#seed sewing

[ofswordsandpens]

im rereading the lightning thief and I forgot that the other campers were so freaked by Percy after he had been claimed + decimated those Ares kids that they wouldn't train with him anymore and he had to have solo sword lessons with Luke

#oh the fear the drama the tragedy of being a child of the big three #(I love it) #also not to think from the point of view of a villian #but Luke bestie baby this was prime manipulation time to try and convince percy to willingly side with kronos #and sew more seeds of doubt in percy's head #(I mean Luke clearly wanted him dead so that he would be the specialist boy) #but in a different world I guess where Luke was a little smarter as a villain #its interesting to think about

[retrogamingblog2]

Crochet Koroks made by ElizettaCrafts

#zelda #art #koroks #crafts #crochet #sewing #knitting #amigurumi #breath of the wild #botw #switch #nintendo swtich #plush #gaming #video games #legend of zelda #handmade #handcrafted #cute #korok seeds #hetsu #gifts #merch #etsy #artists #loz #hyrule #hylian #totk #Tears of the kingdom

[tj-crochets]

A fancy little inky mushroom creature in his fancy little hat!

#sewing #handmade #mushroom creature #mushroom creature plushie #inky cap mushroom creature #the drips are mostly black seed beads with some purple beads at some of the ends #because I did not have irregularly shaped black beads #and I wanted some shape variance

[squarebracket-trickster]

Writing a story is like knitting. You gotta keep picking up the stitches from the previous rows. It's not even about plot holes. It's the momentum, the pacing. You get to a place where you have no stitch to pick up and the whole thing grinds to a halt. The story drags, sags even. It's missing something. You gotta go back and find that stitch.

#not me coming to the end of part 1 in draft 0 and realizing I didn't sew any seeds for part 2 to grow from #excuse me while I go back and shove something in #wipxi pod #writing #novel writing

[theminionjcfucked]

CIRIE FUCKING FIELDS

#big brother #cbs #bb25 #like #she’s just too good #sewing seeds of distrust and chaos #I love her

[kassandras-one-braincell]

nonono but cowboy!kassandra anon is such a genius they got me thinking about a slowburn between cowboy!kass and milkmaid!reader...

🧵

It starts with Kassandra being unapologetically vocal about liking what she sees. She offers to carry those heavy pails for you after a day under the beating sun - pails she'd be able to carry in one hand without breaking a sweat, if there wasn't a risk of the milk spilling over - and you thank her with a glass of sweet tea that evening.

Some weeks later, one of your cows does a runner. You're anxious about the poor thing's safety, but also, you're worried about the impact it will have on your trade. You can't afford another cow. Shakily, you confide in her, and despite her trip to your cattle ranch being arduous in the heat, she disregards her tiredness in the name of roping the runaway back in. The worry fading from your face and the kiss on the cheek you give her in thanks makes it all worth it.

Kassandra has never been one for the simple life, but over time, you help her discover an appreciation for it. She spends the night, sometimes. Helps you around the ranch, does some heavy lifting. Gives some disgruntled dairy traders a reason to think twice before opening their mouths. Alone, she'd be bored shitless, but you sweeten the deal.

You're grateful for the helping hands, and, well, they are lovely hands. It's hard to ignore the excited hammering of your heart against your chest in the leadup to her regular visits, or how it heightens tenfold when she asks to stay the night, sometimes several nights in a row. Or how both of your eyes linger for a few more seconds than appropriate on one another's bodies.

All you need is a catalyst: you ask for Kassandra to teach you how to tie a lasso, just in case one of your cows takes a second shot at freedom. She laughs that light, yet rich laugh of hers. "I'll be here to handle that, honey," she chuckles, but catches herself. "If I'm welcome to stay, that is." In her head, she has found a home at last. A home in your company, one that would move wherever the wind took you. But you allowing her to settle down beside you...that's quite the bold presumption.

You kiss her for it.

#im gayyyyyy im gay im gay #you planted the seed and i have tried my best to sew it #tailor anon 🧵 sewing up something magical #kassandra x reader #kassandra of sparta #kassandra #cowboy au

[qrgshvkfbnhfbbgf]

I am going to lose my mind over the bathrooms. Phil trying to put 3-4 bathrooms in a 3 bedroom house. Dan's tasteful bathroom is just a toilet so the only washing area is in the ensuite.

