While I was drawing, I regretted a lot of times that I had even started this drawing, then I regretted that I didn’t have a scanner, because the photo doesn’t convey the atmosphere
Sherry: That's his daughter. Blood is irrelevant that is his girl and he loves her.
Ashley: His little duckling who follows him around accordingly. They're great friends and he considers her his, but in the abstract way. Like his to protect and keep alive even if she's more than capable of protecting herself now. She harasses him often over the phone and he doesn't know peace because of it.
Grace: That's just younger him actually. They are kind of two halves of a hole or maybe the same soul that was separated by 30 years or so. They could probably merge into one being with ease.
Emily: Granddaughter or as good as one. He will spoil her accordingly.
Leon Kennedy as a dad has been plaguing my brain for ages (in a good way). I was wondering if you would be able to write a fic for him? Maybe one where his reader wife just had a baby and it’s the first morning home with their little girl. Reader wakes up to find Leon isn’t there in the morning. She manages to pull sore and achy postpartum body out of bed to look for him. Only to find Leon shirtless (with a dad bod) in the baby’s room sitting with their little girl all cuddled up to his chest doing skin to skin. Then domestic fluff ensues
FIRST MORNING HOME ✹ Leon Kennedy
SUMMARY: You and Leon just had your first baby, and while all you want to do is cuddling with your little girl after a very bad first night at home, you end up finding out she's cuddling with Leon... who says "skin to skin" is very important during the first days of life
✹ PAIRINGS: Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader
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📂 Day 1 of GIRL DAD ANTHOLOGY
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💬 To be honest, I almost didn't post this, and I almost left this app, but then I remember I love writing, I love interacting with you all, and that's all! Harry Styles' new album coming up in an hour for me, so reminder to treat people with kindness! Hope you like this one 💖
The first thing you notice after barely having two hours of sleep is that there’s too much silence.
You sit up quickly in bed, trying to do your best to not overthink that something bad has happened. However, when you turn to your right and see that Leon isn’t there, you can’t stop but let a huge variety of many negative thoughts immediately start forming in your head.
“Leon?”
There’s no answer, of course.
The moment you throw the covers off and try to get out of bed is when you feel the pain. You can’t help but let out a groan, cursing under your breath. Your body aches way too much, something that’s completely normal considering you gave birth just three days ago.
When you stand up, it feels as if your body's protesting and telling you to get back to bed. You were discharged yesterday, and even though everything and, specially, you and your daughter were perfect for you to finally return home, the doctor made it very clear: you’re going to feel awful for a few days and, no matter how much you thought you could handle everything, you just couldn’t handle things on your own for now.
You underestimated his comment, of course, and now, as you slowly walk around your room, putting on your robe and your slippers, you realize you should take things more calmly.
However… now it doesn’t seem like the moment to do it.
“Fuck…” you mutter quietly to yourself.
You reach the bedroom door and force yourself to rest against the doorframe for a bit and take a breath. You feel a faint pressure in your lower abdomen, and you can’t help but worry about it being just a mere pressure.
But… your biggest concern are your husband and your daughter, who seem to have disappeared.
“Leon?” you call again, a little louder this time. “Love?”
Again, there’s no answer.
You feel a pressure settling in your chest, and you feel your heart beating faster.
“Okay… You got this…” you whisper, encouraging yourself to keep moving.
After taking a few more steps and reaching the middle of the hallway that leads to your daughter’s room, you force yourself to stop again. You feel more pressure building in your head, and your vision even blurs slightly.
Immediately, knowing what could happen, you force yourself to lean against the wall, close your eyes for a bit, and practice the same breathing exercises that only a few days ago helped you manage the pain between contractions.
“God… how did I give birth to a baby and now I can’t even walk?” you shake your head, biting your lip. “Come on… Let’s go…”
You start walking again, cursing the feeling that the hallway seems much longer than usual.
The only thing that comforts you is that, as you keep going, you slowly start hearing some noises, murmurs that you can’t quite understand, and what sounds like the rocking chair moving.
The rocking chair.
You see your baby’s bedroom door slightly open and carefully open it a bit more.
You let out a sigh, finally relaxing.
You see Leon, shirtless, with the baby resting on his chest, her tiny hands curled into little fists. His left hand rests on her back while his lips keep pressing soft kisses to her forehead, whispering who knows what to her.
