Hippogriff Amigurumi PatternBuckbeak the Hippogriff AmigurumiHippogriff Amigurumi Pattern4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Pattern by Bandotaku
You will need:
-F hook (main body), G hook (wings)
-Light gray yarn (head, wings, and upper body)
-Medium gray yarn (lower body and back legs)
-Dark gray yarn (front legs, beak, wing tips)
-Black yarn (hooves, tail)
-White or cream yarn OPTIONAL (for chest and upper-front-legs. It's m ore difficult to do, but it looks very pretty.)
-plastic safety eyes, approx. 12 mm. (felt or button eyes would also work)
Feel free to choose colors other than what I have directed. How about a brown hippogriff? A black one? Multi-colored?
Please make as many cute little hippogriffs as you'd like for you or your friends or sell them locally, but please do not sell them online.
The toe design I tweaked from this pattern http://sarselgurumi.blogspot.com/2011/05/toothless-amigurumi-pattern.html
The wings I borrowed from the same website, which was borrowed from a different source.
Because this is a free pattern, it has not been offici
Pocket Guide to Ba Sing SePocket Guide to Ba Sing SePocket Guide to Ba Sing Se5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
THE DEPARTMENT OF URBAN OCCUPATION, MINISTRY OF COLONIAL AFFAIRS
BA SING SE has been at war with the Fire Nation for one hundred years. During that time, she has resisted any attempt by our people to conquer her militarily. It was only by the cunning of Princess Azula and Prince Zuko that finally brought defeat to the Earth Kingdom's capital.
You and your outfit are now charged with overseeing the peaceful occupation of Ba Sing Se. It is in your hands that the Fire Lord has entrusted the safekeeping of our empire's crown jewel. While this mission is a military one, it is very different from the kind you may be used to, for your battlefield will be in the hearts and minds of the city's inhabitants.
The purpose of this guide to aid you in understanding the culture and customs of Ba Sing Se. It will only take you 15 minutes to read and will enhance your ability to perform your sworn duty to Fire Lord an
virgin culturethere's a little more to love than lustvirgin culture3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and a little more to a person than a label.
you can try to sum me up in five words or less and you'll find those words,
but you won't be able to reduce me to them.
you can't turn me into something that can be thrust,
down the grapevine
when there's something more to me than the colour of my eyes or the size of my chest.
and that's something we could all do with remembering.
but this is the culture we were born into.
where the length of your hair is more important than the sincerity of your words,
and nothing matters as much as the kardashians' latest scandal or talking some hot chick into bed.
i'm nineteen. i understand. but i'm frequently finding myself writhing in my own reassurance that i exist.
my name is melissa, i am a liberal, college-going female who doesn't remember what her own house looks like but remembers her childhood telephone number
and i'm not sure if that's ok. is it normal, am i the only one in this goddamn world wh
Sugar-sweetAfter my mother killed herself, Mizha locked herself in her room for three days. I found out later she went out through the window, bought a dime bag of pot, and smoked it in a sitting. She also marathoned Netflix's entire cache of Mythbusters.Sugar-sweet3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I tried to become the primary chef in my house, since Mom was a homemaker, but unfortunately, I can't cook anything but souffles (go figure). I was trying to cook something to coax out Mizha, but everything, from scrambled eggs to brownies, turned into a black pancake. I ate a lot of sandwiches and spaghetti that week.
And my dad turned into a character from a Lifetime movie. By which I mean he adopted a troubled black teenager, apparently thinking we would learn a valuable life lesson. Or maybe he wanted to throw money at something until he felt better.
He told me while I was constructing the most epic peanut butter, banana, and marshmallow fluff sandwich in the history of creation. He sat down at the dinner table
The way she walksShe walks with fire in her footsteps and smoke in her hair. She'll look at you with the galaxy in her eyes but she'll tear her gaze away so you won't be able to catch a glimpse of the stars because she's afraid that you'll try and take them away. She swings her hips like a supermodel and for a second you'll think she is one. But that's just how she moves.The way she walks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She walks with a bounce in her step with her head in the clouds but the corner of her lip sags with lies she's been forced to tell. The truth has many shades and her arms will agree along with the scars. Her nose will crinkle when she smiles and she'll tell herself that it's real. She walks with her hands in her pockets so you won't be able to see her hangnails and other flaws.
She's perfect in her imperfections but she has no idea.
Dystopia! Chapter 1The MaskDystopia! Chapter 18 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Of all the people that could have been lurking in the filing room after hours, it had to be Doctor Harriet Huxley.
