#master of needles

[aslyran]

Visions

[benevolenterrancy]

@princess-of-purple-prose your tag made me laugh ꉂ(ᵔ́▽ᵔ̀) who are you to try denying necromancy allegations, sqq??? obviously the effort to get along with the other protagonists is going great, keep up the good work!!

[uncanny-tranny]

You! Internalize that you do not always need to "improve your art/craft" now! It's great to learn and develop your skills, but you do not need to come from a place of hating where you are now! You certainly do not need to force yourself to improve if it is coming in between you and enjoying the things you do. Improvement for improvements sake does not have to be the only goal, nor the only one that "should matter"

You are allowed to have motifs, enjoyment, ameturism, and "less skill." Kill and devour the capitalist in your head that dictates that you must always improve for everybody else's sake and your "productivity."

[lumiy-a]

Please reblog, there are not many lace makers out there and we need to reach the rest of our coven

[albino-parakeet]

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Henry Wu made a hybrid abomination? No, bro just made The ULTIMATE Asexual Wingman. (Just ask Yaz and Sammy lol)

Two scientists making abominations together and suffering the consequences, isn't that what life is all about?

Timelapse undercut and version w/o overlay

(Sorry the quality isn’t great.)

Song(s) used: Rachel by kimfitz and Test & Recognize by Seekae

[holdmymetaphor]

okay when i started rewatching house, it took me until 3x15 but i started to notice a pattern in house's wardrobe. the scene where foreman was trying to express sadness(?) at house's (fake) brain cancer they were both wearing pink.

After that I noticed that any time house was wearing pink, they were particularly vulnerable moments. Moments that he's feeling tender or open. Moments where he is being pretty earnest.

Then I started to notice that other colored shirts came up at different times. Light blue was his most neutral state, it represents logic and reason imo. Maybe a little bit of humor. There's a lightness or surface-ness to it.

Purple represents something like consequences or grief or guilt. any time there is purple someone is bearing the weight of a decision that was made, or a complex situation.

Black represents, as you can imagine, death. the darkest moments we see house in black.

The other colors aren't as prominent, but I have theories. Red is sex, power, life, excitement, ego. tan is neutrality. white is almost naive. green is rare and house never wears it. Dark blue is still logic but more solemn, more deep. its also interesting to note the times when he doesn't wear a t-shirt under his dress shirt and leaves like 3 buttons open (hubba hubba) and when he /only/ wears a t-shirt. I think his dress shirt is almost like his armor.

[sparks710]

He looks …really rough. :x

But, this is only the second thing I’ve needle felted! So, I’m not too bothered that he is wonky.

[themasterwarrior]

H A P P Y

[squashfolded]

The adventures of Tom Pullings mermaid doll

[nasa-is-shaking]

Happy Thursday everyone, I know there's no ep this week so I'm gonna take the opportunity to share my theory with the class.

My friend and I have been calling it the "fear smoothie" theory, and I believe that our encounters with fears consist of two or more entities working as one to create even more terrifying and horrific instances.

So during TMA we kinda caught on to the fact that each of the fears has a handful of signature tropes associated with them! (think manikins or doors, that kind of thing. Just stuff that gets the audience to catch onto who might be behind a statement) Well as I've been listening to TMAGP I've been trying to find those same tropes and I noticed something interesting. (and this is gonna be a bit long but bear with me)

In each of the eps so far I have picked up tropes from two or more of the fears working in tandem to create even more horrific situations!

How did this happen? Good question I have three equally plausible situations on why the entities are doing this.

Number 1: During the aftermath of the eyepocalypse the fears were smushed even closer together than they had been previously been, when they were forced through the hole in the universe. Therefore they are now so intrinsically close that they physically cannot work separately.

Number 2: This is web bullshit, most of the fears aren't really too conscious besides "feed" so it makes sense if the web is trying to relive what it was like in the eyepocalypse.

Number 3: The fears remember how wonderful it was when the world went wrong. They are working together because they liked it. it made them realize that their teamwork was the best way to get the most fear and by working together they are hoping to create another "Archivist" (someone touched by all of the fears) to put them back to their full power. What's the best way to do that? Make 100 avatars touched by at least 2 fears each and make them race!

Here is my current list of eps and what I think the smoothies are for each:

EP 1 First Shift ~ Eye + Web

EP 2 Making Adjustments ~ Flesh + Desolation

EP 3 Putting Down Roots ~ Corruption + Spiral

EP 4 Taking Notes ~ Slaughter + Flesh

EP 5 Personal Screening ~ Web + Stranger

EP 6 Introductions ~ Flesh + Spiral

EP 7 Give and Take ~ Stranger + Buried

EP8 Running on Empty ~ Spiral + Lonely (+ some elements of the Vast and the Flesh but not enough to officially make the board)

EP 9 Rolling With It ~ Hunt + End

EP 10 Saturday Night ~ Hunt + Stranger

Anywho! Lemme know if you have any ideas for future eps as well as if you disagree with one of my points and think a different fear would fit better!!

