#just a good stitch.

[milkweedman]

Been getting really into blanket stitch recently

#no joke i am using it for everything #recently figured out a faster and neater way to do them too #just a good stitch. #sewing #blanket stitch

[chloesimaginationthings]

LOV THE WAY UI DRAW VANNY IN HER FURSUIT she looks so cute im fully with vannessa on this one, she is channeling me in that recent comic

Silly murder bunny girl,,

#ask reply #I FR love drawing Vanny in her full costume #the design is just so good #the giant eyes big smile and stitches #SO GOOD I love her #Vanessa is right she is the cutest ever

[steddieas-shegoes]

cw: mentions of scarring, canon-typical violence, flashback (not graphic), minor body horror (again, not graphic, mostly just emotional feelings about scars)

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Everyone gave him weird looks when they walked in, quickly schooling their features when they noticed he was awake and watching them.

He didn’t know exactly what that was about.

They had him on a lot of good drugs.

But eventually he got weaned off them, and he noticed the pull of bandages on his side, and his arm, and his neck, and his face.

He was still unable to get out of bed. Still couldn’t even reach his arms above his chest for more than a few seconds.

But he damn sure reached up to feel the cloth and plastic surrounding his cheek. How had he not noticed for days? How had no one bothered him about it?

Maybe they had and he just didn’t notice. The morphine was one hell of a drug.

Wayne was soft, patient with him. Saw him touching it, saw the way his eyes filled with tears. He’d never been particularly vain, hadn’t cared much about what he looked like to others, but this felt bigger than that. This felt like he was changed in a way that everyone could see.

Add it to the list of things people could bully him for.

He cried himself to sleep, Wayne’s hand in his, silently comforting in the way he’d always done.

When he woke up again the next morning, he was alone.

It was the first time he’d been alone since the boathouse.

He could swear he heard bats outside his door, screams coming from the attached bathroom, flashes of someone dying on the ceiling.

He felt the sharp sting of teeth puncturing his skin.

He felt hopelessness creep into his bones as he gave in.

Maybe this time they would finish the job.

“Eddie!”

Steve Harrington’s voice broke through the thoughts, panicked enough to bring Eddie back to his hospital bed within a second of hearing it.

“Shit, are you okay?” He continued, hand brushing against Eddie’s bandaged cheek.

Eddie nodded once, closed his eyes, leaned into the touch.

He could blame it on any number of things if Steve felt weird about it. The morphine, the flashback, the loneliness.

“You’re okay, Eddie. I promise. Won’t let anything happen to you,” Steve whispered.

Eddie believed him.

He fell back asleep with Steve’s hand gently cupping the mangled side of his face.

If Steve could still touch him there, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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Steve came by every day, sometimes in the early morning, before visiting hours officially started, sometimes well after Wayne had left to get some sleep. He always smiled when he walked in, a genuine one, not the one everyone else gave that was so fully of pity and pain he couldn’t bear to make eye contact. He sat down on the side of the bed, not the chair like everyone else, not scared to be close.

And every single day, without fail, he would run his finger along the edge of Eddie’s bandage on his face, watching his own movements and cataloging any changes.

Eddie sat quietly, still, scared to put words to anything happening. Scared to tell Steve what it meant to him to have someone acknowledge his pain in this way. Scared to think Steve could mean anything by it.

It was easy to pretend Steve was doing this because he cared.

Maybe he did care.

But he didn’t care the way Eddie wanted him to, needed him to.

So he stayed quiet, still.

He watched.

He fell asleep while Steve talked about his day, the kids, what Joyce made Hopper do around the house.

He woke up alone most days, but that was okay, because Steve would be there eventually.

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“You ready to get that thing off?” Wayne asked, gesturing to the bandage.

“Oh. Today?” Eddie suddenly didn’t want to ever be without the bandage. Removing it meant he’d see what was under it.

It meant seeing how much that place had ruined him.

The pull of the stitches hadn’t been as obvious with the pull of the bandage masking it.

But now it’s all he felt.

The nurse smiled at him as she put some antibiotic cream over the area, saying he would probably still have to keep it extra clean for the next week or so while the stitches did their job.

Wayne smiled at him in the way that meant he didn’t really want to smile at all, but knew Eddie needed him to.

Steve didn’t come.

Eddie didn’t sleep.

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He woke up with panic in his chest and a silent scream in his throat.

