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justkending · 2 years ago

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It's just a hobby. (Drabble)

Summary: You took up a new hobby, and Dean likes to poke and tease you for it, but you feel the need to seek a little revenge for the constant joking.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3300+

A/N: I started this during the summer when I started five different crocheting projects (ADHD carried my summer hobbies) and decided to finish it before school started back up. I am currently still writing Found Memories, but I have to put a pause on it as the first month of school tends to take a lot of my time away from hobbies like writing… I’m moving to teach 8th-grade English this year and could use all the energy you’re all willing to send my way! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short story, and I’m happy to have the inspiration to write for Dean again :)

(Also, this is the closest to smut I think I've ever written...)

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“Seriously?” Dean grumbled as he looked in the rearview mirror seeing me pulling yarn to untangle a knot I had created.

Knowing where he was going with his normal banter, I just laughed and continued to focus on the craft in front of me.

“I pulled this out like 20 minutes ago. How are you just now noticing?”

“I’m watching the road,” he argued, and I rolled my eyes. As always, he had been sneaking glances to the back of the cab at me every other minute. “The hunt wasn’t even 40 minutes away from the bunker. Why did you bring that?”

“Why do you listen to the same three Led Zeppelin songs when you're upset about a hunt?” I countered, and he opened his mouth to disagree, but I answered for him to skip the sarcastic conversation brewing. “Comfort Dean. It’s all about comfort.”

“Why are you so weirded out by a normal hobby?” Sam jumped in, smirking, and sporting one of the many beanies I had made him with said hobby, which he had come to love. He looked down at a newspaper in his lap, no doubt already scoping out a new hunt.

“It’s not-” Dean stumbled on his answer. “I’m not weirded out by it. It’s just not a hobby I imagine someone like Y/N taking up.”

“You just described why you’re weirded out by it,” Sam looked at him with a blank stare.

He ignored him and rolled his eyes.

“What kind of people do you imagine the crocheting community to be full of?” I smiled, still looking down at my hands and knowing his answer already.

“Grandmas,” he replied almost immediately.

“Hmm,” I hummed as if surprised by his confession, even if it was wrong. “Well, if that’s the case, I’ll stop wasting my talents on things for you.”

I could see his eyes shoot up in the mirror and a look of regret ghost over his green orbs.

Dean liked to make a big deal about this particular hobby I had started up a little over six months ago. I think a part of him just liked to tease me about it, but deep down, I knew he was proud of my growth. He was just bad at voicing it.

The first things I ever crocheted were just simple squares in different stitch work to learn a variety of them better. Those squares became washcloths and, surprisingly, were still used daily in the kitchen.

I learned to make bags, socks, hats, sweaters, stuffed animals, and even a few blankets.

“Just 30 minutes ago, you took down five security guards, wrestled three teenage vampires, and booby-trapped half of his nest. Now you’re crocheting a sweater for Charlie that says, ‘What’s up bitches?’ in the backseat. Mind you, with blood still smeared on your face,” he raised an eyebrow at me in the mirror.

I looked up and leaned toward the front to get a better look at myself.

“Oh, shit, I thought I got it all,” I groaned, seeing a smear on the side of my face I must have missed.

“It doesn’t add up,” he shook his head, but I could see a joking smile on his lips.

“Much to your surprise Dean, girls can have more than one personality trait. I know you boys are all, ‘Ugh, monsters! Kill, kill, kill! I need a scotch in my hand and The God Father playing on loop in the background to show how manly I-’

“Hey,” Sam cut me off and looked at me with his sad puppy dog eyes. “I’m on your side.”

“You’re right… You also like to read and share fun facts,” I winked, touseling his hair and getting a scoff of a laugh as he swatted my hand away. “See how hurtful it can be when you forget our brains have the capacity to do more than one thing?” I turned back to Dean with my arms crossed on the bench seat in front of me.

“I don’t think you're incapable of having more than one interest in life; I just think it’s interesting that you chose a 90-year-old women's side gig as your hobby,” Dean countered, pulling into the garage.

“Well, if you can’t appreciate it, then you can’t have the gifts my hard work creates,” I huffed, gathering my things and sliding back to the door as Dean parked the car.

Once the car was in park, I was the first out. I wasn’t actually mad at him, I was a hundred percent messing with him, but he deserved it for teasing me this long about it when I knew he loved everything I had made him this far.

He had a favorite blanket that he preferred to sleep with now. He had a nice sweater he wore around the bunker when he was cold. He had a few pairs of socks he preferred over store-bought ones. He even had a miniature plush Batman figurine that sat on his desk that I had learned to crochet just for him.

“Y/N, you don’t mean that!” he called after me, standing in the door on the driver's side of the Impala and shouting over the roof of it where I was walking inside.

“We'll find out soon,” I yelled back, never turning around.

The next three days, I teased him like he had me about this whole ordeal, but in my own way.

When we were cooking in the kitchen or doing dishes, if he grabbed one of the squares that now acted as our kitchen hand towels, I would steal it from his hands and say, “Sorry, merchandise can only be used by those who value it.”

With which he would respond, “Wait! I need that!” with his hands drenched in water after washing his hands.

Just for extra measure, I took all the towels and moved them to a new place only Sam and I knew. He was happy to join in on my little prank, and every time he had one, he made sure Dean saw him with it.

“Where did you get that?” Dean would jump up from wherever he was and march over to him to try and steal it.

“Only the VIP customers have access to these,” Sam would wave it above his head out of reach of Dean.

Another time, after a hunt, it was freezing in our motel room, where the heater barely worked, and the hotel didn't have enough blankets. Luckily I had one packed in the trunk of Baby, and I used it for extra coverage.

Even though Dean and I shared a bed, I wrapped it around me as I slept and said, “Sucks that you hate this so much, or else I’d share with you…”

He stared at me with complete annoyance when I gave him an exaggerated “Oh well” face before stealing it all for myself.

I did, however, wake up to sharing it, but only because he had stolen it, and I was too tired to fight him about it.

I think one of my favorite times I rebuked him of his privileges was when he was wearing a pair of socks I had made him for Christmas around the house. I may have gotten a little more intense than I needed to, but the look on his face made it worth it.

He had come into the movie room to binge a few episodes of a new series I got him hooked on, and after he called me in to watch with him, I noticed the specific socks he had on.

I grinned once my brain had formulated a plan to make him regret ever giving me hell for a hobby he obviously loved himself.

“Claire said there was a show called Love Island we should watch. I have no clue what it’s about, but she said it was popular and what the kids are watching now,” Dean conversed as he grabbed the remote from the table and stood with a blanket (not one of mine, as I had relocated all of them so he couldn’t find them) around his shoulders.

He was in the perfect position for my plan.

I walked over and, instead of facing the TV, stood right in front of him and looked up at him.

“You know what we could do?” I whispered in a low and sultry voice, bringing my hand up to his chest and inching my fingers up to the collar of his t-shirt before pulling at it gently. His eyes instantly darkened, and he was frozen in his place.

“Wh-What, uh, what can we do?” he stammered out. Even after three years of dating, he still got nervous. I loved it.

“I think you know what,” I said, tiptoeing upward to quietly say in his ear, bringing my hand from his chest to the back of his neck, softly pulling him closer to me.

“I think I have an idea,” he replied more confidently, immediately bringing his free hand to my waist and squeezing it.

I could have faltered there, but I held strong. I was going to make him pay for all his little ‘grandma’ jokes he had sent my way the last few months.

I pulled back, sending him a smirk that I knew revved him up. He returned it with his own and started leaning down, forgetting his grip on the blanket and remote. Now both of his hands sat on my hips with a stronghold.

Before he could lean down any further, I pushed him backward harshly on the couch, and at first, he was shocked, then he was excited.

Slouched into the cushion, looking up at me, his tongue came out to lick his lips and ended with a bite to his lower lip as he eyed me up and down as I stood over him.

“Dear God, Y/N,” he hummed under his breath.

I guess it helped that I was wearing some of my shorter PJ shorts, ones he had told me were his favorites, and a shirt that was cropped and slightly falling off my shoulder.

He had a thing for me being in a disheveled manner like this. Reminded him of how I looked after we fucked around, and he held pride knowing he played a part in the kind of glow I gave off.

I wasn’t sure how long I could do this without failing myself on the original mission. I came here to fuck with him, and now he was the fucker. Or at least he was going to be if I didn’t follow through with my plan in the next minute.

