After approximately 2.5 weeks of work, I’m excited to share my little passion project. I don’t tend to sew for myself, but I couldn’t get the thought of making these out of my head, and here is the end result
Some fun facts about these dolls:
I patterned, cut, and sewed every single piece by hand
Aziraphale’s hair is yarn, and I sewed in and tied off every single piece individually. His hair alone took me upwards of ten hours
I could only find white sunglasses at the craft store, so Crowley’s glasses are hand painted by me
Aziraphale’s pocket watch is an actual functional mini pocket watch. It keeps time!
I had originally planned to use four-hole buttons for Aziraphale’s eyes, but I couldn’t find the exact ones that I needed, so I went with two-hole buttons, which I rotated in order to differentiate Aziraphale’s eyes from Crowley’s. The result is that Aziraphale now has goat eyes. Which feels appropriate somehow. Bless the ineffability of happy accidents.
In conclusion: I am incredibly proud of these man-shaped beings and I hope you enjoy them too!
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We invite you to join us in the Golden Boots Boy discord server for the reveal of the #maxfest2024 works!
On Wednesday 1st May at 20:00 GMT the works for Max Fest will be revealed on ao3/posted to tumblr and I would love for our creators to get the interaction they deserve on their creations - so please join us for book club, collective cheering, and enjoying Max creations.
Also, there is still time to join Max Fest as a writer/creator - you can find the details here!
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I’ve had a great time catching up on the musicians AU so here’s an attempt at a first line prompt that you’re free to use or ignore or use for something else:
“Somehow, there was a splash of tea on the sleeve of his shirt.”
every single time I start one of these I have to look and see what tense I'm supposed to be in and then I still get it wrong. da capo was in past tense so that's what I'm using HERE WE GO.
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Somehow, there was a splash of tea on the sleeve of his shirt. Joe chose to try and focus on that instead of the frustration building like a stormcloud in his chest. It was even working, until:
'You're rushing,' Nicky's voice was dry and tired, and Joe had to breathe very carefully so as not to snap his bow.
'I am not rushing,' Joe protested as calmly as he was able. 'You're dragging.'
They weren't even playing their programme yet. Nicky had suggested warming up (warming up! Like it wasn't the pinnacle of some musicians' repertoires) with Summer, and Joe had never been one to back down from a challenge.
He also had never been one to beat someone he was trying his hardest to be friends with to death with his bow, but it was looking very appealing.
'You're leading, therefore you're the one rushing,' Nicky said primly, playing a tiny phrase with his left hand, the tumbling arpeggio rattling alongside offence down Joe's spine.
'Perhaps you've just forgotten how swiftly you need to play to keep up,' Joe snapped before he could rein himself in. He froze immediately after, unsure if he should apologise but also absolutely sure that he didn't want to. Past poor behaviour on his part didn't give Nicky carte blanch to be a dick.
Nicky's hands were very still on the keys. The already tiny practice room seemed even smaller with the weight of irritation and held breath inside it.
'Maybe we should come back to this later,' Joe said eventually, when it became clear Nicky wasn't about to dignify Joe's slight against his memory witha response. 'We have a lot to get through before technical rehearsals start.'
'Hmm.'
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Joe dragged his feet on the way home, grateful he'd decided splitting rehearsals was silly. He only had his violin with him for once, and it was much easier to navigate the streets without the weight of his cello on his already slumped shoulders.
It wasn't often that Joe took the long route via Paddington station home. There were faster ways closer to the Albert hall, but he needed the walk to clear his head. It was exhausting, walking on eggshells around Nicky. It felt like they took a step forward, and then tripped two back before Joe could blink.
Nicky had made a habit of bringing Joe coffee every other day, so Joe brought Nicky coffee on the days in between. They didn't even acknowledge it beyond murmurs of thanks, but then they stepped from that detente straight into tense and frustrating rehearsals that went nowhere, and all their morning good will was gone by lunchtime.
Today Nicky had almost slammed the key cover down on the piano before he caught himself. He hadn't even looked at Joe when he excused himself for a smoke. No matter what they did, they just couldn't seem to play together.
The long walk to the station let Joe pull himself together where his edges were blurring. The guilt over how he'd treated Nicky had sat in his bones for years. It festered with every day he tried and failed to find new common ground with him.
It was dark by the time he reached Paddington, and the evening rush was almost entirely over, just late workers and people heading out for the night milling around the station. It was still busy, in that way transport in London was always busy, but it was quiet enough that for once the sound of the crowd was a murmur and not a roar.
Or, maybe they were being quiet on purpose. Over the sound of the tannoy and people on the move, Joe could just about make out the familiar sound of a piano. It was just incongruous enough to stand out over the usual miasma of noise; a bright and cheerful sound that had heads turning and smiles blooming everywhere Joe could see. Helplessly curious, already smiling, he followed the noise to its source.
Near the statue of the eponymous bear, someone with their hood up played the last few bars of the Succession theme to polite applause.
The pianist shook out their hands, sitting back from the keys, and as Joe watched someone approached them, phone in hand. The pianist leaned down towards it, listening by the looks of it, before they nodded and lifted their hands again.
The pianist started again, leaning into the keys with their entire body, and Joe couldn't help grinning in delight at the familiar song.
What a wonderful thing, he thought, staring at the pianist as they swayed slightly with the music. Their posture at the piano was perfect, but there was real joy in their playing. The person who'd requested the piece gripped her friend's arm in delight, smiling so widely Joe could see her dimples from halfway across the concourse.
Joe kept half an ear out for announcements about his train as he watched the pianist play, resting with crossed arms against an out of the way wall.
For all he tried to stay involved in the community, tried to do more than tours for the same people over and over, it had been a long time since he'd been anywhere near as publicly accessible as the pianist. There was a freedom to their playing that Joe ached for. He remembered vividly busking as a teenager to make a little extra money as he studied. Even that hadn't been the kind of playful fun this person was engaging in, not when the quality of his food and clothes depended on it.
Joe was tapping his fingers along by the time the pianist finished, improvising an accompaniment to the pianist's interpretation of the ending of the song. He wondered if Nicky would ever consider adding something like this to their repertoire. Maybe that's what they were missing. Something purely joyful.
As the pianist finished, they turned to face the person who'd requested the song. Their playing had knocked back their hood very slightly, and the spot on the wall Joe had picked changed his view just enough that in turning to acknowledge the girl with the phone bared the pianist's profile to Joe.
He'd know that nose anywhere.
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New and improved way to buy commissions from me!!
I just set up a Fiverr.com account to make commissions easier and more streamlined! I can still do the less formal way where we just dm and use cashapp or whatever, but this will be more professional!
As of making this post, I only have single-character full-body commissions available (on this site), but if I get a few purchases I will add more!
Please consider supporting me, it would mean a lot! This money goes directly to my savings for when I move out to college.
If you can't buy anything, please consider reblogging! Thank you! 💜💜💜
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