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Mat I made for a friend's birthday, they're a huge fan of Omori so I themed it around the game. I was inspired by @tacit-semantics (definitely give the blog a check out) post about making, "fanart in the most obscure way I can manage." So, that sparked me to actually attempt this

All of the characters (Aubrey, Hero, Mewo, Something, Kel, and Sunny) in the squares and 3/4 (Violin, Knife, and Lightbulb) other squares are entirely my own design. The bottom right one is an edit of a Christmas light pattern by Liliantatlace here. The edging around the characters are the fluerette edging pattern by frivole here, and finally the outer edging is the vandyke scallop in Lindsay Rogers' Mastering Tatting book

though if I were to do it again I would do parts differently, definitely very proud of this, took me about a month.

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me fighting with the tangled single im trying to ply: i brought you into this world and i can take you out of it

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The start of my drop spindle adventures!

My first attempt is to the side. It turns out I needed a different tutorial to understand drafting a bit better. 2nd attempt on the spindle. I still keep drafting too thin but I'll get more consistency with practice.

First tutorial I used was https://youtu.be/-_et_Lnz7f4?si=auDNfu1AGs-x84fp (Jillian Eve) and the second was https://youtu.be/mae2CAkrZDo?si=cPk99Lyprjc9GsxG (Schact). I think both together are a good start.

The spindle and wool is from a kit from World of Wool (UK).

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i'd like to share a small collection of portraits of tatting ladies

French school, 18th century, Elegant Young Woman Holding a Tatting Shuttle

Louis Tocqué, 1753, Madame Dangé faisant des noeuds

Charles Antoine Coypel, 1743, François de Jullienne (1722–1754) and Marie Elisabeth de Jullienne (Marie Elisabeth de Séré de Rieux, 1724–1795) 

Pierre Allais, 1751, Portrait of an elegant lady, holding a fly-shuttle

Carle van Loo (1705-1765), Portrait of a woman holding a thread

Renoir, 1906, Girl tatting

Heinsius Johann Ernst Jules (1740-1812) Portrait de femme

Rotari (1755) Maria Kunigunde of Saxony

Francis Wheatley, 1786, Mrs Pierce

Johann Heinrich Tischbein (attr), 18th century, Sophie Charlotte zu Solms-Hohensolms-Lich

John Wollaston, 18th century, Portrait of a woman

John Singleton Copley, 1778, Mrs Seymour Fort

Angelica Kauffmann, 1770, Elizabeth Kerr, née Fortecue, Marchioness of Lothian

Michel Pierre Hubert Descours, 1771, Portrait of Elizabeth de la Vallée de la Roche

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my little tatting library is growing

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CALL FOR TEST KNITTERS (ENG and SWE)

I'm looking for test knitters to knit my pattern Kerstin Socks. The pattern is to be tested both in English and in Swedish.

The colorwork on these socks is created using slip stitches combined with knit stitches and purl stitches. With this technique you only need to knit with one yarn colour at a time. The colorwork section of the sock uses small amounts of each colour, meaning it is a good project for using up leftover yarn. The socks are knitted cuff-down.

The socks come in nine sizes according to foot circumference in cm: 17cm (18cm) 19,5cm (20,5cm) 22,5cm (23,5cm) 25cm (26cm) 27,5cm.

The pattern has been tech edited. The socks are knitted in the round, using double-pointed needles.

As a test knitter I wish that you give feedback and point out any errors or unclear instructions. Participation in this test knit is on a volunteer basis.

Pattern release will be in autumn 2025.

If you are interested in test knitting, scroll down to fill in the Google form below.

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The cards are revealed in today’s chapter of Thorns and Bonds!

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🧵 I’ve been tatting (frivolité) for a while now — it’s quiet, meditative, and surprisingly addictive.

A simple thread turns into lace. Knot by knot.

I know how hard it is to start when every diagram looks confusing and you’re not even sure which shuttle to buy.

So I put together a beginner-friendly guide — just what I wish I had when I started.

It’s a PDF, with photos, slow steps, and a little project at the end.

If you’ve ever wanted to try tatting, this might help.

No pressure — just sharing something I love.

