#and I have so many pins and markers and things I want to go see

[chonideno]

literally where can the zelda franchise go after totk. this is it. we've reached it. the pinnacle of video game entertainment. the whole dev team should just pack their stuff and enjoy a long and comfortable retirement. whoever decides their team has to follow-up on that with the next zelda game should answer for their crimes at the hague. what the fuck. I haven't even beat the game yet but what the fuck.

and how are AAA video game devs everywhere not losing their minds. how the hell did nintendo do any of that? and on that console?? you mean to tell me I can stack 15 differently shaped objects on top of each other and they don't vibrate violently into the skybox?? you mean to tell me the physics engine gladly accepts whatever I throw at it and holds it all together without dropping a frame while running on a machine that was outclassed two generations ago??? this is not witchcraft it's a grandiose demonstration of mastery over every aspect of game development that casts an immense shadow over every other AAA studio. fuck. fuck!!!!

everything about this game is crazy to me. the visuals are crazy. the soudtrack is crazy. the complexity of all systems and how they interact is crazy. the sheer amount of non-repeating content, NPCs, quests, dialogue, puzzles, environment variety - all crazy to me. every time I boot up this game I am humbled by the monumental effort and obvious love that went into every facet of the resulting experience. no cut corners anywhere. mirror-perfect chrome polish.

it's so rare we get something like that, in any field. I'd understand if nintendo never made a zelda game ever again because how do you follow that. god I hope everyone who worked on this game got the fattest check and the sloppiest head. I'm so happy I get to live in shigeru miyamoto's world

#totk #shut up mag #jesus fucking christ!!!! what the hell!!!! #I'll admit I was a doubter at times #with how long it took to me and with how little we saw of it #I was afraid I wasn't going to be awed #but I was wrong and I'm so happy I was #now I have to go hunt for game dev podcasts so I can listen to people in the industry #being bewildered and shocked and going ''how did they do it'' #i'm not even done with the game at all I've done 3 out of 4 regions #and I have so many pins and markers and things I want to go see #god I'm going to spend 600 hours in this game aren't I

[pinkanonwrites]

May i request some sleeping on them hcs for the first years? Thank you ❤️

Sure thing! Housewardens Version of this is here, and Vice-Housewardens version is here!

GN!Reader, They/Them Pronouns

This boy is so incredibly smug, he's just got the most proud, devious little smile on his face as soon as you doze off against his shoulder. The ol' Trappola charm must really be working for him to actually get you to trust him enough to fall asleep next to him and not expect to be drawn on in marker or poked and prodded in your sleep.

Jokes aside though, deep down Ace actually is really happy that you trust him that much. He knows he can be a bit of a troublemaker and an instigator, but knowing that you still feel comfortable enough to use him as a human pillow makes him feel really soft and fluffy inside. He'll make a genuine effort not to disturb your rest.

He's probably gonna fall asleep on you in return. After trying to sit still for so long, it's basically inevitable that he'll get drowsy as well. He turns his head in his sleep to unconsciously tuck his face into the top of your head, nuzzling gently back and forth as you greet him in his dreams.

Deuce is also incredibly happy and relieved that you trust him so much, though he's a lot more tense when you manage to fall asleep on him. He can barely believe that you feel so comfortable with him, and the last thing he wants to do is jeopardize that trust by accidentally waking you up with his nervous fidgeting.

He does everything in his power (without moving or speaking too loudly) to keep other people from accidentally waking you up as well. If you're out in like, the Heartslabyul common area, he shoots that delinquent glare at anyone who comes into the room making too much noise, even his own upperclassmen. Nothing's going to wake you up as long as he has anything to say about it.

From that point onwards, Deuce makes a concerted effort to be the one sitting next to you at any events and outings. Not that he didn't prefer to sit next to you already, but now that he knows how likely you are to doze off on his shoulder he's even more pushy about being the one seated next to you. He picks a lot of small arguments with Ace and Grim over it, flexing his boyfriend rights even though the use of the very word causes him to blush.

Before he's even consciously processed what's going on, Jack has instinctively slung a protective arm over your shoulders to keep you from sliding off of his in your sleep. It takes a second after that for him to actually process what's going on, but once he does his face flushes hot and embarrassed, ears flattening against his head as he glances around to see how many people have noticed your current position. Regardless, he doesn't remove his arm.

Once he's sure no one is paying too close of attention to the two of you, he'll subtly turn his head to rest his nose on the crown of your own, silently taking in your familiar scent. It makes him feel dozy and comfortable as well, like laying out in a warm sunbeam on fresh, green grass. If he let his guard down even a little bit more, he'd probably join you in dreamland.

Pinned between his back and his seat, Jack's tail can't help but keep wagging away with what little space it has to move. If it were all that visible to anyone else he may make an effort to stop it, but since it's so hidden he doesn't really see the point. He hides most of his emotions already, but the ones he feels for you aren't ones that he feels ashamed of.

He's sitting still and pretty on the outside, but on the inside Epel has gongs and fireworks blasting in his mind, a cacophony of celebration and cheers. I mean, letting his partner sleep on his shoulder is super manly, isn't it? And if you feel comfortable enough with him to do that, than surely you think the same!