You notice how he can’t stop smiling shyly.
Leon leans his head back and closes his eyes, clearly trying to rest for a bit after the terrible night you both had. His thumb keeps moving up and down the baby’s back, and when you hear a small sound escape her lips, you can’t stop a tear from slipping down your cheek.
When your husband opens his eyes, his gaze meets yours, and he smiles even more.
“Hey…” he whispers, trying not to wake the baby. “You should be in bed, resting. Do I have to remind you what the doctor said?”
You shake your head, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.
You can’t stop looking at him. His hair is completely messy, he has more beard than you know he usually likes to keep, and there are dark circles under his eyes. Too many, actually, especially considering he hasn’t even been a father for a week.
Though… you can’t complain: you’d probably look exactly the same… or even worse.
Still, you can’t stop noticing his chest and how his body, still very toned, seems a little more relaxed since he took paternity leave…
“You weren’t in bed,” you reply suddenly, trying not to let your hormones get you in the mood. “Sorry for overreacting, but I was worried…”
Leon’s expression changes instantly. He goes from being relaxed with your baby, to being completely alert, even starting to hold the little one a bit more firmly.
He shifts in the rocking chair. Now, his face shows nothing but worried about you. Also, you notice how he seems to be apologizing with his eyes.
“She started getting fussy around 5,” your husband explains, now taking the baby into his arms and beginning to rock her. “You were sleeping so deeply and seemed so relaxed… I didn’t want to wake you. You needed, and still need, to rest,” he insists.
“You could’ve woken me up. I’m her mother, Leon,” you reproach quietly, rubbing your eyes.
“And, as her mother, you need to rest,” Leon counters. “Don’t you remember what the doctor told you? I thought we talked about this before you were discharged.”
“Yes, but you also need to sleep, Leon,” you huff.
“You know I barely sleep normally,” he gives you a small smile. “Sleeping even less to take care of my daughter won’t hurt me.”
“You say that now, but when—”
“Come on, we’ve actually been having a good time. Did you know we even had a little chat?” he murmurs, lowering his gaze to the baby. “Didn’t we, sunshine?”
The baby makes a small noise, as if answering him, and curls herself more tightly against Leon.
“You’re shirtless, Leon,” you say, walking toward him slowly. “It’s winter. You’re going to catch a cold! And then, the baby will catch it!”
Leon looks you up and down when you carefully sit on his thigh, doing your best to not disturb the baby.
“Well… yeah, I know,” he answers shyly, scratching the back of his neck. You can’t help blushing. “When they were doing your blood tests and all that medical stuff, and I stayed with the baby, the nurse explained that skin-to-skin contact helps regulate their heart rate, temperature…” he shrugs. “Since she seemed a little nervous, and she didn’t look hungry, and nothing else seemed to be wrong, I decided to try it and see if it’d actually calm her down.”
Your throat tightens.
“I’ve also read several articles about it,” Leon adds, a little embarrassed. “At this point, I could qualify as a pediatrician, you know.”
You laugh, but the pain in your lower abdomen returns.
Now, it’s even sharper.
You place a hand there discreetly, massaging the area to calm the pain and trying not to let Leon notice but, of course, he does.
“Love…” quickly, he makes a move to stand up, forcing you to stand as well. “Come on, sit down,” he gestures toward the rocking chair with the hand that isn’t holding the baby. You’re about to protest, but he cuts you off. “The doctor said you needed rest… You can’t be making this much effort…”
“I only crossed the hallway…”
You hold back a groan that escapes anyway when you feel the pressure again, stronger now.
“Hey, you comfortable? Are you okay? Do you need me to bring you something? Do you want me to put the baby in the crib and carry you to bed in—?”
“Leon.”
Interrupting him doesn’t calm him down… In fact, it seems to do the opposite.
You can see how worried he’s becoming. You would even swear his face is turning a little pale.
“I’m fine, I’m fine!” you rush to say when you see him starting to crouch in front of you, without letting go of the baby, of course.
You see him close his eyes and let out a sigh, much more relaxed.
However, when he opens them again, it feels like he’s analyzing you completely.
“You shouldn’t be walking around like nothing happened,” he scolds.
