#quarantine craft

[coyging]

#KING of arts and crafts KING of being delicate KING of quarantine #leandro trossard

[alilbabysprout]

guess who's picking up knitting again

#(it's me) #currently knitting a shawl !! #i learned to knit in 4th grade but have barely touched the craft since then #i made a sweater in quarantine and a scarf but that's it #i want to make my nana proud + feel closer to her #knitting is about the only thing i can remember her doing other than baking brownies with me as a kid #i miss her :•( #sprout talks #knitting #fiber art #fiber crafts #yarn #yarn crafts #yarnaddict #cottagecore #cozycore

[theseancekid]

SORRY I’VE BEEN AWAY I’VE BEEN PAINTING THIS CUTE LIL GHOST JACKET

#it’s still not QUITE done but we’re getting there! #not bad for only two days of work tbh #one fun fact about me is that every SINGLE jean jacket i own i paint custom art on the back of #not the craft i expected to fall into during quarantine but i still love it lmfao #*【 ☂ ┊ ❛ just need to sober up ❜ 】 ➤ ooc

[tj-crochets]

Crafting update! - 3 out of 5 holiday presents for kids* done! One quilt and one...something? left to make. Please let me know if you have suggestions of something to make for a kid who loves Octonauts I have no idea what to make - One commission to get done by the holidays (it’s a cat) - 2 friend holiday presents planned but not crafted yet - a pair of slippers, two necklace chains, and possibly a quilted christmas stocking left to make for my family - and two things to finally get in the mail! I meant to get them in the mail a few weeks ago but no *Kids are first priority for holiday crafting for me. They will get their presents by the holiday their family celebrates! Everyone else...might be late lol

#the person behind the yarn #crafting update #I have other commissions/art trades/auction fills to work on #but they are less urgent #and I am not listing them here because I want to not overwhelm myself with my to-do list #I do have them written down in my notebook #I am not looking at that today! today is planning for this week #and this week only. I will tackle my next list once I finish this one #the mail was delayed because my dad had covid and the household was in quarantine #we're all okay now! it's day 15 for me after exposure and I took a test again and tested negative again #so only my dad caught it #and he's doing much much better

[cleocatrablossy]

Due to jokes with my friends I have attempted to recreate Basil’s hair clip by clipping one clip onto another.

#not perfect but I’m not going to a craft store to do this for a joke #brain soup #omori basil #pretty much the joke started when one of my friends said he was just like sunny because he dresses the same #that was a thing for ages then because I have a history of being into photography and plants(and jokes about hiding the body) #I said I was pretty much basil. that was a couple months ago. help. I’m stuck here. but at least it’s getting me back into old hobbies! #like I genuinely have not done a bit of gardening or photography since quarantine and now I have a reason to and it genuinely makes me happy

[divinemackerel]

you should watch the owl house

I appreciate what you’re trying to do man but I don’t need y’all advertising fandoms or shows to me. Replacing a homemade vase that broke with another new one, while nice, will not fix the fact your sentimental homemade vase which you can’t really just remake broke, or something.

Also I just don’t like the Owl House fandom and I personally don’t really get that invested in characters younger than me. Sorry.

#asks #anon #idk the dsmp had something really unique. something that was partially crafted by the fact it came out initially in quarantine #it and the fandom were really special to me #i dont think they can be easily replaced. at least not rn #and idk im still heartbroken over the ending. i dont need a new thing to fill that void. nothing could #oh and also i have already seen the show

[gender-trash]

ran out of printer ink yesterday while trying to print vol1 of devil venerable. on LITERALLY the last couple sheets of the last signature. bh photo when will my high capacity ink cartridges return from war… please… you’re my only hope…

#the trashcan speaks #hanging on to sanity by A Thread #combat-epistemologist is still quarantining in the craft room so im VERY limited in what hobbies i can actually do rn #and now THIS??? #(tbh thats also why im so -_- abt the sewing posts taking off. i cant even work on my quilt rn and im going nuts) #devil venerable also wants to exploit the memoir class for evil purposes

[strewbi]

“North of Ford Lane a heron stood knee-deep in snow. The Gale did not rock him; His long gray feathers were unruffled, regal, and frozen and dead. he stood to the wind in his thin sarcophagus of ice. Already he seemed to be dynasties away from me. I have outlived him, as a gibbering ape outlived the dinosaur.” 