Ed held his breath as she prowled past the closet he was hiding in. He only saw a sliver of her through the crack in the door, a slightly denser blackness passing through the dim space, but there was no mistaking her for anyone else. None of the other reformation center personnel had been wearing dark clothes that day, and he thought he caught a blur of silver hair.
The footsteps paused once she was out of sight, and he closed his eyes. Keep walking, keep walking, I may never get this chance again...
The door shut with a quiet thud. Ed waited, his eyes still closed. It wasn't until he heard the snap of a lock and her footsteps fading from earshot that he eased the closet door open.
Filing cabinets loomed in rows like blocky soldiers standing at attention. Their ranks passed out of sight beyond the slots of his rest
TEXT: The Frauline and the FeyTEXT: The Frauline and the Fey4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young fey lord lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the lord was cold, selfish, and unkind to others. The only person he showed compassion to was his younger brother, whom he loved with all his frozen heart.
But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Laughing at her foolishness in seeking respite from the snow in a winter fey's home, the lord sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she stepped forward instead and warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for truth is oft concealed. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's guise melted away to reveal a sly demon.
The lord tried to drive the demon away, but it was too late, for he had gained the threshold of the castle and thereby power over all within. For his own amusement, the demon transformed the lord into a hideous beast and place
The Price of ArtWhat determines the price of art? What is art worth? Is it really worth anything? Why should people buy art?The Price of Art4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
First of all, the major point in all of this is that the price of art is completely subjective, meaning that its value is mainly determined by the person viewing it. The second part of the value of artwork is determined by the cost of materials, and the cost of the artist's time, as well as how in demand their work is. Then there are different price scales for Fine Artists, Graphic Artists, Illustrators, Freelance Artists, Web Designers, etc. All of these factors add up to the price of artwork.
For my purposes, I will discuss Fine Art and Illustration, which is what I am most familiar with.
With fine art, the price tags can run incredibly high. This is where the price is most subjective, because something that is crap to one person is priceless in worth to another. Art speaks to all of us in different ways.
That's all well and good, you may say, but what about those huge canvase
Dear Universe,Can you tell 16 year old me that I'm 20 now and I made it out alive. She won't know what you're talking about, but at least she'll know it's possible.Dear Universe,4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amigurumi 100 Theme ChallengeThe Amigurumi 100 Theme ChallengeAmigurumi 100 Theme Challenge5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. Teddy Bear
14. Big Ears
25. Upside Down
46. Black & White
51. Sea Creature
68. Get Well Soon
ERIK'S UGLY SHIRTERIK'S UGLY SHIRT4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Taking a Chance: Erik's Ugly Shirt
At four o'clock in the morning, even Charles Xavier's mind stopped functioning properly. There he was, sitting at his work desk, trying to figure out if a kid's voice could really make him fly around a giant satellite dish or if he would be sending him falling to his death. As the mathematical equations on his paper got longer and longer, his attention span got shorter and shorter. The last thing he needed was a sudden knock on his door.
A quick psychic scan told him the unwelcome visitor was none other than Erik. Charles could have easily found out what he wanted without even letting him through the door, but at this hour of the night he simply could not be bothered. "Come in, Erik," he said with a frustrated sigh, leaning back in his rolling office chair and rubbing his weary eyes. He heard the door open behind him.
"Evening, professor or should I say morning?"
"Erik, I told you not to call me that," Charles said, rolling
Echoes of the Mind - Ch 4Echoes of the Mind - Ch 44 years ago in Drama More Like This
A/N: Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews! I cried a bit writing this one so I hope that I expressed that well for the readers of this chapter. Thanks so much for reading also - Vivenka has done some amazing Fanart which I have on my profileReader's Choice Challenge: There is a slight possibility that Charles will regain the ability to walk given the specific spinal injury he received. Now, Frankly - I'm torn. So I thought I would throw this up to the readers. I have created a poll where the readers may vote on what they think should happen to Charles. When I get to the point in the fic where that choice is made whichever option has the most votes will be the result. However, cause I'm sneaky - I am hiding the results until its revealed in the fic - cause where is the fun if you already know what's going to happen to our dear Charles.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Marvel, the Story is my own.
The Xavier Manor had never been full
never stop waitingJohn got out of his bed, put on his clothes and walked sleepy to the kitchen. He sat down, yawned and mumbled, "Morning, Sherlock..." Then he grabbed for the teapot maybe Sherlock has put again a hand or a eye in it, but he didn't care and wanted to fill his cup.never stop waiting3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Now he noticed, that the teapot was empty and he rose his head to ask Sherlock, why he didn't make tea this morning. But the chair across from him was as empty as the teapot. There was no Sherlock. There won't be a Sherlock anymore. Because Sherlock was dead.
