#watchmewip

[knit-my-feelings]

Does anyone else ever need a pacer project? I’ve been working away on my #jennyjacket but I just wanted a new winter hat. Found some #lionsbrand in my stash and cast on a #barleyhat. Even if I’m not working on the Jenny Jacket it helps to work on something. ___________ [Image Description: Two projects are viable from overhead. One is a soft orange sweater. The other is a speckled hat.] ___________ #KnitMyFeelings #knitstagram #knitting #knit #knittersofinstagram #weareknitters #yarn #knittingneedles #ravelry #wip #yarnaddict #happyknitter #igknitters #nevernotknitting #knitlife #instaknit #knittingaddict #yarnofinstagram #watchmewip #plussizefashion #plussizeknitting #knityourstyle #knitsharelove (at Washington D.C.) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnx_rgRItjW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[valkyriefreia]

What happens when you mash two works in progress together? Beautiful chaos. . . . .I've been meaning to start working on the goddess girls series as and discuss more about OCs as promised, however I had to go to the city for some important stuff today and missed my window of opportunity (plus working on something awesome with @catherinekopfauthor so stay tuned) So during my small amount of free time, I wondered what would happen if I mash two of my old WIPs into one image? This got me thinking, from a creatives' perspective, do you guys also knit two unrelated creations together? And if so, how did it go? If not, care to try? If you have or will do, I'd love to see! Let me know in the comments! Dancing girl is Almira from my story Arcana (First Book in the Wolf in the Fable). She is a slave girl who was freed by the prince. Loosely based on the slave girl from Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves! Let me know if you guys want to see or know more about her in future posts! Tablet: @xppen artist 12 Software: @medibangpainten #artmix #artmishmash #wip #wipart #digitalartwip #watchmewip #gypsygirl #oc #occhallenge #originalcharacter #originalstoryart #fantasyart #fairytaleart #animestyle #fantasyanime #originalmanga #mangastyle #originalcomic #originalgraphicnovel #lightnovel #originallightnovel #lightnovelstories #wattpadoriginallightnovel #wattpadcharacter #wattpadfantasy #animegirlart #cuteart #dancingart #gyspsyart (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ3RifYh2Sb/?utm_medium=tumblr

[themushroomtree]

Knitters beware: those $1 #knittingneedles from China are exactly the quality you'd expect. I've never broken a needle in half before! Ordered a pair of steel Addi Turbos right after taking this pic so I can finish this skirt properly. #yougetwhatyoupayfor #circularknittingneedles #nevernotknitting #ifisitsiknits #wipwednesday #knittingwip #watchmewip https://www.instagram.com/p/BxwuGVAne1l/?igshid=e0dmspeh0xg3

[neilfrance]

#watchmewip https://www.instagram.com/p/CAOfyjthfCX/?igshid=1qgwipurkiwlx

[knitpickyknits-blog]

After switching craft gears for awhile, I'm finally back to crochet and making progress on my next blanket! #crochet #makeallthethings #craftingtherapy #keeplearning #gettingbacktoit #loveyourstuff #knitpickyknits #watchmewip #watchmecrochet https://www.instagram.com/knitpickyknits/p/BuomihqBDXt/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pwowcccfoge3

[treycain03]

"Teka, Matt. Kunwari casual." . . . (TN: "Wait, Matt. Pretend it's casual".) is something my friend and I spent a lot laughing about because we both noticed how into it Keith is looking with his pose, like it's a planned photo, instead of a candid one. . . It's kind of nice just sketching what you want to do for merch and have some friends who extend their interests in buying them from you because they feel involved with what I do. For me, making merchandise/fanart is not just a means of livelihood, but also my means in connecting to people and possibly helping them with their problems. (Sorry. Just rambled a bit here) . . #sheith #shiro #keith #matt #shiroganetakashi #keithkogane #mattholt #shiroxkeith #voltron #vld #voltronlegendarydefender #treycain03 #myart #wip #watchmewip #workinprogress

[watchmewip]

Chapter Two (Him)

Nico Linden was a patient man except when it came to birds. The rotten things were always pecking at his beard and pooping on his shoes; he was constantly shooing them away from his lookout points. A few times he had tried bringing food to distract them but it never lasted long. Today he hid in the uppermost branches of a tree, his orange and brown camouflage masking him from onlookers, but not from the birds. In the two hours he had been up here, three had already attacked his hair and another squawked at him relentlessly. He spent thirty whole minutes just trying to get that bird away from him.

Nico’s watch buzzed, alerting him that it was 0630. Nico pulled out his scope and set his sights on the small village below. It was a pleasant village, quiet in the early morning hours. The houses here reminded him of his grandmother’s home back on Earth with their stone facades and elegant landscaping. The village was nestled between a forest and a bubbling creek; it was all very picturesque. There was no movement in the village this morning save a breeze brushing through the trees. He would need to take that into account.