J.A. Barker The Peregrine

#Ok so this was the quote I was talking about which is my theory about vampires as per my twilight fanfiction from quarantine #A human’s ability to age means that as they age further from the point at which a vampire died they become actually experientially older #A being can be immortal and have more time to put things off to be left unchanged by anything #Where a being in a position of consistent forced change ie time can see that immortal as a whippersnapper. #There isn’t inherent wisdom in more time. Some people are just dumb the whole time god bless. #none of these are new sentiments but this quote makes me feel so just SO ya know? #Oh shit wait #tw animal death #tw death #animal death #and some people do more with less time #Anyway this book makes me lose it. Maybe I should listen to it at work and really bring a #👁️👄👁️ energy to the craft store

[pacoquinhamagicaa]

Uns dias atrás, eu estava afim de fazer uma boneca negra com cabelos azuis.

Um breve perfil: Peregrina (ou Penny, se você achar mais fácil) é uma garota inteligente que gosta de um desafio e de uma aventura. Ela sempre quis ser uma princesa (por isso a coroa na cabeça), mas não aquela que espera o príncipe encantado para fugir do perigo. Seus passatempos incluem ler, montar quebra cabeças e discutir sobre astrologia e matemática.

#amigurumi #crochet #crafts #handmadedoll #quarantine

[naveensaxena]

#a day in my life creative #drawing #generating ideas in music #creative #creative cloud #creative director shoot #idem creative art school #ot creative space #drawing to music #a day in my life artist #performativedrawing #ableton sampling tutorial in simpler #space drive #drawingnow #sparking creativity #crafting ideas #creativity #katie fowler creativity #crafting #beats to quarantine #support creativity #katie fowler creativity class #performancedrawing

[caitykat]

Oh Brother, where art thou...

One of the things I requested as a gift once I became an “adult” is a sewing machine. It struck me as the sort of thing a real adult would have. (Like a tool bag with a set of socket wrenches and a drill -which I also own via gifting from other more accomplished adults in my life). My mother- who taught me how to operate her old machine- obliged for my 24th birthday (or Christmas?).

She bought me a “Brother” Sewing machine- apparently its a good one....

That machine sat in its box for two years gathering dust

Next thing you know its 2020 and I’m on hiatus from work and basically confined to my one bedroom apartment for the foreseeable future. I then decided to actually break that baby out to make myself a face mask or three. Then, once i got the hang of it. I was sewing scraps together and calling it a quilt for my cats. I got it into my head to make an actual quilt.

Like the dumbass I pretend not to be, I just started cutting squares. I didn’t really measure or pin or anything like that. I just went. 

It was only AFTER I had a lot of the patchwork completed that I actually looked up how to make a quilt. I had  thought I was nearly finished at that point. It was a bit of a rude awakening... 

It took me sooo many hours spread out over months to complete. It didn’t help that my cats had decide the sewing machine and all the fabric it spawned was the perfect toy to play with

  But, I completed the Quarantine Quilt before the end of 2020. I felt so accomplished! ( even if it is terribly uneven and already starting to split in places...)

# adulting  #adulting is hard #crafts #sewong #sewing project #sewing diaries #quarantine quilt #covid #cats # background info

#adulting #adulting is hard #sewing #crafting #textile crafts #fabric crafts #sewing project #sewing diaries #quarantine quilt #covid #cats #background info

[serendipitous-syzygy]

Really unsure about the ribbons (also thinking abt using like lace and elastic) esp cuz its likely gonna involve sewing if i wanna make sure it survives the concert but ig ill see whats at the store and whats in budget 🤷‍♀️

#i wanna go this week/this weekend but I'll likely have to take the bus since parents are in quarantine still #and the craft stores are all kinda far so im gonna either have to see where else i can go or really plan out this thing #i also need to get new jeans T-T #target dont fail me now

[tj-crochets]

