[boigameista]

do you happen to have a step by step of the froggies by chance? i am very bad at following textual instructions and i cant find anyone who might have done a step by step haha

@burakhovskys i can try to make a step by step post! it may be sort of long but definitely watch out for one as i'd be happy to further explain!!!

[boigameista]

Ok so this is going to take a couple posts cuz last time i tried to post after i had all my info in and it deleted everything when i hit the reblog button 🥴

Without further a do

The Frog Tutorial

(Part 1)

1. First have all your cutouts ready!!!

you can choose at this stage to sew the eyes on or you can wait to position them how you want on the face, I’m doing it later, so that part of the tutorial will be addressed in another installment.

(Im using white thread so its easier to see how i sew)

2. Put one of the sides on top of the belly piece, lining up their nose tips in the center.

3. Stick your needle through the top of the side piece through the belly piece, pull the thread through, and loop back around to the top to sew how i do, keep repeating until you reach the arm!

4. For the arms/legs youll want to make sure in these crevices (circled in green) are sewn 2-3 times to make sure the fabric is secure and no holes open up, do this with every crevice!

5. After that sew all the way down to the almost the middle of the butt but leaving space in the middle just as the og pattern suggests.

6. Clip off the excess thread after this since we will have to start sewing in a different area in the next part.

[boigameista]

The Frog Tutorial (part 2)

7. Line up the side pieces together, using the tips of their faces to line up the back sides

8. Start sewing again in the middle of the back end of the pieces, not all the way at the bottom where they would meet the belly piece,, otherwise the frog will have a concave ass.

9. Once youve sewn up all the back to the front the face pieces should line up, here you will just need to get as close to the belly piece then sew through to the belly piece to start doing the rest of the frog

10. Once you get to the back of the front leg, tie it off so its not getting in the way, and then were going to flip the frog inside out.

11. To get the feets out just push them using a somewhat skinny but blunt object so they stick out like this

NOW WERE GONNA DO EYES!

12. To do the eyes, push the needle through the inside to the outside after rethreading it and making sure it has a really good knot,

13. After its through pull the thread all the way through till it hits the knot and then skewer the pompom thru the middle, pushing it all the way down till it rests on the head.

14. After its on the head, pierce the pompom again and back through the interior, here you can flip the frog inside out and sew a little through the interior of the fleece and tie a knot so its secure, or you can sew the pompom a couple more times to make it more attached to the head.

[boigameista]

Last friggin part to the Frog Tutorial

With eyes this guy should look a bit cuter lol

15. Anyway flip the frog back inside out, and sew up the rest until you have this little space left open.

16. With this little space, we will pull the frog head first out its own butt. So you may have a flat frog such as this one here.

17. Next push out the little feet nubbins and then stUFF THE FROG

18. Turn that bad boy around and the butt should look like this.

19. To fix the unfortunate butt shape, keep the fabric tucked inward towards the stuffing and keep sewing like normal until completion!

Tie the frog up and youre all done!!!

🎉🎊🎉 Congrats you’ve made a frog :) 🎉🎊🎉

[adurot]

I have just learned that Mountain Goats are NOT, in fact, actual Goats.

[adurot]

I have never heard of this band. I AM in fact referring to the animal.

[adurot]

But wait, there’s more!

[adurot]

[valdevia]

The Luretail Viper (Crotalus neonatus) is a species of large rainforest snake with a complex lure mechanism. It mimics the look and sound of a primate baby in distress to attract prey, striking when they get close. Tourists are advised not to listen to baby cries in the forest.

[valdevia]

If you didn't see the snake's actual face it's already too late!

[the-modern-typewriter]

I would like to request an evil prince nsfw with a good prince? Maybe some capture? Idk

So, possibly not quite nsfw. But it’s less subtext than you normally get from me! Also apparently I cannot resist Plot.

--

“You need my help,” Prince Magnus said. “My resources.” His head tipped as he considered Leo . “Tell me, what do I gain from this arrangement?”

Leo resisted the urge to grit his teeth. His mother had sent him because he was good at diplomacy, because he and Magnus were both princes of the same age. Mostly, she had looked at him with something steely in her gaze, and told him to go. Told him that they needed Magnus and the Azetian forces, do not fail.

He had never seen her look so desperate.

Leo could understand. He had only met Prince Magnus on a few occasions throughout their lives, in order to ensure good relations between their kingdoms, but everyone knew that the prince of Azetia had a ruthlessness, a cunning, that would be deadly to them if he joined their enemies and an asset on the side of the kingdom of Merill. 

