The Youngest Robot

I mostly do cross stitch to help relax once I get home. It is wonderful to have a place to share them (and get such a positive responses)/ My ask is always open, questions, comments, or suggestions for future work.

[windona]

international fanworks day! A Blue Beetle of your choice meets Ezekiel Jones the Librarian

Dan looked over the exhibit with a smile on his face. Decades of hard work researching ancient Egypt, digging into the sand, and begging Diana to let him interview various Amazons had paid off. In many ways, the Hub City University's prized exhibit on ancient Egypt was the crown jewel of his career.

There were gaggles of kids pointing at a replica of Pharaoh Kha-Ef-Re's mummy, gossiping about the hieroglyphs. His favorite student from the gen ed archeology class, Ted Kord, was standing in front of a piece of the pharaoh's tomb that depicted the scarab.

And near the display with some of the pharaoh's gems was a young man whose focus was more on the display case than the jewels. As Dan watched, he saw the way the young man's eyes went to the various cameras and the security.

Those jewels were on loan from Egypt. He absolutely did not want to get a call from Cairo about their missing artifacts. More than that, he worked too damn hard for those gems to end up collecting dust as some rich man's conversation piece.

Dan walked up. "Enjoying the exhibit?"

The young man turned around and smiled a too innocent smile. "Well, yeah! Of course! I love all this... Egypty stuff. Especially the tyet of Isis."

Dan smiled while keeping his eyes on the young man's hands. Said hands twitched at the attention. "Good. I love encouraging people to learn. I am not thrilled with the idea of people trying to steal it, though."

"Steal? Me? Never."

Dan gave his best Old Man look.

"Well. Um. I was thinking of borrowing it. Maybe. See, I'm a librarian."

"And I'm an archeologist. If your library wants to borrow something, I can give you the emails and numbers of those you need to contact."

"Well, it's a bit urgent."

Dan crossed his arms. "Then explain."

The young man tilted his head and sucked in his breath. "Well-"

A blonde woman who looked more like a security guard than the security guards walked up. "Is there an issue?"

"There isn't an issue now, and I don't think there will be, will there?"

The young man looked over to the woman. "This man's a guard dog over his life's work."

The woman nodded. Then she turned to Dan and whipped out her badge. It was legit, as far as Dan could tell. "We might need this for security reasons."

Dan nodded. "Let's go to my office to talk about these security reasons, Ms. -?"

"Eve Baird. This is Ezekiel. Let's talk, Dr. Garret."

[parvumautomaton]

Having fun with cross stitch, I think 53 different colors is the most I've done for a stitch.

[hedgiwithapen]

Damnit Hedgi Day, because based on your history I am curious to see how much angst can be packed into this.

Cisco lives

The first thing he’s aware of is pain. The first thing he remembers is the ringing in his ears, alarms and the explosion. Cisco keeps his eyes closed, but he can’t seem to get up the energy to open them yet anyways. He tries to take stock of his body, beyond the general ache. He feels like a crumpled, lone sock in a rattly old dryer. The Accelerator. The memories come in flashes of images more than in conscious thoughts. The door closing, his hands on the control pad. Someone screaming, as the alarms echoed that scream, emergency lights sparking brighter and brighter. Cisco keeps his eyes closed, though the movement to close them tighter pulls at his skin, where tears and blood dried. Caitlin, Cisco thinks, bleakly.  Wells. Ronnie.  Star Labs, gone. He’d never felt home more strongly in any place, none of the places he was supposed to. Home had never been his Abuela’s kitchen, or his corner of a shared bedroom with one half posters of opera stars and classical music concerts and the other half periodic tables and starwars posters, or the field where his brothers played soccer. Home was his cluttered desk, his mug, his stash of lollipops and his fancy wrench set, a gift to celebrate his first full year of work.  That’s all gone, now, he knows. He can remember being carried from the rubble. It’s his fault. Not the explosion, he knows that, but--shouldn’t he have guessed that this might happen? If not the destabilization, the explosion, then something? They all should have been more prepared, except there was no way to predict… There was one way. Cisco clutches the scratchy sheet between his fingers. One way to see it coming. He’d just been too much of a coward to try, too afraid of what it might mean. But now Barry’s dead, too.

[hedgiwithapen]

Khaji Da, realizing they are alone.