Updates! - I got a new job! Or a promotion? Different job title and hours, same company. It’s a full time job, which is very nice but means less crafting time. I can hand sew/crochet/embroider while sitting at my desk waiting for emails, but I can’t use my sewing machine and I get a lot more emails, so less crafting time - I am almost done hand sewing a chicken. For various reasons, I couldn’t machine sew this pattern anyway, and I needed something to do to keep me busy between emails, so chicken time!! I am not posting photos because all it’s missing is a head, and I’m not going to take a picture of a headless plush chicken. Somehow, my grandma would know lol (she hates when I leave plushies headless or faceless for any length of time) 

#the person behind the yarn #crafting updates #also my dad (who I live with) tested positive for covid #I tested negative and he's quarantining away from me #so now it's the 'wait for symptoms to start or to test positive' stress #to go with the worrying about my dad #he got his booster like a month ago and I've heard this round of covid is less bad than previous ones in general #please do not correct me if I am wrong. Nothing to do but wait right now #and I can have literal allergic reactions to stress #like. anaphylaxis. not like hives #so I am trying very hard to not stress! to varying levels of success #my dad is doing okay. he has a mild cough and body aches but his blood oxygen level is good and he doesn't have a fever #I have not had to take a benadryl yet so I am also doing okay #and I have no more covid-y symptoms than I usually do? #and I suspect if I were ill it would not be subtle. at all. adrenal issues and illness are not friends. #also I've just never been subtle a day in my life about anything

[lookingforcactus]

Went to a big quilting convention today and am feeling inspired so here's todays edition of

What the fuck do you mean that's a quilt??

Most people have no idea about how much craft goes into quilting or how much quilting as a craft, art, and even a science has been evolving in recent years. So here's my personal appreciation post

And btw the flat images do NOT even do these quilts justice, especially in terms of the absolutely amazing and detailed texture embroidery that a lot of quilters are using these days. Up close the texture and the sheer detail of many of them is just stunning

These are all from the Road to California quilt show 2023

1st Place: Portrait

Title: Sharing the Moment Maker: Hollis Chatelain Quilter: Hollis Chatelain Design Basis: Maker's Original Design African-American women are a powerful force in motivating their families and communities to vote. I wanted to create a piece about this and highlight the fact that African-American women did not receive the right to vote in all 50 states until 1965 when the Voting Rights Act was passed. I met Phyllis at a rally. I was drawn to her and asked if she would be my model. Without hesitation she said yes. She later brought her friend Loretta with her.

1st Place: Naturescape

Title: Augustinii Maker: Andrea Brokenshire Quilter: Andrea Brokenshire Design Basis: Maker's Original Design “Augustinii” is a blue/purple variety of rhododendron my momma planted within her forest garden. I was lucky to be home on when it was in bloom. When I see this quilt, I am reminded of my momma and how she loves to tend her garden and “grub in the dirt.”

1st Place: Pictorial

Title: Leap of Faith Maker: Kestrel Michaud Quilter: Kestrel Michaud Design Basis: Original design In this Steampunk fantasy world, men and women have taken to the skies on ships held aloft by hot air, ingenuity, and luck. Faith’s favorite past-time is bungee-jumping off the side of her airship, with Bubo, her pet clockwork owl. This quilt depicts the photo Faith took on her latest jump to test her brand-new camera and selfie stick.

2nd Place: Naturescape

Title: Homage to Birches Bare Maker: Jessica Noble Quilter: Jessica Noble Design Basis: Fabric recreation of Kesler Woodward's Birches Bare, acrylic on I fell in love with Kesler Woodward’s Birches Bare painting and knew I had to create it in fabric. I cut about 1,700 pattern pieces out of freezer paper and then fused fabric, through the fall of 2019 until the pandemic started. During this time, I homeschooled my two children and the quilt sat in quarantine. I quilted this freehand on my midarm in the winter of 2021. I managed to take the majority of the summer of 2022 on the binding.

2nd Place: Pictorial

Title: Toroweap Overlook Maker: Sandra Mollon Quilter: Sandra Mollon Design Basis: Derived from a photo Toroweap Overlook, in the Grand Canyon National Park, is an incredible view of the Colorado River. When John Slot sent me the photo to consider for an art quilt, I realized the complexity of the amount of the pieces it would require, but knew I had to do it. Raw edge fused, machine quilted, small amounts of media.