“You know, you should be happy you were by the couch,” I smiled, stepping to him and strategically bringing my legs to straddle his hips teasingly.

His breath hitched at that, and I knew I had regained the upper hand.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” he hummed as he admired my hands pressing into his chest as I leaned in, bringing myself closer to him.

“I was about to take you wherever I found you,” I whispered, looking him dead in the eyes with a soft smile. I looked him up and down and bit the inside of my cheek. That seemed to trigger his hands back to my hips instantly. This time a much more possessive lock on them.

“I don’t know where this is coming from, but I can’t complain,” he said lowly, and I knew he was hooked. Now it was time for revenge.

“Can I ask you a question?” I hummed, running my finger lightly over his hair down to his jaw, using the tip of it to push his chin up so I could see his eyes better.

“Please,” he buzzed, drunk with lust.

“Hmm,” I hummed, smiling more, dropping my gaze to his lips, then back at his eyes where he was drowning in dopamine by our current position. “Those socks you have on?” He didn’t catch on immediately and just furrowed his eyes as he processed what I asked. “They look familiar.”

I leaned back from my seat, still straddling his hips, but not with nearly as much pressure as before.

“What-” Dean started, but it dawned on him mid-thought. His eyes went from ready to tear my clothes off to annoyed realization. “Seriously.”

“What?” I feigned ignorance and stood up, repositioning myself between his legs, both hands on his knees as I looked at him and leaned over.

He couldn’t tell which way this was going for him, and that was the point. I was still winning this little game.

I eased myself lower, squatting with my knees going into the couch and in between his thighs. My hands went flat on his knees and slowly started working up his thighs.

“I can’t tell what you’re doing here, Y/N,” he said in a breathy voice. I watched as he tried to control himself, looking up away from me but not being able to help react to my hands on him.

“I’m not doing anything,” I said in a voice that made him lower his nervous wandering eyes back to me. The amount of green in his eyes disappeared slowly.

“You’re teasing me,” he said shortly as if he was worried his voice would tremble if he didn’t get it out quickly.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I shrugged with a pursed lip before bringing my hands slowly back down his legs.

“You’re mad at me,” he stuttered the last word when my hands worked their way back up, but further up than before.

“Now, why would you think that?” I tutted, shaking my head with an exaggerated look of hurt.

All he could do was take a slow, deep breath in as I tilted my head and smiled devilishly at him.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t play innocent.”

I grinned.

“You and I both know I’m far from that…” My tone was darker than before but in a seductive and tempting manner.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He shot up from his slouched position and leaned forward, grabbing my forearms in his hands and pulling me up in his lap with his nose mere inches from my own.

“If your goal was to make me suffer, you won,” he whispered so quietly; if I wasn't this close, I wouldn't have heard it. He tilted his head up just enough for our noses to brush before pulling back.

“Keep it together, girl… Keep it fucking together,” I repeated in my head.

“Did I? Or am I just getting started?” I snarked, and that caused the new grip on my thigh to tighten, and I almost groaned at the pressure.

“Don’t start a war you can’t win,” he smirked, feeling as though he possessed the power.

Two can play that game.

I smiled, bringing my free hand up and tracing it behind his ear before wrapping it slowly around the back of his neck. I brought his face closer to mine but stopped right when I could feel the brush of his lips.

Our chests were pressed into each other, and I could feel his heart rate pick up. Perfect.

I nudged our noses again and smiled as his eyes closed, and he naturally and lazily chased my lips.

I rocked my hips in a measured manner, placed perfectly in the middle of his lap, and he sucked in a breath at the friction.

“Women don’t start wars. They finish them,” I whispered before promptly standing up and, in a swift motion, yanking the socks he had on off and walking to the exit.

“Y/N!” I could hear his shout from the couch from where I knew he was with a full hard-on, unable to move just yet.

“This granny is going to bed!” I shouted, speed-walking to my room in case he decided to run after me.

“You little-!” the shout still seemed far behind me, and I quickly shut my bedroom door and locked it.

Thankfully, I think I left him incapacitated for a second, and he didn’t follow me immediately.

I actually didn’t hear from him for the rest of the night. I hoped I didn’t upset him, but also, the whole reason I had done what I had was because he had become a little ass about my favorite hobby. I don’t mind the jokes, but after a while, you want a pat on the back for learning something new. Especially from someone you care about.

I went ahead and did my normal nighttime routine and got into bed before I started to read a book. I must have dozed off while reading because I woke up to the lights out, my book on the end table, and Dean crawling into the other side of the bed.

Before I could say anything, his arms came around my waist, and he pulled me to his core. He was in his boxers and one of his soft t-shirts I made him wear to bed.

For the record, I was perfectly fine with him in no shirt (or pants, for that matter), but when he did wear a shirt, I made him put on a certain kind cause his band and certain graphic tee ones were itchy on me when we cuddled.

He took a deep sigh and nuzzled his face into the crevice between my neck and shoulder, one of his favorite places.

“Why’d you lock your door?” he asked, already knowing I had woken up.

He had definitely picked the lock.

“I thought you were going to hunt me down, and I forgot to unlock it,” I replied sleepily.

There was silence for a minute, and eventually, he spoke up, whispering in my ear his apology.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I sighed with a winning grin he couldn't see, knowing why but playing coy anyway.

“I’m sorry I haven’t told you how much I appreciate your brain,” he answered.

That was not what I expected, but I was intrigued.

“Hmmm,” I smiled, moving my hands to his that were wrapped around my ribs and nuzzling my backside closer to him. “Don’t stop now; you’re on a roll.”

He laughed and invited my attempt to fit into him like a puzzle piece.

“You’re ambitious with everything you want to learn to do, and I don’t tell you enough how much of a turn-on that is,” he hummed, rubbing his head into mine and peppering a kiss on my neck here and there. “And I know you know how much I love the skills you gain, but sometimes I’m bad about just saying how impressive you are to me.”

“You like my crocheting skills, Winchester,” I chuckled, turning my body to face him now and throwing one of my legs over his hips, pulling back in some. “Just say it.”

“I love your crocheting skills,” he replied with a wide grin and brought a hand up to move the stray hairs that fell on my face. “I love your baking and cooking. I love your impressive TV show-binging skills. I love the random facts you have stored in that beautiful brain of yours. I love your surprisingly nerdy side of Marvel and superheroes. I love your attempt at being a gardener.”

“Hey, I have three plants that are thriving right now!” I argued, poking a finger in his chest, which he grabbed and kissed the tip of.

“I love everything you’re passionate about,” he finished off. “I don’t tell you enough, and sometimes I like to see that face you give me when I tease you.” I gave him a look. “Maybe more than sometimes… But! I do love all those things and more about you, Y/N.”

“I don’t doubt it,” I replied, scooting in closer. “But it is nice to hear it from those captivating lips of yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We started smiling at each other, and I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about earlier.

“I’m sorry I teased you,” I sighed, moving to where I was embedded in his chest, and he wrapped himself back around me.

“Don’t be. I deserved it,” he replied, chin on my head before he bent down and kissed the top of it. “I will say, though, I’ve never been mad about seeing that side of you.”

“What side?” I looked up at him.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing,” he chuckled, pulling my head back to him.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed after a minute. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“You’re my favorite person. You know that, right?”

“Feelings are very much mutual,” he answered, caressing a hand up and down my back.

“Good. I’d have to kill you with one of my knitting needles if you said otherwise. Who said needleworking wasn’t dangerous, right?”

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thecoffeelorian · 5 months ago

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Fandom Friday, 1/24: Fanart!

Hello again, everyone…and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the current series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before we begin, I would like to first direct your attention to the Ko-Fi page of @autistic-artistech , as they have a small assortment of Republic Commando fanart available alongside a few other items. So, if there's anyone out there who would like to help an artist, be sure to check it out.

Secondly, as you'll obviously notice as you scroll down...I may have gone a little overboard with the Mandalorians this time around, but given the state of the world these days, I kinda feel as though I needed a few extra pieces of armor for my mind, even if they are imaginary. So for the time being, I guess I'm wrapping myself in a beskaar forcefield in order to feel better protected outside. ^^;

Anyways! Before I get too distracted, lost, or hauled off for Imperial interrogation...here now are my picks of the week!