You can find it here:

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Hey look I tat now 👀👀👀

It's pretty wonky especially at the end when I wasn't looking at the pattern anymore and kept forgetting to reverse the work but a valiant first effort. Or 100th. It took me two days to get a ring right. But it's definitely tatting!!

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Lace along is coming to the Lace Coven ✨🌙

Our server is still young, but doesn’t mean we’re not already brewing stuff!

There are various events in the making, and the first one that will see the light is lace along - and that’s a great opportunity to join us ✨

We’ll choose a free pattern for each technique of interest and then make it together and share our progress and results! Whether you do tatted lace, bobbin lace, needle lace, knitted lace or crochet lace, you’ll find something for you to make and a group of people cheering for you as you progress!

More info on the server and invite link: here!

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The Long Game - Chapter 4 - RainonRoses - W.I.T.C.H. [Archive of Our Own]

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Oh my.. I never imagined I would be posting about both Mesopotamia and W.I.T.C.H., the two main foci of my research, in one post

Keep it under the category: absurdly accurate mythological parallels to W.I.T.C.H. i really did not see coming???

I just bumped into a short Sumerian myth (rather a fragment) called usually Ninurta and the Turtle - see the link if you wish to read it, it is really short

Ninurta is a heroic type of god, getting rid of monsters and saving the world, most famously the bird-ish creature Anzu, who steals "the tablet of destinies" from the gods - on which the destiny of the world is written and which gives their holder the power to rule it

The ending of the more famous (and later) version is a bit distorted, but it may be that Ninurta is thinking of keeping the tablets after his success, while they are supposed to be held by a higher deity (Enlil, in this version)

In the Sumerian turtle fragment, the tablet has fallen into "Abzu" after the fight, a freshwater underground ocean, a sphere of the god Enki (akkadian parallel is Ea), also one of the highest deities - and Ninurta goes there, because he actually wants to get the tablets and rule the cosmos, but Enki creates a big turtle of clay (it is just so cool) that stops him from doing that (by biting his foot hehe) and drags him into a pit that it dug

Honestly, this short story is just so great on its own, mostly because of the turtle

But. Geeky thing. I am just thinking. A warrior. Who steps over his rights and wants to. Rule the cosmos. And goes into a body of fresh water. And meets a turtle. Who, and now the parallels are bit more complicated to phrase, but who stops him from ruling the cosmos pridefully and makes him remember who he is, you could say... you people see my point? Hm??

Hm???????????

I am not saying witch writers have read this story but...

DIDN'T THEY?????

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Another thing we were robbed of: Cedric in possession of his shapeshifting powers but in a casual setting.

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Lace along is coming to the Lace Coven ✨🌙

Our server is still young, but doesn’t mean we’re not already brewing stuff!

There are various events in the making, and the first one that will see the light is lace along - and that’s a great opportunity to join us ✨

We’ll choose a free pattern for each technique of interest and then make it together and share our progress and results! Whether you do tatted lace, bobbin lace, needle lace, knitted lace or crochet lace, you’ll find something for you to make and a group of people cheering for you as you progress!

More info on the server and invite link: here!

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may i add some clips of my beloved where he was absolutely stunning

PETE BURNS PROPAGANDA COMIN THROUGH

Pete Burns vs. Rick Wright

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it doesn’t happen often that my nails match my current tatting project so i made a video for the occasion

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Here’s an excerpt of one of my favorite scenes in Thorns and Bonds from the most recent chapter: Phobos, his annoyance during baby Elyon’s presentation to the realm and the struggles of being a man in the Escanor family.

Meridian, 12th age, year 108 (44 years ago)

Phobos had taken part in many court events designed solely to waste his time. He was born in the royal family, and had been trained as a Champion then - without anyone ever ask him if he agreed to it - so his time had been wasted in such events since he was merely a child.

But nothing - nothing - could ever compare to the waste of his precious time caused by the presentation of the Heiress to the realm.

People had started to come to Meridian the week before the event, as everyone was taking the official presentation of sweet Princess Elyon as an excuse to travel to the capital and spend all their money at the numerous taverns, restaurants and shops that the city had to offer. Phobos couldn’t even rejoice about that anymore - more visitors in Meridian meant more income to the city, and more income meant more taxes and money to the royal family. Yet Phobos felt like he was barely part of the royal family anymore, since the little cockroach was born.

