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[charliecraftsthings]

I bought the Traveller Cape sewing pattern by Twig + Tale. The classic round hood is a 3-piece hood, but I wanted cat ears.

I also have the Animal add-ons bundle, but I purchased the bundle for coats, so I had to learn how to adapt the method for the cape's hood.

It turns out it's not too hard. I took measurements and traced the pieces to combine them. Slicing the front of the hood to get a fourth piece allowed me to position the ears in a more realistic way than with just the 3 pieces.

I found I wasn't a big fan of T+T's cat ear shape. But I had the free pattern for Booper the Cat by Fluffmonger, so I scaled up the ears and printed them!

Getting the position was a matter of trial-and-error. I basically started at the seam with the centre panel, and worked my way out.

Materials used:

Exterior: wool-blend coating from Fabricland

Interior: cotton-polyester percale sheeting from Marshall Fabrics' discount area

Glide Trilobal Polyester thread in Shadow (dark grey) and Galaxy (bright violet)

[alexsis-brook-1980]

Chubby Bunny Sewing Pattern and Kits Fluffmonger®#Bunny #chubby #Fluffmonger #Kits #Pattern #sewing

[chaoticquill]

An Open Letter to the BSD Fandom

Long post incoming. TL;DR: fuck fandom bullying. Full stop.

Fellow BSDers,

I have been writing for the BSD fandom since August 2021, where I started to write my way out of my big traumas. Somehow, with one image in my head, I started the CAU with A Drop of Black Coffee in the Pot. I'm not entirely sure if that makes me a "big name" in the fandom or whether that gives what I'm about to say more "clout," but hey... it's worth a shot, yeah? Because maybe people will listen.

Maybe.

Since coming into this fandom, I've made a lot of friends through Discord, and I have had a blast creating for, with, and among them. Through Discord, I became a rare pair aficionado and gained a soft spot for Chuuatsu, ChuuRan, and others. The conversations I had with fans, in short, brought me more than peace from my traumas. I found myself among a community who, through shared interests in pretty anime characters based on historical authors, held me up as I faced more traumas, enjoyed more successes, and just... lived.

HOWEVER (emphasis), in the last year or so, three of who I would consider my closest Discord friends--three people I care deeply about--have been bullied out of the fandom for their unconventional ships or portrayal of characters or preference for dead dove content, and two more have been targets of cyberbullying.

In one case, I was also targeted by Dazai Anon (one of the cyberbullies mentioned above). My response to this is always simple: I laugh at the death threats because I'm already dead inside, I delete the comments, I block the posts, and I keep writing what brings me joy. Sometimes, that's ChuuAtsu. Sometimes, that's a more popular ship. And in all cases, that's totally fine.

But that's me. And not everyone is like me.

I've written this post a dozen times in my head. I contemplated, as the "adult" in the room, putting everyone in timeout or putting on my disappointed parent face. But instead, I settled on this.

BSD fandom, respectfully, what the actual fuck?

Let me be perfectly clear: there is no good reason to ever bully anyone, but ships, tropes, character preferences and readings? These are among the worst. And don't even get me started on what's "canon."

What I guess I'm really trying to say is this: the three people I know who stopped making BSD content did because certain members of the community took their fun away. And that's never okay. There is room in the fandom for the main ships and the rarepairs. There's room for the fluffmongers, angst fiends, and dead dove aficionados. In fact, many of the friends I mention write content I personally don't, nor do they tend to write fluff and explicit consent the way I tend to, but guess what? We appreciate each other's art. We share ideas. We hold each other up. And, most of all, we're friends, anyway.

So if I'm in any place to ask this fandom for anything, it's to keep your own space as a writer/creator without taking someone else's space away. It's to have fun creating content SKK, but stop taking fun away from the people who create DaRan or DazAtsu or KuniDazai or Kouyou x Dazai or whatever ship. Most important, be kind to one another, regardless of what characters, tropes, or ships we love because at the end of the day, we're not just pseuds or creators; behind the screen, we're human.

As people, I don't think we have anything to lose in this. We can still work around tags and tropes and ships and characters we don't enjoy. Plus, who knows? You might make a new friend, gain new perspective on a character dynamic you never thought about, exchange ideas and share excitement about the newest manga chapter... and that might bring joy to both of you.

I really hope this letter to be the start of something bigger, maybe something that will move through boundaries between fan communities. I've thought about events, challenges, movements... but my limited resources as a creator with 99 mental health issues mean that for now, those ideas will have to wait. This letter, inadequate as it feels, still says most of what I want it to say.

I often say I appreciate people taking the time to read my fics. I mean that for this letter, too. So thank you, truly.