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanart--By @vikushat:

The Clone Wars Fanart--By @foxyaran:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @cookiebeatz:

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @zahmaddog:

STAR WARS REBELS

Star Wars Rebels Fanart--By @englishwerewolf:

Star Wars Rebels Fanart--By @universesstardust:

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanart--By @discopartydruid:

The Mandalorian Fanart--By @muensterfucker:

THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT

Boba Fett Fanart--By @terroreignor:

Boba Fett Fanart--By @jbcrochetwizard:

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and highlight those artists who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

If anybody likes what they see here AND would enjoy seeing more posts like this; please drop the rock star emoji (👩‍🎤) into the comments or reblogs, and I'll be sure to tag you when the next update comes.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you, stay safe, and I’ll see you in the next post!

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lawrites · 2 years ago

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Gender neutral! Reader X Gotham Rogues Crochet Headcanons

This is so self-indulgent and too detailed for how dumb this concept is...my God. Anyway, crochet headcanons for the Gotham Rogues. How do they react to your crochet hobby? What do you make for them?

Featuring: The Penguin, The Riddler, Zsasz

The Penguin (Ozzie my beloved)

One of Oswald's most prominent love languages is gift-giving (he is SUCH a sugar daddy, c'mon)

So whether you already know how to crochet before meeting him or gently bring up wanting to try it while sharing dinner one night...

He is already getting out his card. A set of beautiful, ergonomic crochet hooks with colors to differentiate between the sizes, a leather yarn bag and organizer, plus yarn to fill it up.

He IS such a snob about fibers tho, he would get you local wool spun right outside of Gotham, bamboo, etc. anything expensive and natural and beautiful. (Even if you beg for some cheap acrylic just to start out with)

He also gets you little penguin stitch markers. He does his research on gifts and makes sure you have EVERYTHING you need to start a new hobby. (Now why is that so hot? Anyway)

He enjoys nothing more than sitting by the fire with you, drinking brandy, (or sometimes nice hot tea), and letting you cuddle up to his side as your nimble fingers create something.

He never gets tired of the cute face you make when you concentrate, or the joy and pride you show when you finally finish a project.

The first project you EVER made had to be a little amigurumi penguin. It was terrible and lopsided and you were almost ashamed to show him. You wouldn't have, actually, if he hadn't been sitting by you the whole time you were making it.

"Little Dove, is that for me? You shouldn't have." His hands plucked it from yours before you could protest, and he hugged it to himself and complimented you. He was so cute and so genuinely happy with it. And it stays on his little bedside table to this day.

BUT to truly make something for him? You try to go with the classics, as Ozzie is a classic guy.

Hat, scarf, mittens.

You use smaller yarn and stitches to give it more elasticity, the yarn is all a deep, darker purple and SO soft. (Cashmere bought on his dollar but it's the thought that counts right?)

You even managed to make a little penguin on only one side of the scarf, making it a little secret for Ozzie while still keeping the scarf classy.

He loves any gift from you but this? He starts planning his winter outfits to match your creations immediately.

He can smell you on the scarf still, since you spent so much time with that yarn, and it makes him smile even as the wind bites at him on cold days in Gotham. 💜

The Riddler

Listen, he's great but we all know he is kinda patronizing and a little bit of an asshole right? (Some versions more than others)

So he supports your hobby, even if your yarn and supplies take up space that he could be using for traps or riddles.

He does to research and figure out as much as he can about the hobby, but he won't dedicate time to it like you will, so he never gets as good. But he DOES know the basics, which means he can now critique you.

You are having trouble with a pattern? "Darling, that's just a double crochet into a half-double crochet into a triple crochet repeated 10 times into a magic ring. Simple."

You lost track of your stitch count? "Well I guess we can't all be multitaskers like me. I'll be silent for a bit while you count. 🙄"

With that in mind, he DOES leave you riddles in crochet pattern form occasionally. They take forever to solve but he's with you for a reason. And success is always...pleasurable for you both. 👀

Your first creation around him was just a little round frog. Green, because you thought you could gift it to Eddie.

It turned out misshapen and lumpy (listen all first projects are like this). And he teased you mercilessly for it.

"I suppose it could be a frog, from a certain angle. Maybe it's supposed to be abstract?"

It went missing after that. (Secretly Eddie keeps it at his workbench and squishes it when he's feeling stressed. The cute face you put on it does make him smile, too, but don't tell anyone 🔪)

For your actual real gift for him? You make a little crochet Riddler plush! You know the man well and he loves himself just a bit too much sometimes. (except maybe Dano Riddler but he would love it too for different reasons)

You decided to not go for realism and keep it simple in the face. But you DID go all out with the clothes. A little green suit jacket, pants, even a belt!

And you found little glasses to put on it. 🤓

When you presented it to him, he was speechless.

He takes it from you, examines it, and the wonder in his eyes makes your heart swell with pride. That is until he opens his mouth again. "I couldn't think of a better subject, truly. Though the face needs some work, dear, it doesn't truly capture my likeness."

But he says this all while hugging it to his side absentmindedly. He hugged it to himself for the rest of the night, actually. (And he now has another crochet project at his work bench)

You sometimes hear him talking to Ed Jr. while he's working, and you just smile to yourself and leave them be, turning back to your own crochet project and enjoying the peace.

Victor Zsasz

My headcanon is that Zsasz is into needlework and crochet, maybe someone in his family taught him?

He recommends what most seasoned crochet people will tell you, don't buy the fancy stuff and get some $3 goodwill hooks to start out with.

He also gifts you some yarn remnants to practice with, and when he doesn't have a job he'll sit next to you on the couch while you watch a movie, patiently helping you with steps you may struggle with.

Sometimes he may silently correct your form, showing you a different way to hold yarn tension or helping you remember how to make a slip stitch.

Your first project was just a simple washcloth. ("Nothing fancy to start out with, get the basics done first and then we may start with other stuff. If you do good.")

And you succeeded! Turns out it IS easier to do something basic at the beginning. Who knew. (Victor did)

After that you continued to have YouTube Video Essay/Needlework nights. Victor would sometimes not even work on anything and just lay against your side.

Sometimes he would even lay in your lap, spitting out any yarn fragments dramatically if they got in his mouth and pouting up at you until he got your attention.

Anyway. The actual project you made him was a nice, cozy sweater. And it was HARD to hide from him. Luckily, his profession DOES sometimes take him out of your apartment for hours upon hours at a time, so you have the ability to work in secret.

You think a simple black sweater is just perfect, something made of cotton or wool and maybe lined with red on the collar/trim, but that's it.

His immediate reaction when you gave it to him was to kiss the LIFE out of you, thanking you for thinking of him.

Then he pulls it over his head immediately, poking his head out and grinning goofily at you.

That night, you don't work on any crochet projects because he takes up your whole lap, cuddled up in his sweater and rubbing his hands up and down your sides, your hips...

Yeah he distracts you well.

And he wears the sweater proudly, but not on jobs. He reserves it for walks around town with you, so he can say his partner made it for him.

#lawrites #reader #gotham x reader #gotham rogues x Reader #gotham rogues #batman rogues #batman rogues x reader #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #the Penguin x reader #victor zsasz x reader

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darkbluekies · 4 months ago

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WHATTTT WAIT WHICH ONES??

let's name drop(realized that there were quite a few of them)

before you think i hate them, no i don't, but there are others i like much much more and forget about these ones. I probably would have written them differently if i wrote them now. If i rewrite them ... i'll probably take down the original :) .. becayse the OVERALL idea is good ... the execution not so much

there are a few i don't like that I have already taken down, actually. I think there was one with hedwig and darlign pretending to be parents for a school project, one with jerry where she gets to crochet, one with edmund where darling somehow survives the alternative ending of the masqurade oneshot.

"Own you" (Marion/the god) is the only oneshot with a character that i've deleted and i deleted him because there was literally no scenarios i could write about him. If he's all mighty, everywhere and nowhere at the same time, there are barely any scenarios that could be made. The oneshot in itself isn't bad, but I don't think it should be on my account! but people like it so i've kept it up!

"Toxic spring breeze" (Dr Kry) does that even have a story line? I feel like it's a start to something, but not finished, like a first part or a chapter in a story. Something is missing and it makes the oneshot feel a bit flat :( today, i would have combined that oneshot with another!

