#okay this was unexpected

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

ba da bing ba da bing ba da boom

[creations-by-chaosfay]

I was curious about what my wage and time, plus materials, would bring the cost of a foundation paper pieced and handquilted king size quilt to...and...

Okay, anyone willing to pay this amount will be enough to convince to make something this...outrageous. it'll close commissions for a year or two, and require frequent breaks so I don't burnout.

$23,800 USD.

$27× 900 hours + cost of materials (batting alone will be $200, 25 yards of fabric will be about what i need, i'll kill several rotary blades with all the cutting, and likely go through at least two spools of thread) = final cost

That amount of money will be what it takes to convince me to make this. If you're willing to pay for one of these now, hmu. I'll make the listing.

If you want just a king size quilt top, that's still $6150 USD. I'll need around 25 yards of fabric, a couple spools of thread (or a cone), and two to three rotary blades. This will take around 200 hours for traditional piecing. Foundation paper piecing will add another 100-200 hours easily because I have to print each section of each block, cut them out, fold along the seam lines, cut all the fabric, sew the fabric to the paper, press each seam, trim, rinse and repeat many times, sew the blocks together, remove the paper (sooooo many pieces), make the rows, and sew the rows together. So foundation paper piecing will bring the top to $11,650. For just the quilt top.

If you're 100% certain you want a king size quilt, and you're able to pay, let me know. I'll put the commission listing up for you, and promptly close commissions until further notice.

Money is good incentive.

[yrsonpurpose]

#comedy king

[iamespecter]

Politely asking permission to kiss your human Caine design. Perhaps hand in marriage. He's so handsome, oh my goodness. 👉👈😳

God, he's such a theater kid. It seems that a fanbase may be forming at my human Caine design. Oh dear me. What have I done.

(I don't regret anything, but don't ask me how long it took me to do the wine glass compared to everything)

Bonus:

They have a very loving and healthy relationship but Pauline (Pomni) sometimes has to be direct towards him so that he can establish his own boundaries too

[phoenixcatch7]

Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

[saintxgerard]

Clearly the rose of NJ, the people’s princess

[rainofthetwilight]

GUYS??!?!?!?!?!? HOLY SHIT???,???????

[skitskatdacat63]

"Non paeniteo potitus."

+ details & process

And, process !!

The jump btwn the second to last and last always surprise me whenever I make one of these because I always forget to take snapshots after I start painting. It's always like: oh yeah heres the lineart with some colors- BOOM fully finished✨️

What he's holding are the Austrian imperial scepter and orb, seen below:

I was going to draw the crown too but decided I don't hate myself that much(maybe some other day), and gave him a golden laurel crown, bcs I'm obsessed with that as a motif, and also its very remincient of the boy king statue that started this whole thing!

There's some symbolism of this, both intentionally but also just historically. I love that the orb represents that the monarch is holding the world in their hand, basically every old monarchy has one of those, and I think it's very cool for symbolism. But also bcs of that, I was forced to basically draw catholic fanart so, you win some you lose some. The star halo above him head is both to reference those religious statues with star crowns(I saw them a lot in Europe and they imprinted onto my brain), as well as: his four championships of course!

[stoleyourgender]

something about the bad kids not even choosing each other originally and being pushed together and forming a party not out of their own will but because of the circumstances they found themselves in makes me go insane

[hekateinhell]

cleaning out a closet I haven't touched in years when I found an extremely unexpected copy of "a travel phrase book for gay men" (no I'm serious lmao that's what it's called and I live alone with two cats so I don't know how, when, or why exactly this came into my possession)

but without futher undo, for fic purposes or simply for the pleasure of imagining armand, lestat, and louis saying any of the following:

