#whittlin

[gentleranium]

On Monday, 1/20, it’s the start of Sprizzy Sugar & Spice Week!

The advice I’ve heard for surviving Monday is to do something you love—so you’ll find me writing gay pirate brat4brat fanfiction about these two with the most unresolved sexual tension I’ve ever seen and who, frankly, deserved to fuck about it. (We also love Whittlin’ Hands, aka when Pete’s in the mix.)

Head on over to the Bluesky account for bingo cards and a prompt wheel!

[blissocean]

cowboy :) you got it buddy!

[vvelegrin]

strop time 😎

(guy who should not be whittling at their desk instead of working voice)

[skyotters]

Two Druids, just chillin' and whittlin' 🦆

[arctic-hands]

My dad gave me a sickass pocket knife from my deceased adopted grandad's stash (he actually gave me a lot now that I've taken up whittling), but I have no reason to carry it on my person so I can't flaunt it. It's doesn't have a locking blade and I'm not good enough at controlling the knife yet to handle a flip knife so it's not good for on-the-go whittlin', even if I did think I could defend myself with a knife without getting hurt (I don't think I could in any imaginable way) the blade is too slow and short to really be used that way, i don't know knife laws in my area very well, and at this point the only time I ever go out anyway is to doctors' offices, hospitals, or government building and I def can't take a knife there.

[leadshootingcupid]

I heard you knit, did your mom teach you? And are you gonna make anything for the season?

Mum taught me the basics, but I'm not usin' 'em thse days. Not sure where yer gettin' info like that from, mate.

I prefer keepin' my hands busy with a good knife or weapon instead. Whittlin', that I do more often.

[selenblackwrites]

6. Agony

Daryl sat hunched over on the edge of their bed, head cradled in his hands, his body tense and trembling. A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, and his fingers clawed at his knees as if he could transfer the unbearable pain elsewhere.

Rick stood in the doorway, watching, worry etched deep into his face. He’d seen Daryl take on walkers, fight through gunshot wounds, survive near-death scrapes that would’ve flattened anyone else. But this? Seeing Daryl in agony like this was new. And it scared him.

“Daryl,” Rick said gently, stepping into the room. His voice was steady, but his heart pounded in his chest.

“Don’t,” Daryl growled through gritted teeth. He didn’t even lift his head, just rocked slightly where he sat, his breath ragged and uneven. “Just... don’t.”

Rick didn’t stop. He crouched down in front of Daryl, placing a steady hand on his knee. The heat radiating off him was alarming. “How long’s it been like this?”

“Dunno,” Daryl mumbled, voice muffled and raw. “Few days. Ain’t no big deal.”

Rick frowned. “Ain’t no big deal? You’re sweatin’ bullets and look like you’re about to pass out. You’re in pain, Daryl. This ain’t somethin’ you can just tough out.”

“Leave it,” Daryl snapped, his voice breaking midway. But the usual bite in his tone was absent, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. His hand shot up to clutch at his jaw, and a choked sound escaped him - a mix between a sob and a growl.

Rick’s chest tightened. He’d never seen Daryl like this. His strong, stoic Daryl, reduced to a quivering wreck by a damn tooth infection.

“Hey,” Rick said softly, reaching out to cup Daryl’s face, his thumb brushing over his damp cheek. “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out, alright? But you gotta let me help you.”

Daryl flinched at the touch but didn’t pull away. His breath hitched, and when his bloodshot eyes finally met Rick’s, there was a flicker of shame there, buried beneath the pain.

“I can’t...” Daryl started, then stopped, his voice breaking. “It’s bad, Rick. Feels like my damn head’s gonna split open.”

“I know, I know,” Rick said soothingly. He leaned in closer, his forehead nearly brushing Daryl’s. “You’re gonna be okay. We’ll get you through this.”

Daryl shook his head weakly, his hands gripping his thighs so tight Rick was sure he’d bruise himself. “Don’t feel like it. Feels like it’s killin’ me.”

Rick slid onto the bed beside him, wrapping an arm around his trembling shoulders. “It won’t,” he said firmly. “I won’t let it.”

Daryl huffed a bitter laugh through his nose. “What the hell you gonna do? You ain’t no doctor.”

“True,” Rick admitted. “But I’m a hell of a storyteller.”

That caught Daryl’s attention, if only for a moment. He side-eyed Rick, one eyebrow twitching upward. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Rick smiled faintly. “It means I’m gonna tell you about our future. You just sit back and listen.”