“I only gave birth, Leon. It’s not like I’m not broken or anything like that…”
“Just gave birth, you say… Yeah…”
You lean back in the rocking chair and start swaying, seeing how Leon can’t stop pacing from one side to the other with the baby in his arms. You can’t help holding back tears when you hear him telling her about how you met, how he asked you to be his girlfriend, how you got married, how you both reacted when you found out you were expecting her…
“You know? You’re definitely a good dad. Best one in the world, I’d say.”
Leon turns to look at you and raises an eyebrow.
“Like… as a dad, you mean?”
“Yes,” you gesture up and down at him, smiling. “You’re just… there, with the baby, telling her our entire story as if she actually understands you…”
“She does understand me,” he reproaches, unable to suppress a smile. “Why do you think we get along so well? You know I talked to her a lot when she was still inside you… Besides, I probably look terrified.” He chuckles quietly and shakes his head. “Damn… I don’t know how to do anything… I don’t even know how to—”
“You’re doing everything perfect,” you tell him, straightening slightly as if to stand but sitting back down when he gives you one of his looks. “Leon, for God’s sake, if you could see yourself…”
“See myself how?”
“I haven’t seen you like this since the day we got married. So… in love.”
That leaves him speechless.
He stares at you for a moment, clearing his throat as if pretending he doesn’t know what to say.
“Well…” he stammers a little and clears his throat again. “Yeah, I’m in love with her… I mean… God, she’s our daughter. Ours. We made her, and she barely even exists yet, and she’s so perfect…”
You stand up and move behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaving several kisses all across his back until you reach his shoulders.
“She wasn’t comfortable in the crib,” he explains quietly. “I woke up when I heard those tiny little noises she makes, so… well, I picked her up, went down to the kitchen, and made her a bottle… although she didn’t want it,” he explains. “I also changed her diaper twice, but the third time she didn’t want anything either… So… well, we’ve just been talking a little and stuff… until now she finally fell asleep.”
You smile, standing on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek.
“She knows you. She’s your best friend, I promise.”
You’re not entirely sure why, but you say those words without much conviction, almost as if they hurt to say.
Leon notices, of course.
He gently moves you aside, and just as carefully places the baby, completely asleep, into her crib, only to turn back to you with his arms wide open.
“Come here.”
“I thought you didn’t want me moving,” you say with your arms crossed.
“This is different. Can’t I hug my wife now?”
That makes you laugh a little. You end up crossing the few steps between you and lean against his chest while he wraps his arms around you, leaving shy kisses on the top of your head.
He’s the one who takes the initiative to move you both a little closer, eventually dragging the rocking chair until it sits right beside the crib.
Leon sits down in it and then takes you by the waist, gently forcing you to sit on his lap.
You lean forward slightly, moving closer to the crib and softly brushing the baby’s back.
God, Leon was right: she was your daughter.
How could you possibly have made something so… perfect?
“She’s so small…” you whisper.
“She has your nose,” Leon assures.
“And those little ears…”
“Yeah, those are mine. Poor girl.”
“Leon, your ears are perfect,” you lightly hit his arm. “You’re perfect. No wonder our baby is so beautiful…”
“Don’t say that… she got all of that from her gorgeous mother.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and look at him. Leon beats you to it and wraps his arms around your waist too, leaving a quick kiss on your lips.
“I don’t know how you can be so good at this already…” you tell him, sliding your fingers through his hair and fixing it a little.
“At all this stealth stuff? The DSO, I guess… It had to be good for something, right?”
You roll your eyes, your lips curving into a smile that achieves exactly what Leon wanted: making you laugh.
“I meant with us,” you say. “You’re a very good husband, and you’ve only been a father for a short time, but… you’re already perfect.”
“I honestly don’t know what I’m doing,” he admits. “Every time she does anything I think I’ve already fucked up.”
“Yeah… same happens to me,” you admit too, though it’s no surprise to your husband.
“You know that earlier, when you were still asleep, I checked if she was breathing six times?”
“I did it nine times when I came out of the shower the day after giving birth.”
“Are you serious?” he asks in surprise, staring at you.
“I swear,” you assure him. “It was when I forced you to go outside with Chris to get some air, even if it was for just two minutes, because you hadn’t left the hospital for almost two days. And you didn’t eat anything.”
