think they can tell how gentle he is and like how animals are more willing to approach him than them.

Teba visits on occasion, he returns home often to make sure everyone is safe, well fed and to keep them informed of my condition. He’s taken to visiting all the towns actually, making sure they are all fine, the warriors are being well cared for and informing others of my condition, it’s because of him acting as messenger that Sidon, Riju and others are able to stay here as long as they have. He’s surprised by how unarmed many places are, like Hateno. Even in times of peace people should be able to fend for themselves and be able to hunt. He even once told me that as soon as I recover I need to start teaching the people of Hateno how to defend themselves. He has no idea how I could have even been able to bring myself to leave knowing they don’t know how to fight. I was confused till he told me, that I’m a true warrior, and nothing other than death can keep a true warrior from fighting, protecting those who need it. He believes I can still fight and teach. He even asked if when I was feeling up for it, if we could spar again.

There’s also Kass. He’s been traveling with Teba as well. He’s been writing songs nonstop. Songs of me, and Sidon, and Riju, and Teba, and Yunobo, and Calisa, and us working together to save Hyrule. When he found me before battle he had actually wanted to see me outside of my absence from Hyrule. He had written a song about Rivali, unfortunately, unlike the others he as not able to find a new story about him and simply wrote one about our meeting. He had also found something. Looking through his old things to make space, he ended up looking through his Master’s things and found something he thought I should have. More frozen moments of them, the Champions, like our group one they’re in frames like a fancy portrait or painting. There was one of Mipha with a young Sidon, he’s so tiny. There was another of me and Daruk, him laughing and giving me that firm back pat, that was a bit too close to the edge of a cliff for my liking. Another of Rivali and Zelda chatting as I stood by. Urbosa and Daruk sharing a meal. I ended up bringing out the one Kass had given me before. The frozen moment of me, and Mipha, and Dahruk, and Urbosa, and Rivali, and Zelda. He was pulling us into a group hug of sorts right as the moment was taken, catching many of us off guard. Zelda remembers all these moments.

She remembers a lot of things, like how when she was close enough by for me to still be able to protect her I’d stick closely to Dahruk, though I never talked, he seemed to be able to understand me without words, or how Rivali and I always got into silly competitions with one another over the pettiest of things, well more so Rivali trying to bait me into such, or how Mipha would often scold me for getting myself into danger and how kids seemed to like me despite me seeming to be my usual distant self, I was even able to win over the distrustful Sidon, he seemed to like everyone but me, but I was able to win him over eventually. That last story in particular embarrassed Sidon to no end.

It feels so strange to be around her. It’s uncomfortable. She knows the knight, the chosen hero, not me. Unlike everyone else, even if they had passing knowledge of that person, she very clearly remembers him, how cold and distant and quite he was. I hate how she compares that person to me. I don’t want to be that, not anymore. I really don’t like how she tries to explain how even back then I still showed some warmth like now. It’s just…

It all feels like a bit too much for me.

I still haven’t left the bed, but I think I should be able to soon. I can at least stick my head out the window beside the bed. I like looking out to the scenery, the snow has been beginning to pile up, the little lake in the yard has frozen over, but the rivers and such down below still move. Maybe it’s for the best I stay in bed, at least it’s warm here, and I always have plenty of company.

And it seems like I’m about to get more, a certain fish prince and chief waving to me from outside with a basket full of ingredients. So it’ll be the evening tea time soon.

I think I won’t warn them about the giant capybara attempting to get a snack from their basket.

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