With his king gravely ill, Prince Magnus was in charge of the kingdom in all but name. Leo just had to persuade him to help. Just, hah.

His kingdom’s desperation was a fact that the Prince of Azetia, judging by the way he was sprawled on the makeshift throne of their meeting place, seemed well aware of. There was a small smile on his handsome lips that did nothing to comfort.

Leo had done his best to make himself presentable, but the battle had been going on for some time already in the form of small skirmishes in key villages. It wasn’t outright war, yet, but...it had been a hard, urgent ride to the border, full of frantic envoys and hastily scribbled notes to obtain an audience. He didn’t have time for long drawn out meetings.

“I’m sure it may come in useful to have a treatise in place should you ever need to call upon the kingdom of Merill for aid,” he said. “We remember those who help us. You know this. It has been the way of our kingdoms for generations. Your father-”

“You’re not talking to my father.” Magnus cut coldly through the words, smile faltering for a beat, before it was back. “It is honourably touching, I confess. But a promise of future aid it is not exactly concrete, given should you lose I gain nothing, and I will lose men and gold either way by your demand.”

Leo could have pointed out that Magnus likely did not wish to have the Luwenites as neighbours, that the Luwenites would likely head to Azetia next. 

“You have a price in mind,” Leo bit out instead. “If you were not considering allying with us, you would not have agreed to meet me on such short notice. Or did the king send you?” It was a poor idea to press when he needed help, but that smile was getting beneath his skin. How could Prince Magnus sit there and smile when Leo’s people were at risk of being conquered?

Magnus’s eyes darkened.  

“I could be allied with the Luwenites,” the prince raised a brow. “In which case, I could agree to meet you and gain a pretty little hostage to give them.”

Leo froze. He resisted the urge to clench his fists. 

“You cannot turn a meeting under a truce into a hostage situation. There are rules-”

Magnus clicked his tongue with an impatient dismissal of the words.  “You care far too much for the rules, Leo. You and your family always have. Your enemies do not pay such care to etiquette. It is why you are losing.”

That time, Leo’s fists clenched. His heart hammered in his chest.

“If you have allied with the Luwenites, you are more of a fool than I thought you to be. They will not be satisfied with Merill, they will come too for Azetia. If they do not care for etiquette either then there is nothing to stop them turning on you once they have got what they need.”

“You are lovely when you get all passionate,” Magnus murmured. “So sharp.” 

“I’m also right. Whatever you may think of Merill, we keep our word. You cannot say the same for the Luwenites.”

The Azetian prince surely knew all of the reasons for an alliance with Merill as well as Leo did, he likely had not come to be persuaded. But, still, Leo would never have imagined Azetia would throw their lot in with the Luwenites...

Cold crept down his spine, however right he may be. Right meant nothing if Magnus was not smart enough to see it. 

“As it happens,” Magnus said. “I agree with you. And you’re lucky, really, that I would much rather keep you for myself then give you to them to die.” He crooked a finger, beckoning Leo closer, and patted his lap. “So perhaps we can come to some agreement.” 

Leo wavered, face burning, not entirely sure how to approach the situation. He had guards outside. He didn’t want to risk his guards when they were miles out from any of Merill’s main strongholds, and calling for them prematurely would only destroy any chances of an alliance. They didn’t need more enemies. 

Magnus could already be an enemy.  Leo wasn’t, abruptly, convinced that he wasn’t.

He exhaled a breath and walked over, sitting down in the other prince’s lap. His jaw tightened, mortified, to conduct the affairs of a kingdom in such a way even if the Azetian guards paid them no mind.

Magnus’s hands settled firm and warm on his waist. 

Leo’s mouth went gone dry. He was hopelessly aware of how close they were. 

“I know the Luwenite’s plans,” Magnus said. He pressed a kiss to Leo’s neck while his hands shifted up, beneath Leo’s shirt. “I stole the information when I visited their camp. They were as eager to secure my allegiance as you are.”

Well, information was one way that Magnus did not have to part with or risk his own assets. 

“I’m going to give you all the information you need to defeat them,” Magnus said. “While I torment you with pleasure.” He spoke so matter of factly that Leo blinked. “You can send anything you manage to keep straight in your head back home.” 

For a moment, Leo was stunned, breathless, wordless, incapable of forming thought other than you evil bastard. 

“...send?” he managed, after a beat.

“You don’t imagine I’m going to let you run off and get killed, do you? No, no no. No point making a treaty with a dead prince. Whether you win or lose will be on you and your generals. If your kingdom loses, you get to keep your life nice and safe here in Azetia. If you win...” Magnus’s hands trailed down, palming Leo through his trousers. “We will discuss a more formal treaty then.” 