John sighed and blinked the tears away. Since one week, every morning the same. Every morning again he believed that Sherlock wasn't dead. But he was. And John was also dead, physically. Since Sherlock died, he didn't eat anything. He rarely drank. The flat was a totally mess. John himself, his thoughts and feelings were a totally mess.
He rose from his chair and switched on the radio. Maybe music would be able to stop him from thinking about Sherlock. But t
The Doctor And The PatientMarring the perfect pale skin on Sherlock's thigh was now an angry red wound, proclaiming John's failure to save him from the bullet that was meant for him.The Doctor And The Patient4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Life-threatening it was not, but the sight of it made John's stomach turn, even when it was one of the more pretty sights in his years as an army doctor. It all came down to the fact that this was Sherlock, and despite it being only a flesh wound, it carved John's heart more than he'd thought possible.
It had been meant for him.
The guilt combined with the nausea made it hard for him to look into Sherlock's keen eyes, eyes penetrating not only John's heart, but making his hands tremble, loaded with the shame, building and coiling in John's mind like a rope tightening around his neck. It didn't help that he swore it would never happen again. He would not allow it.
Gently cleaning and dressing the wound, John dared to look up, his heart skipping a beat as Sherlock's stoic face had turned into a caring smile.
"It was my turn," he said
Slashathon: MungojerrieQuaxo"Oi!" Rumpleteazer hissed from the window. "Dog's in!"Slashathon: MungojerrieQuaxo3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The two toms inside froze for a moment to listen for the German Shepherd they'd bypassed in the garden. Mungojerrie sniffed at the door, picking up the scent of the dog on the first floor. They may have been on the third level, but there was nothing more than stairs to keep him from tearing them to shreds. At least outside they had trees and fences to scale, in here there was just a vanity table and a dresser to shelter them.
Wanting to play it safe with the young teen tagging along, Mungojerrie shovelled the last stack of exotic coins into his pillowcase. "We shou' go." Across the room, his young assistant was perched on the vanity, rummaging through a small, wooden case.
"There's so much here!" Quaxo gawked, scooping up an armful of pearls, emerald jewelry, and diamonds. Struggling with the knotted gold chains, he awkwardly began stuffing them into his own cloth bag.
Rumple shuffled at the window. Staring at the crack under the d
Erik x Charles: NowCharles Xavier waited patiently for his training session with Erik. Erik came into the small study area and glanced around. "We're training in here?" He asks spectacle.Erik x Charles: Now4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Charles nodded and gestured toward the seat across from him. Lehnsherr sighed and plopped down in the leather seat. "Remember when I looked into the brightest corner of your mind?"
Erik frowned but nodded. "I plan on doing it again."
Erik slightly smiled. To be honest, since that day all he could remember was the sound of the gunshot and seeing the crimson blossom on the wooden floor. He shivered at the memory. "Is that okay for today's lesson?"
He nodded. Xavier smiled and put his pointer and middle fingers to his temples and closed his eyes.
As he entered Erik's mind he felt the feeling of security. He felt this the last time as well. He traveled though the mind getting glimpses of other memories as well. As he came to a memory he felt appropriate for the moment and one to relax Erik.
Erik could see the memory very cl
TWA- The Wonderer ExcapesThe Wonderer lazily dragged her finger through the sand. Such a long time ago, they took over the prison . How long has it been? Ah. Nearly 200 years. To be exact, 199 years, 345 days, 17 hours, 55 minutes, and 20 seconds. Fat lot of good this information gives me.TWA- The Wonderer Excapes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There were voices in the other room, ones that did not belong to Daleks. Sighing, she stood up and brushed some dust off of her. It had been a while since she had been shown to anyone, and she was proud to be able to do so. After all, she was the last Time Lady, probably the last of her race.
"Who am I? I'm the Doctor!" a voice cried out.
In shock, the Wonderer collapsed back to the ground. She had heard of the Doctor. He was a great warrior in the Time Wars. How can he still be alive?
Then, as the information grew on her, she smiled. She wasn't alone, there was som
AngelsJump.Angels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He threw the phone behind him, stood a little higher, saying to the angels, "Look. I am about to fall." He hated when people made that mistake- he wasn't going to fall, he was going to- no, he was- jumping.
Spreading his wings for the last time, he leaned towards the ground below.
And fell forward from the sky.
John, from the ground, stood helpless. His angel, he jumped.
And his glorious wings shattered, into the dust.