He's doing his absolute best to tamp down all his excited, jittery energy though. If he gets too hyped up he might risk jostling you awake, and that is the absolute last thing that he wants to risk doing. Epel is giving everything he's got to keep still and poised, but the big, wobbly grin on his face is such a giveaway for his true emotions.

This specific incident burrows deep into Epel's mind and never lets go, so much so that whenever he sees you looking the slightest bit tired from this point on, he invites you to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yer tired, right? Rest for a lil. I gotcha." Those fireworks and cheers in his head return without fail every time you decide to take him up on that offer.

Despite all odds, you've somehow managed to fall asleep on Sebek Zigvolt's shoulder. Congratulations! You've also somehow managed to catch him so thoroughly off-guard that for a few seconds he becomes genuinely speechless. You're... You're sleeping? On him? Did he bore you or something? How rude!

I won't lie to you, the first time you fall asleep on Sebek he quickly jostles you awake, asking if he was boring you so much with his words that you were able to fall asleep of all things. Once you clarify that you fell asleep on him because you felt safe and comfortable he flushes bright pink, turning to hide his expression while he barks, flustered, that he supposes sleeping on him under those conditions would be "acceptable".

Anyone walking past the two of you would see Sebek sitting like a statue, face gradually getting redder and his brow furrowed in intense concentration as you slumber blissfully unaware upon his broad shoulder. He's really not used to such open physical affection, so he isn't really sure how to channel or vocalize it. But if he makes you feel safe enough to fall asleep, he'll give it everything he's got to not wake you up a second time.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #disney twst #twst imagines #twst x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #ace x reader #deuce x reader #jack x reader #epel x reader #sebek x reader #twst fluff #first years #my writing #anon

[randomlygeneratedusername2]

No one asked, but here's a vest tour! I've added a bunch since I last talked about it here, so here's the update!

Here's the full front and back

Most of this I made myself. The patches were mostly made by hand embroidery (anything machine done was probably given to me as a gift), with the exception of a couple that were just markers on white fabric.

Under the decorative patches is also a layer of random fabric patches, mostly from leftover projects scrap fabric, or old clothes I didn't know what to do with.

There's also some random paint splashes in green and red, and a ton of pop tabs and safety pins thrown around in empty spaces.

The pins I made were made from painted bottle caps, and held on with a pop tab and safety pin combo, with the edges of the bottle cap bent to hold it in place

The vest itself I got from a family member's friend, and said family member didn't want it. So she gave it to me to put patches on. I used it as a formal jacket for a year, but I didn't like how the sleeves felt, so I cut them off and ended up putting patches on it anyway. I've been working on this vest since last January, but many of the patches and stuff were transferred from my old jacket that I have other plans for, but that's for a different post.

Inside, plus the snack pouch

so much white embroidery floss, I'm surprised I'm still able to scrape up some in my embroidery floss drawer

Front top left (from the perspective of someone looking at me)

Gay frog pin is the only pin I own I paid for, I found all the rest for free from various events and also the library likes giving people free pins

Front top right

Got the Vulpix pin from some random lady at the empanada restaurant because she liked my nerdy jacket. A few months ago I reconnected with an old friend, who recognized the art style. So that's kinda neat

Front bottom left

I used to have the heart/brain patch sewn on an older jacket (that is no longer with us). I am never attempting to stick a needle through that thing again. Easily my most painful patch I own. Also a little keychain ring so I can clip stuff to my vest

Front bottom right

The worm's name is wormy, named by my friend who loves him. Wormy has been through a lot, and before finding a safe home on my vest, rotated between being a room decoration and a cat toy

The hotelier patch (the house on the pocket) is probably my favorite music based patch I've made. I spent way too much time on it, but I think it turned out nice in the end!

Back top

the trans flag section in the center is my favorite part. The peace was never an option patch is usually peoples favorite, and I get compliments on it regularly. It's hard to see, but the patch at the bottom left of the flag is the chemical formula for testosterone

Back bottom left

The QR code is a Rick roll, and also fully functional. When I made it, a picture of it was floating around between my friends between various group chats. I had one friend who tried to go to lengths to avoid getting tricked, until one of his friends sent him the picture, and he actually scanned it before realizing it's the QR code on my back. He was (jokingly) upset at me the next day. I want to make another qr code to a song I like more, but that one took longer than most my other patches do, so I'm not sure it's worth it.

Back bottom right

The Kos-mos patch (blue haired girl on left) is my favorite non music patch on here. It just feels like one of my most well made patches. Not much to say here, I just like the patch a lot

So yeah, that's my vest. No clue how many patches are actually on this, or how many hours I've put into this thing already, but it's probably a high number whatever it is.

If this gets at least 0.5 notes Ill talk about my other patch stuff, of which I've got a lot of.

#patches #battle jacket #embroidery #clothes #pins #diy #art #punk #emo

[elizaditton]

Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 15)

Cover / Master Post / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

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I move my character through the virtual landscape of Flower Forest, interacting with the townsfolk and continuing toward my goal of beautifying the town. This is of course on top of my other goals, like paying off my mortgage to the village's local snooty businessman Mr. Buck, and running my own little flower shop. I'm glad I have free time this weekend to play on my FlexPad, but shouldn't I be doing something a little more productive?