This one might ruffle some feathers but "not a joking matter" (Silas) and i only think it's because i tried something new that was out of my comfort zone. It's not my style and if you read that I think you'll think that too! But it's not bad, it's fun and i liked writing it, but it's not really my style

"Break you" (Jerry) because i think it's too short and too "stereotypical". It's my first jerry oneshot for this account and i hadn't really gotten to know the tumblr version of her (she has been with me for two years before i wrote that oneshot, but i had changed her a little when i added her as a tumblr oc) so i feel like it isn't really Jerry. There's no plot. It'd worked better as a drabble, i think.

"Jealousy makes people blind" (Edmund) i'm not gonig to lie i think i missed the purpose of the oneshot. It feels so stereotypical, so forced. It feels like i'm trying too hard to make him jealous that it feels weird, to me. This is one that would need a rewrite to get what it deserves.

"The alternative ending to dance with death/masquarade massacre" (Edmund) you know i don't like to kill darling and i felt uncomfortable after posting it because i hadn't realised i wasn't into that yet, but it got popular so i feel like i can't take it down lmao

And then there are a few oneshots that I feel neutral about, ones that feel a little boring to me but that i still like, like the valentine's day oneshots but they're supposed to be cute and not really have a plot so i am totally okay with that!

I feel like i need to make a list of my favorites too, because there are a few i ADORE

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justaragdollysblog · 9 months ago

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If I hadn’t Gone In- Chapter 2

After the shocking discovery, Ragatha is left empty and lost. Jax recalls when the new girl first arrived.

TW: Infidelity, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Suggestive, Mild Panic Attack

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Ragatha slumped in her room, sitting on the floor. She was certain that she’d never looked so much like a discarded doll. It was a cruel joke, and it made her laugh slightly through her tears.

She was so extremely heartbroken. A terrible part of her hated him. A terrible part of her wouldn’t be too sad if he found the exit and didn’t come back for her.

She pushed the thoughts away, knowing the sensible, way-too-forgiving part of her didn’t mean that. It didn’t stop any of this from hurting any less, though.

Her breath hitched and shook when she remembered what happened. How long had he been thinking about Marybelle? How long had he been just humoring his own girlfriend?

She gasped and held her chest, feeling the first waves of a panic attack. Her breathing was too frantic and choppy to control, and she couldn’t stop seeing his hands around her waist. His mouth on hers.

She tried to take in bigger amounts of air, but it only made it worse. She let out a strangled sob, moving her hands from her ‘lungs’ and wrapping them around herself in a self soothing gesture.

How could he have done that? What did she do wrong? She’ll be better next time. She has to be better. She’ll do anything to just be-

A knock on the door. “Ragatha? Are you doing okay?”

Ragatha tried to respond, but all that did was cause her breathing to quicken even more. The door opened wide, and Pomni, Zooble, and Gangle stood at its threshold.

Pomni looked a bit surprised, but that quickly gave way to a determined but understanding expression. She nodded to the others, and they slowly filed into Ragatha’s room.

The doll in question was still breathing way too quickly. Pomni approached her, sitting several inches away. “Ragatha? Hey, it’s Pomni. I need you to breathe with me. Can you try that?”

Somewhere deep in Ragatha’s subconscious, she knew Pomni had picked up the techniques that Ragatha used on her. She couldn’t help but feel drawn to the gentleness.

She tried to slow her breathing down, but, again, it didn’t help. Pomni gently took Ragatha’s hand in her own, rubbing a soft circle on the top of it.

“Come on. In and out, okay? Just focus on my voice and my hand on yours. Take however long you need.” Pomni spoke slowly and sweetly, being as gentle as she possibly could to her.

Eventually, her breathing did slow down. Pomni had never gotten impatient or stopped holding her hand. Ragatha sniffled and wiped her eyes.

“I’m sorry, guys.” Ragatha said through a heavy voice. “I really didn’t mean for you guys to have to do that for me.”

Pomni released her hand and put it on the doll’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Ragatha. You kinda get a pass, considering what just…happened.” Pomni added awkwardly.

Ragatha took another deep breath and smiled a bit. Zooble and Gangle sat on the floor as well, and the geometric shape glanced to an unfinished sewing project on the floor next to them. “What’s that?”

Ragatha looked to where they pointed and picked up a half finished crocheted purple bunny plush. Ragatha adorned a sad smile as she looked it over. “A present. For Jax. He said he likes something to hold at night, and…” Her voice trailed off.

Pomni couldn’t necessarily speak for Zooble and Gangle, but GOD, she was mad. She had seen how much time Ragatha had tried to spend with Jax, and the countless times she defended him to the others. Seeing her like this made her digital blood boil.

“Well, I think I know what we need.” Zooble spoke up suddenly. “Ice cream and a 2000’s chick flick.”

Gangle smiled and clapped her ribbon hands together. “Great idea! Let’s go see if there’s any in the kitchen.” She stood up with Zooble.

“And don’t even try to say you don’t need it, Rags,” Zooble looked pointedly at her. “It’s happening anyways.”

She smiled genuinely. “Thank you, Zooble. It really means a lot.” They nodded, and the two headed out, leaving Pomni and Ragatha alone.

The two talked as they set up blankets and chairs and somehow made the room even more cozy and comfortable. Ragatha couldn’t believe how much better she felt already.

She flopped down on the bed with Pomni, heaving a heavy and content (or at least as much as possible right now) sigh. They returned with a couple tubs of ice cream, and decided on Mean Girls.

It was cozy and quiet, and the sense of companionship was heavy as they watched. Ragatha fell sleep pulling at her mind.

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Jax’s room was quiet and cold. SO g*+d@&&m cold.

He lay on his bed, barely even under the covers. Darkness surrounded him, and he contemplated even hugging a pillow to replicate holding Ragatha.

And the absolute worst part? He didn’t have anyone else to blame but himself.

He’d seen some terrible things here. Abstractions, things leading *up* to abstractions, injuries, horrors beyond mortal comprehension, etc.

But nothing compared to the look Ragatha had when she saw the two together.

He had never meant for her to see that. He didn’t even know why he didn’t just push her off at the last minute.

He enjoyed it. He enjoyed the feeling of porcelain against his fur. But now he was absolutely and completely alone.

Ragatha would never take him back. The others, who already hated him, would absolutely loathe him now. All because of some stupid mistake that didn’t even mean anything.

He had never wanted to abstract more than right now. He missed her touch in ways he didn’t even realize he needed.

She was probably blaming herself right now. Zooble was probably telling her how she didn’t need him, and Pomni was probably just insulting him.

He whimpered at these thoughts, deciding on the pillow and holding it to his chest tightly. He would do absolutely anything for her to be laying with him, petting his ears and burying her face in his neck.

But that wasn’t happening. It was never going to happen again.

He had absolutely no one. No one would take his side, or see from his point of view. No one would understand him or like him or even talk to him again.

Now it was his turn to smile sadly down at the pillow he held like it might disappear. He sniffled, voice thick with sadness and longing.

“Goodnight, dollface.”

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WOOOOO chapter 2 done! i have some plans for chapter 3 that might be a bit…confrontational 👀👀👀

i also want to do more tadc ships than bunnydoll and abstragedy. I’ll still write them! I need prompts for showtime and jesterdoll as well :)))

Reblogs are always appreciated! see you guys next time :)))))

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc fic #writers on tumblr #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #bunnydoll #jax x ragatha #tadc angst #ragatha #the amazing digital circus jax #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus gangle #tadc zooble #zooble

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ghxstyfae · 1 year ago

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Little Doe ♡ John B headcanons

John b is just so daddy. He needs to take care of something, and he loves taking care of his little doe.

Warning: nsfw, not x reader, bit of dacryphilia,

He calls her doe, little doe, and doe-girl most of the time

Shes actually pretty tall, 5'7, very skinny and frail though.

They met somewhere in the middle of the woods. She was foraging for berries (living her aesthetic nara smith life) to make a berry pie.

Whem she heard him rustling around, watching her, her head snapped up with wide eyes, just like a deer and thats where the nickname stuck.

When they approached her she was wary of them, but outstretched her basket to offer strawberries.

She has longg brown hair, and brown eyes that John B absolutely LOVES

Hes always staring at her wide eyes, even helps her put on mascara sometimes when shes tired before they go out

Like most my girls, shes a big fan of Sanrio, her favourite being pompompuri

Doe isnt too hard to please, one of her biggest love languages is penguin pebbling. She adores when john b brings her little things that remind him of her.

That being said she did it first, making him little knitted projects, crocheted keychains, regular rocks, crystals, or whatever she thinks he might like.

