✮-I have a tag for my fics, or you can go straight to my AO3.
✮-If you don't know who this @silicon-katydid person in your notes is, that is also me! (It's my main blog, where I mostly just reblog stuff I think is neat and sometimes ramble about stuff.)
✮-I like writing longfic, and I gravitate towards angst, h/c, and cathartic storytelling in general. As a result of these factors, I've kind of thrown up my hands in defeat when it comes to tagging potentially upsetting content. If you have specific no-gos and want to know if a fic of mine has them, just ask me and I'll tell you! (Hell, I'll answer any questions you have about my fic, even if I can only respond with "idk" or "no spoilers." Like most writers I am a big ol' windbag and love talking about this stuff!)
✮-As an adult myself, I tend to assume an adult audience here. I'm not a cop, but browse at your risk/leisure.
✮-Slightly less important info for curious people goes under the jump:
✮-...Hi again, curious people!
✮-My name is Katie, but I like Katydid or just K equally well.
✮-She/they by force of habit, pronoun-agnostic at heart.
✮-Technically old enough to run for president, but young enough to know that being a whimsigothic farm sim menace is way cooler!
✮-I'm a housewife (like Izumi from FMA but less cool), I live in the Pacific Northwest, and when I'm not engaging with storytelling in some way (making up my own, enjoying others' in many genres and mediums), I'm usually crocheting, doing other arts and crafts, learning about various topics that interest me, or out seeing what I can see on my ebike.
✮-One time when I was 13, I played HM64 until my elbows locked at a 90 degree angle. I consider this the moment that sent me down the path to everything you see here.
✮-My heart belongs to rarepairs and sad weird guys. >:3
more guys need to stretch and have their shirt ride up to reveal their soft stomachs and happy trails . it is called happy trail because it makes me happy .
I think I'm especially prone to being vexed by bot comments not because I don't suspect them, but because I initially do and am just like... Well, some people express themselves in unusual ways due to disability, language barriers, etc. I wouldn't want someone to dismiss me because my linguistic vibes are off, which absolutely could and has happened.
But if they try to make some kind of business deal or ask for my nonspecific "socials," my goodwill runs out instantly. You're not a real guy and I am not following you to a second location!
I'll probably yap more in-depth about this later (currently waiting for a bus), but wtf is going on in the zeitgeist that I've been seeing so many weird dogmatic posts about writing/storytelling lately?
For now I'll just say that there isn't only one way to tell a good story, nor just one kind of story that is good, nor a story that is universally good or bad to every single reader. What is good is that people express themselves in different ways, actually! It's really interesting and the world is better for it. <3
Maybe I'm just easily amused, but it's really really fun to play with yarn and dice! ^_^
It all started when I happened to see a video about using a D20 to pick colors for stripey knitted socks. I was instantly obsessed, and knew it would be a snap to adapt the game for all kinds of crochet projects. So I made a yarn board, bought some dice, and got right to it!
Of course my brain went right to armwarmers, so that's what I made first. They're just simple single crochet using some of the construction methods I learned working on these, plus that ribbed edging from Moogly that I've taken to using for a lot of things (and picots on the final SC row just because I like them and the spikiness suits the vibe I was going for).
Then I made a hat! It's just your standard cat hat worked in SC and I added earflaps with twists, lil yarn tufts, and a cute sparkly star!
...And I still wasn't done, so I made an origami bag! Which is just a big strip of SC that I made according to the measurements and folding techniques from this. There was actually an extra fun twist to this one, because I was doing enough rows to justify getting a D6 involved to decide how many rows I would do for each stripe! And for a fun finishing touch, I made a tie closure with jingle bells on the ends, just for a little extra goblin/clown energy... And speaking of jingling, I think this bag would make a cute canvas for this thing I've seen where a plain crochet bag has little charms clipped all over the stitches? I actually have a lot of charms that I've been putting on clasps (if they didn't already have them) to do just that, and I'll let everyone know how it works out!
In closing, I would absolutely recommend this game to anyone who has a lot of yarn scraps, or just wants to inject a little intrigue and spontaneity into their crafting life. I often have difficulty thinking on the fly, so I struggle with creating truly random color schemes, but dice make it easy! I'm excited to do more projects like this, and am curious how it could be applied to all different crafts. >:3c
If you're still taking kiss requests, Micah/Pia 19?
(prompt list here)
Ack! Sorry I took forever getting around to this! I've just been busy both writing-wise and other-stuff-wise. But I'm glad you sent this, because I had a lot of fun coming up with and writing it... Pia is so much fun, and I've never really written her before. <3
Thanks for your patience, and please enjoy:
Momentarily grounded by her capricious form, Pia settled in on the blanket where Micah had carefully set her down, happily losing herself in the glint of the golden late-afternoon sun on the calm lake and her own slick scales, the heavy slip of wet waves of hair cascading down her shoulders; reminding her body of where it came from, making it think it was back there, confusing it about what it needed to be.
She felt the caress of warm dry winds against her skin, and whispered in her mind that she trusted them to change her.
...No hurry, though.
(Waiting really ain't so bad!)