As I lay on my bed, immersed in the wonders of virtual gardening, an open box in the corner of my room catches my eye. It's the only box I haven't completely sorted through from the move, since it's full of things I don't exactly have a place for yet. I heave a sigh. I should at least try to get settled in before the end of Carmen.

I stand up with a stretch, setting down my FlexPad and walking towards the box. I peer inside to see a mess of contents ranging from junk drawer material to family keepsakes. I pull out a long, heavy metal object and examine it. It's a silver bowling trophy I won some time in stage 3. I got second place in an all-girls competition with a score of 116. Not that impressive, but a fun memory. Plus it's probably the only trophy I've ever won. I look around the room for a place to put it and decide the shelf beside my bed will do. I place the silver bowling pin beside a picture of Dad and me.

Returning to the box, I reach in and pull out a small, smooth object. It's a rock with a silly face drawn on in marker. 'Rocky' was his name, I believe. When I was little and wanted a pet, Dad made this thing for me to take care of since pets aren't allowed in the undercity. I was supposed to 'feed' it every day, 'play' with it, and do all the things you're supposed to do to care for an animal. Shockingly, playing with a rock turned out to be a bore, so I stopped taking care of Rocky. I have no use for this thing, but since Dad made it, I can't bring myself to throw it away. Especially not with that goofy expression it's making. Into my desk drawer it goes, I guess.

I continue going through the box like this, pulling out knick-knacks and heirlooms alike, finding places in my room for some things, and throwing out others until I've nearly reached the bottom of the box. One of the few items remaining is a cream-colored journal with blue morning glories adorning its glossy cover. It's bursting at the seams with papers and paper clippings, and is held together by a burgundy ribbon. I sigh. I remember when Dad first showed me this thing.

It was a few days before the move, and we were trying to get rid of as many things as possible so we wouldn't have to move so much. That proved a bit difficult, however, seeing as my dad had lived in that apartment in Maedri since before I was even born. Needless to say, he had a lot of stuff. The day came when we managed to clear out most of his unwanted and unneeded things, and all that remained was an unassuming box in the back of his closet with no label. It was a decent-sized box, but not too heavy. It wasn't closed all the way, and the top was covered in dust. I had asked about the box in the past, but Dad seemed to want to avoid it for whatever reason. That day, I would find out why.

Dad set the box down on the floor and sat down beside me with a sigh. He eyed the box for a moment before flipping open the cover and sending dust everywhere, which resulted in the two of us suffering through a coughing fit. Once we recovered, Dad reached into the box and pulled out a long, blue article of clothing, explaining that it was my mom's favorite cardigan. To my surprise, I still have a few vague memories of her wearing it.

Dad pulled out a few other things, all belonging to my mom. There was a scarf, some old art supplies, a poetry book, an indoor planter I decided I would keep, a few novels, and a flute to name a few. But what really caught my attention was a journal with flowers on it. I've always loved nature, and I know my mom did too, so I wondered what was inside. Upon retrieving the journal from the box, Dad looked it over for a moment. He had a smile on his face, but I could see him getting misty-eyed.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the book.

"This was your mom's art journal," Dad said. "This book contains nearly every drawing she made since before we were even together."

Dad flipped through the journal. Mom had doodled little flowers on napkins, and drawn elaborate portraits on scrap paper.

Dad handed me the journal. "I think your Mom would want you to have this," he said.

I took the book and turned the pages in awe. One page in particular was a watercolor piece, depicting a girl I could only assume was my mom with some enormous bluebells dangling above her. She looked up at them with wonder filling her eyes. I looked at the painting with the same wonder. How did she learn to draw flowers with such detail?

I turned a few more pages and was shocked at what I saw next. My mother painted herself, again in watercolor, dancing in the palm of a perthean's hand! One masculine hand held the twirling figure, while another held her hand from above, as if they were dancing together. I slammed the book shut.

I haven't opened the journal since then, although now I'm a bit curious as to what else is inside. I guess I'll leave it on my desk.

That leaves the planter. It's still a bit dusty, but it's nothing a damp cloth can't fix. I gaze at the planter's plug, its cord yellowed and worn with age. Could this thing really still work? I guess there's only one way to find out. I set the planter on my desk, and after a moment's hesitation, fit the plug into an outlet on the wall. There's a spark, which causes me to flinch back and let out a yelp, but to my surprise the light on the planter somehow manages to flicker to life when I press the power button.

I turn my eyes to a shopping tote beside my desk. My hand feels around the inside of the canvas bag until it finds and pulls out a small white envelope with a picture of my mom's favorite flower on it. I give the packet a gentle shake and listen as tiny pansy seeds rattle around inside. Sounds like there's more than enough to fill the planter. I feel around the inside of the tote again, absentmindedly nudging a receipt out of the way, and find a sturdy bag at the bottom. I lift the bag, which is rather heavy for its size, out of the tote and set it down on my desk with a small thud. I've never worked with soil before, and the only gardening I've ever done has been virtual. Since the planter is old, it doesn't have instructions with it anymore, but I'm sure I can figure out what to do. How hard can it be to fill pods with dirt, bury seeds, water them, and turn a light on? And after all, my mom definitely had a green thumb, so hopefully I inherited some gardening skills from her.

