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balkanradfem · 11 months

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So, you've all probably seen my tablecloth, it's orange and old-timey and looks very homesteady and I like it a lot, I got it from a roommate who was throwing stuff out and immediately liked the vibe of it.

(My old tablecloth 2 years ago when it was still somewhat clean, with my foraged stuff and rose water on it.)

However, that thing has been sitting on my table for 3 years now, and I'm bored with it and I want a green tablecloth. I've been vaguely considering getting one at a second-hand shop, but now with the change of currency to euro, they've increased all their prices, so I've decided against it.

Instead, I'm going to make a patchwork tablecloth.

I've rumbled thru my stash of 'clothes that is to be used for sewing material' and dragged out all of the green fabrics that weren't stretchy or transparent, I also decided to add in a bit of red for contrast, and white because I'm suspecting that I don't have enough green to make a purely green one. Then I sampled all of the colors and made a design in Excel (because I've seen that one post saying excel is good for pattern making; it is!):

I've spent the first day of making it mostly just cutting out the rectangles and figuring out how much of each do I have, and how big I can make it. I decided I hate cutting fabric and this was the most boring part of the process. I also proved not to be very handy with scissors, I've accidentally cut thru a rectangle while cutting out another one. I thought it was funny, then I quickly mended the damaged one, and added a little yellow circle and did something embroidery-like, that made it a special rectangle:

It even got a prominent spot in the tablecloth!

Here's how it looked when I was done cutting and arranging the bits:

Sewing the rectangles to each other was way more exciting! I was doing it by hand because I do not own a sewing machine and I'm not particularly interested in getting one, I've became pretty fast with hand sewing, and was able to put it all together within like, afternoon and a half. Here's some of the process:

I've also realized in the process, that my table is not a square, and that it was unclear why I made the design square, so I changed it into a rectangle while sewing it together:

And you can see the end of my sewing process – it's complete!

So I knew if I made it this way, the patches would make the fabric bulk up at the edges, I've seen in tutorials that people can make patchwork smooth only if they're sewing it on another piece of cloth, but. I figured I would borrow an iron and iron down all of the seams on the other side, so they would lie flat against the cloth.

However, as soon as I've started on that mission, I realized, that ironing seams is actual hell on earth that nobody should go thru for any kind of reason, it was taking me full 5 minutes to straighten just one seam because it kept falling out of place and wrinkling, and that's when I threw the entire idea into the garbage and just ironed the tablecloth on the right side and called it a day.

And it's so pretty! I love it on the table! See without ironing vs clumsily ironed:

Oh and I am NOT hemming this thing. Unless I'm like, really bored one day and don't have any food to forage or process. Which is unlikely. That's for the people with the sewing machine. I'm okay with the messy edges.

I think it's super pretty though! It reminds me of abstract art for some reason, I think I accidentally used a lot of colors that were used in that style, but that's fine. It would be prettier if it had more green but I'm already cheered up every time I enter the kitchen and see that my table is 70% green! It's also completely clean and crisp and it feels incredibly fancy after having a stained one that could no longer be washed.

#patchwork tablecloth #sewing #diy #making stuff at home #reusing old clothing #that used to be 5 shirts and a dress #they were all uncomfortable and unpractical but the materials were fine #so now they're useful hehehehhee

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axolot-of-ideas · 3 years

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So! after 4 days of sleep deprieved editing and writing. and a computer crash! CONTENT. and if you see grammar errors, no you do not <3

block lore goes brrrrr

Bad flicked through the open tabs on his communicator, lost in thought. They've had an shortage on iron for a while and he decided to try and streamline their iron production for a bit. He had bits and pieces of what he needed and enough practice with admin magic to bridge the gap of what he needed. He ran over all the materials mentally again before a hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Hey Bad- I'm heading off-world now."

"Hmm- Oh yeah-," Bad mumbled trying to acknowledge the sheep hybrid as best he could, "Umm- is Drake heading with you?"

"Bad... Drake left yesterday-" Whisper said softly, "Are you sure you'll be okay? and when did you sleep last?-" Concern was intertwined in every word out of their lips.

