Hihi! First time posting on here so sorry if I mess everything up lol!
Recently I’ve been obsessed with the show Dead Boy Detectives (it has taken over every part of my life including crafting) and I thought it would be fun to recreate one of the pins Charles wears with crochet so that’s what I did!
I included the graph I made as pic 4 and my reference image as pic 5 :)
Highly recommend everyone watch Dead Boy Detectives on Netflix! (not sponsored. I just want people to be as obsessed as I am)
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Can I ask for a preference for the DCA boys? Sun/Moon/ Eclipse. And if there is a specific AU version you fancy?
Oh, sure!
For the preferences I'm uh. Between Sun/Moon I refuse to choose? I see them as a set, Do Not Separate, and it feels unfair to choose between them. I'm very enthusiastic about healthy sleep, and own unholy amounts of glitter glue and other craft supplies, so it really just works out for a match. I love Eclipse too! Though I see him as separate*, not as intrinsically linked into the set, and given that Sun and Moon are the "originals" they win out over Eclipse**!
*Depends on the interpretation, of course, but if left to my own devices
**This, too, depends on the interpretation, as I've been known to simp for the Police Chief and perhaps a teeny tiny bit the Bounty Hunter in @naffeclipse's Syzygy in Dedication/ Sleuth Jesters
In regards to AU preferences that's already one point then, though uh. I've kind of made half a brand out of being entirely insane over also Naff's Cryptid Sightings Sun/Moon/Eclipse - all three just one being in this one, and big dangerous cryptid soft for one human is simply too much of a weakness.
Them being caretakers is always a plus, because I love the trope of caretaker confronted with being taken care of, does not compute (literally, in their case) and also just. Animatronic existence and the conflict it creates (not necessarily fighting, but the surrounding circumstances in the world, misunderstandings, getting to know each other and growing closer while exploring and appreciating differences as well as similarities, and how these intertwine) is my favorite, though as long as it's human and non human interaction I'm going to be fascinated tbh. As a queer neurodiverse person accepting and cherishing differences, and taking the time to truly understand the other is simply my bread and butter
I suppose I should also say I like my own AU boys too? I mean, obviously, I created them! Though honestly, there are so many versions and interpretations of the boys and I'll eat them all up, I'm really bad at choosing, so I suppose the bottom line of all this is...
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Remember, if you will, that Luffy’s original line was not “okay” but “of course.” This is why it’s important. I will add that as a translator this is another reason it’s important to stick as close as possible to the original text, as long as understanding can be preserved, especially when you don’t have the full text to refer to. If you can’t read ahead to check for connections and references you may inadvertently cut out a crucial word that render a powerful scene impotent. If this was a simulpub release I’d be more sympathetic, but this volume originally came out in 1999 in Japanese and the English version was released in 2006. We were at Enies Lobby by then. They should have KNOWN how important that word was. And yet…!
Nevermind, I’m fine, I’m calm, it’s cool, let’s move on.
Anyway, Arlong has already shown that he’s not trustworthy. His deals are absolutely not to be trusted. Him saying he’ll spare the villagers if Nami sacrifices the Straw Hats is another trap. It’s better to fight, even if there’s only a slim chance of winning, than to knowingly give everyone up to certain death and torment.
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Plotted starter for @thescions [Haurchefant]
There is no rest for the wicked, nor the champions that chase the bloodied path in the snow.
The short snap of a book closed had cut through the crackling silence of the fire in the hearth. Leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, the Keeper held the small tome in a relaxed grip. Rubbing her eyes delicately, she wondered exactly how long they would have to spend sneaking around. Lord Fortemps was was generous enough to give them shelter within his decorated halls, but the generosity felt more like that of a shroud than simple hospitality. So it came as genuine surprise to the feline healer when the sanctuary had been extended to herself as a member of their small party.