A smile slowly appears on his face. He hugs you a little tighter around the waist, being careful not to hurt you.
“We’re a disaster, love…”
“Definitely. But at least we have each other, right?”
He kisses your cheek several times, then leaves one on your temple.
“Do you think you’re going to escape from me that easily?”
You shrug.
“Earlier, I thought you’d left the house with the baby,” you comment, and you regret it instantly when you see Leon grow sad even though he tries not to show it. “Leon…”
“Did you really think that? That I’d left? That I’d leave you alone? Especially after giving birth?”
“I called you and you didn’t answer,” you reply a bit coldly. “I just… I don’t know. I know maybe I’m overreacting a lot…”
“And it’s completely fine. Hormones are driving you crazy,” he says, gently cupping your face. “I don’t want you to feel bad, but… if something like that ever crosses your mind again, tell me, alright? I didn’t hear you before because I was with our tiny, perfect, wonderful daughter, but next time if—”
A small sound, followed by another, and then another, until it breaks into a soft cry, interrupts you both.
You both look down at the crib and see that the baby is no longer asleep. Her eyes are half open now, her arms moving clearly with the intention of wanting to be picked up.
Of Leon picking her up.
“Well… looks like someone has already got used to daddy’s arms… Yeah, guess you’re definitely your mother’s copy, sunshine…”
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! Feedback on the comments and reblogs are very much appreciated but, if you feel shy, just send me an anonymous ask! 💖
[Image ID: a thread of tweets from 🥕EasterGryffon🐇 (@CherryGryffon). The text is in white, with a blue-black background. The first tweet reads:
ATTN: ANYONE WITH NO HEATING OR POWER CURRENTLY
I know it's cold, I have some tips for you, thanks to having been through this before, many times. 🧵
Please RT the thread if you know anyone without power currently! 🖤
The second tweet reads:
- Choose 1 room to inhabit
- Move all furniture to external walls
- Move your mattress to the center of the 1 room
- Block pets from leaving that room, put all needs in it
- If your fridge is warming up, put all perishable items in a trash bag and place outside, form snow around
The third tweet reads:
- If you have plants, move them in the room with you
- If you have a small space heater, move it in that room with you
- Hang thick blankets or large towels in all the windows
- If a sunny day arrives before power, open curtains when sun hits directly, then put back up
The fourth tweet reads:
- Wear multiple layers of clothing
- If your pets are too cold, put socks on their feet and/or other clothing you have that fits them
- Roll clothing or towels and block all door and window gaps
- Throw all your dirty clothes on the floor, covering every space you can
The fifth tweet reads:
Your body heat will warm that room if you remain in ONLY that room. You want to use anything you can to add insulation between you, and the outside. Hence covering and blocking all floors, windows, and walls. Now isn't the time to have a clean house, it's the time to survive.
The sixth tweet reads:
Late addition thanks to a friend of mine:
If you have, or can get, bubble wrap, tape that to all windows, as it creates a kind of double insulation!
Every removable pillow and cushion goes in that room, against the walls.
Any kind of cardboard or foamcore can be pressed into window wells or taped over. Put wadded up newspaper or bubble wrap between the pane and the foamcore. Duct or painter's tape can hold the cardboard or foamcore to the wall. Mound laundry and blankets around you. Make sure pets have a similarly squishy bed to curl up in. Pet carriers are great for huddling in, and it's good to have them out anyway in case you MUST relocate. Food and water go close enough they don't have to come all the way out, if they don't want to.
Remember that to insulate, air pockets are necessary. Don't pack clothes or newspaper loose, but don't squish all the air out either. Insulation is made with foam or blown fiber for a reason. Air pockets in a non conductive material trap the cold instead of passing it on.
It is honestly way less miserable stuck in a single, insulated room than free roaming a house that is cold.
If your area is expected to be hard hit, prepare some of this in advance.
Keep your phone charged BEFORE the power goes out! Put it back on the charger when it reaches 80%, I am not kidding.
And, final tip, if you go outside and get REAL cold, take your clothes OFF when you get back and put different ones on. Preferably ones the cats have been laying on, but even if they are cool, as long as they are warmer than the ones you have been in outside, you will warm up faster. Even swapping just outer layers is helpful.
