Cross-stitch On 32 Canvas Pikachu Image Edited From Pokemon Dreamworld. Used In Conjunction With Stitchfiddle.com.

kid: Monkey!! Happy New Year - you should /totally/ invite me in!

Zoro: So, the shoes?

Killer: It's really important to him that he was shorter for this

Killer: ...

Killer: Don't let him on your ship.

FirstFoot:

The first person to enter the home of a household on New Year's Day is seen as a bringer of good fortune for the coming year. Ideally, for the best of luck: a tall, dark-haired male is preferred (Blond/fair hair is unlucky and redheads are considered the worse option) They are also expected to bring gifts.

Because Kidd is a shit-starter, as a red head he /would/ make a point to try and be the first to cross the threshold of his enemies/rivals to try and foul their luck. He, of course, brings no gifts.

(Wire is the designated first-footer for the Kidd Pirates)

PS: the tartan Kidd is wearing is the Jolly Roger Tartan XD

T-T

so many people returning shit........

so i can finish the book shelf (meaning another pattern page done! 5 down, 7 to go!), and i can /probably/ finish azi’s coat now, but they where out of stock on the third colour.

guess i can try again on my way to work on thursday. until then, poor azi’s wings are just gonna have to stay unfinished for a bit now

i have now run out of a third colour for the cross stitch….

think the holiday shopping is over enough to attempt to go to the store once today has rolled around to a more reasonable hour?

A collection of Non-linear Kidd & Killer vignettes using Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list - imagining their pre-canon backstory, based on the crumbs given in the SBS.

Story ranges from them as small children all the way to the aftermath of Wano

Art included with each chapter (minus the bonus ones) First "Chapter" also includes a chronological order as well, but it may not read as smoothly.

This is a story that ranges in it's themes and ratings from chapter to chapter but is VERY MUCH AN ADULT STORY.

18+ !!!

All A03 Archive Warnings apply:

Depictions Of Violence ‡

Rape/Non-Con [not detailed] ‖

Underage [not detailed]

Character Death ‡

Plus

Children hurt/ in danger *

Teenagers hurt / in danger †

Food/Eating Issues

Poverty/homelessness

Self esteem/worth issues

ALL CHAPTERS ARE ALSO AVAILABLE ON MY TUMBLR

Prompts

Partners ¶

Back to Back * † ‡

Coat

Mask

Laugh ‡

Lipstick

Hair ‡

Care *

Loyalty †

Grief * ‡ ‖ >> soft/abridged version

Meeting ‡

Love Language

Diner † §

Punk

Modern

Highschool §

Sacrifice

Trust † ‡

Pirate King

Metal Trinkets * ‡

Battle ‡

Aftermath * ‡

Morning

Evening

Night

Cold ‡

Warm * ‖ ¶

Kimono

Date ¶ §

Tears ‖ ‡

Freeform ‡

No Art Bonus chapters

BONUS: Dialogue

BONUS: Smut § [A03 exclusive]

reblogged here since i no longer use that account

Size 16 3 1/4 x 2 inches, two strands for flag, three for border

When i made my first Hogwarts badge - the biggest problem I had, was trying to figure out how to take it from the canvas to a finished product.

With the Pride flag, the biggest thing I was doing was trying to do this. With this attempt (maybe my third, i lost track), before even starting the stitches, I drew out the pattern, and folded it over with a single stitch border around it. So when I filled in the colour, it was though both layers. When all the was left was the boarder, I ironed on heavy interfacing to the back, and then stitch the gold around the edges, though the canvas and interfacing (I dunno if there is a name for this kind of stitch?)

It ended up looking very nice and clean, but there’s still a little more of the canvas showing than I would like.

For more information on Asexuality, AVEN is a pretty good place to start. 

I’m open to questions, feel free to ask here or in notes, if you want.

6 books folded. They’ll go in the press next time I go upstairs #bookmaking #bookbinding https://www.instagram.com/p/CFTWfg4ll_F/?igshid=mnl8u9dvthvb

Came across these beautiful papers and had to buy them. I'm not completely sure they will even work for what I have in mind, but oh..... if they do

My kitty kiki approves of the new name

who came up with the ship name for KidKiller??? so boring. unoriginal. a missed opportunity to call them KiKi

28. Kimono

Kidd - 22 | Killer - 26

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Kidd injury recover from loosing his arm

Killer's not doing much better mentally

bathing again

with hair washing role reversal

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

-thank you wife for telling me kimono (きもの/着物) literally just means 'thing to wear' and helping me get unstuck with suggesting coat redux.

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

He's starting to remember more and more of each day, the haze of pain and drugs slowly lifting as his body heals. What was once just vague feelings are starting to be actual lucid moments, a few minutes at a time.

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Killer's there at his side every time he comes around; even if he can't remember, he knows it's true.

Killer's on the chair facing him today, feet propped up on the nightstand, but careful not to disturb the bottles of meds or the canteen of water. He's fiddling with something in his lap, but Kidd's not sure he has the facilities to figure out what.

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When he drifts back again, he practically begs Killer to let him up; he's exhausted, he's hurting, but he also has to pee and he would like to take a piss like an adult for once.

Halfway there, and Kidd knows they aren't going to make it if Killer walks him there - and Kidd relents and lets himself be carried if only for the fact it means he won't piss on himself in the hallway.

He'd hate all of this more if he had the energy to even make it back to bed before he's passing out again.

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He wants to eat with the crew.