Separate piss areas? The pee bush? This is a piss house with one shower

#dan and phil #dan and phil games #please #sewing the seed for the three bathroom agenda right at the end of the video

[strawbubbysugar]

Bethroned Rewrite Chapter 24

#bethroned project #:3 #me when I am worldbuilding and sewing the seeds of confusion

[chipped-chimera]

Seeing crochet clothing being 'in' now is always kind of frustrating as someone who can actually crochet for shit (evidence attached) because as much as I'd love to be able to maybe sell some of that work, ultimately you can't compete with that store (machine?)grade shit. A crochet maxi-skirt made from granny squares is selling for AUD $60. AUD $60 wouldn't even cover the cost of the materials (in a nice, wearable quality yarn). :/

Well at least when I make something I know it's not gonna be basic bitch shit -

#kerytalk #crochet #fuck corpos #I guess I can file this under that #also no joke this has been on the last row for nearly a year because I'm just 'if I finish it what the fuck do I do #I think it cost me idk ... 150? AUD for materials #this is just acrylic but it doesn't feel shit #I flip flop on starting a small business for money because I do have a lot of creative hobby knowledge I can sell #crochet and then I can make seed-bead earrings #I can sew decent too #made a bunch of masks during the pandemic #I just really do not have the energy to market that shit though #right now I'm considering learning to sculpt jewellery for 3D printing #but I think I'd need someone to team up with because managing that commercially is beyond me #I GUESS #ventpost

[kingfakey]

glad everyone is agreement that not only is emily the worst and a bully but probably a racist. good job team!

#survivor 45 #also ppl on Reddit saying she’s a villain and i thought u ppl liked villains on reality TV #like true we do but she’s not being a villain #she’s just being a bully to every black person she speaks to??? #sorry it’s episode 1 you don’t get to be a villain sewing seeds of distrust among your own tribe on day one #that’s what the merge is for #/b

[tigrensis]

POV: you over slept by a few thousand years on the family farm

#costume #costume design #larp costume #larp #larp character #larp stuff #queer artist #cosplay #larp oc #sewing #ageing and distressing #costume breakdown #wip #costume wip #stanpipe #going to get the seeds on soon its just starting to get warm again

[critter-casey]

“Takeout” (digital illustration) — CW

#takeout #happy mouse #mousy muncher #cartoonists on tumblr #illustrators on tumblr #artists on tumblr #rudimentary sewing #rodentmentary sewing #seeds #dinner #gatherer #digital drawing #digital illustration #tayasui sketches #tayasuisketches #critter casey #casey white

[megraen]

Start of the breakdown I'm doing for @derelictheretic on John Seed's jacket, as I'm planning to sew it up for them.

I can work out the panelling, stitching and pieces needed for the jacket. The fun part will be sourcing the fabric and buttons, as John is so couture~

The next step is getting measurements so I can start drafting the pattern for the toile (mock garment).

#john seed #far cry 5 #fashion designs #far cry #fc5 #sewing #costume #costume design

[lordgrimwing]

Friends and Family #03

“This is nice,” Maglor said, stretched out on a beach towel, as his dripping brother settled next to him, wet from running in the gentle waves with his adopted sons. He closed the novel he'd picked up at a second-hand store the day before.

Maedhros grunted, his mouth occupied by several bobby pins as he fixed his hair, recoiling the soaking braid atop his head. The whole point of pinning his hair up so tightly was to keep it out of the salt water, but he hadn’t expected Elros and Elrond to grab his hands and drag him down into a particularly large wave. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this happy,” Maglor continued, nodding to the boys splashing and paddling in the waves, their nearly shoulder-length hair hanging in loose, soaked clumps.

“They love it,” Maedhros said with a soft smile. He’d come up from that wave spitting sand and might have been irritated except he ended up with two armfuls of very excited peredhil. By the time he left the surf, he’d become much better at diving through waves. 

They sat in silence for a minute, taking in the scene: seagulls cried overhead, keeping a sharp eye out for abandoned snacks; the twins played along the shore, a younger elf child coming over to join them; other families staked out their claim across the sand, leaving towels and umbrellas to mark their favored spots. The beach was both busy and soothing.

“We should do this more.” Maedhros decided, rinsing his mouth out with water from a bottle and then taking several drinks.

Maglor raised his eyebrows. Fëanor nearly had a fit when they announced that they’d be taking a few days off work during the week so they could do something with the boys during their school holiday. “Who’s going to tell father?” 