He woke up with Steve’s hand on his face.

Gentle, soft, but a strong comfort.

“Promise I washed them first. They said we have to be careful about germs,” Steve said quietly.

“You don’t have to. I know it’s…it’s gross. It’s ugly. I’m ugly.”

Steve shook his head. “No. Not gross. Not ugly. Alive.”

“Steve-“

“You’re alive, Eddie. You could have your entire face held together by staples and you would still be a miracle. You’d still be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Well, Steve’s charm wasn’t an exaggeration, was it?

He wasn’t even sure if the skin barely pulled together could blush anymore, or if the heat that should be on his cheek was burning on the outside the way it felt like it was on the inside.

“It’s gonna be awful when it heals. I saw it in the mirror.” Eddie could feel every stitch in his jaw, the few that spread across the corner of his mouth and bottom lip, the ones that were nearly up to his ear. “I’ll always have a crooked face. The scar will always be huge. It’s all anyone will see.”

“Then they aren’t looking.”

Eddie bit his lip, eyes searching Steve’s. “But you are.”

“No. I’m seeing. There’s a difference. I see you. I see what you’ve survived. I see the mark it left on you. I know it wasn’t just the scars that cover your skin.” Steve leaned his head down, touching Eddie’s forehead with his own. “We all have them. And we’re all still here. Your heart’s beating. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Who knew you were so good with words?” Eddie smiled sadly.

“Robin says I’m just good at not having a filter.”

“She’s right as always.” Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s wrist, turning as slowly as he could to kiss his palm. “You’re not scared of it.”

“No. Are you?”

“I’m scared that you’ll change your mind when it’s always there as a reminder of what happened.”

Steve kissed his nose, making him smile for the first time in what felt like years.

“I’ll have the reminder that I got you out of there. That no matter what, the bats couldn’t finish the job. That you were stronger and you made it.” Steve let his hand drop, but quickly laced his fingers with Eddie’s. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you to trust me, but will you? For today?”

“Just today?”

“I’ll ask again tomorrow.”

“And what? Every day after that?”

Steve smirked.

His eyes were glistening with tears, but Eddie could tell it wasn’t sadness or fear.

“If that’s what I have to do.”

They hadn’t even talked about feelings, not really. Nothing that made any sense to Eddie, nothing that they could define. A part of Eddie was still convinced he was in a coma and dreaming this entire conversation up.

But even the nurse had noticed the way Steve watched him, how he touched him, how he fought for him. She said he’d been a firecracker from the moment he carried him into the hospital, dripping blood on the tile, staining the halls with his demands for help.

Wayne said he barely left his side the first day, only doing so when the doctors had told him they would call the cops if he didn’t.

Erica even noticed how things had changed between them, stating that she refused to watch her babysitter and the only DM she had respect for make out.

But Steve held Eddie, made him feel like he could get out of the hospital bed and live a life that wouldn’t keep him running. Steve was there.

Steve might even love him. If not now, then some day.

And Eddie could trust him today.

He could probably trust him tomorrow.

“Kiss me?” Eddie probably shouldn’t. The stitches tugged when he talked, and another mouth anywhere near his wounds was just asking for an infection.

But Steve would be careful. He knew what Eddie could handle.

It was barely a kiss. A graze of the lips at most.

But it was the best kiss Eddie had ever had.

At least until tomorrow.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #drabble #yall I am having thoughts about Eddie with a very large face scar and it led to this #I know people have drawn stuff before but I’m #I mean like what I am thinking is from his bottom lip across his entire jaw #to his ear and then down his neck #and it’s not remotely even or straight #very jagged when it heals because they weren’t really aiming for stitching it straight they just wanted to get it closed #also a firm believer that Steve has no filter at all and is SO GOOD at romantic declarations because of it #like he doesn’t edit anything #if he loves you you’ll know because he says I love you in all words except those at first #anyways wrote this during dessert for my besties birthday dinner so #not checking for typos hope there aren’t any lmao #if my phone autocorrected she’s probably wrong

[kirby-the-gorb]

#kirby #kirbear #plushies #daily kirby #my art #digital #hal laboratory #nintendo #I've been slowly repairing my baby blanket #unpicking all the decades of old stitches and everything. #she's actually in incredibly good shape for her age #but her edges are giving out #so I unpicked the old hems and put a border on her #and darned the corner that was too destroyed to reach the border #I still have to unpick and redarn the hole torn by my childhood cat #(weird little fun fact: my baby blanket is genderfluid for some reason?) #(right now she is her and she has been her in the past but she has also been him in the past.) #it's a lot of work because I have to finish whole chunks at once so she's stable enough to sleep with at night #I can't leave big raw vulnerable edges just because I'm tired #but it's mostly done now #(and yes I took a couple little videos of her old repairs because they were a part of her. especially the oldest ones.) #there's lots of people who do stuffed animal restoration and stuff but I haven't found anyone that does baby blankets :( #so I'll just learn to do it myself.