"I'll be fine, Wisp- Go say hi to your friends. I can handle myself. And I'll rest after this." Bad said gesturing to the materials on the table in front of him, "I'll be fine, i promise." Sleepless lies dripped off his slurring words.

"Mkay-" Whisper said doubtfully believing him. In a flash of magic, they were gone.

<Whispered_Sleep left the world>

Bad sighed, as the tiredness hit him. When had he last slept? When was the last time he relaxed and let his body reset that wasn't a respawn?

He couldn't stop now. He couldn't be a burden. He had to be productive and contribute. Or Whisper and Drake might just leave and not find a reason to come back....

Shaking the thoughts from his head he mined down through their mineshaft until his pickaxe struck bedrock. He muttered something in a language he barely remembered as he hit the unbreakable rock.

He watched entranced with the miners as they lead him down the long underground tunnels. He just turned 16, old enough to contribute to the village, so the workers have taken to showing him around their jobs. He's taken a kin to most of the jobs but building and mining have always interested him the most. With a knack to technology and magic to boot, he landed himself a jack of all trades job. He mostly wandered about the sites and helping out where needed. He loved it. He could contribute to and help the place he lived now. He wasn't a burden anymore, he was a helper. He was Of Good Idelas, helper of his town and part of the village.

Bad collected the ashes from the bedrock, It pulsed with something different then normal.

Grains of Infinity, his communicator called it.

Gathering the rest of the materials was easy enough. Crafting each part and tugging against the world’s magic with his own admin magic he felt each part meld to each other.

It ached against his tired form, it twisted through unpracticed shaking hands. Steeling himself harder against the brunt of the new magic. It sparked uncomfortably, it was unlike the ones he was familiar with.

He felt a surge shoot through his body before he was blown back from the crafting table.

Bad coughed as he rolled from the bed he laid in. Ignoring the aches of the respawn and his dazed head, he raced back to where he was working.

A small crater where he once stood, a grave just as close. He picked up the finished generator at the seared crafting table, wincing at the hot newly formed metal.

The final piece of the machine he was building- He plopped it next to the sag mill and alloy smelter and slowly started connecting the power to them. Choosing to finish his job before getting his things from his grave.

He ignored the smell of burnt flesh and magic permeating the room. He ignored the thoughts swarming in his head. His memories were always harsh after he died.

The young man shot awake from his floor ridden cot to the sounds of shouts. He was a soldier now. Forced to the main kingdom for a war he never agreed to. Scrambling for his uniform he tried to ignore the memories of his village pushing him into the carriage just weeks before. He was a burden to them, not helping enough anymore. They abandoned him to the rich wolves looking for fresh blood to force to war. He was never good at fighting yet here he stood a sword getting shoved into his hands.

“-ot Of Idelas!” he heard his name be called from the general, shaking him from his thoughts. He wasn’t part of his village anymore, He wasn’t a 16 year old jack of all trades the townspeople all took a liking to anymore. He was an 18 year old solider fed into battle for being useless. The people part of the castle cared not for you. They cared for the swords you could swing, the hits you could take. And the blood you could shed.

He was just a townsperson Of Idelas. Another face in a war and he was abandoned for not being enough.

Bad groaned as he struggled to rewire the system again. He swore that the answer was right infront of him. But between the respawn and his shaking hands, he couldn’t manage to do it.

Raking his hand through his already messy hair, Bad stood up from his spot in front of the machines and generators. Glancing towards the window, he glared at the sun streaking towards the floor; A reminder of the time he never noticed passed. Turning towards the mess he created earlier, he jumped into the small crater and looked towards his grave.

Eyes wide and frozen to the spot, memories slammed into him like waves. His breath caught in against the silent sobs in his throat. His heartbeat grew heavier and harder in his chest, an all too real reminder of his time left.

Bad crumpled to floor.

His eyes shot open as he took his first breath in months. He awoke in a small crater, a creeper explosion if the plant remains were anything to go by. He shakily pushed himself up, trying to grasp onto the remains of his dream.

He was dead. He was supposed to be dead. He knew that, through all the haze in his head, He knew for a fact he was supposed to be dead.

Looking at the small destroyed grave stone, he glanced at his name.