A Study in Glitter Chapter IA Study in Glitter Chapter I2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter I: The Babe with the Power
The Almighty Disclaimer
Oh Moffat and Gatiss,
Henson and Doyle,
Pika-la Cynique the generous,
To you belongs all the characters
And none so for me!
A/N: This story was inspired by "The Thin White Sleuth..." by Pika-la-Cynique(http://pika-la-cynique.deviantart.com/art/The-Thin-White-Sleuth-277488920) of Girls Next Door fame.
Nine Days Earlier
Sarah Williams was not used to nightmares. She guessed long ago that it was one of the gifts the Goblin King had bestowed on her. However, ever since she was injured, nightmares chased her in every dream.
They were always changing. Some were from the war itself. The war dreams mainly consisted of people she could not save or the events that caused her to be injured. Some were of the Labyrinth where some of her friends and even the Goblin King were killed. (The Goblin King dreams happened more often than Sarah cared to admit.) The worst dreams were of her baby brother being killed in either of those places.
THAT WOULD BE NOThat Would Be NoTHAT WOULD BE NO4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is not the story of how Sherlock slayed his first snail, nor is it the story of how he found out the raven did it. No, this is the story of how Sherlock Holmes made his first friend.
Bird!Sherlock and Worm!John.
His mother'd always taught him to stay away from people. Those humans with their ugly faces and strange beaks, their funny wings that wouldn't fly no matter how hard they flapped, and yet so dangerous.
His mother'd told him not to think of them as inferior, because they were large – larger than him – and they could take him down with just one loud bang, like they had his father.
Sherlock had never known his father.
His mother said he was brave and smart, and Sherlock had his black feathers.
His brother said he was a nutter, but Sherlock certainly didn't take Mycroft's word as gospel. After all, he always took the worms mummy'd reserved for him, and Sherlock was astounded as each day he managed to hois
Stolen Kisses Ch. 2Stolen KissesStolen Kisses Ch. 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2: All That Is Beautiful
"Blow out candles Sarah!" Toby shouted from his booster seat.
Sarah smiled and did as requested, however one candle stayed lit persistently. She frowned at it before directing a puff of air in its direction. Toby clapped and Karen and her father smiled at her. "Congrats kiddo! How's it feel to be eighteen?" her father asked wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Not much different than seventeen truth be told," Sarah smiled back.
He laughed, "Yeah, they all start to feel like that the older you get."
Karen cut the cake and Sarah dished out large scoops of ice cream to accompany the slices of sugar-frosted goodness. After cake and ice cream, Sarah was led into the living room where there were three presents for her to open, one from Toby, one from her father and Karen, and an unmarked one. Sarah sat in the recliner while Toby hovered over the presents, anxious for her
The Institute 17The next morning, Sonic was silent at breakfast. Silver and Manic understood why and left him alone, watching with sad expressions on their faces. On the Semes' side of the room, Shadow was strangely subdued.The Institute 172 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Hey, Shadow, you okay?" Knuckles asked in a low voice.
"Fine, now leave me alone," Shadow snapped, although Knuckles didn't flinch at Shadow's harsh tone.
"All right." The echidna sighed.
Breakfast ended and the Carriers and the Semes started their usual trek to their first lesson. Manic and Silver hung back with Sonic who was finishing up his breakfast. He was slower than usual because of Dark; the six month old was starting to eat food in addition to the breast milk Sonic provided. Once the two of them had finished, Manic took care of the tray while Sonic got up.
"So I guess we've gotta say goodbye to Dark, huh?" Manic asked softly, returning to where they were.
"I guess so." Sonic nodded sadly.
"…Can I hold him?" Manic asked.
Manic held out his arms and Sonic pu
I'm the mad hatterYou say black I say whiteI'm the mad hatter5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He smirked walking down the streets flipping a coin over and over to the pace of his feet.
You turn left I go right
He tipped his hat to all the girls still smiling; the girls rolled their eyes and kept walking.
"New kids." They muttered annoyed.
You get high, I get low
The class had already started but he really didn't mind, he just walked in catching the coin and slipping it into his pocket.
"Ummm, who exactly are you mister.....?" The teacher asked a little confused.
"Hatter, Oh I'm sorry did I interrupt?" He smiled putting a piece of paper on the teachers desk and sitting beside a young girl with long brown hair.
"Hatter? Is this a joke?" The teacher asked glaring at the boy.
"No ma'am, not at all." He said tipping his hat down to cover his eyes and leaning back in his chair. The girl looked at him and rolled her eyes looking back at her book. Hatter noticed that the book had the name Alice on the inside cover.
You live fast, I stay