[bonyato]

#I'M IN F;JCKING HYSTERICS HELP‚THIS SCENE HAS ME IN STITCHES I CANNOT GET OVER IT #JUST. THE WAY IT ESCALATES SO QUICKLY‚‚ #only TVDINT could ever make me go from “Aww cute dillo in an apron <:'3♡” to booming laughter in such a short span of time #the vampire dies in no time #kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #tvdint #kyuushi #ronald #ronaldo #john #tvdint spoilers #kyuushi spoilers #<- tagging jic. i would hate to ruin the experience for someone who hasn't gotten the chance to watch S2's first ep yet #it is SO Good

[fruit-punk-art]

🎈💥🍟beading progress on a new wip 🎃🍊☀️

#wip #art #fiber art #mixed media #color matching #beading #weaving #loom weaving #this thing is taking forever but I really like it so far #can’t wait to stitch the matching items in each square #also these fabric squares i found in a recycle bin are just too good

[letitbehurt]

Whumpees nursing a bleeding wound. A hand clutching their side to stanch the blood, groaning in pain as they lean against a wall and sink awkwardly to the floor. Tilting their head back and trying to breathe, their eyes screwed shut in pain. The looming inevitability of passing out, but the absolute refusal to do so until they’ve stopped the bleeding. They just need to catch their breath, to rest, just for a moment…

#just #Whumpees losing a deeply concerning amount of blood #especially when they’re alone >>>> #almost always followed by a self-stitching scene #less often by Caretaker stumbling upon an unconscious Whumpee and keeping them alive #that’s the good stuff #whump

[basilpaste]

Of Stitches In Sequence Act 6 - You won't leave them alone like this.

twohat fight sifs sprites are all actually pretty similar? their buff sprite is the same as their neutral one. but i gave isa a little smile. as a treat.

his whimsy.... the light in his eyes....... returned.

#in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #isat #isat spoilers #isat fanart #sprite edit #isat sprite edit #isabeau isat #of stitches in sequence #basil paints #im still not 100% sold on how i mimic the overlay of the damage sprites but. this is good enough. #also the downed sprite for twohats is identical to the low health sprite so i just. #didnt bother doing one here </3 #notice the little lift in his mouth!!! it is very important. physical change. #i imagine it gives him a slight lisp. at least while hes trying to get used to it.

[coyotehusk]

Playing Doctor 💉

├┬┴┬|•⊖•) ├┬┴┬| art tag: @burntcoffeewhump @demondamage @jayghore @lonesome--hunter @mottinthemainpot @softmutt444 @sunshiline-writes @suspicious-whumping-egg @whump-captain

#coyote husk draws #blood #stitches #cuts #gore #oc #Nancy #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #my energy levels are kinda low rn #but doing art has been #idk it feels good rn #so I’m gonna savor it while I can #also I hope nobody comes here for realism #I’m just here to fuck around and have a good time #happy Halloween btw

[rainymoodlet]

kameyo’s been trying to learn cross-stitching so that she can knit some cute things for her coming baby… but her hands seem to be much better suited for fighting in the mines 🌾

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 stardew valley #;stardew #sim: kameyo #|| #finally a glimpse of my baby’s makeover 😌 #its been really nice just casually playing omg #but i can’t wait to get into taking pics for kmik again 😎 #ts2 has taught me to love decorating again fhdhf #kameyo!! is not as good as morris at cross-stitching #so i think he’ll take over that hobby pfff #this girl is built for COMBAT and SNUGGLING CHICKENS #pics of them making the baby incoming (ahem ahem) #they’re censored but there’s NAKED BACK in it so 🙄 #tumblr will probably scream

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost gifts a single tiny ear loop to Soap one day. Says he noticed Soap had pierced ears. That rings keep from handling a gun or a knife properly. He doesn't make eye contact, tries to hide his face, even as he's already wearing his balaclava.