He wants to see his crew.

Heat & Wire keep assuring him everyone if fine, but they're too quick to placate and refuse anything more. Killer won't even entertain his questions, and Kidd nearly cries when he finally has the awareness to notice that Killer's hair is almost completely gone, shorn just past the helmet.

He can't bring himself to ask, and Killer offers nothing back.

Kidd needs to see his crew.

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Finally Killer relents, but he has his own stipulations. The big one being Kidd needs to look presentable if he's doing this.

Kidd - who is tired of sponge baths and fever sweat sheets - allows him to be man handed into the bathroom again, this time letting Killer pamper him in the warm tub. He's too tired and heavy to appreciate it fully, but soaking in the warm water already has him feeling more like a person again, and he lets Killer scrub him down, wash his hair, tend to his still healing wounds.

Kidd see them for the first time, then. He'd been aware his left arm was gone, but it didn't sink in until he sat in the water, bandages off, healing stitched skin on display. It's not just his shoulder, but his reflection in the water, his neck and chest, his gut. His right arm bears more marks from where he tried to defend himself and if he crosses his forearm across his chest he can see the long injury drawn out across his entire body, from forehead to groin.

No wonder Killer's been so quiet. Gormaichean. He owns his partner big for this - the fright he must have caused the man.

Its a wake up call, as he watches Killer mother him in the water's reflection, combing his hair like the invalid he is. He can't even bring himself to bitch about it, instead just letting the continuous motion and the still water lull him into a doze, until the bath starts to cool and he's all prunie and wrinkled.

Then Killer's hauling him up and toweling him down, and Kidd says nothing about the zen-like focus his partner pays him, afraid to break whatever peace Killer has found in the actions. The absolute concentration Killer directs at him once he is clean and dry, and Killer starts to work the ointment into his stitches before wrapping them once again.

The stitches still pull at his left eye a bit, and it feels like Kidd is just endlessly crying. He's almost relieved when Killer wraps his face back up, the tears hidden in the gauze.

Killer gives him a moment to compose himself as he slips Kidd's legs into his pants, starts dressing him slowly and reverently. Slides his boots on for him and laces them like they're something precious.

The shirt Killer pulls out to dress him in is unfamiliar. Unlike Killer, who liked to hide behind long sleeves and higher collars, Kidd's ruined too many shirts with his devil fruit, the small sharp edges that came hand in hand with weapons and scraps tearing the sleeves to shreds after a single fight. But he doesn't have the range of motion right now to be pulling a tang top on and off. Kidd is too broad chested for it to be one of Killer's, the solid dark colour not in his partner's usual tastes either. It's short sleeved and very low necked, and it's a button up that Kidd realized was Wire's as Killer slide it up his right arm. It's a snug fit around his bicep but it's not unwelcome, and the hem stops just short of the thickest part of the wrapping on his left arm as Killer carefully works it over the healing stump.

While his face heals, Kidd's not surprised Killer doesn't offer him his googles, but at least the bandages have the side effect of covering his forehead and keeping his hair pushed back out of his eyes.

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He hadn't realized he'd drifted off again until he he wakes up to the feeling of anxiety. Not his own, but his partner's.

Killer's staring at their makeup bag on the bathroom counter - foundation in hand; It's going to rub off on the bandages all over Kidd's face. Kidd decides for him, pulling the bag closer and picking out the black eyeliner pen and his favorite shade of red eye-shadow. "You can at least fix up my good eye, yeah?"

It's the first thing either if them have spoken since entering the bath

Killer patiently paints his face back on, Kidd watching him intently, trying to get a read on him though the mask.

It's not usually this hard, but Kidd knows things have changed again.

Kidd lost.

It's been a very long time since that's happen. He'd forgotten the feeling.

He drops his jaw gently, parting his lips as Killer pulls out his favorite lipstick, Killer's thumb pressing against his chin. Kidd can see Killer's eyes this close, his attention completely on his task.

His hand is next, Killer matching the nail polish to Kidd's lipstick; Kidd realizing with a pang that it maybe a long time, if ever, before he's able to do things like this for himself now.

Its intolerable: this weakness. It is inexcusable, especially from a Captain. Kidd can not loose again. He wont stand for it and neither should his crew.

Killer inspects Kidd's appearance, seeming hyper aware of the way every hair falls, and even with out gelling it up, spends a few moments carefully arranging the drying locks.

Kidd's hates every moment of it, hates that Killer is still so shaken that he's stressing about how Kidd's hair is styled.

"You died." Heat will tell him later, just the two of them as Wire takes watch and Killer finally, FINALLY falls asleep. "And Boss Killer was more than willing to follow you. I thought he was going to turn on us when we tried to stop him."

Hates that he was too weak to protect Killer from himself.

Satisfied, Killer steps back to look him over, a Captain's Return. Kidd understands why Killer believes they need this, the crew need to see Kidd as someone strong, even if Kidd doesn't feel that himself at the moment.

But Killer has one last touch, pulling a heavy weight across Kidd's shoulders. Physically, physically, it's not too much - Kidd thought his coat destroyed and gone, but Killer appears to have salvaged the red fur lining and it's been reworked into a presentable coat once again. it's also nearly a third of the weight of the original one, and his left arm can shoulder the weight with little strain. The weight on his heart, however is crushing.

Killer carefully balances it over his shoulder's draping it back like a King's cloak.

Kidd will earn that weight back. He won't fail them again.