Upon tearing open the bag, the earthy scent of potting soil invades my nostrils. It has a note of sweetness to it, which I find strange. I'm reminded of the smell of moist dirt when it rains above ground. I carefully tip the bag over one of the empty pods on the planter until a steady stream of soil spills out. I must have tipped the bag a bit too far, though, since nearly half the contents spill out all over the planter, the desk, and my lap. I let out a sigh. I guess I'll have to vacuum. I try to collect the soil from my lap in my hands, but most of it manages to slip between my legs and onto the floor. Looking down at my last pair of good jeans, they're covered in dirt stains. I should probably wash them, along with the rest of the clothes I've been procrastinating on washing.

I look back at the dusty planter, covered in dirt. This definitely isn't going like I hoped. I wonder what my mom would say about my failed attempt at gardening. Maybe I should leave the gardening to Flower Forest.

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I sit hunched over on the bench in the apartment's communal laundry room, my head down and my eyes fixed on my FlexPad. Flower Forest makes gardening seem so easy. How did I manage to mess things up so badly on my own?

The sound of another washing machine starting up catches my attention, and I look up to see a boy around my age nervously scanning the room for a free place to sit among everyone else doing their laundry this weekend. His green eyes and short black hair are familiar to me. I could almost swear I've seen him somewhere before. He pushes up his glasses as his gaze lands on me. His eyes widen, and he quickly looks away. I avert my gaze as my cheeks redden. I didn't mean to stare!

The boy finds a seat on the bench a few yards away from me when someone else leaves with their laundry basket. I try to focus on my game, but my mind keeps coming back to this boy. Really, where have I seen him before? Could I know him from school? Or have I just seen him around the apartment complex?

A pleasant melody ringing out alerts me that the dryer I'm using has completed its cycle. I set my FlexPad down beside me on the bench and stand with my basket to gather and fold my laundry.

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"Back so soon?" Dad asks when I close the door to our apartment behind me, not looking away from his laptop.

"I guess I got in early enough that there was a free washer," I say, adjusting my grip on the basket under my arm so it doesn't slip. "Are you... working? On a Restday?"

"Yeah," Dad sighs, "I told a client I'd have this ad ready by Firsday, and it's still not done."

"Yikes. Well, don't overwork yourself," I say, turning to my room.

Bing-bong!

"Could you get that?" Dad asks.

Anxiety swells in my gut as I set my laundry basket down and turn back to the door. We aren't expecting anyone, and we didn't order anything that I know of, so I'm a little nervous as I peer through the peephole in the door to see who's standing outside of the apartment. To my surprise, it's the boy I saw in the laundry room! Blood rushes to my face. What's he doing here? I take a deep breath and hold it in before opening the door.

"H-hello?" I ask.

"Hi," the boy answers, his voice deeper and sharper in tone than I expected. He looks around the outside of the apartment, avoiding eye contact with me. "Is... this yours?" he asks begrudgingly as he holds out a FlexPad covered in familiar stickers of Catmium from Stranded and Mr. Buck from Flower Forest.

I stand there speechless, taking the FlexPad in my hands. "Yes! How did you—"

"You left it in the laundry room," the boy says before I can finish my sentence. "Just be more careful next time, alright?"

With that, the boy turns and speeds down the hall.

"Wait!" I call out. "Don't we know each other from somewhere? Maybe school?"

The boy flinches, stopping in his tracks. He turns his head back toward me only slightly. "I don't know," he says, his voice softer now, and nearly cracking. He clears his throat. "I don't know, maybe."

"Well, thanks for bringing my FlexPad back, um...?" I trail off, expecting the boy to give me his name.

He looks down and sighs. "Sam," he finally says, his tone a little softer than before.

"Thanks, Sam," I say. "I didn't even notice it had gone missing—"

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Sam bolting down the hall away from me.

"Hey!" I call out again. "Where are you going?!"

As Sam disappears around the corner, I contemplate the bizarre encounter that just took place. Just who is this guy? And what's his problem?

"Was that a friend from school?" Dad asks as I reenter the apartment.

"Honestly?" I chuckle in disbelief. "I have no idea."

#too small to be afraid #tstba #perthea #giant/tiny #g/t #g/t writing #giant/tiny writing #sfw g/t #sfw giant/tiny #sorry again for taking so long!!! #hopefully this chapter is a bit of a breather #school is back in session in the next chapter ;)

[arcane-abomination]

DISCLAIMER: I don’t follow the rule of 3 nor any real system of divine judgment.

This is Hex I’ve done that I typically use for exacting revenge on a particular person for various reasons. This method gives the caster control over how long and how bad the Hex effects the intended person. When this individual has proven they’ve learned from their wicked ways or the user feels they’ve had enough punishment they can easily break the hex.