Its just how she shows her affection.

Doe girl doesnt like wesring shirts. Or bras. Half the time shes walking around home or the chateau in just her loose pants, overalls, etc. Titties to thr wind

She also likes wearing outfits like this, this, and this

Daddy jombee gets a little upset at that (^^), especially at first when he and jj walks in to her wearing her patchwork overalls and knitting in the couch.

"Doe weve talked about this before" "if boys can have their tits out so can i daddy" that shut him up quickly enough, considering neither him nor jj were wearing shirts.

Shes lowkey a crybaby, very fragile emotionally and that makes her really anxious

Gets overstimulated from people VERY easily, she lives near a forest that shes constantly exploring whwn she wants a break

Every thursday and sunday they go on a date night, but sometimes she asks to cancel whatever plans they had and either stay in or have a picnic outside.

It didnt take long for the tradition to have 1 solo date night a week, and 1 date where they're around other people

Shes so extremely kinky, but would never share that verbally

Loves to be tied up, esp with the colourful rope Jombee uses.

Shes very quiet when JJ, Pope, Kiara, etc. Are around, even though theyve known eachother for a very long time

Its not that she doesn't like them, shes just a silent soul

As i mentioned, shes a crier, and John B loves it. He loves watching her wide eyes fill up with tears as she takes him, gripping onto his back

Her nails are naturally a decent length and she shapes them sorta almond ish, but the scratch marks on daddys back are deep and sharp

She wakes up very early, almost 5 am every day, and she goes to bed at around 10:30.

First thing she does when she wakes up is makes a fruity smoothie (on weekends she'll make pancakes or waffles), take care of her plants, and finish up any laundry or dishes.

She is absolutely a morning bird, and looses her energy as the day goes on.

This results in naps from 2 pm to 3:40 (shes a creature of habit)

Shes lowkey very book smart buut not street smart at all. Kinda like Pope,

but worse, very oblivious. This is one of the reasons her and JB work so well together. He sees her as someone he gets to take care of

Holds his pinky instead of his whole hand

Doe always says the right thing. Shes a super comforting and empathetic person and is always the person to go too when you need advice

Hates scary things, she really is like a deer in headlights at any sign of horror or danger.

#fanfiction #john b #john b routledge #obx fanfiction #obx #outer banks #john b routledge x reader #john b x f!reader

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stellarvoyage · 4 months ago

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Find The Word Game

rules: i'll give you five words. find the word (or closest approximation you can) in your works and post an excerpt. tag others to play and give them new words too!

I was tagged by @runawaydragons with the words 'storm', 'dare', 'two', 'movement', and 'legend', and I'm (not very) sorry to say that I cheated. Instead of looking for specific words I searched for a theme or a feeling. Here goes:

Storm

The snowstorm surprised them with its intensity as the trekked over the open moor. A persistent sleet that turned to sharp snow as the wind increased, and soon they couldn’t see much of anything in the white landscape. They walked on in the direction of a distant treeline, last glimpsed before the snow turned everything a thick, impenetrable white. They knew they needed to find shelter before dark, but the landscape yielded nothing but snowy heather and long, rolling ridges. With visibility down to almost nothing they had to hold on to each other, and their pace slowed as dusk slowly crept in, turning everything a darkening bluish gray.

Dare

Zevran was still dealing with the shock of seeing Taliesen again and the unexpected plea he made for Zevran to return to him (because for Taliesen that cockily phrased offer was certainly a plea), taking quick stock of his surroundings and thinking very fast when the woman beside him spoke in answer, quite calmly, her voice barely raised. "Of course, I'd need to be dead, first." Zevran glanced at her, standing so straight and calm, only that slight vibrance he had learned to recognize telling him she was as tense as he, and found himself unable to speak for a moment at the thought of her crumpling from a dagger through the… No. He raised his voice to carry over to the other assassin, still looking at her. "And I am not about to let that happen." He saw her nod gravely, her eyes dark and understanding, acknowledging the thing he did not -- could not -- voice. Taliesen's mocking retort was a confirmation of sorts that he had made the right decision. Zevran was no longer the man that had left Antiva, and he had no wish to abandon the new life he had found. He turned back to face his old lover, to offer a farewell. "I am sorry, my old friend, but the answer is no. And you should have stayed in Antiva."

Two

It was very late, sometime in the hours between midnight and dawn. Even the younger Shadow Dragons had gone home or found a bed somewhere. Ashur and Tarquin lounged on the pillows in the back room waiting for the last Dragons return from a stakeout. It would probably be some time yet, and they should probably sleep, but neither of them had yet made a move in that direction. Traces of a late meal were spread around them, and Tarquins finished paperwork sat in a neat stack next to him. Ashur was learning to crochet (it was good to have something to do with his hands, he claimed) but had abandoned his latest project a while ago and now sat leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, shoulder to shoulder with Tarquin. They spoke occasionally, the words coming slower with the late hour. It was companionable, easy in the way that they could only be with each other at a time when (almost) all masks were off. Ashur still wore his veil, but the hat was off, as was his cloak and jacket. His shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows, distracting Tarquin with the clean lines of his underarm, the shapeliness of his hands. Tarquin had a thing for hands, he did. (He also had a thing for Ashur, but he tried to ignore that. Admiring someone, as a person, and for their aesthetics, was one thing. Pining for them … that was not done. So. Ignoring it.)

Movement

How could a middle aged metal man be so good at yoga that he nailed just about every pose, even thhe ridiculously difficult ones? Galadriel didn’t understand it. She knew she was being petty and overly competitive, but it irked her that she wasn’t the best in class. And this introverted, quiet guy with long, black hair, and worn sweatpants and washed out band t-shirts just … outclassed her with his perfect form and seemingly effortless vinyasas. How did he manage show up to 7 AM classes looking like he’d just stepped out of bed and pulled on a scrunchie, and still have better form than her? She, who usually excelled at every sport, and rarely needeed more than two tries to get a new move. She could not wrap her head around it. When she later complained to Elrond he just laughed at her. “I think this is good for you, Galadriel. You need to get out of your head a bit. Just ignore him and do your own work.”

Legend

(a long time ago in a galaxy far away) Healer padawan Surana and senior padawan Alistair (no last name!) were lucky to escape the planet alive, in the strangest (and most sentient) ship they had ever seen. Now they were trying to make their way back to Coruscant to report to the Council, and inform the Senate of the conflict’s escalation. Trying being the operative word here, since it felt like the Force itself worked against them, so many obstacles had they stumbled upon. First, the ship they escaped on had locked them out of the nav system and landed on the Korcari, Ostagar’s swampy and forested moon, and then promptly shut down, refusing to be powered up again. When they exited the ship they got locked out. And while they had escaped the conflict itself, they certainly didn’t make much headway on their journey towards the core. In the end, they had to hire help from a strange woman, obviously force sensitive but maybe-probably not a darksider, who had a ratty little ship that while it couldn’t go either far or fast, it would take them to the nearest travel hub, a backwater trade post on the planet Lothering, where they (hopefully) would be able to find a new ride.

I'm voluntagging anyone who reads this, if you want to play. The words are: Cat, dog, horse, dragon, hedgehog.

Have fun!

#runawaydragons

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sweaterkittensahoy · 6 months ago

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Everything in my "Yarn in House" folder so far for 2025

These are crochet thread size #30 gloves for cosplay purposes.

I've been with Sean for 20 years and never made him a whole sweater, so I had him pick from the patterns I've collected, and he wants this one first. He does not know I'm actually gonna try to sneak in one or two more and surprise him. Also, if you recall my recent bitching about watermarks and people how go way too fucking wild with them, I want to point this one out as an appropriate type. I don't love that it's over the arm, but I get that it's so it can't be fully ignored, but also, it is placed mostly out of the way so you can see the actual design.

Ya'll voted for this blouse to go first when I gave you four options. It'll be made in #20 thread.

The other blouses from the poll. I've got most of the supplies in house save for some thread for this bottom one that's on backorder but due in the next couple of weeks.

(By the way, My Vintage Wish on Etsy fucking rules for knitting/crochet/sewing patterns even if they do use 'retro' incorrectly. I have so many of their patterns.)

Do I go outside in summer? No. Have I made a tutorial about how to resize 1970s ideas of butt sizes so you can fit into these suits? Yup.