Lestat: Je jouis! 🥵

Armand/Louis: Pousse-toi. 😒

and of course a moment for YOU'RE SPLITTING ME APART 🫢

Lestat refers to himself as being TTBM aka très très bien montè 🫣

Louis to Lestat: Ne faisons pas ça! 😒

Armand to Lestat: Quel mauvias garçon, tu fais! 😾

Lestat to Lestat: Tu es un vrai ètalon! 😍

[yiangchen]

okay i'm a zutara shipper through and through....however....i absolutely ADORE jinko alright??? like,,,, if jin had appeared in the atla finale as uncle iroh's first employee of his tea shop and she shared an awkward flirty moment with zuko hinting at something more happening between them in the future, just LISTEN. i would have screamed. i would have yelled. i would have been on the fucking floor. also just....imagine the look on uncle iroh's face when he tells zuko who he hired. imagine zuko's flustered reaction in front of the gaang PLEASE

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

We always see the Yotsurugi siblings wear formal attires – Kongo's funerals shows that more than the other scenes since, well, it's a funeral

Except Hibaru – for reasons we know – they're all well-dressed, Shikaba aside that is. Even Kuran and Taira, whom we see later mostly dress comfortably, have their tie up and their suit properly on.

Shikaba? Nope. He doesn't have a tie, his jacket is not on, he's not sitting right, he's probably wearing his sandals for all we know. They all made an effort but him.

(+he's the only one sitting during these introductions. And the only one not having his back straight. He's just enjoying the breeze)

But the eldest they are, the more they dress properly at all time. The youngest seem less enclined to (that being said, Kou and Terasu do keep wearing buttoned-up shirts, Kou even keeps his tie on, even as a kid)(– and Kuran wears a proper suit both when meeting with his siblings and when attending Kongo's funerals!!)(– that being said, he's still not present on the 'diamond bond' panel)

But as I pointed out some time ago, Hibaru and Terasu make themselves presentable before going to see Kongo. Despite him being in critical condition and about to say his last words - they take the time to properly button up their shirt and jacket.

There is a way to behave around Kongo. You have to be proper. Perhaps, Hibaru and Terasu didn't want to appear 'wrong' when visiting their father on his deathbed, but then again, if they're so worried and want to talk to him as quick as possible (when they're already late) why take the time to be proper before opening the door?

All the other siblings we see in the hospital are in the same position – that being said, for this theory of Shikaba not caring, or being allowed not to care, about his clothes and behavior, we would need to see how he was near Kongo when he was alive.

So far, the only other scene we see them with Kongo is during Terasu's welcome to the family. Once again, they're wearing suits, the atmosphere is cold if not impersonal. Terasu wearing a hoodie and sweatpants plus snickers isolates him even more (as if the white chairs among the black ones didn't). Interesting how he was allowed to wear that at his biological father's funeral but wore a formal suit to Kongo's (albeit that's probably because he was so young. But then again. Was it only that.)

Knowing Kou is here and is already wearing his clothes with '11' on it (one thick line=10, one thin line=1; both=11), Taira and Shikaba must have been already adopted despite us not seeing them (and by such, we can't tell if Taira is wearing formal clothes or not and if Shikaba still don't care)

As for the family picture; only Hibaru and Shikaba stand out clothes-wise. Hibaru because his top is open, and Shikaba because he has an additional jacket. (There's also Reri bc she isn't wearing the gi properly but I'm not sure what that's about yet)

The whole point of this post was to point out that Shikaba (beside Hibaru – perhaps(see hospital scene)) is the only one allowed to wear casual clothes and act less stiffly than his siblings around Kongo (or at his funerals). Or not caring to follow the rest acting so formal.

+

Same when it's just them — they're all nicely dressed and then there's Shikaba not caring much (looking at the 'diamond bond' panel, Taira is probably wearing his shirt not buttoned all the way up here too, and his jacket must be open as well)

[iamespecter]

Who would be most likely to watch a anime with gangle

Hm, let's see: Caine would be too loud, Natashenka (Zooble) would say "no.", Caesar (Kinger) would try, but eventually ruin the shows because he can see the plot twists left and right, and Zach (Jax) is... well, Jax.

Pauline (Pomni) was initially hesitant on the idea because of the hate anime tends to get and she's developed a mindset of "anime bad" just from listening to the masses, but after Agnes (Ragatha) agreed to trying one show out of politeness, it's become a regular girl's night activity for the three, with Camille (Gangle) picking what she thinks the two would like based on their reactions.