OH!!! Also, don't burn candles in the weatherproofed room. Bad for pets anyway, and they will use your oxygen and put carbon monoxide into the air, and that can make you sick. For real, even in a big house, constant candles will make you feel so gross after a while, and carbon monoxide BUILDS UP, from what I understand, it doesn't purge through lungs like carbon dioxide, it binds in your blood like oxygen and circulates like oxygen, using up space the oxygen would be using. It will build up over hours or days and make you feel nauseated, grody, headachy, and just generally foul. They are warm, but they aren't good for you. I made myself real sick like this in '07. Don't make my mistake.
In a pinch, stuffed animals or any kind of plushies will make great insulation. I spent my first night in my first apartment in winter sleeping under a mountain of stuffed animals because I could not find my blankets. Worked like a charm!
You were reading a book when two little hands appeared on the top edge of it, and pulled down, revealing two big, red eyes.
"Oh, hello, Paris."
"Hi." His raspy voice had changed to suit how small he was. It still threw you off sometimes.
You rested the book on your chest slowly, and Paris crawled over it and into the nook in-between your arm and your chest. You waited for him to get comfy before resuming your book.
It was a slow day, today. Nothing much was happening, and everyone was taking advantage of the opportunity to rest. Lily was playing her games in the other room, and Yumi was completing a puzzle on the floor while cuddling with one of her newer plushies. And it seemed Paris wanted to siphon some body heat from you.
But after a good while of enjoying his presence (and him enjoying yours), your throat began to get dry.
You gently shifted your arm to wake Paris, "Paris?"
"Mm"
"I need to go get something to drink. And maybe something to eat, too, I could get you a blanket and some pillows if you want."
"I'd. Like to stay with you. If you're alright with that."
"That's alright."
You put a bookmark in your book, and set it aside before carefully getting up, adjusting your hold on Paris as you got on your feet.
"Are you comfy enough?"
"Mhm."
"Okay. Let me know if you get uncomfortable."
Getting to the kitchen was easy enough, but when you started thinking through the process of making yourself a mug of tea, you had an idea. Maybe Yumi and Lily would like something?
Of course, making three mugs of tea would be challenging with one arm, but one of the two girls could come and help.
You pulled out your phone and texted Lily.
<Hey Lily>
<wat>
<Would you or yum like tea>
Damn autocorrect
<id like tea>
<let me ask ymui>
<Could one of you help me make the tea?>
<I only have one arm available>
<?>
You took a photo of you and Paris. He was . . . asleep probably wasn't the right word, but he certainly wasn't conscious. Paris's face was in the crook of your neck and he was almost completely limp.
<littleguy.img>
<omg>
<holy shit>
<i will help you for no reason in particular>
You heard Lily swiftly pad down the hallway before she slowed down and entered the kitchen. After a bit of her stifling her laughter at Paris being small and 'asleep', you two got to work.
You started by grabbing the mugs for everyone while Lily put the electric kettle on. While you two worked, Paris would occasionally let out a few quiet clacks. Neither of you knew if that was the sound of him waking up, so both you and Lily would pause whenever he started just to be safe. And when he stopped, you two were a bit more conscious of the noise you were making.
After several more minutes of this odd game of Red Light, Green Light, three warm mugs of tea were ready. Lily reached for her phone and started typing. Your phone vibrated, and she showed you her screen.
<wanna vibe in the same room? yumi wanted to hang out.>
You fumbled to unlock your phone.
<Not sure how Paris will react, but he has known you two longer>
<hell be embarrassed for five secs tops>
<If you say so. I'm good to hang out>
<ok. ill grab uymi, u go baack to ur book>
You pocketed your phone and gave her a thumbs up, then turned around to grab your mug. Lily padded off with the other two mugs to collect Yumi, and you went to go sit back down with your tea and Paris.
Once you got settled in, Yumi tip-toed up to the couch you were sitting on and wordless joined Paris by cuddling into your arm on the same side as him. She held her mug with both hands, careful to not spill the hot liquid all over the three of you. Lily came in a few seconds after, and quietly took a picture before joining the cuddle pile.
Yumi was the first to start softly snoring, and eventually Lily turned her game off. Soon after that, the words on the page started to blur together, and you decided to stop where you were and rest your eyes, too.