Oh, look, the watermark I fucking hate and spend a lot of time image searching to avoid using the photo from the pattern I bought because the watermark is IN THE GODDAMN WAY. Anyway, the yarn for this one is not technically in the house yet, but it's ordered, so it goes in the folder.

Meant to make this guy for the just-passed Christmas season. Yarn's been in the house for months. I just think he's cute.

Sportweight boucle!! Which I found on Knitpicks, it turns out. Definitely double-check color on a couple different devices because I thought I got eye-searing orange, and it's way more mellow than the site photo suggests.

No joke, I get a little giddy when my small unnaturals match the vintage sizing. It's a joke that 36-38 was "big" sizing, but my boobs are now 37", so it's a little thrill to only need to do waist math rather than huge tits math.

Honestly still not sure if this is a teen pattern or an adult pattern, but I'll need to adjust sizing regardless because I have a whole ass. I'm getting pretty good at ass-sizing, honestly. This one can be made in size #10 thread or 3-ply, with the 3-play making it possible to go up to size 18 (vintage), but I have some lovely thread I want to use, so I'll math that bitch.

File under "Things I couldn't make before the smallering because fuck that much math." I am very excited for this.

Also, shout out to the website I get all these mail order patterns from. Glad someone has saved them. I imagine there's loads of these that just got binned at some point.

Added this one last night because I realized I needed a bit more thread for the hat I'm working on. Literally only a bit, but now I've got 1200 yards on the way to make this apron.

My "bitch why" project for 2025. A join-as-you motif dress that will require math to fit. But oh my god when I finish it, I will forgive it all of its sins.

It took several years, but I have finally found a top I can make with a Knitpicks Luminance discontinued color I have. I am very excited.

A 1930s mesh skirt that is literally "make a chain slightly bigger than your waist and get your ass to work." Love patterns like this.

This one is from Free Vintage Crochet which looks like an ad-ware nightmare but is actually a great site for vintage patterns. It's run by a woman who just wants to archive as many patterns as she can, and it's a giant archive of truly free stuff. She does sell some full booklets that have been beautifully restored in PDF (I have a couple), but you don't have to sign up or buy anything to make use of everything here. Definitely worth a deep dive by category if you're into vintage patterns.

Literally chosen because I have leftover yarn from overbuying to cover my ass (literal) for a vintage dress.

The first large project I ever made about two decades ago. And it's still available for free! (If you don't have a ravelry account, I can send you the pattern if you want). Josi was a friend, actually. She passed away a couple of years ago, and I miss her terribly at times. She designed some truly beautiful clothes, and I've managed to scrape together some of her designs that I bought over the years or happened to find on third-party sites. All of the places she sold her work no longer exist. If you have any Josi patterns and are willing to share, I'd appreciate it. The last conversation we had, actually, was about what yarn to use for this skirt. Josi didn't pick the suggested yarns in the pattern; Craft magazine made that call. She disagreed with their choices. She suggested Valley Yarns Leverett as she always meant for the skirt to be made in a light worsted.

Anyway, that's most of my to-make list for 2025 so far. I've got two freehand projects and one cape from a book, so they're not in my digital stack. If my usual average of about 40 projects a year works out here, I've got about half the year booked up.

#crochet #crochetblr #long post

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errorryx · 11 months ago

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unraveling — part two, season nine

read on ao3 | read part one | hermitcraft, 1.6k words

the second part of my fic for MCYTblr AUFest! please do read the first part for more info about this AU if you haven't already. i did a lot of research on crochet for this chapter, but i haven't tried out any of the techniques myself, only watched and read explanations of it. sorry if there's any inaccuracies!

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Pearl drops in on her unexpectedly, while she’s working on a new armor stand project. Cleo has her headphones in because she’s filming this for the statues guild, who provide her with feedback whenever she uploads her videos. She doesn’t hear what Pearl’s saying, but she can see Pearl waving around a small pink stick to get her attention.

It takes Cleo several moments to realize that the stick is a crochet-needle-thingy, and several more moments to put the pieces together and realize that Pearl’s asking her for help. She mutes the audio and takes off her headphones.

“Got a minute?” Pearl asks.

“Is it serious?”

“Ehh. I can ask someone else if you’re busy.”

Cleo narrows her eyes. “That’s a yes, then.”

“Sorry if I’m interrupting! I just thought you might know a thing or two about this kind of maintenance,” Pearl says, looking sheepish as Cleo snaps her book shut and switches off the camera.

“What kind of maintenance would that be?”

“Body maintenance, I suppose.”

“Surely you don’t need me to tell you that you’re supposed to eat regularly and take showers.”

“That’s not really what I—”

“I know. Just messing with you. What can I do to help?”

Pearl hands her the needle. “Do you know how to crochet?”

Cleo raises her eyebrows as she accepts the needle from Pearl—no, it’s called a hook, she remembers that now. “Maybe,” she says. “I tried it very briefly, but I haven’t touched it in years. I could use a refresher.”

“I can walk you through it. I just need someone else’s help because I can’t reach.” Pearl turns around and pulls up her jacket, revealing a hole in the stitching of her lower back. Cleo can see the stuffing poking out, but Pearl doesn’t seem too bothered, so she must not be in any pain.

“I can see why that would be a problem,” Cleo says. “How did this happen?”

“I snagged it on something while I was building. Happens to me all the time. It didn’t tear, but the more I move around, the more it unravels, so I want to nip it in the bud as quickly as possible.” Pearl glances around, then makes a beeline to a mostly-empty desk up against the wall. She begins taking things out of her inventory—several small plastic clips, a skein of thick white yarn, a pair of scissors, a second crochet hook, and a row of chain stitches on the end of a skein of thinner pink yarn. “Okay, first things first.”

She removes the jacket, and the wings come with it. Cleo ought to have seen that one coming, actually, but it still comes as a surprise. They remember hearing Grian’s claim last season that Pearl can use her wings to fly. They hadn’t believed him at the time, but now they can be certain he was lying.

“Any loose yarn around the hole needs to be secured with these,” Pearl says, dropping the tiny clips into Cleo’s hand. “Then I can demonstrate the stitch for you. It’s just a single stitch, so if you’ve done this before, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it pretty quickly.”

She turns around, and Cleo takes the clips, sliding them through the gaps in the stitching. “You were right to come to me,” they say, laughing dryly. “This would be enough to get most of the other Hermits panicking about screwing it up already.”

“I did try this with Gem once,” Pearl says. “It was definitely a lot more panicky.”

“How’d she do?”

Pearl laughs, and Cleo can hear the fondness in her voice. “We got there eventually.”

“That bad, huh?” Cleo finishes up with the clips. “Okay, show me this stitch.”

They flick on the desk light, and Pearl takes her needle in hand, showing Cleo the chain stitch row she brought with her. “You probably would’ve learned this one first after the chain stitch,” she says. “It’s super easy. You start by hooking this second chain on the row beneath…”

She demonstrates each step of the stitch slowly and carefully. After three stitches, she hands it over to Cleo to try, and Cleo takes the hook, trying to replicate Pearl’s motions.

“Oh, that wasn’t right,” they say, pulling it back out.

“Need me to show you again?”

“No, I know what I did wrong, let me…”

Cleo squares her shoulders and looks closely at the yarn. She can do this. Hook, loop, loop, pull. It’s a simple pattern, and after a few stitches she begins to find a rhythm with it and dares to go a little faster.

“There you go! Let me see,” Pearl says, peering over Cleo’s stitches. “Those look good, just be careful not to pull too tight. Keep it nice and loose.”

“Got it.” Cleo does another few stitches, keeping them loose but not too loose. Muscle memory from half a decade ago starts to kick in, and before she knows it, she’s finished the row. “That wasn’t too bad.”

“I’ve also got to show you the magic knot,” Pearl says. “Have you done that one before?”

“It sounds familiar,” Cleo says. "Pretty sure I opted for a different method, but a knot's probably a sturdier choice for a part of your body.”

Pearl clips two pieces of yarn from the white skein, then lays them down parallel to each other. She ties a simple knot with the top strand around the bottom strand, then does the opposite with the bottom strand. After both knots are tightened, she pulls the loose ends apart, and the knots slide together. She takes a pair of scissors and clips the ends off very close to the knot.

“There!” she says, holding up the finished product: a single connected strand of yarn with a tiny knot in the center. “Now you try.”

“That’s ridiculously simple,” Cleo says. She recreates the knot easily, clipping off the extra ends and pulling on the strand from both sides. The knot holds firm. “This is brilliant. Why was I ever doing it the other way?”