“-f Bad Id-”

His name was Bad, and he was supposed to be dead.

He walked towards an abandoned house as he gripped what remained of him.

A destroyed mask, the small purple flower that laid in front of his grave and a decaying body.

Bad awoke to a small crater and a gravestone. Shakily pushing himself up, he gathered his items and began to fill in the hole. Lost in thought, Bad tried not to focus on the force of life weighing on him.

He raced through his still panicking thoughts.

His name is Bad.

He was alive.

He was in a magical world.

He had two people on this world. Drake and Wisp.

He loved them

His name was Bad.

He came from a world of stone with Drake and Wisp.

He knew magic, technology, and how to survive.

He was working on producing more iron.

His name is Bad.

He was at home.

He was alive.

He was breathing.

He is alive.

He is breathing.

He just respawned.

His name is Bad.

He couldn’t remember his past or why he named himself.

Maybe it’s because that’s all he remembers from his life.

Maybe because that’s what he found written on his gravestone.

Maybe it’s because he only views himself as that.

Or maybe it’s because he learned what being called Bad meant in the language he once spoke, and thats all he thought of himself as.

His name was Bad and he was dead.

He is dying again.

His name was Bad

And He is Dead.

His connection to this world was fading

His name was Bad.

And soon he would have to leave the people he loved.

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flamingfandomtrashcentral · 6 years

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hi!!!! can i request hcs for mtmte rodimus, cyclonus, rung, whirl and drift w a human s/o? one day the bot sits w their s/o while they're doing their make up and the bot is amazed!! so they bring out their holoform and try to mimick what s/o is doing but it's going rather bad (rodimus would probably look like the antichrist by the time he's done) so they ask s/o to do their make up? thanks!!

I’m still kinda new to makeup myself, so I apologize if I’m not all that accurate. Also, I was not sure how to handle the pronouns for this so I’m just using the ones they use as robots to avoid confusion.

Rodimus

- He had bust into your habsuite while you were doing your makeup, complaining about some work Ultra Magnus had assigned him (not that he was doing it). For a second he’s confused about what you’re doing, but you explain and tell him to keep talking, you don’t mind. He talks for a while, but keeps getting distracted by what you’re doing, it looks so interesting! You catch him staring and ask if he’d like to give it a try. Before you know it he’s by your side and trying to apply eyeshadow with a foundation blush. You decide not to correct him yet from a combination of curiosity and not wanting to hurt his feelings, but when he squirts a ton of BB cream onto his face like it’s lotion you decide to intervene.

- At first you just try to give him some tips, but after you use a few too many terms he’s not familiar with he asks you to do it. Based on how 80s his avatar is, you go with an 80s inspire look. That is to say: very over the top. He doesn’t hold still worth a shit and is constantly asking if you’re done yet, but it’s just because he’s excited. Eyeliner makes him a little anxious, and after jerking back for the fifth time you ditch it altogether. You give him one hell of a smoky eye, though. You finish up and finally let him look into a mirror. He squeals with joy when he sees what you’ve done, and proceeds to absolutely cover your face in kisses, forgetting that lipstick leaves a mark. Needless to say, he adores it and wants it to be a permanent addition to his avatar.

Cyclonus

- When you woke up that morning, Cyclonus was still in recharge. To pass the time, you start applying makeup. By the time he comes to you’re practically done and adding some finishing touches to your lips. He’d never seen you doing it before an is intrigued, he mentions that he wishes he could’ve seen more of the process. You tell him that you’re done, and if he’d like, he could give it a try. Maybe it’s because he’s still half asleep, but he chooses to indulge you just this once. After a few minutes of sorting through and looking at all your makeup, he opts out of doing it for himself. You have clearly spent a lot of time learning how to do it right, so it would only be a waste a time and materials for him to do it.

- Since his avatar already has on makeup, you set to work trying to remove it first. After rubbing at his face for longer than usual, you come to the realization that it is a part of his face. Guess you’ll just have to go heavy on the concealer. Thankfully, he holds very still through the whole process, only occasionally asking what the purpose of something is. His avatar’s makeup is already good, so you try to find something different to spice things up a little. You decide on a more natural look, to highlight his own facial features. Nothing too bright, stuff that matched his skin tone, and some nude lipstick (heavily applied to cover up the purple). You hand him the mirror, hesitantly asking what he thinks. He stares at his reflection for a while with a contemplative look on his face, but in the end he smiles and tells you it looks beautiful. Also wants it as a permanent addition to his avatar.

