hand stich


Whooo! I finally finished making this plush during spring break! Anyyyways, I made this plush for youuuu @tintas-galhadas. I really love your art and you are such a big inspiration for me that I just really wanted to make something for you. And since I can’t art for my life, I decided to make that there plush. I always loved how cute that little guy looked at the end of your speedpaints so I took a screenshot of it and made it into a plush! I hope you like it even though it’s not perfect since everything was hand stiched. But again, I love your art and I hope you continue to enjoy doing what you’re doing now :)

OH! And before I forget…I wanted to officially give you my soul when I finished making this plush. And well since it’s done here you have it! *gives soul* I trust ya with this :p


This is a 14th century style hood I was commissioned to make a few months ago for another member of The Royal Court of Chesterwick. I seriously love making hoods and I seem to have a knack for designing them, so I thought I’d have a go at making one for someone else.

The main body of this hood is made from brown wool, with the gussets being a beautiful wool/ silk blend. The lining is green 100% linen. Interior seams for this one are machine overlocked (because it’s for LARP, not reenactment), with all exposed stiching hand finished with silk and wool threads. Around the face it’s finished with a green silk blanket stitch, with an overcast stitch in brown wool along the bottom.  I made this hood to fit snuggly around the neck, with a relatively short liripipe that sticks out the back when worn up.

I’m super happy with how this turned out, and Peter was also pretty thrilled. he accessorised with some cast pewter pins which worked really well.

Last photo credit to @theprohobby, taken at Swordcraft Spring Quest 2016.

kreeblimsabs  asked:

*Feel free to change the pairing if your muse doesn't connect to it or if you don' like the pairing. * 48. "Boo" Sevmione

Here you go dear, thans for the prompt


Hermione Granger was going to die.

She stood in the dark, one hand clutching the stich in her side, the other on the rough stone wall.  The corridor that she was in took one sharp curve and continued on to reveal a set of stairs.

Even more stairs.  

She tried to steady her breathing but found it impossible, the air in her throat was razor sharp and yet somehow not enough of it seemed to arrive to her lungs. Her legs were agony, her eyes watered, she wanted very much to sit down and sulk for at least half a day. It was unfair.  

She was going to die in here.

She was going to die in this narrow corridor with no proper windows, in the cold surrounded by hundreds of strangers passing her with indifferent or pitying expressions. Hermione took in one more breath and glared at the couple passing her as she stood trying to get her legs to work again.

‘You all right there?’

Hermione looked up. The quite intimidating figure of Severus Snape was looming over her. Somehow he had managed to turn around on the stairs and walk back against the stream of tourists climbing up the St. Peter dome. He stood in the middle of the narrow staircase actually forcing people to either wait or go around him. His face was impassive as he stared down at her hands in the pockets of his jeans.  A t shirt showcasing the Ghostbusters hung loosely around his too thin frame, the stupid boo saying ghost on it smirked at Hermione.

She glared at it. Severus lifted an eyebrow continuing to stare at her impassively. All to make her feel eleven years old again. She was going to kill him.  

‘I….am f-fine’ she managed. He smirked.

Yes, killing him might work.

‘This was your idea. I told you St. Peter will not have me’ he said.

She took in another breath ‘How are you not even tired?’

‘Magic’ he responded his face still expressionless making it impossible for her to tell if he was joking, mocking her, being sarcastic or God forbid sincere.

‘’Healer Pane said no magic for at least another month!’

He rolled his eyes turned and started up the stairs again.

‘You spent three month in a hospital!’ she shouted at his retreating back causing people to look back at her.

Stubborn mule.

Hermione shut her eyes trying to get her sore feet back into motion again. If her calculations had been correct they had made it up one third of the way.

She moved, one hand still on the rough stone wall.  Whose idea was this anyway?

She should know better than this. She could still remember Severus lying in bed hooked up to God knows what kind of combination of magical and muggle machineries to help him eat and talk and breath and live. She couldn’t stop shaking the first time she had seen that monstrous machine behind his bed and him so small and somehow broken lying there without being able to move. Only his eyes had been the same, flashing dangerously at her as she walked into the small white room.

