its in my rules but my reply speed does not indicate level of interest !! if you're here, it is because i do want to write with you. i've just learned that if i put a deadline on it, i feel rushed and forced, and then we're all having a bad time <3
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Time for another traditional embroidery mend! This time, we're trying out the Puncetto Valsesiano stitch, which, after I finished this up, I've found, is an entire style of needlelace! For this patch, though, we just did stitch after stitch after stitch, no fancy patterning. (I might do fancy patterning later, to be fair! been reading up on things, and I've got a few smaller repairs to make that would suit it quite nicely!)
One row of stitches in, and I was thinking, oh this can't be so bad! this is actually quite soothing, all these repetitive actions, and with such a delightful, knitting-like texture!
This many stitches in, and sure, I'm still having a good time, but mostly, I'm finding out how much thread this takes! Poor razz, @razzmatazic, I thought this was going to be a simple, small patch, so I borrowed her thread to work on this one! You can't quite tell in this shot, but I'm actually about to run out of thread!
After likely much, much more fuss than was strictly necessary, including accidentally picking a slightly different color of floss because of some mislabeled strands, noticing I'd dropped enough stitches to need to throw some extra ceylon stitching in a gap, and a probably pretty noticable shift in texture because of single vs. double threading, we've got ourselves a patch that, even despite its shortcomings, I really dig the look of!
Unfortunately, I didn't make this patch wide enough generally, so I've got a few more holes that'll be getting filled by a big 'ol sashiko patch that's going to layer overtop the puncetto, eventually! Stay tuned, I'm just as curious as you are as to how that'll look.
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Sci sorry it's me again the shit asker anon, another question, you ever have hiccups when you eat? Apparently you shouldn't eat while your having hiccups, cause it's like, a choking hazard or sumthin, not me tho I'm built different like that, but don't eat while you have hiccups is the moral I guess
i haven't had hiccups since i was 12 years old but i guess that's good to know
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on mobile but heads up that i might not be super active dash wise... more than i already am, i am, uh. not doing very good. autism burnout is real and its happening to your local jestie. might queue up some headcanon posts and really buckle down & try to make more graphics ( unfortunately most of which require me to make my own art ) but mutuals can catch me on dis. cord @ astracyte! just lemme know who you are! also unfortunately this also means im gonna be slow to welcome all the new mutuals that have shown up to my silly house party of a blog, but i hope y'all know that
a: i wanna write with you sooooo bad
b: i appreciate you sooooo much
and c: i am offering you juice, cookies, and ( optional ) bear hugs in my mind /pos
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haven't done one of these in literal years, but for those who're interested: here's a list of all my blogs, aside from this one, if you'd like to interact with my other muses.
dokitm ( multifandom multimuse, low activity )
uspavan ( silver from twisted wonderland, sporadic activity )
gwg0ry ( gregory violet from kuroshitsuji, sporadic activity )
ouraniatm ( oc for twst, sideblog, low activity )
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starter for @hazbinned [alastor]
Another balled up tissue was launched towards the steadily growing pile on the coffee table. It landed to the side of its target, tumbling off the table and onto the floor. Angel scrunched his nose up, disgruntled. Whatever. He could deal with that later.
The spider was a pitiful sight, curled up on the sofa in the lobby, huddled under an array of various pink and fluffy blankets he had hauled from his room, shivering despite the many layers, coughing and sneezing and cursing the very fact Hell had brought this plague upon him. Feeling more than a little sorry for himself, he had decided to self-medicate with some trashy TV, flicking through the abundance of porn channels Hell's network had to offer until it landed on some garbage that was suitably mind-numbing. The Real Housewives of the Hell definitely fit the bill.
He was quite content to stew in his sorry state, the screeches and hollers emanating from the reality show proving effective in distracting Angel from his own misery - until, of course, his peace was interrupted by familiar, unwelcome sound. That grating, ominous radio static that disrupted Angel and the television alike. The voices on the TV became garbled and glitched as the pixels flickered from existence and flashed back into place, warped and distorted into an indeterminate blur.
Internally groaning, Angel did not even turn to acknowledge the intruding presence.
"I'm tryin' ta watch somethin' here, Al," Angel glowered, his usual sharp tone blunted by the stuffy, nasal quality his cold-ridden body had gifted him. "What, just cuz ya got it out for the "picture box", no one else is allowed ta enjoy it?"
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