Soap blinks. Ghost has already given him gifts and only behaved that way for the very first one. He doesn't understand. The earring is very simple, but seems to be made of expensive material and not only covered with a thin leaf of gold.

"Didnae it come with another one?" he says, jokingly.

But Ghost flushes, turns his head, and lifts his mask, only enough for Soap to see the glinting of the other earring on his ear. Suddenly he understands that it's not simply a gift. Ghost favoured practicality, but he wanted to give him a ring.

He grabs his hand as it falls back down.

"Simon, what is this?" he asks softly, not daring to be hopeful just yet.

With his other hand, he reaches out to gently turn Simon's head back towards him. His cheeks and his nose are flushed, it makes the warmth of his dark eyes, generally hidden behind a sneer or a bored expression, undeniable.

He looks nervous. Johnny's heart is beating faster. Could it really be...?

"I know", Simon starts then pauses, uncertain. "I know I'm probably not what you thought you'd have, when you were younger" Soap wants to interrupt, to scoff, to protest that Simon is way better than anyone he could have hoped for, but doesn't. He never wants to cut off his love when he's barely starting to open up.

"I know that I'm not easy to be with some days, that I'm not friendly and easy going like you, like someone you'd deserved to be with." he continues, unconsciously pushing his face more into Soap's hand. "But... I love you, more than I thought I could, and I'd like... I'd like to be with you, for as long as you'd have me..."

Johnny's heart is soaring. He has no idea how to react. He'd have to get all the giddiness out first, and the moment doesn't seem appropriate for jumping around and squealing.

"Officially," Simon continues, voice quieter, out of breath. "If you want to."

A gigantic grin splits Johnny's face. All of his limbs are buzzing, he needs to stand up, to run, to explode something. But he's terrified to spook Simon so instead he just squeezes the hand he's holding rhythmically and moves his feet back and forth.

"Baby, are ye asking me tae marry ye?" Johnny says. He's pretty sure his voice is wobbly, but can't really hear it himself as the blood in his ears is louder than the rest.

Simon's eyes do something, what is visible of his face looks like he has an expression on but Johnny can't analyze it now, doesn't dare to see the hope in his eyes, the pleading in his brows.

"I... Yes, I guess I am," the love of his life says finally. "If you want to. You don't have to."

Soap can't keep himself in check any longer. He's making a high pitched noise, jumping up and down where he's seating on the bed, and throws himself at Simon.

"Of course ah fooking want tae!!!"

Simon lets out an excited giggle, swept in Johnny's mood, and tightens his arms around his lover. No, his fiancé.

This is the best day of his life. He just has to deal with this mission tomorrow, and then they can start to plan everything.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #and now a bit of angst as a treat : #soap goes on his mission and doesn't return - ghost immediately goes to look for him and only finds traces of a struggle #then price receives a bloody earring and instructions to give out state secrets in exchange for soap #ghost goes ballistic - price doesn't deal with terrorists but has to make them believe he does to gain some time #they need to find where they keep soap - when they eventually manage to rescue him he's in a pretty bad shape and cries when he sees ghost #he looks like he hasn't slept since he was taken and his lobe is covered in dried blood where his captors ripped the earring from it #he sobs in ghost's arms that he lost it #that ghost had given him something so precious and he wasn't able to keep it and ghost knows that it's only because he's been tortured and #sleep deprived but it still breaks his heart & he doesn't know what to do and how to make soap understand that he loves him no matter what #johnny needs a medic and fluids and sleep and stitches and a cast but he can't bring himself to let him go so he just carries him #and doesn't let him go until he absolutely has to even as soap falls asleep on the way back and even as the others look at him with a look #on their face - it doesn't matter anyway soon he'll be simon mactavish and everyone will know #as he's waiting at soap's bedside watching him sleep price comes in and gives him the earring - it's been cleaned and looks good as new #then price asks him if he's invited and after a minute of ghost looking at him with wide eyes he eventually nods #'of course' he says 'we wouldn't be anywhere without you old man' #and price gently punches him in the shoulder #'you have to stop calling me old the recruits are convinced I'm like 50' #and ghost smiles for the first time in a week - he won't stop though - not until he convinces the recruits that price is at least 60

[sundaytragedy]