Daryl groaned, but he didn’t argue, letting his head drop against Rick’s shoulder.

“Alright,” Rick started, his voice low and steady. “Picture this: It’s a few years from now. We’re out by the cabin - you know, the one we’ve been talkin’ about building up in the hills. You’re sittin’ on the porch in that ugly-ass flannel you refuse to throw out- ”

“Ain’t ugly,” Daryl muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rick chuckled. “It’s ugly, and you know it. Anyway, you’re sittin’ there, workin’ on some kind of project - whittlin’ or fixin’ somethin’, I don’t know. And I’m out in the yard, chasin’ after the dog.”

“We ain’t got no dog,” Daryl said, his tone laced with a sliver of skepticism.

“Not yet,” Rick agreed. “But we will. Big ol’ mutt, probably. One of those dogs that looks like it’s been through as much as we have.”

Daryl made a sound that could’ve been a laugh if it wasn’t so strained.

“So there we are,” Rick continued, his arm tightening around Daryl. “You on the porch, me in the yard, the dog runnin’ circles around us. Sun’s settin’, and everything’s quiet. Peaceful. We’ve got a garden out back - one of those messy ones with more weeds than flowers - and a pen full of fat rabbits ‘cause you decided you’d rather raise ‘em than hunt ‘em.”

“Sounds like somethin’ you’d do,” Daryl muttered.

Rick grinned. “Maybe. But you’re the one always out there, complainin’ about how much work it is while you’re sneakin’ carrots to the rabbits when you think I’m not lookin’.”

Daryl snorted softly, his lips twitching as if he wanted to smile but couldn’t quite manage it.

“And there’s us,” Rick went on, his voice growing softer. “We’re older than we ever thought we’d get to be, sittin’ there together, watchin’ the sun go down. Happy, Daryl. We’re happy.”

Daryl didn’t say anything, but his head leaned heavier against Rick’s shoulder, his body slowly losing its tension as Rick’s words wrapped around him like a lifeline.

“And you’ve still got all your teeth,” Rick added, grinning. “’Cause we took care of this one.”

Daryl huffed weakly, his shoulder nudging Rick’s. “Dumbass.”

“You love me,” Rick teased, brushing a hand through Daryl’s sweat-soaked hair.

“Yeah, yeah,” Daryl murmured, his voice barely audible. “Just shut up and keep talkin’.”

And so Rick did, spinning stories of their future - of lazy mornings, quiet nights, and a life they both deserved. He talked until Daryl’s breathing evened out, the pain dulled enough for sleep to claim him.

Rick stayed there, holding him close, silently promising to make every word of that future come true. Together.

Next ┈➤

[in-my-sights]

If you ever got enough money from being an assassin to retire, what would you do?

"Not sure. I can’t say I see myself sittin’ around on a porch whittlin’ wood or tendin’ a garden. Don’t reckon I’m built for that kinda quiet life. ‘Sides, there’s always somethin’ or someone worth huntin’ in this damned place. Keeps things excitin’."

[blatherblatherskite]

He’s whittlin’ something for his boyfriend. :3c

Fanart for @diastrons of her character Mallow and his horse Primrose.

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

Hey uhh

watchu whittlin there Izzy boy

no but really what is that

[blackmouthdog]

You get your first knife at 4. Small folding knife- 'nough for whittlin' and minor chores. 9 you get your grown knife as well as a slaughter knife you make from black rock. Fuck is y'all doin??

[gentleranium]

Petition to call the Pete/Lucius/Izzy ship Whittlin’ Hands.

Hear me out:

Pete and Izzy whittle

Lucius has a whittled finger

“Whittlin’” instead of “Whittle” will help avoid mishearing it as FiddleHands (we will not repeat the Sprizzy/Stizzy mistake)

[sorrow-hollow]

WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED A STORY FROM MY OLD DND CAMPAIGN

So there was me, my friend, and two other girls

We were tasked with finding and retrieving a magic pail that never runs out of water for Lord Thumb because the oasis dried up and now there’s no water available for the town

So we venture into the desert (let me just say now that it was only me and my friend up until this point) and find the Temple of Osiris or something (Osiris is the god of the dead/underworld in Egyptian mythology)

And so we go in and we find out that the temple has been taken over by imps worshipping Asmodeus (Asmodeus in this campaign was a giant thing of flesh with eyes and mouthes everywhere [not very lustful if you ask me even if he’s the embodiment of lust-])

