#Quilt Au

[cokoweee]

I had the fattest revelation idea whatever the fuck while cleaning up deer piss

[cokowiii]

Heres work sketches i totally didn’t forget

[oddrock]

A little story boarding practice based on this post by @cokoweee.

I felt like using the boots would make someone move similarly to roller blades or skates, so I tried my best to get that dynamic. I think I also ended up pulling a bit of movement from rock climbing videos i have stored in my brain for the one part where he pushes himself off a wall in the left corner, but I’m not sure.

[sharpace]

50. Nicknames

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[g0nefischin]

Been inspired by some of the scrapbook style stuff ive seen floating around

So I did a little thing with BHC Stretch :>

Inspired by @/calciumdreams, @/starryaike, and @/packet-of-staples

Bonely Hearts Club: @/bonelyheartsclub

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by a buncha folks for fuck it Friday! Thanks @devirnis @butchdiaz @anxieteandbiscuits @alyxmastershipper @rewritetheending! I’ll post scraps form a few things…

Their first actual interaction in nurse Eddie au

In bed eight there are blue eyes and a birthmark and Eddie says “Buck,” out loud, because he’s an idiot.

“Do I… know you?” Buckley (Eddie seeks safety in the formality of a last name) tilts his head a little, eyes searching Eddie’s face for familiarity.

Saying something like You’re usually unconscious when we meet would be creepy, probably. Sometimes I feel like you're my dead wife doesn't even make sense, Eddie can't even explain it to himself. Shannon died and you didn't sounds too accusatory, and he's not sure if he wants to mean it that way or not. You saved my son's life except Eddie still isn't thinking about that, is still actively trying to forget. So Eddie says “I’ve seen you in here before,” like that explains a nickname he has no right to know.

Some sap from take you in and make you mine chapter two

Bed head, all sticking over everywhere. Buck will touch his hair, later, Eddie will let him touch his hair. Loose gray LAFD shirt, possibly Buck’s, one of the ones without a name printed over it. Buck spends a few minutes fascinated by the way the fabric folds around warm skin that maybe Eddie will let him touch later, too. Boxers, sweatpants shed for being too warm. Buck should check for fever, maybe, make sure he’s recovering okay, but his arm and hand and ankle don’t feel overly hot. He doesn’t have any blanket on him, either, it mostly migrated onto Buck in the night, and then mostly left him behind as well to rest half on the floor. He’s breathing steady, back rising and falling slowly with it. Buck glances at the bedside table. It’s early, not even 6 yet, though the room is already halfway sunny here at the height of summer. There’s one granola bar wrapper and a mostly drained water bottle from when he’d woken up starving and parched in the middle of the night, but the others remain untouched. At least that means Eddie slept through the night, probably. Rest is good, important for recovery. There’s a little twitch of pressure on his hand and Buck turns back over to watch Eddie come awake.

He does it in stages. First he holds Buck’s hand tighter (Buck hides his face in the pillow for a moment, burying his smile), then makes a grunt so annoyed and dad-like that Buck has to bite his tongue not to laugh. Then his head starts to move, looking around at the room before finally dragging his face across the pillow to blink at Buck. He looks tired, and ruffled, and beautiful.

And here’s Shannon and Eddie coming out to each other from quilt shop au

Christopher wanders towards the yarn shelves and Shannon turns to him, scratching a nail along the outer seam of her jeans the way she always has when she’s nervous. “I know I usually have him Saturdays but I was wondering if you’d be willing to- watch him, or swap days, or- or I could drop him off in the afternoon, maybe?”

“Uh-“ Buck is coming in on Saturday, Eddie was going to show him how the long arm works so he doesn’t have to keep rolling up whatever secretive larger project he’s been working on to fit in his little domestic machine. But Shannon is not generally a worried person, these days, and Eddie doesn’t like the way she can’t quite make eye contact. “He’ll have to hang out here for a while, but yeah, of course. What’s up?”

“I…” She glances at him, glances away again. Eddie keeps folding the pile of fabric on the cutting table, keeping his movements steady and calm, and she watches the slide of the colors and patterns for a minute before she takes a deep breath. “I have a date.”

Eddie makes a sound something like Oh, but without really forming the word. It’s been awhile. Shannon had tried dating much quicker and much more frequently than Eddie had after they’d split. Jealousy only lasted so long- Shannon is still one of the loves of his life, even if that love isn’t what he thought it was when he was 18 and she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. Eddie had sunk into the role of supportive best friend with a kind of relief he thinks nobody looked at too closely, and he’d been the shoulder she cried on when things didn’t work out, and the last few times things hadn’t worked out so spectacularly that as far as he’s known she’d been single for going on a year. “Who’s the new guy?”

Shannon makes determined eye contact, and her voice shakes only a little. “New girl, actually.”

Eddie absolutely cannot help the startled laugh that knocks out of him. It’s not funny, fuck it’s not funny, and her face is pinching up in embarrassed anger that he feels terrible about, but- it’s just kind of funny, is all.