His brother rolled his eyes in a way that would have had Fëanor pinching his ear if he were an elfling again. “He can take his doctor's advice and take up birdwatching,” He said dismissively.

As the eldest sons, they were privy to more details of their father's health than he appreciated.

Maglor snorted at the suggestion. 

More seriously, Maedhros said, “Maybe just an occasional weekend, then.”

They watched the boys and their new friend join a group of older dwarves building an impressive sandcastle. Maglor smiled. “We really should.”

The sun arched across the clear blue sky. Maglor called Elros and Elrond back for lunch. They ate cold tuna salad sandwiches from the cooler on a blanket Maedhros spread on the sand so they could all sit together. Elros showed the adults the blue shell Elrond found in the tide, proudly telling them about the cool shells they found over the years on the coast further south. The younger twin hesitantly asked if he could make necklaces for them all from pieces of the shell when they went back to the city. 

After lunch, the twins wanted to go back into the ocean.

“Not right after eating,” Maglor shook his head. “Wait thirty minutes.”

Elros looked like he might want to argue, but his brother grabbed his hand and demanded that he bury him under the sand so he could pretend to be a baby sea turtle.

Maedhros took off his shirt, arching his back and enjoying the warm sun on it. Their father really might have an aneurysm if he found out exactly how publicly immodest his sons got when he wasn’t there to frown at them for rolling up their pant legs. He repacked the cooler and sprawled out on the towel, stretching his long arms and legs and bumping into the other occupant. He grinned at his brother. “Join us this time,” He invited. 

Maglor picked up his book and fingered the pages. “I'll get sand in my hair,” He said. He's done his hair up in a dark half bun, leaving a loose tail down his back.

“I'll braid it for you.” He said. “The rest of us need to wash tonight already.”

“Promise not to push me under?” 

“I would never,” Maedhros laughed, recalling when, decades ago, they were teaching their younger brothers how to sail on a windy lake. Caranthir insisted that the flimsy life jackets couldn't possibly keep them safe in the waves, refusing to set foot on the light boat. When it became clear that he wouldn't trust the words of his brothers, Maedhros shoved Maglor off the edge, leaving him to flounder in the water until their three younger brothers boarded.

Maglor shuffled around so he faced away from Maedhros. “Go ahead and braid.”

The tall redhead sat up. He quickly undid the bun and set about dividing the other’s hair into four parts at the crown of his head.

They sat quietly while he worked, Maglor watching the other families.

A human woman with frizzled brown hair caught a child who looked about seven years old by the elbow. She wore a striped green and gray swimsuit with a white over-shirt and large sunglasses.  

“Oh no you don’t, Elianor,” She admonished, pulling the girl back to the family’s towels and bins of beach toys. “You’re going to be red as a beat and peeling in the car tomorrow if you don’t put more sunscreen on.” 

“Mom,” The girl complained as white ointment was slathered across her bare back and under the edges of her swimsuit. 

“Do your face and ears,” The woman directed, squeezing more of the sunscreen out of a yellow bottle for her daughter before bending down to coat her legs.

Once everything was worked in and the white layer was exchanged for a slightly oily sheen, the child was released into the water. Once all the children were appropriately protected and freed, the woman popped open a beach chair and settled under an umbrella. 

She looked over at Maglor as Maedhros began pinning the braid up like his own. “Some children never learn,” She said by way of explanation.

He said something in noncommittal agreement, a nagging thought starting to form in the back of his mind.

Her eyes flicked around their towels, blanket, and cooler. “Just the two of you then?” She asked. 

“No,” Maglor said quickly. “The twins in red burying each other in the sand are ours.”

She looked out to where he pointed. “Cute,” She said in the way he was discovering many parents did when talking about other people’s kids. She leaned back in her chair and probably closed her eyes, though he couldn’t tell past the glasses.

Maedhros patted his head like he did when they were kids. “There you go, ready for the water.”

Maglor scooted around to face him again. “Don’t get my hair wet.”

Hands raised in surrender were his only response.

He looked down at his wristwatch. Twenty minutes still to go. That nagging feeling kept eating at him. He picked up the book again, opening to where he left off. He tried to read, but he couldn’t get back into the story.

All at once, he dropped the book and turned to Maedhros.

“We didn’t put sunscreen on them!”

“What?” The other asked, blinking as he came back from wherever the warmth sent him drifting off to.

“Elros and Elrond,” He said, looking over to where the boys were just a couple heads sticking out of the sand, several other kids having joined in on burying them. “They’re part human. They could get sunburns!” 