When all four of us finally reach the chamber at the bottom of the stairs, we find Asmodeus when my friend tried to HANDCUFF A LITERAL DEMON LORD WITH RUSTY HANDCUFFS WE FOUND ON A DEAD ADVENTURER AND CAMEL WHILE WE WERE TRAVELING (I took rotted food) (also that’s not the funniest part)

After all that we still hadn’t gotten the pail, but Asmodeus got scared by some guy whom called himself the Whittlin’ Man (very important to say whittiln’ not whittling) who was blind but could see(???) and was a fourth wall breaker (when we got the pail he carved one of those funky S’s onto it) and so seeing that we almost got the pail, one of the other girls that were with us at the time decides to try and get Asmodeus to believe that they met before at a BAKE SALE

And when she rolled for persuasion she got a NAT 20 (or at least I believe she did, and if she didn’t oh well it’s funny) and so ASMODEUS THE LITERAL EMBODIMENT OF LUST AND A DEMON KING believed that him and a random guy met at said random guy’s mom’s bake sale and became best buddies (she later tried to dab him up but got left hanging)

[bnprime]

today i cut my finger open while whittlin’ in the back yard and my wife loves me so much she dropped everything she was doing and came with me to the emergency room and waited there the whole time and said that we could go to the beach afterwards and then we did go to the beach.

[fandomficsnstuff]

No Exceptions

(Warnings: This is just kinda angsty, sorry<3)

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Daisy was quiet as she made sure she had all her arrows, checking them one by one, just to be sure, when her uncle walked up. “What’re you doin’?”

“Going out there. With you guys” she stated calmly, finishing checking the last few arrows before standing up, obviously ready to go out searching. “I’m not letting you guys go out there alone while I just sit here, doing nothing and being useless.”

“How’d you-”

“I’m not stupid. I know things have been going on… also, I-... I know Arat isn’t really on watch through the night and Bea was on grid with her and she came back alone, so…”

“Nah, you’re stayin’-”

“This is such bullshit!”

“Delilah-!”

“No! We’d have more of a chance of figuring all of this out if you let me help! I’m a good tracker and I can take care of myself!”

“You’re sick!”

“I’ve been sick since the day at the convenience store!” she snapped, letting out a heavy breath of frustration “please, uncle Daryl. I can’t sit here and just do nothing. I’m not sick, I’m stressed because of this- this-... this fucking bridge and the fucking Saviors and all this fucking shit! I’m not a kid anymore. I’m fifteen and I can help so stop treating me like I’m ten years old again! You’re going to have to tie me down to keep me from helping and even then I’ll get out of it! You taught me all the knots you know and how to get out of them” she pointed out, a pleading look in her eyes and Daryl felt his heart race in frustration as he studied her. She wanted to help, that much was obvious, even a blind person could see that…

“A’ight-”

“Thank you!”

“But you’re doin’ what I want ‘n what I say, got it?”

“Yes! Got it!”

“Good… you with me ‘n Maggie-”

“Yes!” she exclaimed and Daryl scoffed at the way she grinned, trying to hide his smirk. “A’ight, get your things-”

“Done. Ready. Let’s go” Daisy blabbered with a grin, picking up her quiver of arrows and her bow, her gun already on her hip and her knife strapped to the outside of her thigh, Daryl watching her practically run off to find Maggie and he sighed heavily, shaking his head with slight amusement. She’d put the whole ‘traveling’ plan on hold when she heard about the bridge, giving up on the idea of finding someone who could make a cure to see this through and help, she knew it had to be done before the water began to rise again and she’d be damned if she didn’t help, helping her family and friends was more important to her than her future.

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Daisy was quietly walking ahead of them as they talked, Maggie and Daryl both keeping an eye on her, even though they probably didn’t need to. “So, she’s alright? I thought she’d been a little sick?”

“She was. She is…” Daryl mumbled, Maggie watching him closely as the two of them walked “you don’t think-...?”

“I don’t know… it-... it ain’t like she’s sweatin’ bullets or nothin’... just-... past couple ‘f days she’s been-... off…”

“She does look a little pale…” Maggie admitted with a small frown, Daryl nodding with a sigh “yeah. Enid’s looked her over, says it ain’t nothin’ to worry ‘bout, but…” Daryl trailed off and Maggie nodded “but, she was bitten” she muttered, Daryl nodding in agreement, letting out a quiet ‘mhm’. “I hear she’s been whittlin’?” Maggie asked after a while and Daryl scoffed with a smirk, happy to be off the topic of Rick, the future, Negan and Daisy being sick “yeah. Keeps makin’ these sorta ducks things, like a rubber duck but… not quite.”