Keep in mind that this is a spell that does allow for some level of customization but it is also a spell that requires your attention for multiple days. It’s not something to just be left alone completely or the energy could get stagnant. So only do this if you can spend at least a few minutes a day catering to this Hex.

The Supplies

A doll (I propose making a simple one out of felt)

A picture or petition of the person with their full name and/or birthday

Broken glass, nails, and other sharp objects

A pin or needle

Red marker (if the doll is too dark in color you can substitute with red thread)

Devils Powder (this is generally made up of salt, black pepper, cayenne pepper, chili flakes, lemon peel, anything that’s hot or burns really)

The Process

First things first. I recommend cleansing your space, and tools. You don’t want residual energy sticking to them and affecting your work. Next, I like to tell my tools what they will be doing but that’s up to the individual.

Now get the doll ready. Cut open the doll down the middle and remove it’s stuffing. If you are making your doll from scratch simply stitch it together like normal but leave out any stuffing. Then simply cut open the chest cavity. (Some people like to fill at least the arms and the legs. If you must do this don’t use cotton or anything soft. Use gravel or sand. This can make the individual feel weighted down by their own actions)

The next step is to read the picture and/or petition. Remember to write out on the back of the picture the persons full name and birthday if you can. If you don’t know their birthday that’s alright but having at least their full name is highly advised. You’ll then fold the paper. Since you’re bringing energy into them fold out inwards. When you’re finished place it in the doll s chest cavity. Note you can awaken the tag lock by joining the energy of that person to the doll. Here is the method that I use:

“This doll is now __________.”

“This body is their body.”

<Touch the dolls body>

“This is their breath”

<Breath on the doll >

“What this doll feels they will feel. What is cast onto this doll is hereby cast onto them.”

At this time you will start placing in your sharp objects. Please be careful. If you cut yourself on one DON’T use it in this ritual. Don’t mix your blood with this poppet or you can effect yourself with this course as well. Now, as you’re adding it in you may wish to use an affirmation. A good example would be something like:

“Pain plagues your body for the hurt you have caused.”

Of course you can change this up as you see fit.

Next add in the Devils powder. Again it’s a good time to say some sort of affirmation.

“A burning pain manifests in your bones, your muscles, and your organs. It keeps you in anguish to reflect that which you’ve brought into others.”

At this time you can further add anything else that you like. Put in rotten food to symbolize weakness or their deteriorating health. Or add in any insect exoskeletons for illness or further pain. Also say any further affirmations that you feel you need to. Then when finished stitch up the chest cavity and Mark an X over where the heart would be. This can be done with the red marker or additional red thread.

Say this final affirmation with force and conviction while plunging the needle into the center of the X

“With this, the sharp pain of regret overcomes your heart.”

Set the doll somewhere dark, dank, and alone. A place that not many people will go. Perhaps a shoebox in the hall closet, or in the garage? Just be sure it is a place that you can easily find it again. Like I said at the beginning, you will be going back to this doll for a few minutes everyday. You’re going to be repeating the final action again each time. Either wiggling around the pin or pulling it out a little just to stab it in again. You will also say the last affirmation each time. This ensures that the regret plagues them everyday so that they can barely focus or function on anything else and are forced to reflect.

When you feel that they have had enough you will take the doll and pull out the pin (don’t put it back in), and say this affirmation:

“The pain is gone from in your heart, and your body. My vengeance is quelled.”

Lastly you need to break the bonded attachment. Open the doll and pull out the picture/petition. And declare:

“What once was one, is now again two. You are no longer tired to this doll.”

I burn the picture and the doll afterwards to finalize the end. Then I scatter the ashes to the wind to take the energy to them.

#paganism #pagans of tumblr #witchcraft #chaos magick #sigil magic #chaos magician #poppet #hex #baneful witch #banefull #baneful magic #eldritch witch #witches of tumblr

[des-no9]

Voss/Vanquish

Non-con fantasy

1k

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The thing about her, is that she's fearless. Bold, beautiful. Bared before him, and yet she takes another step forward. Unafraid to expose her desire to be ripped apart between his teeth, broken between his legs 

(because she knows i won't, really-

right?)

The thing about her, is that she makes him pause. Think things he hasn't in aeons. Even ever. Thoughts new in a mind so fucking old, worn, he thought there was nothing left to know. 

(i know you, now. the newest, strangest thing in so many long years)

The thing about her, is that she doesn't make him feel weak for wanting. There were so few in his very long life who hadn't. Orpheus the most significant. 

(but can you ever share his space his touch his love)

So he watches her now. Languid. Content on a rented bed, smoking one of his dragonskin rollups, tail flicking side to side. Braids unwound, eyes lazy. Lying there, ss if she's won the world; as if it's at her feet.

Every so often she looks up from the world at her feet, to him.

Voss, tucked in the windowsill, pretending to read a slate, the tir'su runes floating in-front of him in gentle shapes, gentle glows. But he sees none of it. Cares for none of it.

She blinds the runes, blurs their meaning. 

"What?" she asks. A quiet question that doesn't deserve an answer. Face obscured by a exhale of smoke.

Voss ignores her.

Voss leans back against the wood, edge digging into his spine as he watches her. Thinks he closes his eyes, her form sticking to the lids of his eyes. Maybe he still looks. Maybe he doesn't.