He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about it. He hadn’t packed sunscreen, he didn’t even think Maedhros or he had any at their homes. Such a simple, everyday thing for humans, and they’d completely forgotten about it. He dreaded to think about how painful the children’s skin would be tomorrow.

Maedhros frowned. “They’re part elf, too,” He reasoned. “Why should they get burned?”

“They might,” Maglor repeated with worry. “I should go buy some. Or maybe we should all leave so it doesn’t get any worse.”

Maedhros sighed. “It’ll be a thirty-minute drive each way. The damage is already done if it’s going to happen, so let’s not ruin the rest of the day. Besides,” He added. “They’ve clearly spent a lot of time in the water. I think they’d know if they need to worry about it.”

Personally, Maglor never thought it was too late to start mitigating damage, but his brother had made up his mind. He’d just have to deal with whatever came of it.

#let them be happy! #let M+M experience a real childhood through E+E #stumbling their way through parenthood #whatever happens later. they love each other now #when your kids are peredhil and you don't know when they'll be like humans vs elves #it's happy time but i sure am sewing the seeds for later things in this one #Maglor is the parent who worries #change my mind #the silmarillion #maglor #maedhros #elrond #elros #twdd au #grimwing writes

[wildstar25]

more thought about end of endwalker Arsay recovering from the big fight and having her hands like so completely unusable. I mean, most her body was unusable for the first two weeks; but she really did a number on her hands in that fist fight. Tbh I imagine in the desperate attempts at keeping Arsay alive on the ragnarock, they didnt really get a chance to make sure every bone was set right before blasting her with healing magicks. Once she got looked at by an actual medical professional in Old Sharlayan it was determined they'd have to re-set a lot of those joints and fractures.... painful stuff to say the least.

The healing was the hardest part. Complete lost of dexterity meant no dual wielding and no mudras for months. She started relying on her carbuncle to pick things up for her. Wrapping her hands and wearing gloves gave some support as she began what could ostensibly be called physical therapy. Lots of daily stretching to get the soft tissue and muscles back to being adventure ready, the instructions of which were sent by Alphinaud. (He would instruct her in person had he not already be off in Garlemald.) G'raha and Y'shtola would supervise and provide lots of encouragement. She'd start trying to channel aether via her mudras, only to get the form slightly off and end up with Couscous (carbuncle) on her head (I hc that instead of the rabbit for arsay specifically). G'raha would do whatever he could to lift her spirits, Y'shtola would push Arsay to keep at it.

More months pass and eventually she can cast her mudras again, and the grip on her daggers have never been stronger. Still, subtle signs of trauma are there if you look long enough. Scars on her palm and knuckles and a finger or two that is always a little bent. The hand which struck Zenos that final time looking much worse for wear than the other. She doesn't care, it's nothing a little glamouring or gloves couldn't cover. If her hands work, that's all the matters.

Tataru gets in contact with Arsay one day. She's got a new outfit, custom, made with Arsay in mind. The set included a pair of gloves: one that covered her main hand almost fully, the other composed of perfectly aligned straps of leather that supported her hand and wrist. She thanked Tataru immensely.

#WOL posting #Arsay Nun #Arsay Nun lore #endwalker spoilers (light) #thinking about this and also sewing seeds for the class change if i need to #been thinking for a while that probably about a year goes by between 6.0 and 6.1 #half of that is arsay recovering/doing island sanctuary + a trip back home to visit emrara #the other half is jobs shed do as summoner like pandea raids #oh and fishing adventures custom deliveries #picking up blue mage too probably

[jessiesjaded]

There's something wrong with Tiga, he's limping and being weird so if my already bad start to the year wasn't bad enough 💖

#hes so old i hope its just he jumped on his leg weird or something but who knows #he might have something else terrible happening i dont know im sick of everything i dont want to deal with it anymore #i just want to sleep #so now im just worried sick to my stomach about the cat and i still feel like a kickbox got me in the ribs and the head from covid #like last night it was really not funny bc it was driving me crazy but i ate one single blueberry #1 #and a seed got stuck in my back molar and when i say it got /stuck/ i mean i used tooth picks floss brush even a water flosser gum #glue tack everything to try and get it out #and eventually gave up and went to sleep #it was stuck there for 12 hours and i had to get it out with a sewing needle. #is that not the perfect representation of my life #every stupid small hindernace and inconvenience Always happens. #always. #its really a joke. my whole life is a joke.