To be included in the same consideration with Alphinaud, Tataru, and of course the Warrior of Light should have been an honor. It should have meant that her presence held value among the peoples of the very land she had been taken from. Yet here in the heart of Coerthas, she still felt so very far from being part of the whole. Not that the others hadn't tried to make her feel comfortable- no they were quite clear on how much her assistance mattered to them. The consistence in their desire to check in on how she had been handling the sudden change of scenery, and the gravity of the situation they had found themselves in had been rather...annoying.
The generosity had been nothing more than a terror of time passed come back to haunt her. So, when the moment came for them to keep their heads down and take shelter, the option to self-isolate came easily to her. The Lord of the manor had granted them relative free-roam of his beautiful home. The many rooms filled with innumerable comforts she had never known, the winding hallways decorated with paintings, and expertly crafted furniture she felt she couldn't afford to even look at-
Surely she could find some small corner of solace to keep to herself within stony walls.
It was a shame that she found it after raising her voice towards Alphinaud in response to this unexpected restriction. Of course, none had explicitly told her that she couldn't leave the comforts and safety of the manor. It was simply a buried reaction she hadn't anticipated. The memory of such pain and fear had clawed to the surface when it felt the chill of snow. It was only a matter of time before they would break free of the bars and chains she had so carefully constructed in order to reintegrate into society.
Gods, you're a mess, she thought. Here, sitting alone in the small room, she felt like a prisoner. There was no real threat to her own well being, but there were rather dire consequences should she take the risk to leave. Other than the Scion's payment for her services, she had remained at their side by her own good will. Had she known that her assistance would have taken her to the biting cold reminiscent of the nightmare she lived, her decision to join them in Ishgard would have been different.
Cyra could have abandoned them. She could have said no, and left to return to her home in The Black Shroud. But it was the guilt of the healer's heart that would chain her to the Scions. What if something happened? If she had taken herself up on that selfish desire to return to familiarity, would she have been able to bear the weight of knowing her presence could have saved the life of another, but didn't? Would the woman she had worked so hard to become be strong enough to hold up against that potential truth?
No. Their hurts, their loss...they would paint her hands red.
The moment was brief, but she didn't remember when she had come to stand from her seat. The thunderous crack of the book slamming into the far wall beside the fireplace had brought her back from her inner storm. Her heart had been hammering in her chest, recognizing the fearful flutter as the answer to the questions that had swirled behind her eyes. She watched how the pages of her tome had fallen loose from the force of her throw; how they had delicately, and slowly drifted to land on the table, the floor, and the other cushioned seat. The trail of papers was proof enough that she had lost her temper.
She cursed in a whisper of short growls and hissing words of a language she kept practiced in private. Just one of many secrets she resolved to keep and take with her to the grave.
"It's the damned cold. It's always the snow that brings it back." She sat back down, nearly dropping herself into the cushions like she had died standing. Her head fell back into her hands, pressing her scarred palms firmly over her eyes to block out the light.
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one thing i do not really get about the knitting / crochet online community is the fixation on using a specific yarn. like almost every video will state + link the precise exact yarn they're using and every pattern too and when you go look at the pictures from people who have made the garment a lot of them will have actually bought the same exact yarn like ???? idk that's something i never ever saw in the sewing community so that's really interesting to me what's up with that
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Hello wire-smith! I'm so curious, when did you get into wirecrafting? What inspired you?
Really it was more of a... progression. When I was bored in middle school I used to scavenge dropped paper clips from the floor and bend them into neat shapes to keep myself amused. But teachers don't drop that many paper clips so eventually I started buying my own. But paper clips are too short to build much besides stick figures and rubber-band-powered crossbows so eventually I bought some longer wire to let me build other things. But beading wire is so thin that it's basically invisible at a distance so I started planning space-filling designs and buying thicker wire to support larger projects... And a few more steps later, here we are!
Basically I'm a tinkerer who likes technical challenges and I'm a magpie who likes shiny things, and wire is more approachable than most other forms of metalwork.
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