It had been early summer and the contradiction of the outside sun and the shadows inside had struck her as indecent. She had convinced herself that it was her duty to come to this place where the pain of the war was still palpable, where she felt her careful control slip and her limbs starting to shake as her mind and the different intricate walls that she had built in there, crumbled to dust and ashes.

She had walked on. It had taken her five turns around the same floor following the cries of some desperate residual of humanity until she bumped into a nurse and stumbled over her request, Harry’s request, to come see him. Snape had managed to block Harry out entirely, even the staff refused him entry but she was a moot point. He had not mentioned not wanting to see her and besides she was the muggle born war hero after all.

The startled healer with her pale brown eyes had shown her to the right door and left her to contemplate opening it. Hermione had done so on her second breath.  

It had been light and empty in the room and she had lasted all of five minutes.

The bite had destroyed Snape’s ability to speak or swallow properly, oxygen deprivation to his brain had caused damage to his ability to keep proper balance but the venom had been the worst of it. It had somehow altered his magic forcing him to re-learn spells as if he were a student at Hogwarts instead of the fearsome dungeon bat, worst teacher she, Hermione Granger, had ever had.

Yet Hermione had felt no pity. He simply did not allow it.

The small room that they had stashed him away in looked like a tomb windowless and stale the odor of a muggle hospital filling every crack in the wall. She had asked for a different room, demanded to see a healer and then sat there day after day talking. First about his ailments and her progress at getting the right healer interested in his medical case and the right lawyer interested in his legal one. He had endured it silently, slept through most of it actually, which had been lucky for her.  

When he was able to speak there was a sweet scent to the air and Harry had resorted to sending owls. She collected the letters paid and fed the birds and watched the stack of them pile up unread on his new nightstand.  

The topic of conversation had turned to her, her parents, her friends her luckless tries at getting a job and her figuring out that apart from knowing how to vanquish a Dark Lord she knew pretty much nothing else, that she was useless. She needed her parents. She didn’t know how to get her parents back.

‘Cry’ he had whispered one day as she sat on the edge of his bed her feet tucked under the blankets.


And she had cried leaning over until she was curled up on the bed next to him with his arms around her. How he had gotten back the use of his body or the command over his wand she didn’t know but after that day she had spent crying in his arms Severus Snape pulled himself back from the arms of death and settled straight into hers.

‘What is the first thing you want to do once you can get out of here?’ she asked looking around at the now sunny white room with lots of windows.

He shrugged. ‘I’d like to get out of here’ he said with emphasis.

So they had done that. Rome had been his idea apparently; he had always wanted to visit. But this ridiculous climb up to the top of the St. Peter that bright idea had been hers. It was so stupid, so reckless so…so…

‘So Gryffindor’ she exclaimed. A boy in a bright purple T-shirt stared at her. She had to resist the urge to stick her tongue out at him. Now that she thought about it, the idea was absurd. Severus had been out of the hospital for less than a month, she was still waking up at night terrified of…something, something going wrong checking his breathing as he slept. He had been without the cane today and the guards at the entrance had let them in amongst the clamor of people talking in every language on earth. She didn’t give herself time to look at the church properly wanting to get up the dome as soon as she had set eyes on it outside. It was like something was pulling her up there, something that she now could admit to herself had to do with pride and anger.

She wanted.

She wanted to do something again. To dare her body to its limits, to try again, to do something impossible.

She wanted to be Hermione Granger again.

The thought that she was actually going to kill Severus settled uncomfortably somewhere between her ribs pushing her onwards.  He had said nothing of her mad desire to get to the top of the church mumbling something about at least not using a dragon this time and had let her drag him along in the day’s heat towards the entrance. He had said nothing as they stood in the cramped elevator and again nothing the first time she had gotten too badly out of breath and stopped for a rest. She had felt stupid that first time sitting on a window ledge and trying to catch her breath. A dark haired woman of a beauty Hermione had rarely encountered had sat next to her, out of breath and red-faced and the two of them had laughed at each other in an exhilarated way.

Severus for his part had chosen one pace of walking and had stuck to it without as much as breaking a sweat doubling back on occasion to check on her after she had given up on keeping up with him.