Leo struggled not to let the touches distract him, but a damning heat still curled in the pit of his stomach. He cleared his throat.  “You will withdraw any aid you have given to the Luwenites.”

“Of course.” 

“How do I know your information is correct? You’re a snake, the Luwenites may not trust you. You must give me something first.”

 He couldn’t believe he was saying this. 

Magnus leaned to whisper in his ear.

Leo’s spine straightened. The possibility of victory began to simmer. “We have a deal.”

“Excellent. Write your note and take your clothes off. I imagine you don’t have time to waste.”

[artsymeeshee]

🥹

[shnikkles]

An unexpected call…

[enbycrip]

I will genuinely never forgive anyone involved in making The Imitation Game for their absolute travesty of Alan Turing’s story.

He was intensely autistic, and gay, and *kind*.

He mentored people below him in the programme - including women, who pretty much everyone else was crappy to.

He had terrible allergies and went cycling in a gas mask in the country to avoid then, and when he got overstimulated at parties he pulled incredibly daft elaborate “walking into a cupboard” leaving gags to handle them that left everyone screaming on the floor despite the silliness.

He got on really well with kids and never talked down to them. He gave his neighbours his sugar rations on their kids’ birthdays so she could always make them birthday cakes - even when he was being persecuted after the war, even when he was suffering horrible side effects from the tortures they put him through.

He was such an utterly, genuinely lovely human being, and he deserved so much damn better, and at the very *least* he deserved to be portrayed as who he was in the 21st fucking century instead of falling into a whole slew of horrifically harmful stereotypes that erased the fucking gift he was to us all over again.

[seawallglen]

Welp, I was overdue to cry about how unfair the world was to Alan Turing, anyway...

[taccoman]

I saw what you did with the photo Bill!

[tavalen]

disability advocacy went wrong when it became about inspiration porn and “differently abled” and savants. its incredible that that guy with no legs did a triathlon but your sister with no legs will not and she doesnt need prosthetics or five hour training days to deserve respect and compassion and accommodations. its incredible that that autistic guy can look at a city from a helicopter for an hour and then draw the entire detailed skyline from memory when he lands but your autistic friend cannot and they dont need to have a special Autism Power to deserve respect and compassion and accommodations. 

activism framed around “we are just as CAPABLE” means that when people genuinely are less capable they are left behind. activism framed around “we are just as WORTHY” is fundamental to radical compassion.

[farvann]

Another sneak peek at more shapeshifting fun!!

[sociallyanxiouscryptid]

Thats so epic

[hallwords-deactivated20250118]

to you, it’s a shitty sentence. to some random bitch 500 miles away, it’s a fire line that’ll haunt them for the next 17 years.

you don’t know how impactful your writing is because it’s been in your brain for far too long now. you’ve stared at it for hours and repeated “this sucks” over and over again to the point that you killed your capacity to feel anything about your work.

but trust me, once you get your shit out there, someone’s gonna go over that paragraph you hate and go “jesus fucking christ” and put the book down to have an existential crisis.

[rowancampbell-author]

I needed to read this. Thank you.

[heroes-villains-side-blog]

New ask game. Go around telling writers what sentence has stuck with you hours/days/weeks/months/years after reading

Someone remind me to do this after Wednesday cuz I am so busy and tired

Can I tag myself? @heroes-villains-side-blog

[metaphoricallyrose]

Support group

[inthemidstofbuddie]

congratulations! you’re now a pirate. your seventh most recent emoji is the symbol on your flag. mine is ™️

[the-gimmick-simp]

♥️

[denmark-official]

🫂

huh. okay.

[maryland-officially]

😉 (it was a mistype earlier)

[the-real-gmail]

😭

Well that's not very menacing

[totally-dairy-queen]

😔 damn not very menacing either lmao

[the-red-planet-mars-deactivated]

🥺

I just laughed for a full minute at this then CACKLED at the image of a cute little ship with hello kitty stickers sailing up to shore and out there comes the most intimidating, ruthless pirates known to humanity-

[the-real-illinois]

😍

I can explain

[reallytimhortons]

😞

I'd be upset too if that was on my flag.

[canadian-hellbird]

my pirates will uppercut you ig

[chaoticgoodthief]

😜

Ummmmm i guess that fits my overall theme pretty well but REALLY? THAT'S what i get?

[heroes-villains-side-blog]

😆 <- Mine...

I don't know how to feel about this

[just-a-space-rabbit]

😅

"hahaha... it looks like we stole all your stuff, and sunk your ship. Awkward… how did that happen?"