A few hours later, Paris 'woke up' and froze when he realized that he was in the middle of/ on top of three sleeping humans. Then he noticed the mugs. Each of the mugs had gotten into precarious positions and a stray toss or turn could cause one of them to fall onto the floor.
Paris carefully crawled off of the cuddle pile and transitioned into his more humanoid form, and he quickly collected up the mugs and went to go wash them.
The small waterfall was quite loud in comparison to the quiet breathing he was surrounded by just a few minutes ago. After a few seconds, he acclimated to the sound of the running tap and started cleaning the cups.
It soothed him to gently wipe away the stains. While the mugs were solid colors, removing the discolorations were like revealing an intricate pattern. He much prefered this to that teeth grinding game of round up Ivan had him going on.
Ivan. He'd almost forgotten about that old fool. Not that he could forget his creator. Not even when he was locked up in that box and completely replaced.
A particularly loud snore from the other room broke his train of thought.
He looked down and saw that he broke the handle of the mug he was washing.
Oops.
Lily could cover for that. Right?
Paris listened for any more signs of the three of you waking up while he cleaned the other mugs. Only so he wouldn't be surprised if one of you came up behind him. No other reason.
Paris thought of Darla and Dorthy.
Nope. No other reason.
When Paris was done cleaning up your (admittedly small) mess, he watched the three of you as you slept for a few moments.
Then he shook his head and let out a sigh before shrinking back down and snuggling back into your body heat. No reason to stay awake if everyone else was asleep, he supposed.
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Nora took a photo when she got home, of course, and then woke everyone up. The characters aren't the most in character, but i did my best and im rather proud of how this turned out.
Edit: fixed some formatting errors, don't know how I missed them on mobile
Btw don't believe any Etsy ad or things trying to sell this pattern to you. It's been free since the 90s. It's very simple, just double crochet and color changes. Be sure to weave in ends as you go unlike me
"Sorry i reported you" scam making it's rounds here.
I'm not even banned.
Vague details.
Doesn't just start with the reason for contact.
You submit help to www.tumblr.com/support or help.tumblr.com. NOT the links provided in the photos.
the proof of email photo is crunchy as hell. Looks old too.
Why do i have to contact them to confirm my innocence. lmao.
What is the scam?
You rush to prove your innocence to the email and they will respond back to you needing to verify your login info and then steal your account. easy. Discord and Steam have a version of this too.
To all my fans thank you so much for not falling for the scam. I tried to stay on top of it.
I have also realized that the scammer had already captured one of my oldest followers account so that is why I fell for it.
"Jarrell Perry" - still using that name huh? Should have changed it buddy. Trust me when I say I've already reported you to the online scammers website, My banks, and local law enforcement.
As should anyone who has fallen for the scam.
That being said everyone of my fans knows I don't randomly message people.
And if we do talk it's strictly about requests.
Don't allow your account to be taken hostage!
If you do somehow manage to access your old pages again just save what you can and delete. It's tragic but your safest bet to prevent the scammer from accessing your stuff again.
Also... after this whole experience I can never trust discord. Sorry guys the stuffymcstuffsworld brand will not merge onto that due to emotional trauma
I'd appreciate it if you reblogged this post! I almost fell for that shit!
A Tumblr user called me saying they reported my account by accident and I needed to call a Tumblr support on Discord: Jarell Perry (this Tumblr user account was already hacked, now I know that)
Then I called this guy on Discord. I was desperate cause in the "warning" said my account would be blocked in 24 hours. But the whole conversation was REALLY strange, even more when he gave me, OUT OF NOWHERE, his "certificate":
Here is the "certificate":
He asked, then, for me to change my email and I was like "what kind of support would ask this crap?"
Besides my suspicions, TWO things saved me to fall for this shit:
>>> Another Tumblr Warning: I decided to search a little more and found ONE, ONE POST ABOUT IT ON TUMBLR, by @stuffymcstuffsworldthesecond (here is the link, please check it too and repost).
>>> The original person that called me was hacked: I even went a little further and searched the tumblr user on Google (I needed to contact them some other way to confirm the message) and, guess what, they have an Instagram account AND A NEW TUMBLR ACCOUNT, cause the first one was HACKED!! THE ONE THAT WAS TALKING WITH ME!!! (Here is the post explaining it, also consider to follow this artist, their art is amazing! The NEW and SAFE account is @cypher-030)
THEN, I reported both the scammers and blocked them! Apparently, the hacked Tumblr account that called me is already banned at the time I write this warning! But must be more of them!