And as always, don't forget to drink water.

Until my next update,

ChaoticQuill

[dealbeorht-brrighton-2003]

Chubby Bunny sewing pattern and tutorial by Fluffmonger — organic stuffed bunny kits, Easter crafts, bunny crafts, Spring DIY

[thedarklordsnicklefritz]

@fluffmonger

today's bug things are these metal pill bugs by Matt Noris!

[whumptober]

Hi there! Sorry to be a bother, but it would seem the links for the discord server are broken in the main info post. Is there any way it could get updated? I'd love to join the brainstorming community!

Hi,

here you go

[luckthebard]

Just wanted to say, thank you for being such a light in this fandom. I always look forward to reading your meta and liveblogs, and deeply appreciate your open friendliness. Cheers to a New Dawn!

Aw thanks! I appreciate the kind message, this time of year is always a bit of a difficult one for me.

[sonofnjobu]

SDS: Snacks

Welcome to Social Distancing Sessions: brought to you by one sentence prompts and my refusal to do actual work from home. 

This one comes from the mind of the BP Librarian herself, @chaneajoyyy​.

1151 words.

Reader is Black. If you enjoy my writing, please comment and reblog.

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“I don’t trust the government,�� you mused as you scrolled on your phone. Your timeline was littered with hastily written articles on the novel coronavirus. Your eyebrows knit together in irritation when you came across a White House press conference where they assured the American people that they “had it all under control” while dodging every legitimate question from the reporters present. 

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t,” Erik Stevens confirmed, kissing your bare shoulder as punctuation. “Only trust your gut.”

Your gut had told you that this was going to be a bigger deal than officials let on. Even your limited medical knowledge was enough of a warning that this untamed virus would spread fast with the American healthcare system woefully unprepared to handle it. And if there was one thing you could always count on, it was that American people were too fucking stubborn and frankly stupid to take any legitimate steps to stop the spread.

You were in an incredibly lucky position that you could work from home before it was mandated. You had elected to do just that. You’d marched to the grocery store a week early and calmly stocked up on groceries; things you could freeze or had a long shelf life, along with your usual items. Your boyfriend Erik had tagged along, an amused smirk on his face the entire time.

“Look at my little survivalist! Going for the sardines,” he’d jested.

“You make fun of me for liking these, but now is my moment!” you’d declared. You felt no guilt while cleaning out the shelf full of salty, canned fish. No one buys them anyways. At least you weren’t losing your mind over toilet paper. One pack would do unless something with the sardines went horribly wrong.

Erik had insisted that you buy some “normal” snacks that wouldn’t stink up the house, and you’d agreed. Sometimes you just need some Oreos or cheesy puffs.

It had been eight days since that final grocery trip and things were going well in your apartment. Erik and you got along famously and had thus far avoided cabin fever. Between work meetings on Skype, daily walks, dance offs, Netflix, and fantastic sex, you were set. The two of you were coming down from the height of ecstasy when your current conversation over mistrust of the government began.

“Is it sick that seeing Trumplestiltskin’s orange face makes me want Cheetos?” you turned to ask Erik. He cringed at the name.

“I would've never enlisted if I knew that blimp of a man would have been elected,” he groaned.

You slid your naked body out from the sex soaked sheets and padded to the kitchen on the hunt for snacks. You grabbed your salty indulgence of choice and opened the bag to find it empty. 

“What the hell?” you murmured. You tried to remember if you had already eaten them already, searching through your memory of the last few days, but came up with nothing. Other than initially opening them, you definitely had not eaten the rest of the Cheetos. 

In a quarantine situation, that left no other culprit than Erik.

You stormed back in to the bedroom, gripping the emptied bag in your hand. You didn’t fuck around about your snacks. This nigga had the audacity to eat them and put the empty bag back on the counter. You were going to let him have it.

Erik giggled at his phone screen, not noticing the anger on your face.

“Babe, did you see that people are saying they’re making everyone stay inside so they can replace the batteries in pigeons? And that the 5G networks are what’s actually making people sick?”

“What the fuck, Erik?” you announced.

“I know!” he guffawed, not looking up. “These conspiracy theories are sending me.”

“You ate my snacks?” you accused him, finally getting Erik’s attention. “That’s not cool. We both bought our own stuff.”

Erik looked up at you in confusion. You’d given him no warning that you were ready to fight.

“Uh… no.”

“Nah. You did. I bet you’re hiding shit too!” You stomped back in to the kitchen, determined to find proof. Erik followed you, unsure of what you were on about.

You began to open the cupboards one by one, slamming them closed when you didn’t come across any hidden Takis or Chessman cookies.