[heroes-villains-side-blog]

🤣

Such lovely pirates!

[100percentevil]

🔮

As yes, the witches have taken to the sea. Wonderful.

[heroes-villains-side-blog]

#This was said without a hint of sarcasm/gen#Reblog#I would love to have a bunch of witchy pirates.

That sounds so cool!!!!!! 🤩🤩🤩

[the-ellia-west]

I don't usually make whump posts but here we go

New Whumpees.

Whumpees who don't know where they are or who this person in front of them is. Whumpees who can't handle one cut without screaming.

Whumpees who are either too eager or too afraid to talk back because they haven't had the time to learn yet.

Whumpee having a panic attack right before being tortured.

Whumpee asking too many questions. Whumpee thinking they must have done something wrong.

Whumpees asking 'what are you going to do with that?'

Whumpees panicking when they get hit even after they spilled the information.

New whumpees who don't know how to hide the pain that makes Whumper happy. New whumpees who can't stay awake when they need to. New whumpees who self-sabotage so much they nearly die from the pain.

A new whumpee who is confused, scared, and for the first time, alone.

[automeris-io-moth]

Hand of life, hands of death.  

cw. blood, firearms

“Give me the gun, love” 

Someone said, ordered more than asked, yet Hero heard only static, the mouth of the person before them moved, they could see it clearly as that person knelt before them, as their hands were stained with blood and the wet, warm feeling seeped to their own in the kind touch they held, they wanted something, something from Hero, Hero could tell not what it was. 

They were cold, uncontrollably shaking in a bone-deep freeze only missing in their hands, where the warmth of the other’s skin, and the one of the already cooling blood, stopped their tremor. 

Hero was scared, Hero wanted out. 

“You can’t do this, angel. You were never meant to do this,” the person kept talking, now a small tug given along with the soft hold of Hero’s hands “I can do it for you, if you hand me the weapon.” 

But they shouldn’t, they knew they shouldn’t, even when the voice sounded comforting, trustworthy behind all of Hero’s doubt. 

“I can't,” Hero answered with a trembling voice. 

“You have good intentions, but this is not your way,” the voice continued. “I can’t let you stain your hands with this, you won’t be able to live with it.”

Hero shook their head, desperately, erratically almost. The warm hand stopped them, landing tenderly on their cheek. 

“I won’t ask again, I will protect you from this even if you don’t want me to, you will not kill Superhero, you’ve already maimed them enough” Villain confirmed “give me the gun.” 

“They wanted to kill Sidekick, they wanted to kill me,” Hero admitted, a sob breaking at the end of the phrase, never having spoken it out loud before. 

“I know, but you are not them, your hands are clean,” Villain answered, softer than before, looking down at their hold “figuratively.” 

Hero broke a shy huff, almost resembling a laugh. 

“When you get them dirty, you can’t undo it, you can’t step back, it will follow you the rest of your life, angel. Allow me to give you the mercy of never having to know, I won’t let you hurt yourself like this.” 

And, with a falling head, Hero dropped the weapon to the floor, the clanking of the metal filling the room. Final. 

Villain stood up, kissing Hero’s head, and entering Superhero’s office once again.

_

Masterlist

I am, in fact, alive.

[the-modern-typewriter]

Would you be willing to do more enemies to lover tropes in hero x villain?

"You have a date?"

"If you don't want me to date other people, screw me yourself."

There was a beat of absolute silence. The hero abruptly realized what they'd said. They whirled to face the villain, eyes wide. "I didn't mean - that is - I don't know why I just said that."

Everyone around the room was gaping at the two of them.

The villain's head tilted, oh so slowly, to the side. Their gaze burned into the hero.

"I was being flippant," the hero said.

"Mm."

"You know, because you're possessive."

"Am I?" The villain's voice was silken.

"So I was just getting in there before you said something snippy."

"Oh? Is that what you were doing?"

The hero glared at them, face hot, stomach fluttering.

"Leave us," the villain said.

Everyone around them scattered.

The hero cleared their throat, not speaking until the last door had fallen closed. They wrenched their gaze away to anything, anywhere, except them. "It's not a serious date. I mean - they're not you."

The thing, whatever they were calling it, that they had with the villain was infinitely complex. Consuming. They were the most important person to the villain, and vice versa, and they both knew it but...

But they'd never kissed. They'd certainly never slept together.

Sure, the hero would probably get antsy if they thought the villain was going out with someone who might become first priority. But it wasn't - they weren't - the hero hadn't even been the one to bring up the bloody date!

The villain rose to their feet.

