#robin bird embroidery

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Original embroidery - KolomanKnitShop

Instagram - fox_and_blueberry

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little bird embroidery

Some bird embroidery I'm doing

#birds #bird art #embroidery #embroidery designs #embroidery art #Handmade #red robin

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Here's a little sneakpeek at what I am doing! Sewing on these plastic canvases is a great revelation and I think I will keep going. In the meantime I will figure out what to do with these. I am thinking, maybe they will be coasters or maybe magnets but I admit I am still undecided. What do you think will work best? For the moment enjoy!

#cross stitch #cross stitching #embroidery #flower #flowers #poinsettia #bird #birds #robin #christmas #winter

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I love that Eddie is a craft guy! It just makes so much sense. Do you think he's one of those people who is CONSTANTLY doing a new craft and their house is just littered with Eddie's crafts, and he's always making little hand made gifts for Steve, the party and the band? I can totally imagine Steve coming home and the house just being in total disarray and Eddie's just like "I made a bird table and i personalised all your coffee cups :))"

Eddie Munson and the ADHD urge to start a new project before you finished the last one.

Despite Eddie’s big personality and the joy he gets galivanting across cafeteria tables and award show stages, he is very much a homebody. His favorite places growing up was his bedroom, Gareth’s garage, and the drama room where he hosted D&D. Then he went on tour and when the shows were over, he just wanted to be home.

He liked being able to strip away the Eddie Munson persona, sit down, and channel all the ideas in his head into a creative output.

Honestly, making money just made it worse. He can afford shit now.

Steve’s the opposite though.

Steve likes to be out of the house. He was a kid that lived in a big house with parents that never wanted to see or hear him, sometimes year-round sports were the only thing keeping him sane. Once Eddie made it big and was touring, Steve was once again alone in a big empty house and so he found things to do.

He meets up with Robin at least once a week to get dinner and drinks, and sometimes they go dancing or they sing karaoke. Him and Dustin meet up semi-regularly to catch up. He was a part of their neighborhood walking group before Diane annoyed him out of it. He goes bowling with some teachers from work occasionally and takes a pottery class that he sucks at. Him and Max are a part of a trivia team that has only ever succeeded at being the drunkest team in the game.

So, the combination of ‘Steve is 90% of my impulse control and he’s not here right now’ and ‘If I don’t create something, I will die’ means that sometimes Steve comes home to a new windchime or a questionably made bird house.

 Sometimes he comes home to Eddie embroidering one of his jackets by hand even though he bought an embroidery machine that he has never used. Other times, he comes home and Eddie has carved every bar of soap they had into a little fucked-up guy or he found a recorder and wants to play Steve a song.

Or sometimes, Steve returns home from the cooking class he’s taking at their local community center to beads. Beads everywhere.

Beads in the carpet. Beads on the hardwood. Beads in their shoes by the stairs. Beads everywhere.

Steve – who is pretty Type-A about their house being clean and organized because he has a shit memory and needs to be able to find things – very calmly sits aside the ravioli that he made and says, “Eddie, what the fuck?”

“I dropped them.”

Steve makes a gesture like ‘yeah, no shit’ and then just makes a distressed noise, but Eddie waves him off as he dumps a handful of beads into the good punch bowl that they use for parties, “Don’t blame me. Your cat tripped me. I nearly brained myself.”

“She’s only my cat when she’s bad,” Steve sighs, sitting down to help pick the beads up. “Why do you have beads anyways? Since when do we have beads?”

“Do you remember those beaded lizard keychains?” Eddie asks, and then when all he got was silence. “I’m going to make you one…after we pick up two thousand pony beads.”

Steve makes another noise that’s somewhere between ‘you’re causing me actual pain’ and ‘I love you so much it makes me stupid’ and Eddie grins at him. He gestures to the punch bowl and says, “Stevie, think about it. Once we fill this bad boy up, we can separate the beads by color. That’ll be fun, right?”

“…Yeah, I’d actually really like that.”

#Steve is a bar of soap guy and it’s the worst thing about him #Meanwhile Joan is doing her damnest to make her dads spend quality time together #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #joan the disservice cat

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What if Steve took up pottery after everything.

He’s spent 4 years destroying things, tearing things apart with his hands and once it’s all over he wants to turn those same hands to something positive. To turn them to making something instead of pulling it apart. He cycles through hobbies, sketching making his hand cramp and the constant re-drawing tearing holes in the paper, the permanence of paint on canvas to terrifying and embroidery causing an ache in his eyes with it’s miniature stitches. All until he reaches pottery, it never make his hands cramp or his eyes ache and he could work the clay and re make the pots over and over, shaping and reshaping until it was just right.

So it sticks. At first he used the wheel in the studio at the school but with gentle encouragement from the party and Joyce he buys a second hand potters wheel and a small kiln from a house clearance. He sets them up in a corner of the garage furtherest from the house and late at night or rather, early in the morning he sits and works the cool clay over with his hands, the hands responsible for so much destruction, until it’s pliable. He takes it and forms it into whatever shape he can feel it trying to be. Over the weeks he creates many items, pots, jugs, mugs, cups, plates, bowls, dishes, stands and occasionally, when the spin of the wheel isn’t what he needs he sculpts tiny creatures and people with his fingers.

The first of these creations are plain and rough to the touch, unable to be washed as they were left unglazed. When Steve realised that you can’t use an unglazed mug for actual mug things, he purchased glazed, at first just clear and 5 colours, black, white, red, yellow and blue, but slowly he expands his collection, amassing all manner of different colours and finishes.

After the first couple of months practice, when the cups are even and the lids fit their pots, Steve begins to make things to give to the people he holds dear.

The first gift he makes is for Robin. It’s a little bird on a ships wheel, painted onto a mug, it’s slightly wonky and the paint is a little wobbly but it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. She cries when it’s first handed to her and she treats it like the smallest breeze will break it. But she still drinks her coffee from it every morning and cleans it the moment she’s done, lest the drink stain the glaze.

The second is for Dustin. This is a little jar, with a tiny cats head sculpted onto the lid. Painted with little scribbles of equations and formula, planks constant painted slightly thicker than the rest. Dustin hugs Steve so hard it makes his bones creak when it’s handed to him and he holds it in his palms like it might disappear in smoke if he lets it go.

Third is for El, he throws her a plate and spends hours painstakingly glazing the sunset from hopper’s cabin onto it. It’s a little thicker than it probably should be but it might not shatter so sharply if it ever breaks that way. She hugs it to her chest like a teddy and kisses Steve’s cheek. She tells him she loves it, and he knows she isn’t lying.