3rd Place: Pictorial

Title: Catch it Yuri! Maker: Hiroko Miyama and Masanobu Miyama Quilter: Hiroko Miyama Design Basis: Maker's Original Design Inspired by dogs’ action. Yuri, golden retriever big jumped to catch a ball and Ponta, mix hardly waited his turn. Dogs and girl were fused appliquéd.

Seriously can you believe these are all quilts!!! incredible amazing showstopping spectacular

#I said today's edition but this is in fact the only addition #so far! #might make another one when they put up the winners from this year #which will hopefully be in the next few days #quilting #quiltblr #fiber crafts #fabric art #fiber art #fibercraft #textiles #quilt art #quilt making #quilts #textile art #fibre arts

[camil0ncha]

I'm not one to post doodle pages but I thought this would be a nice way to introduce you guys to my au storyline (since I'm possibly maybe planning to write a fic based on it)

Welcome to my Showstopper AU!

(more info under the cut)

Of course it's a y/n and Sun&Moon centred story but with?? plot??? Wowza!

y/n and the boys meet all the way since their Superstar Theater days, where y/n was part of the crew that worked alongside the theater assigned animatronic (that's the boys!). Sun was the original theater attraction, with built-in extra parts and quirky bits to play different characters for his one-man-shows (he even had a full villain transformation when the lights went out!); but after a couple months, the technicians were surprised to discover that a fully conscious secondary AI had developed by its own accord inside the same bot. So in comes Moon! A product of a few crossed wires and some too-smart protocols that the techs couldn't wrap their heads around.

After bad experiences with P&S, the boys grew scared of people, weary, and skittish, it affected their performances. With Fazbear Co. breathing down their necks a new tech was assigned to make them work properly again; y/n's brother Charles was much more gentle and they eventually became very close friends. When y/n was hired it took a while for the boys to trust them given their past, but after seeing how passionate they were for their craft and (especially) how caring they were for the kiddos and everyone around them they warmed up to them.

They stuck to y/n like glue and in hopeless romantic fashion, they fell head over heels for them. However, after some unfortunate happenings, they never got the chance to confess. Y/n left Fazbear and took their heart with them.

In the 5 years they were gone life as they knew it crumbled around them. Fazbear was making questionable choices that affected all Pizzaplex inhabitants, suddenly a malfunction started to run havoc in their systems and before they knew it they were quarantined, completely alone and scared, everyone they cared for gone.

That is until y/n stumbled back into their lives. Working as a plex custodian now they are trying to pick up the pieces of the life they left behind when they walked out those doors. Whether they'll be able to rekindle their friendship, heal old wounds and forgive and be forgiven it's up to them.

#waaahhh #finally sharing this #honestly most of my dca content's context is this very specific idea of a scenario in my head #and now you know it too :) #dca x y/n #dca x reader #fnaf dca #dca fnaf #dca fanart #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sundrop #moondrop x reader #moondrop #moondrop fanart #sundrop x reader #sundrop #sundrop fanart #fnaf sb au #fnaf sb fanart #fnaf security breach #security breach #security breach fanart #security breach au #showstopper au #my art

[comicaurora]

What other mythological creatures would be fun in space? If the answer is "most of them?", Then limit the scope of the question to what becomes *more* fun in space?

Still "most of them," unfortunately.

Deep in the bowels of a derelict, drifting hulk, so battered with cosmic rays and space debris all sign of its original function have eroded away, something that could have been human roams the labyrinthine halls. Who knows what terrible crime or tragedy spawned it? It is huge, and hungry, and terribly, terribly alone. All anyone knows is that the drifting hulk that screams to the void in a hundred looping distress calls is to be avoided at all costs, for the maze is deadly and its lone prisoner even deadlier.

An enchanting woman knocks on the porthole with a broad smile, hair flowing in beautiful curls and mouth moving soundlessly in the boiling vacuum. She seems unaware of the inch-thick tempered plasteel, or perhaps unaware of its necessity for the mortal and the fragile within. As she stares unblinking, whispers begin to crackle over the ship radio, half-parseable snatches in many voices - surnames, stardates, coordinates. The knowledge is so, so tempting.