“Why?”

“Can’t get the beak right” he admitted with a smirk and Maggie looked over her shoulder at him, laughing briefly before looking ahead again. “Her fingers’ all red ‘n sore, she’s been working on a new one for a few days now, her face all red when she’s tryin’ to make the beak but she keeps making it smaller the more she tries to make it right” Daryl admitted with utter amusement and Maggie couldn’t hold back a quiet laugh again, shaking her head at the thought. “Does she do that thing with her-”

“Her tongue pokin’ out the side ‘f her mouth, yeah, she still does that” Daryl confirmed and Maggie chuckled, knowing exactly how Daisy looks like that, the tip of her tongue poked out the side of her mouth when she’s concentrating, sometimes she’d tilt her head a little.

“Guys?” Daisy called out, Maggie and Daryl looking ahead to find her waving them over and when they got closer, they heard the growling of a walker, Maggie hurrying over and taking care of the walker on the ground, crawling towards them with one leg. Daisy walked over to the dead body aside from the walker and kneeled down, studying the arrow-like thing sticking out of her chest and she looked over her shoulder at her uncle who approached and kneeled down as well, studying the scene and Daisy’s eyebrows lifted in shock when she recognized what kind of ‘arrow’ it was. It was a harpoon. From a harpoon gun…

“Is that-...?” Daisy trailed off with concern and Daryl nodded “yup” he muttered, yanking the arrow out of the body and standing up, Daisy following suit. “What? What is it?” Maggie asked as she wiped her knife on her pants, wiping off the walker blood. “I know who took Arat” Daryl muttered, Daisy glancing at Maggie who frowned with slight concern and confusion, both of them catching up with Daryl as he walked off with the arrow. They were about to continue when Daryl stopped and turned to Daisy “nah, not you. Go back-”

“Make me” she hissed, Daryl staring at her in shock, as did Maggie, and Daisy sighed heavily “uncle Daryl, I love you. I love you so much, you’re my uncle, you’re like my dad, you’ve done everything, sacrificed everything, for me. Everything you’ve done has been for me, even before the world went to shit. No matter what happened, you’ve always been there for me, watching my back, taking care of me… now let me watch your back” she pleaded, her heart racing with hope “let me watch your back. I’m not ten anymore, please, uncle Daryl… I’m not a kid…” she pleaded and Daryl looked at Maggie, who hesitantly nodded, making him look back at Daisy. It felt like an eternity as he just stared at her, hesitating, thinking, yet Daisy stayed quiet and kept the same pleading look on her face, hoping against hope that he’d agree. And then he did. Sort of. In reality he just turned around and continued walking, but it basically meant the same thing, much to Daisy’s joy and she grinned at Maggie before following after her uncle, Maggie following soon after.

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Daisy sighed heavily as she looked at Arat as she was kneeling, her heart racing a little and she looked at Cyndie, sighing softly as she listened. A part of her wanted to turn around and walk away, let them go through with this. This was their closure… but their closure would be the start of something for everyone else, something they wouldn’t be able to just stop… “Cyndie? Please, don’t… I-”

“She killed my brother!... She was with Simon when he came and wanted what we had!... She killed him, right here! She made me beg! I loved him! I needed him! Haven’t you ever had someone like that?” Cyndie asked weakly and Daisy’s entire body tensed up, her jaw clenched and Daryl wasn’t sure if it was anger or what, but it was something. “Haven’t you ever had someone that you just-... you needed them… Someone that was taken from you just because they could!” Cyndie added in a pleading voice and Daisy looked down at Arat, a shift coming over her as her expression went from pleading to ice-cold. Daryl looked at his niece as Cyndie continued to tell of how Arat made her beg for her little brother’s life, how he was only 11 years old… Daryl remembered Daisy when she was just 11, hell, sometimes he still saw her as an 11 year old kid, but she wasn’t. Not anymore. That much was evident as she slowly walked over towards the others and Arat as she was on her knees, begging. “What did you say?” she asked quietly after Cyndie ordered Arat to repeat something she had said that day.