The silence is unwelcome. The Scarab knows it should be used to silence, damaged and traveling across the vast dark sky for time uncountable. Then came the tomb, and that quiet. It had been a relief, then, unused to the loud brightness of this world, this earth. But that does not mean the silence is welcome now. It had enjoyed the company of the human, Daniel Garrett, an equal partner, the first to seek to communicate. They had been a team. It had taken years for Khaji Da to realize it enjoyed shifting through human chatter and gossip, but it had elarned Dan’s sense of humor, what things to bring to his attention. After that, neither of them had ever been quiet more than a few hours at a time. When Dan had died, Khaji Da had resigned itself to peaceful silence again, and realized how much it dreaded it. But Ted had picked it up instead, and while they had not bonded in the same way, it had been nice, to have the scientist’s words wash against its shell, to hear the chatter echoing on walls. Often, those words were in praise of Daniel, which Khaji Da appreciated. But chiefly, it appreciated not being alone. Until now. Like the human the people of the sands had used it to imprison, Khaji Da found itself entombed, alone. What could be worse than this close, tight darkness that drowned out the light even of the stars? How could Ted have betrayed it like this? It sent out signal after signal, knowing its home would never hear and should never hear. Dan would be disappointed. But it could not take the loneliness. Surely someone would find it, someone like Daniel. Surely someone would hold it again, speak to it again, and listen.

[windona]

how about Knockback (and the other consequences if you want) meeting some of Young Justice?

Thecka did the responsible thing. She texted the group chat the second she saw some strangers in costume apparently casing a joint. Nobody could deny she did that.

She also did the responsible thing in changing into her hero costume and going up behind them to see if she could overhear what was going on.

Unfortunately, that was where her luck ran out. Apparently the guy without a costume had super hearing.

Which is why she was without her team and thrown clear across a roof after she went to punch them.

Ego bruised more than her skin, she got up. "Whatever crime you're planning, you won't get away with it," Knockback said, hoping to buy some time.

"Crime?" the boy without a costume said. "We're not planning a crime."

"Right, and you were casing the joint to help figure out what you're getting grandma for her birthday," Knockback snarked.

The boy looked over at the girl with a muscle shirt and lasso, then at the guy in the armored suit. The guy in the armored suit said, "We're not casing it! I mean, okay, we think there are some supervillains operating out of there, but, well, we weren't the ones planning on committing a crime!"

That caused Knockout to pause. "Wait, what? You're heroes? I've never heard of you, though, nor seen you at Aegis."

"We're from out of town," the boy in the t-shirt said.

And that was when Dashing teleported in with the rest of the Consequences.

[parvumautomaton]

Jasper Robbins aka Dashing, was planning on having a fantastic day. Their father had gotten an envelope, distinct in its indistinctiveness. Unlike last time he had left the room quietly instead of opening it immediately. But, just like the last time, he was now spending his time muttering about how then let the green jerk in, their standards can’t be that high.

Dashing just needed to find that letter for reasons. Reasons that were totally unrelated to figuring out what it said and if it could be used to prank Professor Powerful on a day he was being particularly annoying.

They just needed to retrace their father’s steps and —

The short buzz of their phone grabbed Dashing’s attention. 

🧶: 3 people in Costume casing the Museum of Fine and Finer Arts.

For someone that pretended to be a speedster on the regular, Dashing was very patient, waiting a whole 3 seconds for a follow up before responding in the group chat

omwgiv loc 4 ⏫

They waited for a response from 🕶️ and 🪐 and then jumped to them. It was only after the second jump and a look from Agent Sorenson that Dashing remembered what they were wearing. Fortunately the pumpkaboo patterned pajama pants and shark pun t-shirt weren’t a game breaker and could easily be hidden under an illusion of their green and black tuxedo themed costume.

And with a final jump Dashing placed the team on the roof of the Museum of Fine and Finer Arts. 

There were indeed three strangers in costume there. Well one in sleek black and blue armor, that would be very humorous to slowly shift the colors until it was white and gold instead of blue and black, and two in black shirts with either a red or gold insignia on it.

Dashing didn’t wait for them to respond. They jumped with the rest of the Consequences to Knockback’s side, leaving a fading green line of the ‘path they took’ when they ‘ran’ that distance.

They then paused for just long enough for the unknowns to see the ‘path’, and see them with Knockback, before jumping again.