Number four is given to Erica. Unlike the others this one wasn’t thrown it was sculpted by hand, smoothed and stretched until the clay formed a tiny horse. He paints it the colours of the rainbow and places the fires piece into a tiny box. Erica sniffles when she opens it but she still calls him dickweed when she thanks him. He knows she adores it when he sees her wearing it on a chain like a necklace three days later.

Five is for max. This one the result of hours of research. Steve first throws a mug, then with the help of Robin and 2 books on braille he adds tiny lumps of clay to write two phases on the mug accompanied by their English written counterparts. First is “Max’s mug touch at your own risk “ the second is “ handle “ followed by an arrow in the opposite direction of the handle. Even through her heavy glasses he can see her tear up, but before he can reach out to hug her she reads the handle sign and cracks up, laughing so hard the tears track down her face anyway when she realises the arrow is misleading. The thick black lines of the writing a stark enough contrast against the white mug that she can see there’s writing rather than just feel it.

It’s a little while between the faith and sixth pieces but it makes it even better when it’s finally handed over after the end of season game. The sixth piece is for Lucas. It’s a little person holding a ball aloft like the Statue of Liberty, standing atop a goblet style cup that Steve took an age to throw quite right. Lucas tackles him to the floor and says it’s the best trophy he’s ever won. He sheds a couple tears when he reads the inscription on the bottom plaque.

Number seven is gifted to will, technically it’s two pieces. Created after hearing him talk of the perils of painting and drinking after hellfire one night. Two cups, different in size and shape as well as design, both painted a beautiful gradient, one of purple to green and the other blue to gold, with the purple and green with “paint water”written in curling letters across it and the blue and gold with “drinking water” in the same letters. Will thanks him sincerely and hugs him for far longer than normal. A week later he hands Steve an envelope containing a painting of a knight that looks suspiciously like him wielding a familiar bat like club. Steve is the one crying this time.

The eighth piece is given to Johnathan. It’s another piece shaped without the help of the wheel. This time a pipe, glazed in shining oxides and bright colours, painted over in tiny white stars. Few words are exchanged when it’s handed to him but even when struck speechless Johnathan finds a way to communicate his gratitude, holding open his arms to Steve. When he gets his words back, Jon invites him to christen the pipe, Steve politely declines. He’s sure the pipe receives much use.

Nine is handed gingerly to Hopper, a near perfect plate with “best dad I’ve ever had” painted i swirling letters across it, coloured a beautiful red. Hop clears his throat, tells him it’s beautiful then hugs him with almost too much force, cracking a joint in Steve’s back which sends them both chuckling. It’s on display in the cabin the next morning.

The tenth is presented to Mike. A small box which seems to confuse the boy until he opens it to find a version of his character laying inside. He stares down at it for a few moments, mouth open like he’s not sure what to say. Then very tentatively he wraps his arms around Steve in the first hug he’s ever given him. He speaks, a little muffled my Steve’s shirt “ You really are amazing Steve. “ . Steve pats the kids hair and beams.

Piece eleven is given to Joyce. It’s the biggest piece he’s made yet. A large round thrown plant pot, made in lovely terracotta clay he found specifically for this. Made after Joyce confessed she’d been trying out gardening. She kisses him on both temples and both cheeks and tells him she wouldn’t mind a third son. Steve cries again this time.

The twelfth is given to Nancy. It’s another hand sculpted piece, this time a beautiful pen holder, painted a soft pink and decorated with gold filigree work. He wrapped it in pink tissue and places it gently in her hand, Nancy is so quiet Steve starts to panic but as he opens his mouth she drags him into a rib creaking hug. “Oh Steve it’s beautiful.” He just smiles and tells her this way she’ll always know where she put it when inspiration strikes. She squeezes him a little tighter.

The penultimate piece is given to Wayne Munson. With everything that’s happened, and the slowly growing relationship between Steve and his nephew, Wayne is almost his second adoptive father. Steve takes a little while deliberating on what to give Wayne, a mug for certain but he wasn’t sure what to decorate it with. But after being startled awake for the third night in a row the idea finally seemed to materialise. When Steve handed him the finished mug a week later he clapped him on the shoulder, placed the mug on the table and wrapped him in a hug. He called Steve son and this time they both shed some tears. The next time Steve entered the house the “ best uncle in law “ mug was proudly displayed with the rest

The final piece, well pieces, were given to Eddie. It was a slowly growing collection, crafted over the course of several months. The first of these was a simple cup, painted a marbled red and metallic black courtesy of Steve experimenting with oxides. The second a mug proudly displaying the words “fuck Mordor” in beautiful curling script across one side and a painted mountain the other, created just after he and Eddie began reading the series together, taking it in turns to read a character aloud. The third and final piece was far more sentimental a small replica of a human heart, created after much study of library references, painted to look like a sunrise. This he placed into a little box with a note reading “ to my sunshine, you’ll always carry my heart with you .“. Steve placed these three together in a bag, each wrapped in tissue. He took them with him on a quiet Tuesday night on a visit to Eddie. And with shaking hands he held the bag out towards him. Eddie took it, looking perplexed until he opened the first wrapper, revealing the mug. Eddie had watched all the others slowly be gifted pieces of Steve’s pottery, even his uncle, and wondered if and what he would receive. He held the mug reverently in cupped hands, “ Oh Stevie, it’s beautiful-“. Steve only smiled, biting his lip and gesturing back to the bag. Carefully Eddie removed the second gift, the cup. Holding it just as carefully as the first, stroking over the surface with his thumbs, before placing them both and the bag down onto the table and holding Steve’s face in his hands. “ There’s one more. “ Steve smiled at him “ I need to kiss you till you can’t see straight first.” Steve only laughed and leaned in, meeting Eddie halfway. It was a soft kiss, full of unspoken affection, and when the two separated he gestured back at the bag. Eddie smiled and shook his head before taking the last piece out of the bag. Slowly he began to unwrap the tissue, then he opened the box. He went dead still, exhaling a shaking breath “ Oh sunshine -“ he reached out to cup Steve’s cheek with one hand, cradling the tiny ceramic heart with the other, “ that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” Steve beamed “ It’s a human heart baby, it’s not exactly cute.” Eddie shook his head “Oh it’s plenty cute, you made it it’s gotta be.” He paused “ I love it. Nearly, nearly as much as I love you. “. “Yeah?” Steve bit his lower lip, smiling. “ Oh definitely honey, I love you so much.” And if that same heart had a permanent home in a picture frame above eddies bed next to the note it came with, then no one mentioned it.