I could totally do surgery on myself and even give myself anesthesia and then stitch myself up i could totally do that. I think I can figure out how to put it back

#is this just poetic or srs.....we'll never know #just know that i am high af rn #i dont have steady enough hands or good enough vision to ever be a surgeon i dont think. not in that sterile room. lol #sigh guess i'll pursue psychiatry #gonna fuck myself up irreversibly someday wdyt #trust meee #essentially surgeons ask that we trust them like thanks for not leaving any tools behind in my body i appreciate it man #that one nurse who did my 55+ stitches we had a moment #i was like no lidocaine pls i don't want my arms to be numb for the next day and a half i will kms more #so he didnt #that was so respectful of him

[mx-metronome]

Hi hello! I have not finished a cross stitch in three years! 2024 is starting off very weird, I literally got this idea in my head two days ago. Made a pattern by eyeballing a screenshot, picked my colors, and 7 hours later I have a Starlo. My desk now has 100% more yeehaw on it.

I first learned about Undertale Yellow just a week ago, but I was so blown away by the characters! I like Starlo a lot, like him enough that he SHATTERED my hiatus like glass, something I didn’t think I’d ever see happen again.

I stitched him on 18ct aida because I can’t do over one on 28ct anymore, my eyes are fucked up. Also “red clashes with my colors” my ass, he looks great in this red frame I had lying around.

It’s so strange, something felt right the whole time I worked on him, and now it feels wrong that I’m not working on anything else yet. I’m not promising a renaissance, but given my circumstances, there’s a nonzero chance that I’ll be back to my needle on the regular after THREE YEARS of trying and failing to start or finish anything.

Merry Leap Yeap, let’s see what else 2024 has for me 👀

(Pattern available upon request)

#cross stitch #undertale yellow #uty #uty starlo #my art #that’s a tag I haven’t used in ages!! #GOD this felt good #turns out I can only cross stitch in times of absolute crisis #that’s my theory #these past three years have been SO laid back for me that my art never came about #it didn’t need to #but now that I have a new job-ish #and it’s asking an IMPOSSIBLE task of me just a WEEK into the position #I felt I had to cope SOMEHOW #it’s funny the idea of stitching something ANYTHING again came to mind while I was praying in church lmao #god said ‘cope’ and I said ‘okay Chief’

[secondbeatsongs]

I love being someone's science experiment

#personal #read: #my top surgeon continues to be fascinated by me #last time it was because I said it was fascinating to watch him pull stitches out of my chest #(he said the last guy had passed out so he kept asking if I was okay) #this time it's because of how well my nerves reconnected on one side #apparently it's not very normal to have good skin sensation in nipple grafts #but here we are #he put a note in my chart and seemed...excited? #he really looked like he wanted to say ''oh cool!'' or ''weird!'' #but he just said ''huh!'' and seemed enthused #he also kept saying ''oh you look *good*'' in a way that was very genuine #and he's right #my chest looks great #but some part of me wants to be like #intense about his reaction. like #o sculptor of flesh. how do you feel when you behold your creations? #is your vision of yourself one of an artist or of a doctor? is this the line you blur? #anyway that'd be weird so I don't say stuff like that #but I do *want* to #sbs rambles #in the tags #gender #top surgery

[uncanny-tranny]

An immovable object (my perfectionism) meets an unstoppable force (my proclivity to say "fuck it" and move on). FIGHT.

#art #fiber art #crochet #guess who is paying the price of not counting stitches! :)! #i even frogged a few rows just to fix a weird hole problem in this project #if i finish this project i'm only keeping it as a reminder of the horrors #the only good thing is that this pattern was so much easier than it looked (so far) #this is the type of unreasonable thinking that has me convinced blocking would be the solution rather than counting stitches right #thankfully this skein is a red heart skein (i have learned i don't particularly like acrylic but i won't be wearing this so whatever) #so it's a rather big skein so i'll be able to use it for another copy of this pattern #fuck it we ball? more like fuck it we frog (frogging 7-10 rows rn) #holy shit they're right crochet takes up so much yarn holy fuck

[biteable-pink-pixie]

Is this cute or cringe? I can't decide.

#sometimes i make stuff like the soft little nerd i am! #just get in the fucking ball dude. #pokémon #cross stitch #nerdy gf #does it even make sense #does it even look good? #thats it im throwing it in the trash #cross stitch pattern