With his scope trained on the front door, Nico prepared his weapon. Some in his organization preferred to use primitive technologies to complete their missions - sizeable swords, potent poisons, even a crossbow. Nico scoffed at these archaic choices. If his time in the military taught him anything, it was that you always needed to protect your own hide first. Stay out of sight, know your surroundings, and never get caught. Reaching into his utility belt, Nico pulled out a shard of ice. The beauty of using ice darts was that they were nearly undetectable. Ice darts begin to melt as soon as they leave the weapon chamber but maintain their sharpness as they travel through the air. The evidence would be destroyed before anyone could begin investigating. He loaded the dart into his weapon and steadied it against his shoulder.

Right on time, Target 32 left his home. His hair was slicked back and his black suit was perfectly pressed. The man slumped as he walked towards his vehicle, his shiny leather shoes thumping on the pavement. With a jerk of his finger, Nico released the ice dart. It soared through the air and planted itself firmly in Target 32’s forehead. The man fell with a simple thud, blood oozing from the wound. Nico disassembled his weapon and placed it into its carrying case. Weapon safety and maintenance was something of a comfort to Nico. With the bag slung over his shoulder, Nico shimmied his way down the tree. While his slight stature had been a handicap in the military, it was something of an advantage in this line of work. He leapt from branch to branch with ease, reaching the grass below with a soft drop.

Now came the hard part. Cautiously, Nico crossed the empty street to the back of Target 32’s house. Unlike most missions, this was not just an execution job. It was a risk for the leaders to choose Nico for this job - his experience stopped at shooting. “It’s time you stepped up to bigger and better things, Garna, ” the leaders had told him before giving him his brief. He stupidly agreed, not realizing what “bigger and better” had entailed.

The back of Target 32’s house was all glass, large panes looking out onto the floral gardens and creek. He pulled a small device from his utility belt the leaders had called Sonar and placed it onto a window. Nico pressed the on button, but nothing seemed to happen. He waited a few seconds, but still nothing. Inspecting the device, Nico slid the dial on the side as far as it would go.

Not only did all of the windows on Target 32’s house shatter, but windows on two of the neighboring houses followed suit. Alarms blared around the neighborhood, leaving Nico almost no time to complete his task. According to the brief, average response time to an emergency in the village was two minutes. “Start countdown”, he whispered into his watch. He picked up the Sonar from a chunk of glass and stuffed it into his belt.

Nico charged through the empty window frame into the open living room. Glass crunched under his feet as he dashed to the stairs. His heart pounded in his ears. Dub-dub. Dub-dub. Up the stairs, he threw open all of the doors until he found the study, third on the left. It was all dark wood and metallic screens. He sifted through drawers, tossing paper after paper until finally he found the one he was looking for. The brief had been very clear that he should not examine the contents of this paper, but he wouldn’t have had time anyway. His watch read 0:25, the time ticking down too quickly. He heard planes approaching overhead, dogs barking around the village. Tucking the paper into his jacket, Nico fled. Out of the study, down the stairs and back through the window frame. With ten seconds to spare, Nico jumped into the creek.

This was not the exit strategy he had planned. How in the hell am I supposed to get out of here? He panicked. The creek was murky and full of tiny creatures. Nico took a large gasp of air and followed them towards the source. It was shallow and in some places Nico worried he would be seen. Think, Nicholas. He surfaced, just barely, for a quick breath before heading back under. Nico had studied the brief fastidiously, including the aerial pictures of the village. If he remembered correctly, and he always did, this creek would open up to a small lake to the north. The lake was only a kilometer outside the village, met with forest on all sides. From there, he could follow the forest back to his craft. It would take three times as long as it should have, but at least he would avoid detection. He felt suddenly grateful that he had opted for the more expensive protective case for his weaponry.

It didn’t take long for Nico to reach the lake. His legs were sore after hours in the tree and a half hour of swimming, but he pushed on. His clothing clung to his skin, dripping uncomfortably through his socks and shoes. He had left his spacecraft half a kilometer outside of the village hoping its mirrored appearance would keep it from raising suspicion. Nico trudged through the trees, their orange leaves gleaming in the brightening light of the suns.

This was not Nico’s first trip to Oranzvoda, named a thousand years ago for the way the trees reflected in the many bodies of water. His first trip to this planet had been with his family during a small camping trip in the Gory Sophia. Nico shared a tent with his older sister Nadiya, who spent the entire week complaining about how she was missing out on Marison’s slumber party. Nico relished in the moments when he and his mom could go fishing and joke about teenagers. He had only been ten at the time and couldn’t imagine what could be better than fishing with mom. That day, he caught his first rybak - it fed the whole family for dinner and lunch the next day. Nico grinned at the memory of his family, together and happy. He wondered where they were now. He wondered if his mom still thought about him. He wondered if they were happy.