“‘No exceptions’” Arat admitted and Daisy studied her before looking at Cyndie, the gears in her head obviously twisting and turning as she looked at the heartbroken girl who’d watched her brother be murdered. Daisy looked back at Arat, studying her pleading expression before turning around and walking away. She walked past Maggie and Daryl, both of them studying her closely as she put the arrow on her bowstring back in it’s quiver, putting her bow away over her shoulder as she walked away. Daryl looked over his shoulder at the women from Oceanside, studying Arat on her knees before looking back at Cyndie. He then turned to Maggie, the two of them having a silent discussion, all within the brief glance they shared before Maggie walked after Daisy, Daryl looking over at Cyndie before joining Maggie and Daisy, both of them hearing the distant thud of a harpoon spear going through the back of Arat’s skull, the muffled thud of her body as she fell to the ground.

“Hey… you good?” Daryl asked as he caught up to his niece, walking next to her, Maggie a little behind both of them. “I’m fine…”

“You ain’t gotta be…”

“I know, but-... I am… Arat was somewhat nice but that’s only because she lost… if she hadn’t lost, if Negan hadn’t lost… then we’d all be dead…You, me, Rick, Maggie, Rosita, Enid, Michonne… all of us. No exceptions” she mumbled quietly, looking up at her uncle through the darkness and he studied her before nodding hesitantly. “Don’t mean you gotta be okay with this…”

“No. But I am. Arat was a Savior… they’ll all always be Saviors” she stated plainly as she kept walking, looking ahead with a cold look on her face and Daryl fell back a little to walk next to Maggie, both of them studying her as they walked in silence.

It was dawn when the silence was finally broken, Maggie glancing at Daisy before looking at Daryl as she walked “right after, we agreed to wait…” she spoke in a quiet voice, not wanting Daisy to hear. Not yet. She adored Rick, just as she adored her family, everyone except Eugene and the Saviors, and she knew that Daryl hadn’t talked with her about Negan. They both knew she wanted him dead, but what they didn’t know was if she was willing, or ready, to go their way instead of Rick’s. Mostly because she didn’t seem aware of that other way being a possibility. She did what her uncle did. What Maggie did. She did as Rick said and that was it.

“Yeah, we did…” Daryl replied softly, glancing at her before looking back ahead at Daisy and Maggie just knew that the same thoughts went through his head as well. “Cyndie said I showed them the way…” Maggie stated softly, turning to look at Daryl as they walked “she did the same thing for me” she added, Daryl looking at her, nodding ever so slightly, it was barely visible. As they reached the road they both look at Daisy, who was a little further up the road, plunging her knife into a walker that was stuck on the ground, it’s legs gone, ripped off by something, his dead hands reaching for her, it’s rotten teeth snapping at her until the knife was plunged into it’s skull, it’s arms falling limply to the ground.

“We gave Rick’s way a chance,” Maggie stated as she looked at Daryl, watching him nod ever so slightly again, “it’s time to see Negan” Maggie admitted, both of them looking ahead at Daisy as she walked back towards them, wiping the walker blood off her knife on her pants. “What about her? What do you think?” Maggie asked quietly, Daryl studying his niece before nodding “she wants ‘im dead… I know she does… I’m just not sure if-...”

“If it’d be right for her” Maggie finished and he nodded, both of them still watching as she walked back towards them. “What matters is if she’d be able to accept what we’re about to do if we do it without her. She can handle it, Daryl. She’s strong… and it’s eatin’ away at her just as much as it’s eatin’ away at us that he’s still alive” Maggie reminded him and he hummed quietly as his only response, Daisy finally reaching them.

“What were you talking about?” Daisy asked with a small sigh, blowing some of her auburn hair out of her face, sheathing her knife now that she was satisfied that all of the walker blood was gone from it, Daryl and Maggie sharing a brief glance before looking back at Daisy.

“We need to talk,” Maggie stated softly after a while, Daisy frowning at her, looking at her uncle who gave her a brief nod and she nodded, “it’s about Negan” Maggie added, both her and Daryl watching how her entire posture changed. Her back was straighter, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling a little heavier, her eyes going hard and cold instead of filled with the warmth they always had when she looked at her family and friends. “Okay…” she muttered in response after a while, glancing between the two before nodding down the road, Maggie and Daryl glancing at each other before nodding, walking down the road with her, her in between the two of them, her hands clenched together in fists that had her knuckles turning white as snow.

“So… what about Negan?” Daisy began, looking between the two as they nodded. She was ready for this, that much was clear to them now.