Rung

- This was all your idea after seeing his avatar for the first time. Next time you two had the time, you asked if he would like to give makeup a try. Not seeing any real reason to object, he agrees and sits down with you to have a go at it. He watches you closely to get a feel for it, but since makeup is something that really requires practice, it’s not long before he’s asking if you wouldn’t find doing it for him. He watches while you finish up your own, asking questions here, complimenting your technique there. He says he’s grateful to have such a talented artist doing his makeup, and he’s sure he’ll love whatever you do.

- You take off his goggles and pin his hair back to get it out of the way. He’s already stunning so you feel like there’s almost no point to adding makeup, but you started this so might as well finish it. You know for sure that you’ve gotta do something with his eyes, really show them off. Nothing too over the top though, you want to keep it subtle. Professional. Like him. He finds the eyeliner a little uncomfortable, why would someone want something pointy that close to your eyes? Eyeshadow and mascara are fine by him though, much more comfortable. For the most part he’s very quiet through the process, sometimes asking if he’s still enough or needs to move his head to make it easier for you. When you’re finished and let him look in the mirror, he’s speechless. He especially loves what you did with the candlelit eyes and classic red lipstick combination. He will want to make this a regular thing.

Whirl

- He just busts into your habsuite whenever he damn well feels like it, and today was no exception. You’re in the middle of contouring, so he asks what in the frag is all over your face. You start to explain what it is and what it does, but you’re not even half way done when he cuts you off. That stuff sounds complicated, but he’s in! He starts to reach for one of your brushes with his claws, but you remind him that this would be easier if he used his avatar. After heaving the most dramatic sigh of a lifetime, he agrees and now there is an over eager child next to you who has no idea what he’s doing with any of this. He’s bad with brushes, so he just uses his fingers instead. He treats it more like warpaint, and even then it’s poorly done.

- You kindly interrupt his antics and offer to show him how it’s done since he’s a beginner. He goes quiet and stares for a few seconds. Then, this eerie grin starts spreading across his face, you should have started running then. He tells you that he thinks your technique could use some work and tackles you to the ground and smears glittery eyeshadow all over your face, cackling all the while. When he considers your makeup properly done (ie beyond repair), he gets off and smugly tells you that’s the new look. All the rage back on Cybertron, you should be thanking him. Paying him even! On the off chance you can get him to settle down and hold still long enough, loud and glittery makeup would be his thing. Anything that screams ‘I’m here! Look at me right now!’

Drift

- You two were having a quiet day in and you thought that it would be a great opportunity to practice some new techniques. At first Drift settles for just watching you, he always does this when he gets a chance. Makeup is such a fascinating human thing, and he loves all the ways you can apply it! You can always expect him to ask a slew of questions about any cultural significance your makeup has, so I hope you studied up. At least he makes up for it by giving unconditional support and all kinds of compliments. Honestly, you have a feeling he would tell you it looks great no matter how bad it looks. Oh well, you’re not complaining. Today though, you drag him into it by saying that if he likes it so much he should come over and give it a go.

- He’s hesitant, but thinks that he should experience it. What better way to really learn about the culture than by doing it. He does honestly try to do it on his own, and while it’s not bad, it’s not great either. He’s unpracticed is all. Requires your guidance. He wipes what he’s done off and asks if you wouldn’t mind doing it for him, you know best after all. You settle for a mostly natural look with some blue eyeshadow to make it pop. He keeps still and only talks a little bit here and there. You finish up pretty quickly and spin him around to let him look in the mirror. He grins and quickly brings you in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek (he forgot about the lip gloss oops). He absolutely adores the look you gave him and wants to do this again, any excuse to spend more time with you! Maybe someday he will get to do your makeup.

#rodimus #cyclonus #rung #whirl #drift #mtmte #transformers #imagines #i have never done more research for a request before #i do not know makeup terminology

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