The staircase continued on and Hermione climbed dutifully, hating her tired limbs and trying to think of it as Hogwarts nothing more than a climb to the Astronomy tower or Professor’s Trelawney’s smelly room.

But it wasn’t quite like that this was not a castle and these walls held no comfort.

The stairs turned, leading her into a new passage.

Hermione looked up. The hallway was narrow, lit only with what seemed to her tired eyes to be torches although logic dictated that was not possible. There were even more stairs the passageway here was made in a way that only allowed one person to walk through it. She filled into a line behind a skinny middle-aged man with a huge mustache who was talking raptly to another skinny middle aged man that looked to be his brother.


She turned and smiled.

‘What are you still doing here?’

She thought Severus would be up the dome a long time ago. He shook his hair out of his face and looked at her, the corners of his mouth twitching.


‘You look a right mess’ he said smiling.

‘Thank you so much’ she muttered. She lifted her hand thinking to make something of her hair but then decided that it was too much trouble.

‘Are you tired?’

He nodded. ‘Come on. I wanted to wait for you, after this point there is no way of going back.’

There is no way of going back.

She looked at him at the light falling through a narrow window and illuminating the tip of his overly large nose in a way that made her bite her lip to keep from laughing. She looked at the stairs again, how much farther could it be? A thousand steps or a thousand more she didn’t care. Her arms were tired so she wrapped them around Severus pushing him back into a nook to allow others to pass them.

‘If you want to go back..’ he grumbled somewhere above her head.

Hermione smiled, closed her eyes and listened to his irregular breathing.

She never wanted to go back.

anonymous asked:

I saw you just did a book rec, and I was wondering: have you ever read the Ashfall trilogy by Mike Mullen? It has I think the best whump I've ever read in a non-fanfic. Main character (teenage male) is sliced with a hand axe, stiched with no anesthetic, passes out, beaten up, threatened, shot at, kidnapped, captured, amputated limb, and tons of emotional whump too... pretty much whumped the entire trilogy non stop.

Thank you! Loving all these recs :)

voltron + costumes/trick-or-treating
  • pidge would be a frickin meme like are you kidding me
    • they would be that kid who commits to learning the unicycle just to be Dat Boi
    • one year they bought a pair of fake glasses to wear over their real ones just to paint them white for that Anime Glasses Flash
    • all the teens love them every year while the adults are just confused
  • lance would be any and all of the sexy outfits
    • who cares if their made for women or whatever he’s going be that sexy nurse and he’s going to rock it
    • outfit + confidence + his natural charm and beauty = many people growing extremely flustered
    • often gets too distracted flirting to collect candy
  • hunk would take it very very seriously and spend the longest time prepping his costume
    • doesn’t go with the generic costumes of witches and wizards or anything - boy makes his halloween costume by hand stich by pain-staking stitch
    • always wins the best costume of the night, and loves it
    • his concepts are always unique and fun, and never really gorey
  • keith would half-ass his costume but collect the most candy out of anyone
    • halloween? cool. *sticks a cat-ear headband on his head* right let’s go
    • personality  does a 180 when collecting candy - suddenly friendly and lovely and kind
      • uses a years worth of socialisation fueled by the promise of a years worth of sugar
    • is eventually forced into a better costume by lance and hunk who refuse to see this travesty each year and gets more candy than ever
  • shiro is just the long suffering dad trailing his kids around
    • always is some variant of a cyborg or something
      • he says it’s because he likes them, but in reality it’s because he feels he can’t be anything else with his arm
    • wins second best outfit every year because no-one can figure out how his arm manages to do the glowy thing
      • halloween gives him a big confidence boost and makes him feel a bit more normal
    • gives all his candy to keith each year
  • allura doesn’t really get it but loves dressing up
    • always a fairy or a princess or something elegant and beautiful
    • she’s that person who all the little girls want to take photos with and she happily poses with every single one of them
    • gets candy without even trying - the kids give it to her or the adults just toss it her way
      • keith desperately wants to know her secret
  • coran is always a detective
    • always
      • he loves twirling his moustache dramatically with a pipe in his mouth
        • “lance! Lance! am i doing this right??”
some Seijoh ships headcanons

- Iwaizumi wears sweaters to sleep, big oversized sweaters because they’re comfy and they keep him warm at night and Oikawa dOES NOT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE
- One of Oikawa’s most prized possessions is a small alien stuffed toy, smaller than the length of his forearm. It’s old and looks worn and tattered, and it’s got small tears in places which have visibly been carefully hand-stiched back together. Iwaizumi won it at a game booth at a fair they went to together when they were 8 and gave it to him, and he’s cherished it ever since.
- When Oikawa wakes up in the morning, his hair falls flat instead of curling up like it usually does (once he’s had a shower, though, it somehow naturally just bounces up) and Iwaizumi is strangely fascinated by this.