//AN : Okay if you made it this far holy shit thank you, I apologise for the gifts being cheesey as fuck or kinda shitty but I tried. This was born after watching the great pottery throw down with my parents.

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things thoughts #stranger things #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve harrington character study

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Locket

Its Moonacre week!

In which Maria drops her needle, Robin develops the bad habit of getting lost in pretty girl’s eyes, Sir Benjamin learns to get over himself, Loveday’s level of pettiness is tested, The Coeur De Noir has dealt with one too many Merryweather’s to last him a lifetime, The De Noir boys learn what it really means to be bossed around. And Maria is, unfortunately, truly and properly kidnapped.

Here's a link to where the story will be posted on Archive, or you can just read it here, but mind you its 5k :)

“There’s only one thing that can save us now!” Ms. Heliotrope shared a knowing smile.

“Classical. French. Needlepoint.” Maria said with her, no small amount of relief flooding through her. 

The journey thus far had been terrible, but if she were to live in the countryside, she could at least preserve her more civil pastimes. 

Ms. Heliotrope took out their most recent projects: matching, colorful, beautiful Fluer-De-Lis, embellished by little flowers, ribbons and birds. Ms. Heliotrope was much further along, but she had years of experience under her hands. She was quick and capable with the needle, and Maria - while quite skillful - took her time to make sure each stitch was perfect. 

It took her a moment to realize the carriage had stopped, so focused as she was on her needlepoint. 

Ms. Heliotrope called for Mr. Digweed, and Maria stuck her head out of the window to find that he was standing before a wrought iron gate. He fiddled with a ring of keys, and it seemed their journey could only go on once it was opened.

“Must be a half-wit!” Ms. Heliotrope muttered snidely after Mr. Digweed did not answer their calls. 

Maria laughed, and pulled herself back inside, only to be grabbed, roughly around her shoulders. Now, Maria had never been grabbed so forceful! Ms. Heliotrope was always kind and gentle, and even when she smacked Maria’s wrist with a ruler, it was little more than a quick, reprimanding snap. Her father held her tightly in goodbye hugs, pulling her to him, picking her up in his arms when she was small. His hands had been firm, and strong, and she knew she would not fall. Other than that, no one had ever really touched her, or had any reason to. 

So when sharp fingers dug into Maria’s arms and began to remove her from the carriage window, there was very little she could do besides scream. And scream she did! 

Furthermore, Maria was a Lady, she had never been disciplined in manners of self-defense (a word that was not even in her lexicon). She had only ever met gentlemen with respectful hands, or other young ladies with soft, gloved fingers like her own. But, Maria knew how sharp her needle was, for in the early days of sewing and embroidery, she had pricked her fingers countless times. As it was her only weapon, she took it in her hand, raised it to the one on her arm, and dropped it. 

Maria blinked in surprise as the needle fell to the dirt road beneath her, and disappeared in a cloud of dust. 

“Maria!” Ms. Heliotrope called, her hands around Maria’s waist in a wasted effort to save her, but Ms. Heliotrope herself had been torn from the carriage. The old governess screamed, loud and shrill, as she herself was ripped away and thrown to the ground. 

“Ms. Heliotrope!” But Maria’s assailant was at last successful, and yanked her out through the window. 

Maria struggled against the sharp hands, before she fell onto the dirt road. (Which was a very long way to go when you were more or less hoisted to the top of the carriage.) Maria caught herself on her hands, her palms scraping against the dirt and gravel as she hissed in pain. Maria brushed her shaking hands and began searching the ground for her needle, but her Assailant jumped from the carriage roof and landed beside her. 

His hands took purchase on her shoulders, and he wrenched her to her feet, before he whipped her around, and Maria recognized him. 

“Where are they!”

The boy from London, at her father’s funeral. 

He shook her again, but she was frozen, unable to say anything. 

The very boy who had watched her from afar and disappeared as if into thin air!

He looked away from her, to where she could hear Digweed running towards them, and he shoved her. 

Suddenly, Maria was running, her hand caught in his. 

“No! Let go of me!” Maria dug her heels into the ground, and he stopped. She almost thought she would be able to get away, but the next moment he had thrown her over his shoulder and was running once more. 

To truly understand the predicament Maria found herself in, one must remember that Maria Merryweather was what one might call sheltered. Born and raised in a beautiful townhouse, in the very center of London, she was never without Ms. Heliotrope, or the servants of her house. Then, beside the butler (who more or less handled Father’s accounts in Father’s office while Father was away) and her Father (who was away more often than not, sometimes for months at a time. Maria was surrounded by women. And, above all, Maria was from London, while not free of crime, she had certainly never been the victim of any robberies, burglaries, assaults, murders, or kidnappings, as her shopping expeditions kept her on the safe side.

So, to be carted around the countryside, in the arms of a strange man, who had been stalking her since London, was not in Maria’s wheelhouse of expertise.   

It took Miss. Maria a moment to catch her breath, another to realize they had entered some kind of forest, and a final moment to get her voice back. 

“You put me down this second!” She said, each word punctuated with a sharp smack to his back. 

Her Assailant jostled her, her stomach landed painfully on his shoulder, before he himself spoke. “No can do, Princess, unless you tell me where the Pearls are.” 

Suddenly, the other highwayman - who had shoved Ms. Heliotrope to the ground - broke through the trees. “Robin! They’re trying to come after us!” 

“Shit.” Her Assailant - Robin - hissed. “Go that way, make noise, make a mess, leave an obvious trail, and circle back ‘round to the road.”

The Highwayman - who, now that Maria got a good look at his face, couldn’t have even been eighteen - nodded and followed the order, disappearing back into the trees without a moment’s hesitation.  

This Highwayman was named Henry, and he was a member of the De Noir Clan, not that Maria would know any of this. He was an only child and had kept to himself most of his life. Henry was what most would consider well mannered and polite, but to the loud, rowdy, destructive De Noirs, he was odd. He had found for himself three good friends, one of which was Robin, but he was always afraid they would realize that he was just as odd as everyone said and would abandon him. But nevermind all that. 

Maria did her best to escape Robin’s hold. 

Her methods were not limited to, but included: wiggling like a fish, attempting to crawl down his back, kneeing his stomach, blowing in his ear, rolling, fainting, and tickling. 

