So. Many. Chocobos. And all shiny.
Likes: summer days, the smell of the forest, digging for the sake of digging
Dislikes: getting bathed after digging, when the seasons turn cold
My camera will never capture that particular shade of dark green just right. Ah well. Ivy's pretty easy-going.
Likes: crisp mornings, fresh snow, celebrations
Dislikes: "scrooges", people shaking presents
My camera will never capture that particular shade of dark green just right. Ah well. Green, red, holly!
Likes: marshmallows, plush things, big soft patches of grass
Dislikes: loud noises, the term "wingdings"
Well, I don't know... he just looks like a Harvey.
Gavin is the younger, and freely willing to indulge in it. Oh, he'll mind what he's told... he just likes to push the limits and respond with that big-eyed adorable look. Works every time.
Guinevere is definitely the "kindly mother-type". She tends to act that way with all ages of chocobos and handlers alike--meaning that if you mess with any of them, you will be in very deep trouble.
Galina (left) is a quiet, unassuming little ray of sunshine... until the handlers turn their backs. Now, I'm not saying she's a trouble maker, but I am saying... be careful when you turn your back. If you have any candy on you at all, it may go missing.
Izzy (left) is... simply... Izzy. She's a very unique personality, to say the least; a little spastic, a little manic... but she's full of a lot of love. And may also respond extremely favorably to sugar.
It's Francisco, the giant rainbow chocobo! He's a bit of a show-off, I must say--but he's a sweetheart and would take any poor chick under his wing if they ever needed his help. He's extra soft and an astounding 14 inches to the top of his crest. Crocheted, like the others--with larger plush yarn and a lot more stuffing. I'm currently of the belief that there is a conspiracy theory centered around why his left side refuses to photograph at all well, but I'm sure his fabulousness comes through regardless.
I will not go into the complications I ran into while trying to make a giant crocheted chocobo, but I will say that it's been a learning experience. And very worthwhile.
This is Francine. Her friends call her Franz. No, I'm not sure why, but I assume there must be an explanation. She likes tea and crumpets, and yet lacks the thumbs with which to make them. Good thing her handler shares.
The name's Eyuss. His handler calls him Yussie. The locals call him... a lot of things I can't repeat here. It's not that he's mean, and he's certainly not one to nip at fingers, but he is a bit... er... flashy. A lot flashy. Yussie is a serious show-off. So of course he's perfect in his profession as a parade bird. Chest puffed up, feathers out, crest up and decked out in his parade gear, Eyuss knows how to work it. And will show you. At. Every. Opportunity. But not so deep down, he is a sweetheart and fiercely loyal.
So this would be a rather wild attempt at another style of crocheted chocobo. I don't necessarily have plans to make a line of these in particular, preferring to wander back to Onyx's style... but I wouldn't refuse someone who wanted me to make more. After all, this guy turned out wonderfully. Body composed of yarn and polyfill, feet are wire base wrapped with yarn so he is a bit poseable if care is taken. The bottom of his feet are coated in a thin layer of hot glue which acts as a no-skid surface so he actually, you know, remains standing.