He'd never admitted out loud to himself til now, but he'd kept count the years since he'd htaz’i vo z'varc; fucked to death an istik. As if a strange marker of change. Maybe a marker of something else. The taper of his grief; turn of tides; of himself.

Maybe it just bored him now.

That one, was a lie.

For when he stared at this istik not istik, he could feel the words of htaz’i vo z’varc unwind underneath his tongue, peel beneath his skin, and reach out to hers.

He knows what she'll sound like when he takes her and claims her without ask-

-he thinks.

Those sweet, sinking sounds she makes now everytime he touches her. His own siren's song that he'll never know peace while she breathes.

Breathes.

Maybe it will be louder, this time. For that force and power he holds back everytime he touches her, unintended, will unleash. A touch rotted in something like love, now purrs in ruin. Take.

She's so small. He remembers lifting her, holding her with one arm against him. The way she'd laughed, coiling her thick, needy tail around his waist as he'd held her tight, close with pride like the way he holds his sword. Fingers digging into thick flesh. Claws, more.

How will he hold her now.

Like something to carve. Hand to arm. Knee to arm. That tail is restless. She hits hard enough with it to bruise. Should shove it somewhere. Pin it down with her own dagger. 

Just cut it off. Watch the weep of blood wet her holes. Slick her cunt with two clawed fingers. Blood, to blood.

And still those sweet, sinking sounds like a siren.

She's so easy to fuck. Wet enough when she just looks at Voss. Little whore. Whore, he writes on her back in tir'su. The githyanki never had a word for that. There was no need. So simply writes the common in tir'su.

Writes 'nal' too.

Beast.

My beast, bleed between my legs, sweet siren.

She moves at first as if she wants it. Believes it. Voss could smell her desire that very first meeting on the mountain pass as he talked to her like a dog. It wasn't unusual for some istik. Nor some vin'isk.

He'd smelled it again that night at camp as she'd asked him to stay. And he was going to taste it that night. And did. He could have swallowed her whole.

It tastes different now, with fear. Real fear. Real blood.

Emotion could sour, sweeten the prey. All a matter of taste, in the end.

And when he licks, hearing her wail a sound he can’t place, it just pierces through from throat to bone to heart to stone, and he tastes all.

Even in agony, she struggles. Fights back. Claws peeling over already wounded flesh. Knows the soft spots to hit, when to pause, pull back, the leash loosened, only to ready her fangs to bite.

Good. Good.

He never liked it when they just wept, broke to the power above them, begged for their life. He wanted them to fight for it, claw and rake it back.

Even if they never would.

A horn in hand he holds. Holds her down and watches the way her eyes burn. A violet fire behind. Like the one that had burned her very flesh, threatening to burst forth, tear his own.

Maybe it would consume them both. And all that would be left, was ash.

Voss leans down, so deep in her bloodied cunt, wet cunt, worn cunt, counts the lines on her skin, the freckles like stars of the Astral Sea lit by tears, her skin twisted to its Sky. She really does remind him of home, and sometimes he just wants to peel her open, and sink in-

"What you thinking of?" asks Vanquish through another cloud of smoke, her tail idly brushing against her thigh, eyes fixated on the bulge in his trousers, cupped gently by his hand.

Voss opens his eyes, lids heavy, lazy.

"You."

#kith'rak voss #githyanki #tav/voss #vanquish/voss #just wrote this in an hour wurghhhhh #des writes #my writing #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #tag: vanquish #otp: adilshar

[bullet-prooflove]

Bad Timing (Dominique Luca x Reader)

This is probably going to be a fic moving forward so stay tuned to keep reading!

Premise: You and Luca always seem to have bad timing.

Based on episode 5.11: Old School Cool

Chapter One:

It had been a over a year since Dominique Luca had seen your face, since he had seen your smile and now, he was staring at it on the whiteboard they were using in the Ops Room after the cyber attack that had been initiated by Shadowboxx. It was an older one of you in the academy. Your hair was brushed back into a conservative bun, the buttons on your uniform glinting in the light. You looked vibrant, ready to take on the world.

He tried to remember the last words he’d said to you, but they eluded him. He remembered that hug though, how tightly you had clung to one another before breaking apart. He had wanted to kiss you, wanted to confess how he felt but the timing was wrong. He was leaving for Germany a few days later. He hoped he had told you to stay safe, to take care of yourself.

He was brought back to the present by the sound of Deacon’s voice.

“The guys who grabbed up Shadowboxx work for Joseph Loughlin, he used to be part of the Irish Mob before he branched out to do his own thing trafficking girls in from Eastern European countries.” Deacon said as he used a magnet to secure Lochlin’s picture onto the board.

Luca took in the details from the image. Lochlin was pale by L.A standards, his pallor washed out and features pointed and sharp. His brown hair was flecked with glints of auburn and styled the same way that you saw on the club kids these days.  The ones who practically made a living, making their presence known in the VIP sections.