[skelegold]

Robot Master Roster!

All-Star Mega Man, coming soon

[uas-art]

My sewing machine broke recently so I've been hand mending things.

Process

[killerlittlerejects]

I was gonna post these two separately, but since I finished the other one today, here’s Jane with her big bros!

As you know, in my MBK verse AU, Jane isn’t taken away and adopted but raised with Jeff and David. So they all actually have a good relationship! Well… up until Jeffery’s Dead lol.

The first one is a nice memory from the past with Jeff comforting his little sister. She had a bit of a bad day that day.

The second is just a silly little scenario for @nathantheauthor ‘s rewrites/multiverse where Jane covinces David to come hang out with her and they have fun.

Excuse the scars and sitches, he just went through the bitch of resurrection XD

I love this siblings a little too much, so I’m excited to write more stuff with them in the future.

[pencildragons]

hyping myself up writing chapter 7 of glory be (codywan timetravel but sideways and back) by posting a snippet for you all :] have 500 words of cody being very autistic in his consideration of language <333 (i didnt even write him as autistic on purpose i just had a Realisation that he super super is. because i am projecting how i am autistic in my consideration of language)

“Hey, Cody,” Jon says. Cody, seated upright in his bed, turns towards her. Face white-and-gold and blank as ever, she holds one of the glowing things, a little slimmer than what he reads his holobooks on. The pain in his head is sharp and ugly, and it makes him feel sharp and ugly in places that there is no logical reason for such feelings to be. “Yes,” he acknowledges. Jon bobs her head to the side, flesh appendages flicking in brief amusement. No—they have a name. He read somewhere that they have a name. It is a thin word, fitting like a block of real-wood under the hands of his mind, tucking in beneath his chin and sitting comfortably around his glands. He knows the shape of it, the feel, but the word itself—escapes him. This makes him feel the sharp-ugly feeling in different ways, ways that are not pain. The name of them fits the same shape as cherry blossoms do—he read a holonovel about a cherry blossom gardener, and had found the idea so interesting that he borrowed an encyclopaedia all about the genus as soon as he had finished the series—but it does not reside in quite the same place. Still it evades him. (Stubbornly, the only thing that remains undeveloped is his command of speech. The alt-comm augment is difficult to use, and the amount of language it contains is overwhelming. Cody does not know where to start. And even though they are nearly healed and unburdened by bandages, his hands are clumsy and uncoordinated in a way that fills him with—an emotion. Anger, maybe. He is not certain. He is not certain. In his holobooks, hot, tense feelings are ascribed to anger. (He does not know yet if he likes ascribed. Master Vergu said it once, and it was a thin and papery word between his lips. He does not know. It is not as hideous as alright, but—it is still a disdainful word.) Cody does not feel hot and tense; instead, there is terrible pressure beneath his eyes and in the hollows beneath his cheekbones, curling down to swell resentfully in the soft pouches of the glands beneath his chin. He thinks it is anger. He does not know what else it could be.) Jon is silent in the way he has learnt means that it is his turn to speak, which means he did not hear what she said. The terrible pressure mixes with the sharp-ugliness, intensifies, takes a bitter edge. Xahx. (He thinks this word is something like fuck in his holobooks, but he has only ever heard Jon say it, and only twice at that, sharp and harsh and not meant for him to hear. Fuck is—boring, a character in a holobook would say, and he finds it a dull-round, thin-flat and shallow word, like a machine-pressed circle of metal. Xahx, punchy like the sharp, thick needle in the back of his hand that drip-feeds him analgesics, is much better.) He shifts, flicks the glowing thing containing his holobooks on and off again, bright, dark, bright, dark, and looks at Jon in a way that he hopes will convey his ignorance. The silence continues. It feels—thick. Awkward, if he was a holobook character.

(reblogs appreciated!)

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 247/366 - Doctor Who

“Ouch,” she mutters.

“Stop squirming.” Like he isn’t shoving the needle into her spine as hard as he can without making the damage worse. “Or ask your pets to do it next time.”

She’d almost thought that they were so far gone, he’d turn down a truce under duress and leave her stranded, injured.

He depresses the plunger, fluid soothing the burning pain.

It’d be easy. A little poison, straight to the brain, she’d go down.

The needle pulls free. She flinches, sluggish as she heals.

The Master wipes her blood away and doesn’t strike while she’s under his care.

[fishparasite]

so many thoughts about 47 always but whenever i start to write a post there's just too much to write about