Not when the whole world was such a strange and funny mystery, and especially not when she had someone to share it with.
Venting just a bit of her heart's fullness with a satisfied sigh, Pia tilted her face toward the sky and gazed in wonder at the clouds until they began to resolve themselves into shapes.
"Look! Those ones are like a school of shiny fishies!"
She gestured at a gathering of small wispy clouds that caught the sun particularly brilliantly, flashing against the blue sky that always put her in mind of warm shallow seas, especially now that she was fresh off a swim with all her fins out and her legs twined comfortably into a graceful tail.
I feel like I could swim right up there if I wanted!
(...But not if he can't come with.)
Micah followed her hand curiously as he scruffed a towel over his unruly golden hair.
"...Huh? Yeah, I guess so."
Once she was certain enough that he could see it, she pointed slightly to the right of the glittering cloud-fish and toward a somewhat larger and softer cloud, wonderfully billowy and springy-looking.
"And they're all gathered around you!"
When she looked from the sky to Micah to get his reaction, she saw that he was wearing the nervous smile he always put on when he wasn't quite sure of something she'd said, but didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"I'll take your word for it."
Pia thought it was one of his very best faces, but she was feeling terribly certain of what she saw, so now was not the time.
"It is so you! It's a pretty little goldie-puff, just like you when you change!"
She jabbed her hand at the sky for emphasis, and though it never seemed quite like Micah saw it, his smile did soften into something more wistful.
"If you say so."
Pia huffed, her translucent head-fins twitching petulantly.
"I do say so! I'll use my fins like wings and be the boss of the whole sky!"
She must have looked as though she was about to take off from their ratty beach quilt right then and there, for Micah's small smile turned wry and amused.
"You'll be a flying fish, then?"
Starting to giggle herself, Pia shyly shook her head.
"No! Too high-strung."
Smiling more warmly now, Micah tucked a few stray locks of hair like swaying pink kelp behind her delicate fins, absent-mindedly twining the drying end of a curl around one small, deft finger.
"I've never met one myself, but yeah, that's not you."
Pia's heart danced a quick pulsing rhythm in her chest, reminding her of the undulations of a jellyfish trying to get somewhere important.
(Silly heart! You're supposed to be right here!)
She leaned into his touch like a lazy seal basking on a rock, until he was gently cradling her cheeks.
"What is me, then?"
Micah blushed; eyelids lowering demurely, eyes sparkling like cool lagoons as he stole quick peeks at her through his pretty flaxen lashes.
"Well... Funny... Sweet... Kind of weirdly determined sometimes... I don't know. You're a lot of things, Pia... I don't think there's even words for all of them."
Their faces drifted together as he spoke, until their lips were touching and Micah's surprisingly strong arms had wound around her shoulders and waist, the warming lake water that still beaded their skins mixing and mingling until it was no longer clear where he ended and she began.
(We're like two little drops goin' to sea!)
His embrace was comfortable and reassuring, but something about it made her feel a little absurd.
"...Oh? You wanna...?"
Obviously dismayed to have to break their kiss as soon as it started, Micah pulled back and regarded her inquisitively, gold-dust brows knitted in concern.
"...You don't?"
Pia smiled agreeably as she briskly shook her head.
"Uh-uh... I do! It's just... Hard to hug me when I'm all slippy..."
He studied her face as she studied her tail, seemingly trying to make sense of her.
And he must have, because his arms were around her again in an instant.
"I'll just have to hold on tighter, then..."
Their kiss lasted longer this time; warm and slow and delightfully clumsy, tongues slipping past teeth like graceful little fish around coral, lips bitten to keep from laughing at each small parting.
And through it all, Micah held on tight.
Pia let her eyes drift closed, feeling safe in knowing he would never let her slip away.
"Hehe... You're like an octopus..."
They fell back on the blanket together, Micah looking slightly confused.
"...That's good?"
Pia nodded smartly, hair fanning out around her on the sun-warmed ground.
"Uh-huh! They're way different than squids!"
And that soggy weight off her shoulders seemed to be enough for her body to realize where she was, the shiny tail diffusing into a flurry of Runelights and freeing her long legs to wrap around her lover's slight-yet-sturdy, awesome-tacularly-perfect body, eagerly pulling him close for another thrilling dive.
I used this pattern, but I made the inner brim the same as the outer brim (because I wanted to use that particular silver/white yarn), and I added two tentacle types of my own devising because I wanted to involve a kinda sea-ish pastel variegated yarn I thrifted/to have an even more dense and voluminous crown of neurotoxic stingers. >:3c
The extra tentacles are simple doubled-strand chains using the pastel yarn with the other yarns featured in the hat, and single-strand chains of the pastel yarn with little iridescent beads on the end. It was my first time crocheting with beads like that, and now that I understand how it works I'll absolutely be doing it again!
And yes... It's sooooo much fun to wear and shake my tentacles around! I'm excited to actually wear it out when it gets cool again, and already have tentative plans to wear it to Arts Walk/Procession of the Species next spring. <3
I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion
Your artstyle is like your gut microbiome in the way its everything you consume and like and it also has all your bacteria up in it. Thats probably how that works