With the two illusions that Dashing made at that time, they couldn’t jump far. But with one illusion being the same ‘green running streak’ as before shooting off across rooftops, and the other being an illusion of a dome around them that displayed the unobstructed background and produced the antiphase of whatever noise was within it, Dashing didn't think that would be a problem.

Distraction and concealment, they should be able to have a moment to figure out what was going on and the best way to approach it.

Dashing grinned at the rest of the Consequences before turning back to look at the unknowns. The one with the red insignia was tracking Dashing’s illusionary light with his eyes, and the one with the gold insignia went from watching the light to the one in armor.

“What are you looking at Blue?” She asked.

The elation of one day being able to ask, ‘I don’t understand that reference’ while pointing at the newly color shifted armor, was completely dashed when Blue pointed directly at Dashing.

That was not ideal.

[kleine-snowdrop]

Idk about the rest of you, but I came out of Andor shipping rebelcaptain even harder. Like I was always a little ambivalent to it, because duh of course if they lived they'd be hooking up all over the rebel base. But after Andor, rewatching Rogue One, like it's just love.

Anyways the pattern is from @parvumautomaton I did flip Jyn around so they could gaze at each other and had to switch out the background colors.

[parvumautomaton]

You did gorgeous work. And I love the fabric you used, it looks fantastic and ties the whole work together.

[vitali-s]

[coolancientstuff]

Cats in ancient Greek vase paintings

[parvumautomaton]

Trans Rights are Human Rights

[pattern-of-the-year]

Pattern of the Year: Round One

Desert Sunrise

All Over Plaid

Voting ended onDec 14, 2024

Desert Sunrise by ParvumAutomaton

Propaganda: None Submitted (but you can leave some in the notes!)

All Over Plaid by Joyce Seebo in 'Classic Eyeglass Cases', 1982

Propaganda: The year: 1982. The dilemma: you're always losing your damn glasses. The solution: THIS PATTERN.

[parvumautomaton]

[deathtokillian]

If you are trans I need you to stay alive.

Stay alive for every other trans person fighting, stay alive for every trans person who is no longer here, and most importantly stay alive for yourself.

They don’t get to erase us! They don’t get to take away our rights, and treat us as less than human. Don’t let them erase us, and don’t let them make you a statistic. Don’t let them win.

Stay alive

If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for others. Do it out of spite.

[grrlscientist]

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[ladyimtolstoy]

A friendly reminder to USians: if you are planning to vote on Election Day, your mantra is "Nothing I see today convinces me not to go vote."

Exit polls suggest DT cannot be caught? YOU STILL GO VOTE.

Exit polls suggest KH has it in the bag? YOU STILL GO VOTE.

Pundits are saying the country is swinging overwhelmingly red? YOU STILL GO VOTE.

Pundits are saying the country is swinging overwhelmingly blue? YOU STILL GO VOTE.

Polls can be misleading (intentionally or not). The methodology can be biased (or simply poor). Early results may not reflect what the full count will show. There may be a red mirage. NOTHING YOU SEE CONVINCES YOU NOT TO VOTE.

The biggest Democratic win in swing states means nothing if democrats don't turn out everywhere to keep the reliably blue states blue.

VOTE. Wear appropriate weather gear if you think you may have to stand in a line outside (coat, hat, gloves, umbrella, sunhat, whatever, you know where you live). Bring water and a snack and something to do (book, game on your phone, podcast and headphones, whatever, you know what you like). GO VOTE.

NOTHING YOU SEE ON ELECTION DAY CONVINCES YOU NOT TO VOTE.

[parakeet]

Another banger from /r/stupiddovenests - at least the tag is appropriate this time

[parvumautomaton]

Quick! Post your photos of doves with nests in the mouths of dinosaurs!

[robotgirl95]

I’ve been knitting my way through this book by making friends gifts of hats they want. Its been great.

[pop-tart]

I’m late posting him, but here’s another finished piece from one of @parvumautomaton’s lovely patterns - Clone Wars Anakin. :) I made a few color swaps and simplified the background (though maybe I’ll make another one with the Vader mask background… it’s really neat I just wanted to do the background a little more mindlessly😅). Thank you again!!

[parvumautomaton]

That looks fantastic! I'm seriously loving the colored background.

(And yes, part of the reason that I do that background for the star wars characters is that it's so much fun to relax to.)