“Do you think you’re ready to fix me, or do you want more practice?” Pearl asks. “I don't know how much loose yarn is left back there, but the knots will be harder to tie if the strands are too short.”

“Maybe a bit more practice, just to be safe.” Cleo takes up the practice stitches again and goes through another short row, then half of a third. She ties the magic knot a few times with shorter and shorter strands before she declares herself ready.

“Don’t worry if it looks messy,” Pearl says as Cleo starts tying the first magic knot. “I don’t need it to be perfect. I just need it to stay.”

“This is going to take a while,” Cleo realizes, looking at the hole again. It spans at least four or five rows, each twice as long as her practice rows. “You should probably make yourself comfortable.”

“I could lay on top of the desk,” Pearl suggests with a laugh. She pushes everything to the back of the desk, setting the scissors aside on the chair for Cleo’s use, and lays on her stomach, propping her head up on her elbows.

“Is that comfortable?” Cleo asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m all good! I don’t really get muscle strain.”

“Oh, duh, that makes sense.”

Cleo gets to work, taking it slowly. “I really am glad I came to you,” Pearl says. “You’re very relaxed about the whole process.”

“Oh, of course,” Cleo says. “You have to keep a level head with these sorts of things, or you’re never going to get anywhere.”

“Exactly!” Pearl says, holding her arms out for emphasis. “Oh, sorry. I’ll try to stay still. It’s just nice to be doing this with someone who gets it.”

“It does raise some questions, you know.” Cleo’s thought about this before, and she has yet to come up with a satisfactory answer. “The way we are.”

“The whole replacing-bits-of-ourselves thing, you mean?”

“Yes, that.” Cleo’s done a lot of grafts over the years, to the point where she’s given up trying to remember them all. “Sometimes I think about it at night when I’m trying to fall asleep. You know, the old standbys: how much of the original me is left? Am I still the same player if most of me is something else?”

“I used to have those thoughts all the time,” Pearl says. “And one day I just decided, hey, I’m still me, right? No matter how many times I have to stitch myself back up. There’s nothing so important that I keep stored in some silly fabric. Or some silly rotten flesh. All the parts of me that matter are here to stay.”

“That’s actually really lovely.” Cleo’s hands stopped moving at some point while Pearl was speaking, so they take it as an opportunity to examine the work they’ve done so far. “I think I’m getting the hang of this.”

Pearl cranes her neck in an attempt to get a look, but gives up. “Your practice stitches were good, I trust your judgment.”

“I’m nearly finished,” Cleo tells her, looping through a few more stitches. “Just this last knot, and then…” She steps back, satisfied. “There you go!”

Pearl gets back to her feet, then stretches herself out, bending over and reaching down to her toes. “Thank you so much for helping me out,” she says. ��I’m happy to return the favor if you ever need it.”

“I appreciate the offer,” Cleo tells her, “but I should warn you, my tune-ups aren’t so neat and tidy.”

“I don’t mind getting my hands dirty,” Pearl says as she shrugs on her jacket. “That stuff doesn’t bother me, anyway. No reason to be afraid of some blood and guts when you don’t have any of your own!”

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gaarakun · 2 years ago

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stay in for the night

charlie slimecicle x fem!reader

warnings: just fluff, i don’t think it needs a warning but you can let me know if i should add something

be kind pls, english isn’t my first language

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You and charlie always shared stay at home hobbies, if you could stay with each other inside of your home, then that’s what you will do. He’s very domestic, he prefers to stay inside with you.

Your favorite nights consists on him, sitting in the couch while he plays a game he is hyperfixating with at the moment, the current game being the new Zelda, while you lay your legs on top of his lap, crocheting your new project.

Most people would consider you lame for staying in all nights, but did you need to go out and party if you had the most perfect men waiting for you at home?z. His arms open every time you need some cuddles, making you laugh with every silly thing he says and that beautiful smile while he looks at you.

Tonight was one of those nights. Charlie was comfortably sitting in the couch looking so cuddly while wearing a random shirt and some pants, his messy hair resting on his forehead. So you decide to join your very buff and huggable boyfriend.

You grab your new crochet project and water bottle and sit beside him, taking the liberty to put your legs in his lap. He looks at you and smiles.

“Hey, love. Are you joining me?” he says as he pauses the game and looks at you with the biggest smile, he moves his hand to your jaw and places a sweet and quick kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, you just look so comfy and cuddly so I decided to join” you giggle as you move your head to kiss his hand that was holding your face. “I hope you don’t mind”

“Mm, of course I don’t mind. I love spending time with you, specially when you come here and sit in my lap while you watch me play” He says and drags you so your sitting fully on his lap.

He kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you, trapping you inside his arms while he holds the controller in his hands. He starts the game again. You move a little bit to get comfy in his lap and then cuddle up to Charlie while resting your back in his buff chest. You grab your crochet project and start working on it.

“What are you working on, baby?” Charlie asks.

“I’m doing a plushie! it’s a little kitty” you smile proudly at your own work.

“Oh my god, I’m excited to see it finished” he says paying attention to your work.

You giggle at his excitement. “Once I’m done, I’ll crochet you a slimecicle plushie” you look up at him, to watch his reaction.

He has the biggest smile ever and hugs you tight while he places little kisses to your face. “I will love you even more if you do. I swear I’ll put it in my set up and everything”.

“Then I’m absolutely gonna crochet it” you say as you take his cheek and kiss him passionately. “I didn’t know you like my work that much”

“What do you mean? I love what you do and I love even more watching you having so much fun while making it”

You smile happily and continue working on your project. He continues playing and snuggles closer to you. A few hours later, you decide to stop the project for today and continue tomorrow. At this point of the night you just cuddle up into Charlie and watch him play.

He murmurs something and sighs because he can’t get a puzzle right. So you giggle at him, watching him struggle and say such incoherent things when he fails.

“Why are you laughing at me? You like watching your perfect, handsome, boyfriend and love of your life struggling?” he reproaches as you laugh even more.

“It’s just funny how you keep repeating it but you can’t get it right” you giggle as your caress his arm, trying to make him feel better. “I’ll tell you what. If you get it right in the next 2 tries, I’ll give you all the kisses you want but if you don’t get it right then you will have to take all of my turns to clean the dishes for a week. What do you say?”

He smiles and offers his hand to seal the deal. “It’s a deal” he says. You shake his hand and he immediately starts trying to get the puzzle right but he fails the first time. “I have one more chance and I’ll do it! I promise” he prepares himself.

You give him a little kiss on the cheek for good luck and he starts the puzzle, actually making it this time.

“Yes! You owe me so much kisses now, I will kiss those lips until they fall” he laughs and starts peppering kisses all over your face and hugging you tight with his arms so you can’t move too much, making you giggle.

“No, I don’t want my lips to come off, please!” you joke as you try to break off from his strong arms and you actually escape from him, as he chases you while laughing.

“Come here, you promised me those kisses!” he tries to get you as you move around the living room. If a stranger were to see you, he would have thought you two were crazy, running around the couch.

Suddenly he jumps across the couch and grabs you as he wraps his arms around you tightly. “Yes! I told you I was going to get you!” he says between giggles as he leaves tons of kisses in your face and lips as you laugh and squirm in his arms.

He picks you up and throws you to the big and comfortable couch, as he gets on top of you and places a lot more kisses, making you laugh like crazy.

“Okay, okay, I give up!” you say the moment your tummy starts hurting from laughing so much.

“I win” he lays down besides you as he get your hair out of your face that was there from all the squirming and running.

“Can you stop being such a leo for a moment?” you joke making him chuckle.

You both calm yourself and cuddle, falling into a comfortable silence. You start getting sleepy but Charlie continues his game as he is laying down with you and cuddling.

The relaxed atmosphere just makes you drift off to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms. After some minutes he notices you fell asleep. He pauses the game for a moment to check up on you, noticing you’re not deeply asleep, so he resumes his game and plays until you completely fall asleep. He turns off the tv and the console to take you into his arms and carry you to your shared bed. You wrap your arms around his neck, lean your head in his shoulder and wrap your legs around his waist in your sleep.

Once he takes you to your shared room, he lays you down softly, making sure you are comfortable, he wraps you around the blankets and goes to his side of the bed to lay down with you, the light movement when he sits in the bed makes you awake softly. He hushes you to sleep, as he cuddles into you, making sure you’re comfortable.