These methods made him: annoyed, irritated, and pissed off (though that word was not in Maria’s lexicon). 

They hadn’t gotten far when Robin threw her from his shoulder. 

As soon as he did, Maria ran, but clothed as she was in London’s most fashionable attire, she was woefully slow.

And her Assailant just so happened to not be wearing London’s latest fashion’s, and was much quicker. 

His hand wrapped around her wrist, and while she tried to beat him with her other, much freer hand, he had just grabbed it. With her hands disabled, she began to kick his shins. It was working! She knew this because he was grimacing, and barely concealing his pathetic groans, she just had to keep this up, and she’d be back in Ms. Heliotrope’s arms in a-

Robin pulled tightly on the ropes that now surrounded her wrists. 

“What-?” 

She backed away from him, and tried to get her hands out, but they chafed against the thick rope. She looked up at him, aghast that he would dare tie up a young lady, but he had bent down and was lifting up her skirts!

Maria gasped loudly, she tried to back away, but he snatched her ankle. And she fell like a tree. 

Maria had never fallen in this manner, and it quite hurt. There was a sharp jolt up her spine, and for a moment, she was convinced she had stopped breathing, and was about to die. 

Please be mindful, she had never experienced anything like this before! Being bound and gagged - Robin did take the cotton mask off his nose and tied it tightly to her face - was something that happened in stories! And those were usually the kind she wasn’t allowed to read, as the mind of a young lady was too sensitive for such topics. 

Her Assailant secured her two legs together, and tied the rope tightly, so she could not even wiggle her feet. 

Maria was once again in a state of shock, and she began to truly fear for her life. She could not ask questions, but her fear must have been obvious to Robin. 

A moment to introduce this Assailant. 

Robin was a young boy with a heavy burden on his shoulders. He had been raised with the expectation that he would one day rise up and take over the De Noir Clan as Coeur De Noir.

However, it was clear to any and all that he was the Coeur De Noir’s biggest disappointment. And that was a very impressive thing to manage when your sister, the once pride and joy of the entire De Noir Clan, had been disowned for falling in love with a Merryweather. 

Robin was a foolish boy, with foolish friends, and foolish interests, but he still longed for his father’s pride. 

The most Robin had ever done was track and trap animals, mostly birds and hares, not girls. And, while it was true that the De Noir Clan did not have the best reputation (one might say their reputation was the blackest in all of Moonacre Valley, if not all of England, perhaps not the world, as they’re were plenty of evil people in the world) the De Noirs were innocent of half of the things they were accused of. 

Kidnapping included. 

When they had heard word that Maria Merryweather would be coming to Moonacre, it was clear that she would be the Moon Princess to break the curse. Or at least attempt to. 

And the De Noirs could not have that.

Maria watched Robin’s lips part, and purse, part and purse, part and purse, before he spoke. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“At least!” Maria said, but really it sounded like “Arf veese!” through the gag.

“I promise, alright?” 

Robin, unfortunately, had big eyes, big beautiful, soulful eyes, and he seemed so truthful, and the longer Maria stared up into his big, beautiful, brown eyes, the more she believed him. She nodded. 

He nodded. 

She was on his shoulder again. 

Maria instantly cursed herself. How could she trust this person! How could she have ever even begun to believe a word he was saying! He was a kidnapper! Of course he would say anything to get her to comply! 

He had tied her up! Gagged her! Kidnapped her!

She was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of flour! 

Maria had always supposed she was a sensible girl, intelligent, and not so easily tricked. But of course, there was a difference between supposing and application. 

Most of the time, people who think they’d be brave and strong in certain situations, often aren’t. 

Still, Maria didn’t want to be lugged around like luggage, so she began to work at the gag, moving her mouth until it was out of her mouth, then on her chin, before she reached up…

With her hands… 

Maria furrowed her brow. For a kidnapper, he wasn’t a good one, was he? He should have tied her hands behind her back, rather than right in front of her! 

Maria pulled the gag around her neck and lifted herself up onto her elbows (prodding them into his back and shoulder was just an added benefit) “Please, tell me where we’re going?” 

He jumped in surprise, and he tried to look back at her (an impossible feat, really, since when you turn your head, you're bombarded with the side of the person you have hoisted on your shoulder) before he turned his eyes back to the road. 

“Castle Black.”

Maria did not know what that was. “Why?”

“Because, Moon Princess.” 

Maria shook her head. “I’m not a Princess, and I’m not even sure what a Moon Princess is supposed to be.”

“You’re a Merryweather aren’t you?” He asked, glaring down at his feet in confusion (hoping that he had not kidnapped the wrong person). 

Maria rolled her eyes. “Yes.”

“Maria Merryweather?”

“Yes!”

“Then you’re the Moon Princess.”

She groaned. “I still don’t know what that is!” 

He paused, and while she didn’t see it, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It's you! The Moon Princess is you!” 

“That makes no sense!” She placed her hands on his shoulder in an attempt to look him in the eye. “What am I? Princess of the Moon!”

“No! Don’t be ridiculous-!” 

But she had finally managed to escape his hold, only she hadn’t been trying to.  

As she lifted herself up onto his shoulder, the hold he had around her knees wasn’t expecting her weight, so she slipped right through. Maria fell to the floor and Robin caught her in his arms as she tumbled backwards, unable to balance due to her feet being tangled together, and her tied hands were caught between his chest and her own. 

To Maria, this was incredibly uncomfortable. To be pressed to someone so closely, that she had no proper relations with other than that he was her kidnapper, was hardly appropriate, and while they were in the middle of a forest, Maria looked around to make sure no one would see her in such a compromising position. 

To Robin, this was incredibly uncomfortable, but for completely different reasons. The one woman he had ever been remotely close to was his sister, who had abandoned him when he was seven years old. To say he was inexperienced with women didn’t come close to the truth of the matter, which was that he didn’t know any women (his father’s consort hardly counted). To hold Maria Merryweather in his arms  was a feeling he was unprepared to deal with.

And, well, no one wants to read on and on about ‘soft, feminine bodies’ because that’s gross. Besides, that wasn’t what made Robin so uncomfortable. It was one of the things, to be sure, but not the major one. 

Maria had lovely eyes. A charming mix of green and brown, with little speckles around her iris, and long lashes that framed them. 

Robin did not make a habit of getting lost in the eyes of pretty girls, but all habits start somewhere, and his may have very well begun here. 

Maria swallowed thickly, and pushed at his chest. He stepped away, but did not let go, lest she fall. “Now, please, tell me: what is a Moon Princess?”