- Hanamaki is a hobbyist artist and he has no specific or consistent art style but he generally likes drawing people and characters more than things and places. He has 2 sketchbooks, one regular A4 sketchbook, which he brings just about everywhere with him, and one smaller A5 sketchbook which he keeps securely locked in his school locker or in the drawer under his desk at home whenever he isn’t using it. The A5 sketchbook is filled with random little poems and stories and sketches of his friends (mainly Matsukawa) and he’d rather die than let anybody see it (if they did see it, he thinks he’d die of embarrassment anyway)
- Hanamaki can’t cook for shit (do not trust this boy with a flame) and Matsukawa honestly isn’t great at it either but at least he’s better than Makki and has the ability to cook up a decent meal (i.e. he can cook instant noodles & fried rice and use the microwave without setting something on fire or causing some form of small explosion)
- Matsukawa can sing really well but he’s shy about singing in front of other people, so he doesn’t usually sing unless he’s alone or with just his family. No matter how much Oikawa or anyone else whines at him to try and get him to sing, he won’t do it. The only person who has ever succeeded in getting Mattsun to sing is Hanamaki, who suggested that for April Fools’ Day they should sing Never Gonna Give You Up to the entire club, and he agreed. (Did he do it for the meme? Or did he do it because Makki was the one who asked? Nobody knows for sure)

- Kunimi lives really near Aoba Johsai, about a 5 minutes walk away, but Kindaichi lives pretty far from school, far enough away that he has to take a train in order to get back home. This has lead to them having an uncountable number of sleepovers at Kunimi’s house because it’s convenient for both of them (and Kunimi’s family loves Kindaichi anyway)
- Kunimi smiles/laughs a lot when he’s very nervous/anxious/panicky and Kindaichi bites his lips and fiddles with his fingers a lot when he’s nervous/anxious/panicky
- Kindaichi has a younger sister whom he loves to bits, and on the rare occasions that Kindaichi and Kunimi go to Kindaichi’s house instead of Kunimi’s, she gets so excited because she absolutely adores Kunimi (he lets her play with his hair, he’ll watch her favourite cartoons with her, he even lets her call him Akira-chan  kindaichi is mildly jealous about that last one)

KyouHaba (+ best wingman & third wheel Watari):
- Yahaba is a cat person (he has a cat, and he loves her so much) and when Kyoutani discovered this it sparked yet another disagreement between the two of them (cat person vs dog person) which almost ended in a fistfight because Kyoutani made the grave mistake of insulting Yahaba’s cat and the setter was ready to kill (they were stopped by Watari just moments before they were about to start punching each other. poor watari. what has he done to deserve this)
- Yahaba calls Kyoutani “Puppy” and he insists that it’s because he wants to embarrass him and because calling him a puppy means that he’s indirectly calling him a son of a bitch, and not for any other reason shut up watari stop sniggering
- Kyoutani always has some snacks in his bag. (sometimes it’s fried chicken from the convenience stores, sometimes it’s chips, sometimes it’s fruit.) One day during after-school volleyball practice he overheard Yahaba telling Watari that he had left both his wallet and bento at home that morning and hadn’t gotten to eat the whole day. After practice, while Yahaba was still in the shower, he pulled out the sandwich he had and quickly shoved it into Yahaba’s locker, then left before Yahaba came back. He didn’t need Yahaba to know that he… cared. (Of course, Yahaba figured it out pretty quick because pretty much every other team member had been in the showers apart from Kyoutani at that point in time. Watari said “aaaaaawwww, that’s sweet, so precious” and Yahaba tried to whack him)