He places a small and light kiss to your forehead. “I love you” he whispers the moment his lips separate from your forehead.

Since you’re slightly awake, you shift a little bit to cuddle into him closer. “I love you too” you say with that cute and sleepy voice that Charlie loves. You completely fall asleep, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

He caresses your hair softly and admire your perfect face smushed up against his chest, as he tries to fall asleep. A few minutes later, you’re both asleep, in the tranquility of your home.

#slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle imagine #charlie slimecicle imagine #chuckle sandwich x reader

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stabbysticks · 7 months ago

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2024 in review

I'm looking at my WIPs and while it would be wild crazy an interesting challenge to finish my WIPs before the year's end, I hink I'm going to be honest with myself and agree it's unlikely to happen. (Three of the "six" active WIPs I have are collection-y small pieces projects, one is left open in case I ever want to knit a frog again, one would probably be over quickly the moment I sit down to decide to get it done, and the final I want to jump in at my best so I can give it my best...)

So I'm reflecting on my finished projects (already!). I did a ranking system and worked out what my favorites of the year were. Putting it under a read more since it gets pretty chonky.

The following are my top 3 (or 7 if your'e my partner):

1st - Moss on the Rock Cowl 2nd - Strawberry Alaska Hat / Chevron Stripey Cowl / Woodland Hat / Mintea Tank 3rd - Rye Tie / Shrimp Party

Some thoughts on the top 7:

Self dyed projects definitely got a boost in my feelings towards them from pride. (I don't reach for moss on the rock more than the stripey chevron cowl, but the moss on the rock was self-drafted and more successful of a dyeing experiment than the self-striping ended up so it won out in the end).

My feelings towards projects were definitely impacted by my feelings of and from the recipients of them. Shrimp party was a huge hit for the loved ones that received them and ended up gaining rank from the warm fuzzies of knowing I made positive impact on them. (Similarly, the rye tie isn't exactly ground breaking, but I love my partner and it's always a pleasure to see him put it on for fun or events.)

Also further proof that I'm a process over product knitter, I loved the Woodland Hat partially due to finally diving into the fisherman's rib and partially due to how cushion-y the stitches themselves came out. (It's a gift so I can only hold on to the feeling as I knit it up, does mean it will inspire me to do more exploration into fisherman's rib & brioche.

Honorable Mentions (AKA eveything else...): Gingham Hat, Camp Mug Cozies, Marsa Sweater, Quick Camera Bag, Bab Pants, Tri Loop, OCF Fedora, & Sideways Garter Basket.

Some thoughts on the runners-up:

I think the OCF Fedora could have faired better considering it was my first crochet project (!! kinda a big deal), but ultimately I wasn't happy with how it turned out, it wasn't stiff enough to hold it's shape, and I was rushed on the dyeing job so it turned out murky and not as I had envisioned. I do plan on redoing this project with more time and hopefully better materials so it holds its shape better.

Some of these projects lost a lot of rank due to my frustrations with the pattern or it not coming out as I had envisioned (the garter basket, the tri-loop, the marsa sweater). Further evidence that I'm a process knitter, haha.

I'm curious how all these would hold up if I had some of these WIPs done.

I don't think the mosaic pouch could win out at the top, but I could see it fitting pretty snug in the middle based on pride from a combination of trying new things and pushing my skills.

The Stardew socks might've just won out, but I've been really struggling with colorwork in socks (too tight tension) so I'm anxious about diving back in...

The leaf motif could be up there from (A) self-dyed project and (B) it really worked as a small comfort project when I needed something easier to sink my teeth into.

The Worm Party is suffering from already being a worm (a troublesome soul) but I hope to see i through, it just requires a lot of muscle to make any progress on.

And finally, the log cabin blanket. It would just win. This thing has been there through thick and thin. It holds remnants of projects long past given and memories of all those other projects in my past and the people they've impacted. It's hefty and chaotic. And yet it's nowhere near done, haha.

I get that this was a long post, I appreciate you making it this far in my ramblings. I found this process very helpful. By considering my items piece by piece I was able to celebrate their nuances and reflect on their impact on myself and my loved ones. It forced me to focus on the good that I've done, rather than tearing myself down in all the minor mistakes I've made along the way.

I get that these kind of meditative activities don't work for everyone, but if you're feeling down this year, may I recommend you look back at the hundreds to thousands of yards of love you've put out in the world?

#knitblr #knitting #stabby insights #rb project #rb wip

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anothertimdrakestan · 1 month ago

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EEEEE I LOVE THIS MATCH MAKING THING!!! Could I try? If so…

- I’m 5’3

- body type wise, there is no way to describe me other than a mixed breed of everything? Like, rectangular, very flat chest and butt but I’m fat at my stomach and thighs and everywhere else:’)

- infj and a November baby :)

- I play violin, do martial arts, and I loveee metal/rock (especially Ghost and sleep token :))

- I love arts and crafts (like crochet, clay, etc.) but I also LOVEEEEEE science

- forever a foodie :) - food is the way into someone’s heart

- I LOVE PLANTS (I’ve killed many though…)

Thank you author, please make sure to take care of yourself!!!

hi my angel love! thank u for the requestttt

anywho- HI JASON TODD'S LOVER

- is it wrong to start with thighs? it's where is head starts every morning

- hope you're into a little pain in pleasure because he's leaving love bites all the way up your thighs

- if you're wearing short shorts and the thighs jiggle as you walk? he's going to take you to bed until your entire body is shaking

- it's not your fault you're his exact type right?!?! he's far too doting on every square inch of you

- i thinkkk you were tim's friend first, kinda quiet you never wanted to bother the louder wayne's trampling around the house

- jason kinda did a double take like "oh it's tims friend crocheting while he does homework... wait why is she kinda my type?"

- he's quite perceptive. noticed you prefer sitting in silence with a tiny bit of physical contact and for as loud mouthed as he is, he wanted to try to fit your vibe

- when tim left you in the dining room for a bit, he wandered in expecting you to be quiet and small... until you started blasting rock music and then his heart was beating solely for you

- he sent dick a text begging him to accidentally lock tim in his room while he grabbed his phone and then jace starting the flirting

- "sooo you and tim huh?" he broke the silence. you gave him a weird look, "timbers? i could literally break every bone is his body?"

- you explained your love for martial arts and jason was like... "you're literally crocheting right now?" to which you said "never met a girl with layers?" he just smirked and said "no i have, never one as pretty as you" which made your heart do a backflip- guys were never that forward with you

- add a couple weeks of you being unable to cope with how obsessed with you jason was, and roughly 1.5 months later you were telling tim you had to go to the bathroom but were taking a pitstop at jason's room for the hottest makeout sessions you'd ever had

- tim knew (he always does) and one day broke up the steamy tongue action by kicked jason's door down and saying "todd you ask her out or you send her back to finish the group project with me"

- tim knew jason needed the push, jace was worried he was too dark and sad for your warmth

- you looked at him with hopeful eyes, it finally clicked for him that the depth he saw in you, you actually saw in him

- fast forward a year and you were living together in a gotham penthouse

- jason is deeply happy, and a little bit fat. what ca he say??? if you fall head over heels for someone who could compete on top chef you're gonna put on a couple pounds

- and it looked Good. on him. like with all the protein he was bulky, muscles rippling, pecs for days

- in the mornings you'd roll onto him, bury yourself in his pecs, while he ran his fingers through your hair

- the height difference was too cute. he made a habit of just picking you up and placing you somewhere. he's cooking? oh you're picked up from the couch and placed onto the counter. you're at a rock concert together? your feet never touch the ground, his massive shoulders hold you far above the crowd with ease.

- at the start of the new year, you both try to care for plants which eventually wilt and are rescued by tim, you replace them with crochet replicas which jason pretends to water every once and a while just to see you smile

- it's just very homely, warm in the way that two people who truly love each other are

- i think, in a way, it heals jason to know someone soft and creative could really love him and see a future that he's a part of

- i think for you, it would place a new confidence on your shoulders, there was a 6 foot hunk behind your every move, and someone who worshiped the ground you walked on (when he wasn't carrying you) it made self worth come easy to you, and to him. you'd be the best thing that had ever happened to each other

i hope you enjoyedddd tell jason i say hi and that he needs to learn real coping mechanisms and cant just shove his face in your thighs at every inconvenience!

<3 elle

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #personalized matchmaking #batboys

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