 “Mind telling me what this is about?” Erik inquired, leaning against the bedroom doorframe.

“This!” you rounded on him, shoving the empty Cheetos bag in his hands. “I can’t believe this!” 

Erik inspected the bag carefully as you ranted about trust and rationing. His eyebrows lifted as he found the problem.

“Uh, babe,” he interjected coolly. 

“WHAT?” you yelled, just reaching the precipice of your rant.

Erik turned the bag upside down and pointed at a small hole at the bottom. You looked at it closely. It wasn’t a rip or a tear. It had been chewed through. 

“You have a mouse.”

You shrieked and pulled back.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! What do we do?”

Your cat had been spending a lot of time in the kitchen, staring at the stove, but you figured it was one of those weird things cats just do. You’d never seen or heard any evidence of mice. You kept your apartment clean. You definitely didn’t want exterminators coming in when you were trying to socially distance yourself. This timing couldn’t be any worse.

You looked to your cat, now camped at the foot of the bed.

“You knew about this and didn’t say anything?!”

Erik braced the edges of the stove and pulled. The unit detached from the wall easily and Erik bent down. He illuminated the wall with his phone and hummed to himself.

“Mice really are some smart motherfuckers. Looks like they haven’t been here long, but they sure like Cheetos.” 

You gagged. 

Erik stood and turned to you.

“I can have my buddy here to handle this in an hour. In the meantime, let’s check the rest of our provisions.” 

You nodded, itching to pick up your cleaning products.

“Isn’t there something you’d like to say to me?” Erik probed as the two of your sorted through your bounty. You looked at him quizzically.

“Something that begins with ‘I’m sorry, Erik…’?” he said languidly.

You scoffed. 

“I’m sorry, Erik. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You didn’t eat my Cheetos,” you apologized lowly, guilt in your voice. You pushed out your lower lip, silently trying to convince him that you couldn’t be held accountable for your actions when it came to food.

He chuckled, gold fanged teeth flashing. He reached forward to hug you, having already received a confirmation text from his exterminator friend.

“I can’t say the Teddy Grahams are safe though,” he joked, eliciting a small slap on the pectoral from you.

“If someone’s going to be in this house, I need to put on clothes!” you yelped. “And a mask!”

Erik rolled his eyes.

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[Masterlist]

[greatgodempresspan]

@fluffmonger @beetlemancy

Gothic Church Ruins, 1826 by Carl Blechen (German, 1798–1840)

[fluffmonger]

Hey y'all, the fluff himself here! I know everyone is facing hard times right now, and money is tight for many, but I'm in the middle of a job search right now, and settling into a new home.

If you appreciate my posts, and maybe want to see more original stuff, you can support me on Kofi! I'm hoping to start genuinely building a creative business, and make income on my own terms, but I can't get started for real without y'know. Living,and also having money to invest in my efforts.

It's not required but any amount would be appreciated. Thanks y'all.

[creacherkeeper]

Consider: Crowley with a cat. He isn't entirely certain when he acquired it, or rather, when it acquired him. But it is here now, and they've been engaging in a battle of wots and household dominance for quite a while now, and to not put up with it would be.... Wrong. At night when the cat this ks he's sleeping, it sits upon him and purrs, and when it sleeps he pets it softly. When he's gone, it glares at the plants for him. Also, it's hilarious when it threatens the other demons.

[queerpontmercy]

If you're interested in A Choir of Lies I defs reccomend picking up A Conspiracy of Truths first. The plot to it basically goes, an old man put on trial facilitates the crumbling of an entire nation's political structure for want of creature comforts, and it's narrated as a story around a campfire. There's disaster gay apprentice and openly happily polyam families and it's marvelous writing.

that sounds wonderful! i’m gonna see if overdrive has it

[liveandletrain]

(Tags via @fluffmonger )

So I’m a minor (16 to be specific) and I frequently watch and read stuff with explicit sexual or 18+ content in it. I live in an extremely conservative Christian household and things like explicit fanfic are pretty much the only option I have for learning about sex that isn’t abstinence only. I do feel bad about it, especially when I see adults online say stuff like “oh i watched lots of inappropriate things as a teen that i really shouldn’t have” and it makes me feel like I’m ruining myself in a way that I won’t realize until I’m an adult? Right now I don’t see what the big deal is but i get the feeling that when i’m 24 or something I’ll wake up one day and be ashamed of this for some reason i’m not mature enough to know yet. Should I just stop and wait until I’m 18 to continue or what?