Robin blinked, and shook his head sharply. “A Moon Princess- I don’t know how to describe it without giving you the full story.”

“Give me the full story then.” She commanded, and despite the ropes that adorned her wrists and ankles, she gave the impression of being the one in charge. 

It seemed as if Robin was going to consider it, before Henry broke through the trees. 

Robin quickly bent down, and picked her back up, making her yelp at its suddenes. 

“They’ll be running in circles ‘til nightfall!” Henry proclaimed proudly. 

“Good, that gives us plenty of time, let's go.” 

Maria spent the rest of the journey planning her escape. 

Henry walked ahead of Robin, quicker without a heavy burden, and Robin did not have eyes in the back of his head, so neither saw as Maria used her teeth to untie the knot on her rope. To reiterate, Robin was not a good kidnapper. 

Of course, untying the knot would not solve her feet being strung together. Nevertheless, Maria bit, and spit out fibers, and pulled with her teeth, until it fell loose. It almost fell to the floor, but she caught, and wrapped it loosely around her hands, tucking the end in, so it looked as if her hands were still bound. 

It was at this moment that two other boys came out to greet them.

“Robin! There you are! You’ve been gone- Robin, the hell is that?”

Maria heard his gentle huff. “The Moon Princess!”

“The Moon Princess!” One laughed in disbelief, and she tried to lift herself up and look over her shoulder at the two. 

“Stole ‘er right outta ‘er carriage.” Henry supplied, crossing his arms in a misplaced sense of superiority. 

“Did you?” The last one said, he was quieter than the others, and Maria twisted around to see him. 

Robin had picked Henry to come along because of the four of them, he was the strongest, and when kidnapping someone, it made sense to bring someone strong to do the heavy lifting. Of course, Robin was still holding Maria, and Henry was not.  

“Maria Merryweather.” Robin said, “The Moon Princess.” 

One of them whistled. “Impressive!” 

“We’re taking her to my father. Let’s get a move on.” 

The two come to the other side of Robin, and Maria glared at them. 

“More Highwaymen?” 

One smirked. “We’re a package deal, your Highness!”

The other one simply glared at her. 

These boys were Richard and David, respectively, of the group Richard was the most nimble, he was an excellent lock picker, and a good distraction, especially if it was a lady who needed distracting. Then there was David. David was a very dangerous thing: intelligent. He was the slightest of them all, and rather scrawny, but he had a mind for strategy. He was slow to trust, but adroit in the De Noir business. Which was, of course, preserving their black reputation. 

Maria looked between the two of them, before deciding it was best to keep her eyes on the forest floor. And her hands, to make sure the rope never fell off. 

When at last they came to Castle Black (which had once been foreboding and treacherous, but was now falling apart, and mended haphazardly with ill-fitting wooden structures) Robin set her down on the ground and cut through the ropes around her feet. 

“Let’s go.” He said, and rather gingerly, wrapped his arm around her bicep. 

The boys had formed a circle around her, Robin at her side, Henry ahead of her, David on her other side, and Richard behind, so no one touched her, so no one could really see her. 

Castle Black was not home to many of the De Noir Clan, as a village rested on the other side of the hill. The men that were there, were guards, or workers of the house, however. 

When they came through the gate and up the courtyard, the men gathered around them, forming a jeering and taunting crowd. As she walked by, they shouted and catcalled, the likes of which Maria had never before heard. 

“C’mon, Robin, let me take ‘er to the Coeur!” 

“Got yerself a lil’ Moon Princess, eh boy?”

“Let me haves a look!”

She did her best to ignore them, but her jaw trembled, how could these men be so cruel? 

She wasn’t even fourteen. 

Someone threw something, and it landed on her face. She came to an abrupt halt and gasped sharply, her hands swiped away what she was sure were the rotten remains of a tomato. 

“Henry.” Robin said, and Henry broke off from the group, David came to stand slightly in front of her, and she heard the sounds of a fight breaking out. 

Her head whipped around to see Henry’s fist colliding with a man’s jaw. She gasped at the violence and tripped over her own feet, before Robin righted her and led her on. 

Straight into the Castle’s maw of a front door. 

The jeering men followed after them, into the dark halls, and she felt something pull at her bustle. 

A startled yelp escaped her throat, and she spun around just in time to see Richard’s hand twisting a man’s wrist. The man groaned in pain as he fell to the floor. 

“Come along.” Robin whispered, his hand squeezing her arm, and trying to make her walk a little faster. 

They came out into an open, imposing hall, covered in images of roaring lions and snakes, lit with fire, filled with harsh laughter, and men in dark hooded cloaks. 

A falcon sheriked, everything stopped, and all eyes were on Maria. 

“Well! What do we have here?” A man stood from his chair, and Maria got the feeling that he was very important, as he looked down his nose at her.

She was right, of course. This was the Coeur De Noir, a ferocious, cruel, merciless man (if you believed all that was said about him). A tyrant, a mercenary, an outlaw, save here in his own Castle. 

To understand the Coeur, one must understand his position. 

Moonacre Valley was a bountiful land, the last truly magical place in all the world, and it was his (and the Merryweather’s) in days of old. The De Noir’s had to defend their home from peril and invaders, but it was never enough. It wasn’t until one of the Coeurs, many moons ago, came up with the plan to become a great evil. Or at least, make it appear that they were a great evil. 

Suddenly, the De Noir Clan was feared, and none dared to even enter the forest that they so zealously guarded.  

Ever since, every Coeur was given the same task: to be black, dangerous, and terrifying. 

What more, this particular Coeur knew that the very next full moon would bring about the end of the Merryweathers. It was a great honor, and it was his fate to be champion of Moonacre, so long as he did not fail.

“Welcome, Moon Princess.” He said, when Robin pushed her before him. Maria stumbled, but did not fall. 

As scared as she was - and she was terrified - she did not let it show, choosing instead to glare up at the man. 

“Robin, I had no idea you would be bringing me such a present! Well done.” 

Robin swallowed, unused to the praise, and not quite sure he liked what he was being praised for. His lips twitched into a semblance of a smile. 

The Coeur De Noir grinned at Maria, he stepped down from the platform his table was raised up on, and knelt down next to her. 

“Your downfall means our victory.” His smile was carved deep into his face, curling like devil’s smoke. “Throw her in the dungeons!” 

The men around her burst into vicious cheers, and Robin was hauling her away once more.

He and the three other Highwaymen lead her past the gathered crowds, and to the prison tower.