"You're walking dangerously close to one of our lines, hero mine," they warned softly. They sauntered closer, seemingly lazy, except that was the one thing that they never were. "You look startled enough that I can believe it was an accident. We could forget about it."

The hero watched them, a little mesmerized, heart pounding. The villain stopped in front of them.

The hero opened their mouth.

The villain tapped their lip. "Ah, ah. You're not getting away with another flippant comment after that. Think."

The hero closed their mouth. They swallowed.

It was a truth universally acknowledged that when the air between them began to crackle, the hero would say something snarky or careless to diffuse the tension. Nine times out of ten, the villain went along with it. Eight times out of ten, the hero didn't say something quite so dumb in a room full of witnesses.

It wasn't fear. It was terrifying, but it wasn't fear. It would have been so much easier if they were simply scared.

The villain set their hands on either side of the armchair the hero sat in. The hero let themselves be bracketed in with the same slow deliberation as the villain had approached them.

The hero exhaled a breath.

"Good," the villain murmured, studying them. "Now. Would you like to take that back?"

The hero said a lot of crap to the villain that they never took back. They were the only one who did. They watched the villain for a beat, every atom wondering what it would be like if the villain's hands slipped from their careful placement on furniture onto flesh.

The dates weren't like that. The dates were never like this.

But, lord, it would be such a stupid thing to do to cross that line.

The hero tipped their chin up, holding the villain's gaze again. "Do you want me to take it back?"

"If you don't, I'm definitely taking what you said as a challenge."

"Ah, yeah. That's fair." The hero wet their dry lips. "Fair warning."

"So?"

It had happened before. A threshold moment. A teetering. The villain's eyes would go dark, like they currently were, tracking everything. They'd let it go, though. If the hero asked. They always did. For all of their obvious possessiveness, the villain was never the one who brought it up.

"So," the hero dared, before they could stop themselves.

The villain's eyes notched another inch darker, more molten. Their nails dug into the upholstery.

The hero shivered; delicious and awful all at once. Intoxicating.

"So you were being flippant?" the villain prompted.

"So flippant. Unforgivably reckless. I mean, we're a terrible idea."

"The worst," the villain agreed. "Your dates are much sweeter."

"You can be sweet. When you want to be."

The villain clicked their tongue, warning.

The hero grinned back at them. Wild. Drunk, perhaps, on the vertigo of such reckless possibility, such foolish wanting.

They were at the line again. The hero was boldly brushing it with their toe, smudging at it, taunting.

The villain waited.

"You're sweet to me," the hero said. "Despite yourself." They leaned in, and up. "Tell me to stop."

"Do you want to stop?"

"No."

"No," the villain echoed. Then they grabbed the hero by the hair and kissed them.

[villainousauthor]

"I want the names of who hurt you." Villain's voice was icy and lethal. They held Hero's gaze, not letting them look away.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Hero huffs, finally breaking eye contact, not liking the murderous intent they saw on their face.

Villain leans closer, not accepting their deflection. "Don't try and lie to me," They grab Hero's chin, lifting their face back up, "I'm not an idiot. I know what's right in front of me."

"And what is it that you think is right in front of you?" Hero tries to bite back, but they can't get the tremble to leave their voice.

Villain sees right through them though, sees the apprehension in their expression. They continue to hold their head in their cold hands.

"An anxious, traumatized mess who can't stop flinching when I so much as raise a hand up." Their fingers let go of Hero's chin, now tugging on the collar of their shirt, revealing their scarred shoulder. "Don't think I haven't noticed this either. I know these aren't from any of our fights."

Hero pulls themselves away from Villain but says nothing, brows furrowed. They have no defense to offer, no lie to spin.

"I'll ask you again. What are the names of who hurt you?" Villain stays close, the heat from their body starting to seep through Hero's clothes, "Are they still hurting you?" Villain's voice is tight, as if they could snap at any moment, though not at Hero.

"And what will you do if I give you those names?" Hero asks, but with a twisting feeling in their gut, they already have a good guess.

Villain scoffs. "I asked you not to downplay my intelligence, and I won't downplay yours either. You already know what I'm going to do, darling."

Hero simply shakes their head. Yeah, they do know. "If i refused to give you any names?"

Leaning forward, they grab Hero's jaw again, not harshly but with a firmness that shows how serious they are.

"I'm not letting you go until then, in that case. I'm not releasing you back to whoever it is that thinks they're allowed to hurt you. To put their hands on what's mine," Villain's possessive words has Hero shivering, though not with fear, "Tell me the names, or you won't ever be leaving my side again."