The astronaut is standing just outside the airlock. The sun is starting to sink behind the lunar horizon, cutting razor-sharp shadows across the silvery dust. He's been standing, patiently, for over four hours. The crew in the lander are huddled as far away from the door as possible, unconacipusly avoiding the astronaut's cold and vacant bunk. They had buried him, after all, three rotations ago, the special kind of dead you only get after decompression-induced exsanguination. And yet here he stands, looking better than ever, a healthy blush in his cheeks clearly visible without that bulky reflective helmet in the way. His eyes catch the setting sun strangely, almost red.

Space is an ocean, they say; the analogy is imperfect, and yet persistent in its poetry. The seafarers of old coasted along the surface of a vast and unknowable deep and called it sailing, and the spacefarers of the new frontier do the same. They speed between the stars or cut through wormhole gates for the occasional shortcut, skimming the three-dimensional surface of the vast four-dimensional space that wormholes can only tentatively pierce, and they are satisfied. But there are strange shadows in the stars, twisting and slow - distortions that ripple out from the hyperdepth and mostly pass without incident, barring the sensitive instruments left screaming in their wake. Nobody has ever seen the four-dimensional leviathans that cast these three-dimensional shadows. At least, nobody who's come back.

They call it a dragon because it flies and it's the scariest thing they've ever seen. It doesn't do it justice. If anything, trying to give it a familiar name only highlights its horrible uncategorizability. It flies, yes - or at least it undulates through atmosphere, seemingly irrelevant to its own mass. It has a golden hoard and breathes poison and fire, or rather the nuclear furnace that boils in its sinuous belly vomits out great gouts of poison fire that leaves stone and flesh as glassy slag and metals fused into radioactive gold. The land all around its lair is blackened and sick, a vile caldera of strange-colored swampland and twisted, fungal trees. In the absolute terror and devastation of its wake, the colonists fall back on old, bad superstitions and offer it a girl…

The sorcerer took out his heart long ago, they say. This is true, but inadequate. His true body is shattered in closely guarded pieces to protect himself from a total death; the form he presents is only a projection of his will onto and through the nanite colony his machinations spawned, a body crafted by the immortal mind and will of one who sacrificed everything to be deathless. His heart is concealed in a small life support capsule in a long-forgotten laboratory in a satellite orbiting the moon of a quarantined colony world; his nervous system wires itself through the vast, organic computer that has taken the place of the planet's core. Backups of backups of backups, redundancies laced through every stolen system. He knows there was a purpose to this, once; a goal to all this sacrifice beyond a simple extension of life. He will never remember who he wanted this for. To be truly deathless, one cannot have a heart.

It's retroviral, they think. No other form of infection could've rewired her cells this fundamentally. It's irreversible without gene therapy, but at least she isn't deteriorating, they say. At least she's holding together while they look for a treatment. She can feel it, though, no matter what the medic says; sub-cellular or not, she can feel it boiling under her skin, sharpening her teeth, burning out from the site of the bite on her arm. And she can feel, with absolute certainty, the planet's two satellites slowly shifting into opposition with the sun, right through the windowless walls of the quarantine pod. She doesn't know what she'll become when the moons are full, but she doesn't speak her suspicions. A part of her - perhaps even a part that's always been there - is very, very eager to find out.

A colony was here once, a long, long time ago. Terraformed and everything, but those were the early days, before they realized you needed a magnetosphere to keep all that air and water from being wicked away by the solar wind. The loss was so gradual it didn't make sense until over a century later, and there wasn't anything they could do for them long-term - wrong kind of core for a polarization op. They did evac, of course, but the priority was low - and it was centuries deep into social development. Everybody on that world had been born there, and some of them didn't want to leave. Way I hear it, some of them insisted on staying - strongly and violently - and the folks in charge eventually got tired of losing troops in a dessicating backwater that was gonna solve itself in less than a century, so they just fudged the paperwork and washed their hands of the whole thing. It's near airless now - stopped being a viable colony world nigh on thirty years back when the last of the ice vanished. But that's not why we steer clear. We don't land there because the locals didn't have the decency to die right, and it can be damn unsettling to catch their shadows sneaking across the sand. They're drawn to ships, you know? Poor bastards still think they can leave.

#asks #not aurora #writing stuff #love 2 horror write instead of slep