They crossed a rickety bridge, and Maria got her first real glimpse of Moonacre Valley. She could hardly believe how beautiful it truly was. London was smoke, and stone, manners and restriction; the Valley was anything but that. Vibrant, and alive, and green, and majestic, but all too soon, her view was stolen from her, and she remembered that she was being taken to a dungeon. 

Robin let go of her arm in favor of jabbing at her already abused spine to propel her down the cell-lined hall.

“Leave me alone, you oaf!” She spun around and shouted at him, her annoyance eclipsing her terror. She had had a long and dreadful day; she had been kidnapped, tied up, taunted, she was without her Ms. Heliotrope, being escorted to a dungeon, and this stupid, rude, boy of a criminal still had a mind to push her around! She had had enough, and did not care any longer about propriety, or her fear, or his eyes!

Robin leaned down, so their faces were level, “You know, for someone in your current predicament, I have to admire your spirit.”

But her feet were free, and his legs were parted, and if Maria knew one thing, it was how to kick. 

(Maria, of course, would not know until much later why kicking a man betwixt his legs hurt so much, as a woman’s education on male anatomy was saved until the night of her wedding. Maria merely knew that kicking would be effective in some manner. Not that she knew she was kicking his manhood.)

Her knee met his crotch, and he crumpled in pain. The boys behind him burst into laughter, before he launched himself at her. 

“Feisty, that one is!” One of them shouted. 

“Witch!” And his hands were once again rough and painful as he shoved her in the last cell. 

“I wouldn’t take that from her, Robin!” The boys taunted, “What’re you gonna do, toss her out?” 

“Hey! Lock her in!” Robin snapped at the guard. 

“Right, sir.” 

With one final push, she stumbled into the cell, and the door slammed in her face.

Robin waved mockingly at her, but she didn’t care about that. 

She cared about how stupid she had been. 

The boys laughed as they walked away, leaving her in the cage, locking her away like she was nothing.

“Guard watch her, she’s slippery.” Robin called out, casting her one last glance over his shoulder. There was, of course, some remorse that she had missed. 

Robin wasn’t a bad person, despite the fact that that was what he was born to be, and he couldn’t stop the sour taste in his mouth, as their eyes met.  

The cell door locked. The guard turned away, back to rest in his chair. Maria ripped the rope from her hands and threw it to the floor. She scampred around the cell, looking out the windows, only to find them barred, and high out of her reach. Other than that, there was no way out. 

Maria huffed, and sat down on the floor, rubbing her red wrists as she tried not to cry. 

She began to play with the little bauble that was left to her by her mother. 

It was Saturn, the sixth planet. Maria untied it from her neck, and unlatched it. The inside was hollow, and contained the mementos of her mother.

A lock of her mother’s hair, a pretty curl, that shined in the light like freshly fallen snow. 

A little ring, too big to ever fit on Maria’s child-sized hand. She was pleased to find that it did fit now, on her forefinger. A golden band, with a large pearl set in the middle. 

A tear catcher, filled by her mother’s final tears. It was a small, dark blue bottle that contained little liquid, because her mother had been strong, and she had not cried on her deathbed. She only shed tears as she kissed her daughter goodbye. 

That was what Ms. Heliotrope had told her, however untrue it may be. 

These were her greatest treasures; the very last of what she had of her mother. Maria wore it in times of great tribulation - or when it matched her outfit - and she was glad she had worn it that day. 

Because this was perhaps the greatest tribulation she had ever faced. 

She returned her items to the locket, and wept bitterly.

☾

Ms. Heliotrope and the one she called “Dogwood” ran through the woods for hours, each thinking they saw the back of the two young men’s black clothes, before rushing after them, only to find an empty glade.

“There she is!” Ms. Heliotrope cried, she had seen her ward’s lovely blue travel dress, but as she leapt from the brush and looked around, she realized they had made it back to the place where they had started. “Oh, damn it all!” Ms. Heliotrope beat her fists against her thighs, and squeezed her eyes shut tight, not allowing herself to cry. 

Mr. Digweed burst out of the bush and bumped into her. 

“Oh! Mr. Dogwood, please!” 

“Sorry, ma’am!” He looked away bashfully, before he saw the carriage too. “That’ll be us, then.”

“What do you mean?”

Mr. Digweed stepped around the frazzled city woman and made his way up the steep hill to the coach. 

“Mr. Dogwood! What about Maria-”

“Well, you see ma’am, there’s not much more we can do! I don’t know the forest, and you are run ragged!” 

Ms. Heliotrope blinked away tears. “So- so Maria is gone? Forever?”

“Of course not! I know who took ‘er!” And he smiled proudly. 

“You know- who, my man! Who!”

He jumped, and held his arms in front of his face as if she were close to attacking him (she was). “The De Noirs, ma’am, the De Noirs! We need to tell Sir Benjamin, ma’am! Right away!” 

Ms. Heliotrope glanced back over the shoulder, to the woods where she had been led on a wild goose chase, and relented. “Very well.”

Mr. Digweed helped her back into the coach, and whipped the horses onward.

Ms. Heliotrope picked up her needlepoint, but she did not have the heart to continue. 

The gate was only an hour away from the Manor, but time seemed to drag, and she feared the very worst for her poor girl. 

Ms. Heliotrope was a proud, intelligent, and sacrificial woman. She had been teaching young girls for most of her adult life, but she had always been fondest of a young girl named Elizabeth. Who was a bit sarcastic, a bit stubborn, and a bit foolhardy. She always made Ms. Heliotrope laugh, and when Ms. Heliotrope had doubts about her noble pursuits, she merely thought of her dear Eliza, and carried on. When Eliza married, and grew pregnant, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind who could be there for her. Ms. Heliotrope had even assisted in the birth! Very much out of her wheelhouse, and when Eliza passed, Ms. Heliotrope promised she would always look after Maria. 

So, for Maria to be- For Maria… Ms. Heliotrope couldn’t bear to even put her worry in words. And her settled stomach became quite unsettled. 

When at last they arrived, Sir Benjamin stood in the shadowy doorway like a phantom. “Welcome to Moonacre Manor.” He said as Mr. Digweed opened Ms. Heliotrope’s door and led her out.  

“Sir Benjamin, Sir-!” Mr Digweed began, but so did Ms. Heliotrope, and they spoke over one another. 

“Sir! Not an hour from this very doorstep, we were accosted-:”

“-Those nasty, De Noirs, sir! I know they’re the ones behind-”

“-Frightened for my life!” 