Nico slowed his steps as he neared his spacecraft, softening each footfall to avoid detection. When he finally saw his reflection appear in the wilderness, he breathed a sigh of relief. Nico reached into his belt and pulled out the remote for his craft, turning off the mirrored mode. His reflection faded until the craft’s deep green exterior was exposed. To call the vehicle a ship would be like calling a canoe a cruiseliner. Nico crouched as he entered, his head grazing the ceiling from his seat. There was just enough room for him and the controls; he didn’t even have a cupholder. He jammed his weapon bag behind his seat and pried off his shoes. As he typed in the coordinates for base, the craft lifted off. He would need to spend the next several hours finding a way to explain this disaster to the leaders.

[jbalase]

WIP Series // It's sometimes funny watching people do things unconventionally, but confidently. Even funnier when they succeed. #watchMeWip (at Singapore)

[writeanapocalae]

20 Questions Tag Game

Thank you @ill-write-when-im-dead​ for tagging me!

Nicknames?

My family has a lot for me! Joniba, Bean, Franny Bean Meat Fat (what? Long long story), Slim, Girly (the worst nickname for any man ever), Jo, Jojo, Jojobean, a million other variations. 

Height?

I’m 5′4″. I’m smol and round. 

Orientation?

I’m allopansexual! Anyone and all the time!

Favorite Fruit?

Mangos and pumpkins and dates and kumkuats!

Favorite season?

Winter!

Favorite flower?

Lilacs I guess? I don’t like the smell of flowers though

Favorite scent?

I have a terrible sense of smell. Probably why I don’t like flowers. I like rain on asphalt a lot?

Favorite color?

Favorite animal?

I love cats and bugs and snakes and spiders and lizards but I think my number one are GOATS

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

Tea, all day long. So many variaties

Cats or dogs?

Dogs bite me and growl at me so I have to go with cats

Favorite fictional character?

The Abomination - Darkest Dungeon, Francis Pritchard - Deus Ex, Sebastian Castellanos - The Evil Within, Yoli and Erimot and Ranvert but they are mine so I don’t know if they count!

Number of blankets you sleep with?

It depends on how hot it is but it ranges from 0-10 (I found more blankets since my last blanket count)

Dream trip?

Iceland? Cold?

Blog created?

April

Number of followers?

490. 10 away from a giveaway!

Random fact?

I currently have 25 tabs open! I don’t need that many!

I’m gonna tag

@soul--breathing

@talinatera

@grittygambit

@dear-god-i-should-be-writing

@elliotwarren

@pixie-enby99

@kit-tells-a-story

@writer-in-drag

@zellanoir

@inthemoonshadow

@theonlylivingvirus

@drbreshears

@dontwaitforinspiration

@allisonilluminated

@atomicpalm

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[knit-my-feelings]

💖 I never thought we’d be here, but I am in my pastel era. 💜 ___________ I know it’s been awhile since I had grid post but what a banger. I loved this crochet project, first cardigan I’ve ever crocheted. Tons of fun and supers super soft. Highly recommend if you are looking. Also, this is my fake stuffed do, Rowdy. He is 15 years old. I made him in my Props & Crafts class in grad school. ___________ Pattern is #gertiecardigan by @hollywoodwarddesigns using @shirstycat Just DK in Amorphous, 101, Buzz Buzz, Jewel of India, and Boogie Woogie. ___________ [Image Description: Series of pictures while Jen wears a striped granny stitch crochet cardigan in purple, pink, and multicolor tones. In one picture she is holding a stuffed dog.] ___________ #KnitMyFeelings #crochet #knit #crochetersofinstagram #yarn #ravelry #wip #yarnaddict #igcrochet #nevernotknitting #knitlife #instaknit #knittingaddict #yarnofinstagram #watchmewip #plussizefashion #plussizeknitting #knityourstyle (at Washington D.C.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjY9l2Ipq6j/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nehakavan]

Worked on a little commissioned piece this weekend : )

[themushroomtree]

#vintagetupperware and #upcycledyarn : a match made in heaven. 💛 These canisters are terrific for carrying #knitting around! What are y'all up to on this lovely Monday? #anditwasallyellow #vintagekitchen #circularknitting #cottonyarn #knittingwip #watchmewip #nevernotknitting https://www.instagram.com/p/BxZtoLbh0Yp/?igshid=10e3n9kknnl8e

[inspired3crochet]

Thank you, don't mind if I do #pietime #pumpkinpieisthebest #reddiwip #watchmewip #thanksgiving

[rogue472]

I've been working on this #tapestrycrochet for a while now. Well, it's been sitting in a bag on the shelf for a while. 😳 Pulling out some old #WIPs #crochetagram #ravelry #watchmewip #crochet #cottonyarn #tinyhook

[sloth-is-bae]

Lastly (thank God; we're almost done!), I'm working on a pair of socks for my little brother. He doesn't do any yarn crafting, but he picked out the yarn AND the pattern himself! I've got to say, I think he did a great job, too!

[themealstorm]

The way I draw with #coloredpencil : The same way I do in black and white. #wip #watchmewip #artistsofinstagram #art #color #vsco #vacocam #eye