Now that everyone could sigh in relief that no law had to be changed and Metamoor would never suffer the reign of the ‘pouty Prince whose only political interest is the state of his hair’ (so was the latest description of him on the Meridian observer), Phobos was nothing but the almost-Commander of the Champions, and everyone was waiting for him to finally marry Beléra and do something meaningful with his life.

The chants of the people acclaiming the Princess during the first three days of celebration kept repeating over and over in his ears even while he walked back to his quarters, to finally get rid of the armor for the day and forget about this torture until tomorrow, when he’d have to stand there again, in full armor and stupid mask, witnessing Metamoor’s jubilation for a baby who didn’t even know where she was.

Hail to the Queen!

Hail to the Sire!

Hail to our Princess Elyon!

But no hail to the Prince. Never hail to the Prince.

Even Zayden was having his moment of glory, where his existence was finally being acknowledged on the account of having finally managed, after no less than one hundred and nine years of marriage, to produce a girl. Nobody in the history of Meridian had ever taken that long, and now even he was celebrated and revered as the Sire, since he’d ultimately sired a child worthy of being acknowledged.

And yet Phobos did not envy him. To the contrary, Phobos found it quite sad that the only way for Zayden to be noticed was by reflection, and for something that literally any other man with functioning genitals could have done. It didn’t matter whether Zayden had a personality of his own (which he didn’t have anyway), it didn’t matter if he even wanted to have that girl, or to marry Queen Weira in the first place. He would only be remembered as the father of the thirteenth Light of Meridian, and only because there must have been a father, so he had to be included into the records.

Phobos did not want to be included into the records for being the nameless father of a baby girl. If he had to be remembered, it had to be for something that only he was capable of doing, and nobody else.

Before entering his quarters, he reached out with the tentacles of his mind, searching for a familiar, feeble Light.

She was in the alchemists’ lab. Rage bubbled inside him, as he saw that her Light was close - too close - to the Light of that idiot alchemist. Phobos detested that Naexi had to sell her body to that nullity to have access to the potions she procured for him. Yet another injustice of being just the Prince: he could not just give the order that the locks of the alchemists’ cabinets had to stay open for him any time he wanted. Because he was not the Queen.

Naexi, he called her. Her Light flinched, and immediately parted from the alchemist’s.

Health to the Princess!

Wealth to the Princess!

Long live our Princess Elyon!

The chants kept echoing in his mind and made him burn with rage as he closed the door of his apartments behind him. The first thing he did was removing the stupid mask and throwing it on the desk of his study, then he started to remove the armor.

Joyfully now,

to the Princess we come,

bringing gifts and all good wishes, too,

we pledge our loyalty anew!

Pledge their loyalty… to an infant. That bloody babygirl, all smiley and with those puffy hands always touching and grabbing everything around her, and those giggles… Of course everyone was completely raptured by the cockroach and turned into disgusting amasses of dumb smiles and weird voices when seeing her. Even Cedric, that traitor, had broken into a smile at her the other day, while accompanying Mother and the infant for a walk.

But not Phobos. He would never allow that girl to bewitch him.

Phobos cursed all the Gods he knew under his breath, one for each piece of the damn armor that he stripped off. He was trembling so much with rage, that his fingers slipped on the clamps.

“Come here, give me a hand - unless you want to miss the armory crew again,” he said when he heard the door click, groaning in exasperation as the bloody spaulders did not want to come out. He heard quick steps approaching, and Naexi’s tiny hands were taking over. He glanced at her. Her brows were knitted in a concentrated frown as she opened one clamp after the other. How lucky he was, to have such a dedicated servant, who never questioned his orders.

After three days of receptions for Princess Elyon’s presentation to the realm, his armor needed to be polished and had to be ready the next day again, and the last thing Phobos wanted was for Naexi to spend a night polishing it on her own like had happened a few months before.

A knock on the door made them both stop. “Go send them away,” he told Naexi.

Naexi didn’t need to hear it twice and quickly went to the door, while he tried to get rid of some more pieces of the armor.

“The Prince is… busy, Milady,” he heard Naexi saying.

“Oh, but I think he can find some time for me,” came the answer. He recognized the voice instantly, and sighed. Of course, he could not escape Beléra.

[continues on AO3]