“Jesus- Fuck you, Eddie-“

“No! No, no,” he catches her hand and waist as she spins away, like how they used to dance, like how they still dance, sometimes, when they find a bar with a hoedown night or when they’re lonely in this city that can feel so far away from where they grew up. “Shannon, no, it’s not-“ He remembers the last time she’d had her heart broken, how he’d held her on his abuela’s couch as she’d asked What’s wrong with me? and Why do I never feel right? and he hadn’t had any answers for her because they were questions he tried not to ask about himself. He laughs again, helplessly, and she looks more confused than angry and Eddie wants to spin her around and around because finally, maybe they both finally- “There’s a boy,” he says, and her eyes get wider. “And he’s tall, and he’s got blue eyes, and- and I love you so much but, baby, I don’t think we were ever going to work out.”

And then she laughs too, throwing her head back with it like Christopher does. “You’re- you’re fucking with me.”

“I’m really not,” he says, face aching with the smile splitting it in half.

@shortsighted-owl @bigfootsmom @rogerzsteven @kitkatpancakestack @burins @ anyone else who has stuff to share!

[bambiraptorx]

gonna be honest when i started this piece I was going to do some sort of fancy dressup look, but then I accidentally found a really cool way to color so I did that instead lol

[aikyudo]

Visioncon2023 has veen so much fun so far! Our booth is running the cosplay repair, so we've seen so many amazing costumes this weekend!

But truly the highlight of my weekend were these three kiddos. They were such a delight to speak with and their costumes were amazing! As officially a Fandom Elder, they really indulged me in some much needed Undertale talk, and it was so much fun to talk about it with someone irl.

They gushed over all the little fabric Undertale art I made, and it was so much fun to see kids still into Undertale after all this time. Keep rocking little kiddos!!

Edit: I also totally forgot, but they had come up to speak with me (which was awesome) but then they came back AGAIN to ask me for my autograph?? It was so flattering honestly, I don't think I'm that cool haha. I gave them my tumblr, so I hope they see this and see how much it meant to me that they loved my creations so much ❤️

[hatterhare]

crazy quilt brain rot

backstory rundown under cut

[cokoweee]

The itch has been scratched

[oddrock]

Proud

A redraw of this doodle by @cokoweee!

Timelapse below the cut!!

[queenlucythevaliant]

There is only one acceptable modern AU for the Pevensies: eccentric homeschoolers.

[unlikelytrashcreation]

Currently sitting in my lair trying to concoct a good backstory for my new au. It is pro wing annoyingly difficult to make the prices I want to fit fucking fit. And this I sit on the floor of my lair smashing a square peg into a round hole from difrent angles and difrent sizes. Problem is the Round peg is boreing….

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I do want to know about quilt shop au for the ask game

What if Eddie did leave with Shannon to LA when she wanted to go and they divorced anyway but they’re still friends, what if he started working in his aunt’s fabric store, what if he remembered that he loved to sew when he was younger but was only really allowed to do it under certain circumstances (repairing clothes that wore out or making things they needed around the house or making his sisters’ quinceañera dresses) and wasn’t supposed to just want to do it for fun because he’s a man and men aren’t supposed to like these kinds of things, what if he comes to terms that it really doesn’t matter or make him any less of a man if likes to make pretty things but still can’t quite admit he’s attracted to men because, well, he can be the guy that sews but he’s not going to be the gay guy who sews, what if a hot firefighter comes into the store because he wants to make a quilt for his soon to be born niece and he’s kind of disaster at it but his hearts in the right place, what if Eddie is a very neat and precise sewer and Buck is extremely off the cuff and it drives him a little crazy but maybe is teaching him that he doesn’t need to try so hard to be in control all the time, what if he falls in love, what if Shannon has also been on a journey of self discovery, what if she comes out to him and he laughs and she gets mad but oh no please I’m not laughing at you I’ve just fallen in love with a boy and we were really never going to work out huh, what if what was supposed to be a fun little fic about a hobby I enjoy turns into something kind of melancholy about feeling like you’ve wasted time trying to not be something you are, what if Buck has secretly been making Eddie a quilt and he feels kind of dumb when he gives it to him because Eddie could make something way better and neater himself, but what if no one has ever thought to work so hard on something beautiful just for Eddie, what if making a quilt is a time consuming task of love!! What if they’re in love!!!

Mostly inspired by the fact that i like to make quilts, also partly by this song they were playing a lot for a while on my favorite radio station. After the oh my god we’re both gay??? conversation Eddie is going to be talking about Buck and mentions that he has terrible ironing habits and Shanon is going to be like “??? He doesn’t iron all his seams and you didn’t black out and commit an act of sewing motivated violence??? How good is the dick????” And Eddie is going to be like “what? We’re not actually together yet. Also what why would I do that?” And she’s like “…. Babe. You didn’t stay stitch the neckline on Christopher’s Halloween costume three years ago and I know you still feel guilty about it” and Eddie’s all frowning “it could have warped” and she cracks up “could have. Could have but didnt. And you’re letting this man walk around with improperly pressed quilt blocks? I’m just saying this seems serious…”

[seth-shitposts]

Guess who finally finished Andor s1 after over 8 months?

[poisonhemloc]

‘why am i anxious’ has had 300 mg of caffeine in a desperate attempt to focus on quilting