#paid Patterns

[truebluemeandyou]

3 Halloween Crochet Collars and Sleeves from Etsy

Top Image: Requiem Collar and Cuffs Crochet Pattern from OurWidow for $11.00 here.

Lower Left: Victorian Skull High Collar Crochet Collar from LunarStill for $3.91 here.

Lower Right: The Abramacabra Skull Crochet Collar Pattern from MadToymaker for $4.40 here.

I have posted so many Halloween Skull DIYs here.

Find the DIY Crochet Skull Shawl Free Pattern from kungen och majkis on Ravelry posted here on my blog.

[rainbowtoyspattern]

https://rainbowtoyspattern.etsy.com/listing/1160070623

Plush Heart PATTERN Crochet Cat plush pattern Plush Bunny pdf Easy crochet pattern Valentine's Day plushies Mother's day gift

[skeetsk]

I know I never post my own stuff but this project took me like three months and I'm so proud of it!!

edit: pattern was found on ravelry!

[vinestaff]

what the hell, sure

[littlefleamart]

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[hibernationfibres]

The pattern is out!!

Thanks to all the love on the other posts (here and here) about my fuzzy walking mushroom, I've written out a pattern for it! UK and US terms are available, and it's up on ravelry for anyone who wants to check it out

Edit: I know ravelry doesn't work for everyone, so if you want the pattern but can't use it then feel free to DM me and we'll sort something out!

Ravelry

Etsy (increased price)

[larrylimericks]

12Jul24

Three hundred and fifty-six days Since last we saw Harry on stage, But tonight a duet! For Ms. Nicks’ Hyde Park set, And a Songbird who’s now flown away.

[littlethingsmart]

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[iknityounot]

The Possibility of Crows

Sorry there are no pictures of it on--it is hard to take pictures by yourself!

[theyshapedlikefriends]

Scrunkly Kitty crochet pattern (inspired by Marie Maison De Mieux Scrunkly cats)

[nik-knacs-yarncraft]

Wing shawl

[rainbowtoyspattern]

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1171816813

Red spotted newt PATTERN, Eastern newt toy, plush Red eft pattern, Red salamander, crochet amphibian, plush crochet newt, plush salamander

[kikiknits]

WIP! Didn’t like how loose the bottom rib was on this, so ripped it back and am doing it with a smaller needle (pattern did not specify). Now I just gotta remember how I finessed the button hole (bc I remember it went differently than the others)

[boilercity]

My hubris.....

[littlefleamart]

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[kastalani123]

Consider:

Leo Valdez was not born. Instead, two pairs of hands form him from bronze and steel and gold. His hair is copper wires so thin they bounce like natural curls, and his eyes glimmer with silver flakes. The joints of his body are plated so delicately, so perfectly, the segments are near indiscernible, smoothly gliding over each other. Faint traces of fingerprints and flecks of impurity are deliberately left behind for their uniqueness, a form of impossible signature of his creators.

Most importantly, gilded bars curl around each other in his chest, protecting the red-red-red flame that pushes his eyes open everyday, that beats in tune with his thoughts, that heats his body to expand and grow.

A metal child is not so different from a human one, and yet is so far from it at the same time. He is curious, about the world, about himself, and he picks apart toys and TV remotes and his arms, spilling their secrets before his constantly shifting eyes. He does not cry from fatigue or thirst or hunger, but a bump, a dent, a scratch never fail to draw tears. He splashes in the rain and snow, carefully bundled in waterproof coats and jackets, and runs from baths like he's possessed, fire flickering in fear.

The first time he meets someone like him, an endeavour he had long thought hopeless, it is a malfunctioning dragon others call for the death of; he is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too broken. Leo looks him in ever-shifting eyes glimmering with silver and sees himself if the cage in his chest ever bends, cracks, shatters, if the gears beneath his skin ever jam and stick and wear down irreversibly.

It is not golden flowers and godly aid that preserve him; just as he'd done for his twin-in-all-but-appearance, he creates a new body, with new fingerprints and impurities mapping his design. His hair is more bronze than copper, now, and his eyes more gold than brass. The plates of his joints scrape against each other faintly, and the gears of his bones grind together uncomfortably — he only had so much time, so much material to use, he could not polish every element of himself in the way he wished, but it holds together.

Most importantly, he reinforces the cage in his chest, coats it in layers upon layers of metal, to ensure his flame will not go out in the explosion, that Festus will be able to salvage it and lay it gently in the chest cavity carefully carved in his new body, bringing it to life.

He returns to Camp, movements more clunky and mechanical than should be, and his siblings finally pin down his segmented limbs, his shifting eyes, his clicking fidgeting. They are ecstatic, just as fascinated with him as they had been with Festus, and he lets them. He lets them take him apart, piece by piece, clean out the sand of Ogygia from his organs, polish and oil his gears until they glide against each other, press new fingerprints, new signatures of belonging, against his skin.

Most importantly, they craft him a secure, intricate cage, with golden flames licking up the bars, with delicate chains shielding it from the elements, and his flame settles inside it, flickering happily, finally truly, truly comfortable in the cage of his body.

Leo Valdez may not have been born, but he was crafted with the most loving hands imaginable, and is that not so much better, for a son of the Craftsman?