hi anon,

okay. I'm gonna hit you with something:

turning 18 does not actually change the way you feel about porn or sex or anything. the difference between being seventeen and 364 days and being 18 is nonexistent. there's not a magical switch that changes you as a person; that comes from lived experience. if you're 18 and your experience is still that porn and smut and what have you i something that you should feel bad about, it's still going to feel that way and a birthday won't change that.

look, the whole notion of "I saw [x] that I shouldn't have when I was young" is like. okay. so you saw something that was a little mature for you that you didn't quite get? awesome. did you die? no. most people's hangups about sexuality don't come from seeing a rogue titty when they were a teenager, they come from the culture that person was raised in that made seeing a rogue titty feel like something to be ashamed of instead of a completely natural part of life.

story time! when I teach my 4th-6th grade OWL classes (Our Whole Lives, great human development program) I always start by holding a meeting with the kids' parents. I've been doing this for seven years, and every time without fail some of the parents will recall seeing porn for the first time as a kid. these guys were kids when printed porn magazines were still a thing, so they were discovering them in all kinds of places - the bedrooms of their parents or their friends' parents, at bus stops, in the woods, once even stowed in some farm equipment. and they remember it feeling illicit and exciting, sure, and possibly making them confused or even horny for the first time in their young lives, but like... that's it. none of these people are irreparably damaged by seeing porn. in fact, they've grown up to be the kind of people who go out of their way to make sure their young kids are enrolled in a queer-friendly, body-positive, diversity-embracing sex ed class to counter stereotypes and misinformation they might receive elsewhere.

looking at things that arouse you is morally neutral. it can be a great way to help you learn about what turns you on, and even if it's not the best source of factual, realistic depictions of sex, it can still help you discover things - hell, I only figured out what the clitoris was by reading Young Justice fanfic (shout out Snaibsel).

you can't ruin yourself, at any age, with the media you like to consume. what makes you uncomfortable and anxious is the attitude you've been taught to have about that media, which is something that has to be actively unlearned, because it's certainly not going to just disappear on its own when you become a legal adult.

tl;dr obviously no one is making you watch porn and you shouldn't if it makes you uncomfortable, but if you drop it right now and come back when you're 18 don't expect to feel any different if you haven't done any more unpacking re: the conservative Christianity of it all.

[pinsandweevils]

1 and/or 40 for the clothing asks?

1.) ...to a fae gathering?

(La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1901.)

2.) ...to a tea party?

(From a Victorian tea this summer!)

[callibop]

In a way I can’t return royai?

I’m sorry this took so long! Hope you like it!

A Way You Can’t Return 

Read on Ao3: Here

Riza wiped the tears from her eyes. It was stupid of her to think that Roy Mustang would ever show an interest in her. She was odd, a strange girl too interested in learning. Worse still, her father was his teacher. Of course that would complicate things.

“I’m… flattered you think of me that way, but I can’t accept it. I’m sorry.”

He’d been quite the gentleman as he’d turned her down, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder and the promise that “we can still be friends, of course,” but that hadn’t made it sting any less.

What made her any different from the others girls in town? He didn’t seem to have any problem flirting with them, taking them on dates… Why was she the one who was turned away? She was fifteen. It wasn’t that much of a gap. He was barely two years older than she was.

“Why not? What do they have that I don’t?”

“You’re just a kid, Riza…”

“I’m old enough to know that I like you! A-and… A-and I thought you liked me…”

“I do like you, but… you’re like my sister. Besides, your father would kill me.”

She’d run away after that, unable to face him. And now she was sitting on her back porch, wiping the tears away and hoping that she could go back in and pretend like nothing had happened.

“Hey.”

She flinched at the sound of his voice. She hadn’t heard the door open.

“Riza… I’m sorry. I just… I can’t.”

“It’s fine,” she replied, voice heavy with a new barrage of tears. “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. Forget I said anything, okay?”

She heard his sigh. “Can I do anything to help you?”

“No. I’m fine. I promise.”

“Okay. I… There’s tea for you on the counter. Don’t stay out too late, or you’ll get sick.”  

And just like that, Roy Mustang was gone, leaving Riza alone on the porch steps. She took a deep breath, and let the tears fall again. It would be a long time before Riza was ready to face him again

[christinealtomare]

I'm not sure if this means much considering I'm very new to the Anastasia fandom, but you've never seemed to come off as scaring people away to me. Really, your posts have helped me get even deeper into the fandom, and discover the wonderfulness that is the casts' instagrams! Here's hoping the negativity blows over soon <3

Are you kidding? This means everything! ❤ Thank you SO much for your kind words! This is literally one of the sweetest messages ever and means the world to me ❤❤❤ :’) Thank you so, so much! ❤