“-but they were too quick for us, sir, and got away-”

“-Please, Sir Benjamin, you must-”

“Enough.” Sir Benjamin’s voice was clear, and firm, enough to put anyone in their place, but that kind of authority came with being an English Lord. “Where is my niece?”

“That’s what we’re trying to tell you, Sir.” Digweed swallowed, and averted his eyes. “The De Noirs, Sir, they took her.”

“What? What do you mean?” Sir Benjamin’s shrewd eyes jumped between them, but they shriveled under his gaze. 

This is when Ms. Heliotrope began to cry in earnest. Mr Digweed was quick to wrap his arm around her shoulders and usher her inside, as Sir Benjamin rolled his eyes and stepped out of their way. 

“Digweed, bring me my whip!” Sir Benjamin called, leaving at once to the stables to ready his horse for departure, it was time he paid the De Noir’s a visit. “After you calm that woman down, that is.” 

#tsom #moonacreweek2023 #locket #im very excited for this upcoming week! #I may make some edits to this later #merrynoir #benday #the secret of moonacre #fanfiction #my writing

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hello!! i have a lot of names, you can call me pocket or finch or chirp or starling or robin!!!! if you’re feeling silly you can put any bird and i’ll probably respond. i use any pronouns :]

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I think I should try to make it less text spam, but it's just I kept it all in my head for years, sorry

Apprenticember days 7-10

| Days 1-2 | Days 3-6 |

Day 7 More about appearence and style

I'l be using already existing pallets and photoes because I don't have too much art yet

First colors I chose for Robin were warmish shades of grey to represent ashes that they rised from and golden-yellow for their eyes just like the flames they died in. Their collors changed to these less naturall shades after resurrection.

Here are some edited portraits from art breeder of Robin before and after they died.

Their favorite color soon became the yellow ochre, a deep clayish color and also pretty similar to Robin's symbolic bird's colors. And then every pallet that has such color in it is a good inspiration to make something that would suit Robin.

I dug a lot in old fashion magazines for my uni, and Im terribly in love with 80s silhouettes.

I would cast this person to play live-action Robin 😍

To sum up Robin likes loose pants and blouses, puffy sleeves, high-waist bottom clothes. They like layering so it's vests, overcoats, belts, scarves, cloaks. Also hey prefere embroidery over jewelry. They have their ears pirced and they have a few pairs of earings in collection.

Day 9 Familliar

"Carrot" is just a silly little name that Robin gave to a species of tiny little birdies they have been meeting in a forest since they were a child. Qute a lort of them lived in the area. Robin was surprised to keep meeting one particular bird even after they moved to live and learn magic in their aunt's shop.

Carrot is non-tamed animal, brave enough to approach and get fed but not enough to let people catch or hold her. She can sit on a hand, head or shoulder, even nest there as a sign of her highest affinity but does not like being touched.

Carrot is nesting in a well hidden spot of roof space of the magic shop. She is very protective of her nest.

Faust is educated not to attack Carrot (orange friend), but Carrot is always cautious of Faust and flies away the exact moment Faust's tiny had pops up.

Carrot only shows up on rare occasions such as Robin feeling unwell mentally or physically. She also appears in anticipation of upcoming truobling events starting from bad weather up to dead evil count being resurrection on a masquerade night, if you know what I mean :'3

Carrot's singing is very musical and has a a healing cheering effect on Robin and those who listen carefully. Robin can hear her voice from longer distances.

Day 10: Patron Arcana

(pure headcanon, don't address me on that, i don't know what I'm doin 🥲)

Robin's patron Arcana is The Fool. The Fool is unlike any of other patron, he has his own ways of existence. He's null and complex at the same time, which makes him beyond reach of any other Arcana. The Fool is more a power and a concept than a particular person or character, and he does not have his estate in magic realm - no limits or borders exist for him. However there is Scout, a associate and guardian of The Fool and they are believed to hold part of his powers and to be the last frontier keeping The Fool safe and under control.

Robin is in a compete awe over Scout. They think Scout is the prettiest cutest creature but always treats them with respect as a magical being should be treated. They understand each other pretty well.

Day 10: Relationships to the other arcana

Robin has not been close to any of the arcana in person. They listen carefully to what cards whisper when they make readings and tryed to be polite to the deck. Asra taught Robin everything they know on tarot(he had to do it twice, oouf). But these always were more of a relationship with the deck itself. The instrument of a magical art created by Asra coud show character. But when it chosed to speak - it was with clear and deep voices of the archetypes.

When in in game timeline Robin met several of Major Arcana, they recognized them and were both confused and excited for the opportunity.

#apprenticember #the arcana #the arcana game #fan apprentice #robin the apprentice

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I posted 13,994 times in 2022

That's 11,840 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (0%)

13,951 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 5,987 of my posts in 2022

#oh - 5,764 posts

#queue? - 5,761 posts

#jason todd - 312 posts

#batman - 309 posts

#dc - 303 posts

#tim drake - 286 posts

#bruce wayne - 250 posts

#dick grayson - 246 posts

#batfam - 231 posts

#red hood - 188 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#the person he’s talking to is like ‘what do you mean ‘seems fake’ it’s like. newton’s first law. did you never take a physics class?’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

My favourite thing from the "Cersei used to swap places with Jaime so she could have sword fighting and politics lessons" is that it implies that Jaime wore a dress and went to Cersei's embroidery and sewing lessons. I have yet to see anyone address this beyond a vague 'yea, Jaime pretended to be Cersei with a dress'. guys. guys. Jaime probably had to attend multiple lessons with a septa and learn how to make pretty stitches. Fuck all your 'Cersei is a great lord and mother but a bad queen' rants, I want to hear your 'Jaime is a good lady and knight but a bad lord' rants. Give me detailed analysis of what lady lessons Jaime would be best in. I bet that it's dancing and one time with Brienne he got distracted and started doing all the lady's moves by instinct and everyone watching just blue-screened because he is way better and more practised at the feminine moves than the masculine ones.

49 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#4

duke thomas is the most likely to rick-roll the batcomputer and barbara gordon is the most likely to help him and saying that it's tim and steph is lies and slander because that implies that tim is a good enough hacker to do so and also willing to listen to steph when she vents about bruce and comes up with her newest idea to annoy the man

128 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#3

Duke headcanon:

That boy has no shadow. None. Sometimes he has two. He needs to make a conscious effort to have the right amount of shadows. He often forgets and freaks his siblings out.