EVERYONE, DON'T FALL FOR THIS! If this happened with you, it would mean a lot if you reblogged!
Also, my followers: I will NEVER send a message about anything like this for you on private! I almost NEVER talk on private, I just talk on comments, asks and hashtag reblogs! Please please, know that!
I will mention all my moots here cause I think this whole scam warning is REALLY important!
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016). There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because it’s a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
“Sun-tama-tama” (a pun off of “Santama”, lit. “third Tama”) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tama’s successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, “I will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.” [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tama’s Twitter account.
The shrine of Tama Daimyōjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.
Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama Daimyōjin on the anniversary of Tama’s Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus can’t hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)
In this post I shared a crochet poncho inspired by Scar's secret life skin. Let's talk about the patterns I used/modified/made... So you can make it too!!
I used 100 % cotton yarn with a 3.5 mm hook. I'll be using US terminology.
ch - chain
st - slip stitch
sc - single crochet
hdc - half double crochet
dc - double crochet
tc - triple crochet
Poncho
Pattern for the base poncho, can be found on this link. It's a great and easy pattern, however I used a smaller hook size and thinner yarn - so I had to change it a bit.
I found that I need more stitches than the biggest size for my head to fit properly. The only modification is with stitch counts on first and second rounds.
I made the first round 110 stitches. But you can make it as long as needed, just make sure you have an even amount of stitches.
For a second round, you need to divide the stitches in two - for me it was 55 stitches for each half (54 for double crochet plus 1 to fit additional stitches). Because you don't want your seam (end of the rounds) to fall next to the increase (the little loops in the front and back) you will start in the middle of the first. I personally started with 20 double crochet, in the next stitch you do 2 double crochet, chain two, and another 2 double crochet. After that you make 54 double crochet, then in the next stitch you do 2 double crochet, chain two, and another 2 double crochet. And at the end you should be left with 34 double crochet to finish the round. This way the seam is just off the shoulder.
As for the hood I just guessed the right length (I recommend making the rows longer rather than shorter).
Modified 1st and 2nd rounds in notation:
110 dc
20 dc, (2 dc, ch 2, 2 dc) in next, 54 dc, (2 dc, ch 2, 2 dc) in next, 34 dc [116 stitches, without the chains]
Sunflowers
I started with a sunflower from this link. It is amazing and I did not change it one bit. So for this particular one, use the provided pattern. For reference, this sunflower ended up with a diameter of 11 centimeters with the yarn I used.
Now for the smaller/larger sunflowers - those I made myself (please take into an account I'm a beginner and these patterns were made only for me, so they may be a bit hard to read, sorry). It's pretty much the same process as the linked pattern with different stitch counts and slightly different stitches.
Leave a long end for sewing after you are done with each flower. I sew them with the brown yarn around the center and with the yellow one all around the petals and they seem to hold well enough.
I will list them from smallest to largest with approximate diameter measurements.
~4 cm (5 petals)
Center
14 hdc + 1 st [15]
Petals
5× (2 sc, ch2, 2 sc, skip 1) at the end of round st
5× [in chain 2 space (1 hdc, 1 dc, ch 2, st in first chain, 1 dc, 1 hdc), st]
~6 cm (6 petals)
Center
17 dc + 1 st [18]
Petals
6× (hdc, ch 3, hdc, skip 1) at the end of round st
6× [in chain 3 space (3 dc, ch 2, sc in first chain, 3 dc), st]
~9 cm (8 petals)
Center
17 dc + st [18]
6× (2sc, sc) [24]
Petals
8× (2 dc, ch 4, 2 dc, skip 1) at the end of round st
8× [in chain 4 space (4 dc, ch 2, sc in first chain, 4 dc), sc]
~13 cm (9 petals)
Center
14 dc + 1 st [15]
13× (2 dc), dc + st [30]
15× (dc, 2 dc) [45]
Petals
9× (3 tc, ch 5, 3 tc, skip 3)
9× [in chain 5 space (4 dc, 1 tc, ch 3, hdc in the first chain, 1 tc, 4 dc) sc]
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