So far, Pauline's favorites varies from rom-com to fantasy-based worldbuilding, while Agnes enjoys slice-of-lifes to action-packed sequences.

Of course, Zach (Jax) tries to be a menace as much as he can, as he usually does. He gets kicked out of the house momentarily by Natashenka (Zooble) when the slumber/watch party commences because of this reason.

[misc-obeyme]

Today I fell asleep on the couch, but it was so uncomfortable I ended up in a weird subconscious state, like a sleep paralysis...

Then I dreamed for a bit and BARBATOS WAS THERE, like OH WOW HI HUBBY WAY TO VISIT ME I LITERALLY CAN'T MOVE

Sadly nothing too interesting happened, but it was way better than sleep paralysis... Sleep Barbatisis.

How do people keep having such cool Obey Me related dreams? I would love to have a Barbatos dream encounter lol!

Sleep Barbatisis lolol. I mean, people do say they are visited by sleep paralysis demons. Though they usually sound terrifying. So I do think having Barb show up instead would be preferable. At least he's pretty, right?

I've only really experienced sleep paralysis once and it was incredibly annoying. Like hello I have things to do, I don't have time to be immobilized thanks.

Maybe he'll come back to you and something interesting will happen~

Although they don't really mention Barbatos having any kinda sleep related powers, I somehow wouldn't be surprised if he could visit dreams on purpose. Maybe he can portal himself into them or something. Nothing can convince me that he wouldn't use such a power to visit you deliberately. He's just checking in this time, but if he comes back...

[livwritesstuff]

circa 2009

There's pandemonium in the Harrington kitchen.

Pandemonium in and of itself isn’t unusual, but this specific instance is.

Nancy and Robin are there (the latter laughing so hard she has tears streaming down her face), along with the whole Harrington family - Steve and Eddie and their three daughters.

Eight-year-old Moe is ranting and raving, twiggy little arms flying through the air. Hazel, who just turned three, is wailing, though her reason for it isn’t clear, and she’s clinging to Steve like a lifeline. Six-year-old Robbie is looking back and forth between Nancy and Steve with a look of disgust on her face.

The reason for the pandemonium: the girls had just learned that their dad used to date their Aunt Nancy.

“Papa, she’s a lesbian,” Moe admonishes Steve (as if he hadn't known that fact for years).

"Who cares about that — he’s her sister!" Robbie exclaims, looking vaguely horrified.

"No he’s not!" Moe fires back.

"Is too! Why else would we call her Aunt Nancy. Papa, tell her Aunt Nancy’s your sister!"

"I could," Steve says, doing his best to ignore Eddie and Robin's continued howls of laughter (and trying to not break, himself), "but…it wouldn’t be true."

"See!" Moe yells proudly, "Papa dated a lesbian!"

"No he didn't!" Robbie argues, "They're making it up. Papa likes boys!"

“No — Papa liked girls too. He likes both.”

For some reason, this makes Hazel cry even harder.

"What’s making you so upset, sweet girl?" Steve asks her.

Hazel raises her head to look at Steve.

“B-but what about Daddy?”

"What about Daddy?"

"Don’t you love him?"

"What??" he exclaims, "Of course I love him!"

"Then how come’d you date someone else?"

Her face crumpled and she was crying again, her little face pressed into the collar of Steve's shirt. He hugged her tight, meeting Eddie's eyes over her mop of blonde curls.

"She's not dating anyone ever," Steve tells him, "Call me a bad parent. I don't care. It's not allowed."

“Sweetheart, Papa didn’t really know me yet when he and Aunt Nancy dated,” Eddie tried to tell his youngest daughter, "We were in school still."

“Nuh-uh,” Robbie cut in unhelpfully, “You said you and Papa went to school together.”

Robin, who’d been halfway to composed, ended up doubled over in laughter again, and even Nancy, who'd been cool as a cucumber while she watched the whole situation unfold, couldn't help a snort.

"Thank you so much for your help, Amelia," Steve sighs.

"Wait 'til you guys hear who else you know that Aunt Nancy dated," Robin says with a wicked grin.

"No!" Steve and Nancy say in unison.

[leadendeath]

*coughs up blood* turns out i got some feelings about That Thing