2,528 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

#2

Working with kids is a gift and a blessing and also a practice of hearing increasingly extremely concerning things and I bet Batman knows exactly how I feel. I bet sometimes he’ll be on patrol with one of the chaotic little buggers and they’ll start spouting off some weird shit like,,,,

“And Charizards my favourite because he’s like a dragon but he’s also not so he’ll be my friend and not eat me. But I think if I ask nicely he’ll burn my furby and eat him.” (Real quote from one of my students)

And Batman has to just look down at his kid and be like “…that’s nice Robin” and move on

3,945 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

There’s a ‘Teenage Dirtbag’ trend on TikTok and everyone keeps commenting “omg this is Jason Todd”

No. Jason Todd was your polite theatre kid. Tim Drake, Terry McGinnis, Duke Thomas, and Stephanie Brown were the teenage dirtbags. Tim was a skateboarding 90s kid, Terry got arrested, Duke started a gang, and Steph was a teen mom.

5,024 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

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I’ve started making a list of the research rabbit holes that I’ve pulled all-nighters for this year.

It’s not much, but it’s honest work. Enjoy :)

“‘Hag-feminist theory’ in Diana Wynne Jones’s Howls moving castle”

“Simone biles gymnastic career”

“The history of ‘clocks’”(not the timepiece, the embroidery on stockings)

“Endangered Peruvian languages”

“Bird symbolism in Tolkien’s the Silmarillion”

“The life (and death) of every Robin in the DC comic universe”

“Costuming for the movie ‘promising young woman’”

“Sony’s legal connections to Spider-Man”

“Dark triad theory”

“The process of breaking an American mustang”

“The CIAs involvement in the assassination of JFK”

“Kirby lore”

“Native American land disputes in pottawatomie, Kansas”

“Tracing the ownership of the Mandalorian dark saber”

“The art career of Disney animator Hyrum Osmund”

“Domestication of deer”

“The violation of constitutional rights in public schools”

“How to Train your dragon concept art” 

“The life of the clerk who first listened to the watergate tapes”

“The settling of the Volga river valley in Russia by the Germans”

“My little pony”

“Death and funerary customs in the Jewish culture”

“Reddit users’ Defense arguments for Kataang”

…”Sleep disorders”

#Yes I’m on Ritalin why do you ask #Adhd #hyperfixation #all nighter #Lotr #rabbit hole #research #Closet nerd

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With the festive season just around the corner,

We consider ourselves lucky to have the immense creative invention and skill of Bettina Reeves and Mayumi Takahagi to hand make all of our wonderful, bespoke Christmas decorations each year. They have been helping us since 2018 and each year have added to the themed decorations throughout the public areas and in our private function rooms.

From a beautiful Christmas tree made from swathes of glorious green fabric, silken pom poms and twinkling lights to a Havana-style Rum Shack in the Ballroom Bar, prancing hares, dainty robins, wise snowy owls and gold frosted wreaths made from entirely natural foraged materials, they have really allowed their imaginations to run wild and created some truly magical Festive displays for us.

Our first Bettina and Mayumi tree in production, 2018.

Finished tree in the foyer at The Angel, 2018.

The Rum Shack, created for Havana Nights parties, 2019.

A parliament of owls, 2020/2021.

Hares prancing in the Cellar, 2018.

A couple of weeks ago, Bettina and Mayumi held a decoration making workshop that staff and other helpers were invited to attend.

It was a lovely day, we sat together in the Ballroom and learnt how to make the beautiful birdsa and stars that adorn the displays in December. 

We thought it was a shame to keep this all to ourselves and have written this exclusive guide to enable you to make decorations just like ours at home.

How to make an embroidered Christmas star decoration;

What you will need;

Felt in any colour you choose, we used white for our stars

Thin wadding

Embroidery needle and thread, again in any colour of your choice

Sequins for decoration

A4 sheet of card

Step 1

Cut a star shape, roughly 12cm diameter from the A4 sheet of card, this will be your guide for cutting out the shape of your decoration. 

Step 2

Using the card star shape as your guide, cut out 2 star shapes from the felt and 1 from the thin wadding. Then, line up the 3 stars with the wadding in between the 2 felt stars

Step 3 

Starting at one of the internal corners, blanket stitch all the way around the outside of the star in the coloured thread of your choice. Make sure to remember to split your embroidery thread strands so you have only 2 or 3

Step 4

Once you have stitched all the way around the outside of your star you are ready to get creative with decoration, use different coloured threads, sequins, beads or any other bits you like to create patterns on both sides of your star. Using a water erasable marker pen for guidance can be helpful, or chalk.

See the images below for some inspiration. 

Step 5

Use the needs to thread a thicker length of embroidery thread or ribbon through one of the stars points for hanging and tie it in a knot.

Step 6

Hang it in pride of place on your Christmas tree!

Once you have mastered the simple star shape, you may want to move on to other shapes such as birds, see some photos below of bird shapes have embroidered for decorations too…

Here is a sheet to print for an easy guide to follow at home...

Tag us on social media to be in with a chance of winning an exclusive Angel Hotel Festive Season 2023 mug and tea towel set designed by Alexis Snell. Winners will be chosen on 23rd December 2023.

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Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Robin Redbreast Machine Embroidery Design, Machine Embroidery Robin Redbreast, Robin Design, 8xSizes, Christmas Robin Design, Bird Applique #birthday #halloween #embroidery #machineembroidery #christmasdesign #christmasembroidery #embroiderycute #appliquedesign #fallappliquedesign #fallembroidery #autumnal #fall🍁 #autumn #fallingleaves #machineembroiderydesign #machineembroidery #machineembroiderydesigns #embroidery #embroiderydesigns #embroiderymachine #myfirstchristmas #digitalfile https://etsy.me/3z0LEH9 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj-6QvWM88x/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#etsy #birthday #halloween #embroidery #machineembroidery #christmasdesign #christmasembroidery #embroiderycute #appliquedesign #fallappliquedesign #fallembroidery #autumnal #fall🍁 #autumn #fallingleaves #machineembroiderydesign #machineembroiderydesigns #embroiderydesigns #embroiderymachine #myfirstchristmas #digitalfile

[talfrynlives]

#cottagecore #robin #bird #snowdrop #notebook #journaling #handmade #craft

[acbeaudry]

Yet another embroidered handkerchief gift. A little robin for a friend who studied ornithology.

#Embroidery #Hand embroidery #handkerchief #robin #bird #handmade