“Last year Lochlin and his brother Eddie had the monopoly on brothels in the exclusive areas of L.A, they provided exclusive services to high end clients with particular appetites.” Hicks stepped in, pinning up a picture of Eddie Lochlin before picking up the red marker pen and scrawling the word deceased underneath.

“Underage girls?” Chris prompted; her arms crossed over her chest.

“Some as young as twelve.” Hicks told the team, his lips pursing together grimly. “Our friend here had become acquaintances with the brothers during a previous undercover operation, it appears Eddie had taken quite a shine to her.”

Luca shifted slight; he could feel the muscles in his jaw beginning to clench at the thought of that scumbag anywhere near you. He knew you well enough to see what had happened, you’d leveraged Eddie’s attraction to find a way in. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the thought of what those young girls were going through at the hands of these monsters. He felt nauseous thinking about it.

“Eddie O’Lochlin was a big cokehead back in the day.” Tan informed the rest of the room. “Back in Vice, he had dealers supplying to him multiple times a day.”

“He still was up until a year ago.” Hicks commented dryly before continuing. “Although these two had the trafficking routes, they didn’t have the skillset to deal with the operational aspects of such a fast-growing business, which is where our U.C came in. She managed to get intel on the financials and trafficking operation. Major Crimes were working with Interpol on dismantling the whole thing when things took a turn and Eddie was killed by our undercover officer.”

There was an undercurrent in Hick’s voice, something that made the hair on the back of Luca’s neck stand up. He didn’t know what it was but there was more to the story than he was saying. He could feel it in his bones.

“Eddie had a rep for not understanding the word no at the time. Intel suggested that was the reason he was kicked out of the Irish Mob to begin with, he was creating too many problems for them to clean up.” Tan informed the rest of the room. “We could never prove anything; no complaints were filed, and they seemed to handle the issue in house. I think they would have killed him if it weren’t for Joey, he was always the smarter of the two and the craziest.”

“So, they just sent her in there knowing that.” Hondo snapped, lacing his fingers together behind his head as he stared at the board murderously. “Jesus Christ.”

“Someone higher up the chain of command was obviously playing things fast and loose.” Hicks stated, shaking his head, and crossing his arms over his chest. “The focus I imagine was on the client list.”

“I’m guessing she handled it, if he ended up dead.” Street said, gesturing to the photograph of Eddie.

“He gave it a good go before she managed to put two rounds in his chest.” Hicks supplied, bowing his head. “The way he came at her, I doubt anything less would have stopped him.”

A flush of rage flushed through Luca, it started in the pit of his stomach and climbed up into his lungs as he imagined you trapped in that situation, having to defend yourself. The images darted through his brain like snapshots, the violence you may have suffered until you managed to get your hands on a gun. He couldn’t stand the thought of it.

“Can’t say that I wouldn’t have done the same myself.” Chris said venomously. “Sounds like the bastard deserved it.”

There were murmurs from the room before Hicks began again.

“After the indictment came down, Joey managed to post bail. He appealed to the Irish Mob, but they told him to clean up his own mess. I doubt they were too broken up about Eddie’s death.” Hicks told them. “Word on the street is that he’s been kicking up a storm about getting revenge for Eddie’s death.”

“Obviously he didn’t know who she was until he received that data packet from Shadowboxx.” Deacon supplemented, tapping his finger on the picture of Shadowboxx. “I’m guessing a lot of things started to make sense for him then.”

“This doesn’t explain why they snatched up Shadowboxx though.” Chris commented, her dark eyebrows etching into a frown. “And left the USB with all of her information behind.”

“Actually, it does.” Luca said, rubbing the bridge of his nose between two fingers to offset the tension headache that was brewing behind his eyes. “Before I shipped off to Germany, she was talking about updating the security at her house. It was after that thing with Lieutenant Lopez.”

“Yea, he used to do undercover in the Gang Unit before he became Lieutenant in Narcotics. Someone from one of his old cases spotted him in the street and followed him home. Killed him and his wife. It was all over the news at the time.” Tan recounted before tilting his head to Luca. “Do you know if she followed through?”

Luca shook his head.

“We lost touch not long after that.” Luca said turning his attention to Deacon. “But I recommended your firm, said you may be able to give her a discount on account of the fact she’d worked with us before.”

“We gave her a pretty good deal.” Deacon informed the room as he pinned up the plans of the house. “We set up a geofence connected to a state-of-the-art alarm system as well as cameras. It would be hard to sneak up on her.”

“In the taster packet, Shadowboxx included her address but a basic run down of the security package.” Hicks told them, his hand rubbing across his jaw. “O’Lochlin must have realised they needed a hacker and with Shadowboxx’s rep he was perfect for the job.”

“As soon as Shadowboxx takes down the security, they can swing in and take her out.” Chris said, pushing off the table she was leaning against. “Has someone tried to contact her?”

“P.D hasn’t managed to get a hold of her yet. It keeps going to voicemail.” Hicks told them. “I’m going to roll out with you, set up a command post at the location. We can’t rely on all these glitchy coms.”

“There was this thing she was going to at my church.” Deacon said quietly, his arms crossed over his chest. He rose his head to meet Luca’s gaze. “It’s a meeting for people suffering from PTSD. They have to turn their phones for the session. I’ll call the pastor and see if she attended.”

Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome. Luca’s chest tightened at the revelation as the words echoed in his mind. You had talked about the nightmares, about the hypervigilance, being unable to switch off, always alert. He saw it for what it was at the time, suggested you get help. You declined, you always did, you could handle it…

Until a year ago, when you’d come out of an undercover op with Eddie O’Lochlin’s blood on your hands. When he’d gotten back from Germany, you hadn’t returned his texts. He assumed you were still undercover but now he realised you were in trouble. It pained him that he hadn’t tried harder, that he hadn’t physically tried to reach out.

“The rest of you, we’re rolling out in five.” Hicks told them before jerking his head towards the door indicating for them to follow.

“You didn’t know?” Chris asked quietly as the others in the room began to filter out.

“I knew there were problems.” He told her, crossing his arms at his chest, and raising his eyes to the ceiling. “I thought she was still undercover. She usually reaches out when she’s back on the grid.”

“The two of you…” Chris trailed off as Luca shook his head.

“I wanted to; I think she did too, but the timing was never right. We got close after S.W.A.T helped her out on that first case but then I injured my hip and back. She was right there with me through that, and she was so…” he trailed off, the edges of his lips tipped up into a smile. “There were days when I didn’t feel like getting out bed because I thought my future with S.W.A.T was over. She used to come around when Street was at work, kick my ass into gear. We’d walk Duke around the block, stop at whatever foodtruck was on the corner that day. It got me motivated again.”

“She seems like a good person to have in your corner.” Chris asked, leaning back against the table beside him, her elbow nudging his slightly. “What happened?”

The thing about Chris was that she showed how much she cared with her body language and her words. That brief physical contact was her way of letting him know she was there, to listen, to talk if he needed.

“By the time I got my head in the right place, that opportunity in Germany came up.” Luca told her with a shrug of his shoulders. “We both knew I had to take it. I wanted…”

He paused for a moment, clearing his throat.

“I wanted to tell her, but it didn’t seem fair. Saying that and leaving, it wasn’t right. So, I left. I got a text a few weeks later telling me she had taken a new assignment and would be out of contact for a while.”

“U.C you know…” Chris tutted with her tongue. “It puts you through the ringer and what happened with Eddie, that’s got to have fucked with her. It can take a long time to deal with something like that, it can shift your whole world view.”

Luca nodded, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in his throat. He couldn’t imagine what that must have been like for you, trying to handle something like that alone.

The door swung open as Deacon stepped into the room, his expression severe and his body thrumming with purpose as he paused in front of them.

“I just got off the phone with my pastor.” He told them. “She was at today’s group, they finished up fifteen minutes ago. She was already on the way home before he took my call.”

“We need to go.” Luca said pushing off the table. “We gotta stop her walking into that trap.”

#luca x reader #reader x luca #luca #luca imagine #dominique luca x reader #dominique luca #dominic luca x reader #dominic luca #dominique luca imagine #s.w.a.t. imagine #s.w.a.t. cbs #s.w.a.t cbs #s.w.a.t. #s.w.a.t #dominique luca fic

[sundaysplayzone]

Commonly Asked Questions.

I get asked the same 3-5 questions all the time, so I thought I might make this new lil pinned post to help everyone out! But first, I want to thank you all for visiting my blog!

Do you take requests?

No, I do not.

Are your commission open?

Yes currently! Honestly now a days they’re almost always open. You can check them out on my website HERE!

Are you okay with gift art?

Of course! I would be flattered! If you’d like, you can find most of my characters here on toyhouse (I promise to update it soon!)!

How do you get the retro/vhs effects on your art?

I actually made a tutorial on that here! But honestly at the end of the day it’s a lot of “I plug this picture into several different apps and video editing software.” I wish I could give you a simple answer, but there is no easy way to do it that’s the same every time. I rarely if ever do it the same way back to back. Some colors look better when edited in Photoshop, some in Photomosh Pro. I pay almost $100 a month to have access to all of the software I use to make these effects because it’s part of my job. But luckily you can find so many free tutorials and apps out there, you just need to be curious and try new things!

What do you use to draw?

Another vague answer whoo! Sorry, but I use so many things to draw! But usually it’s sketch/ink/color/shade in Paint Tool Sai, and then move it to Photoshop to add the background, effects and details. I also use Procreate and Clip Studio from time to time. When it comes to traditional, it’s usually standard cardstock or a mixed media sketchbook. Then I draw and color with microns, copic pens, jelly rollers/gel pens, prisma colored markers and copic markers. 

Did you draw the backgrounds in your art? And if you use screenshots, where do you get them?

In the majority of my pictures, I use screenshots from old cartoons. I get these screenshots from the shows themselves. My friend is kind enough to set up a program that takes snapshots hundreds of times during the show. Then when the episode is over, they send them to me. I then spend HOURS, going through thousands of images and delete all but the good pieces. A majority of the time they take a lot of editing to be usable. I have to clean them up, remove character and scale the images.

This isn’t always the case however! I do often draw my own backgrounds! If you ever want to know, feel free to ask!

As for the more aesthetic/abstract backgrounds, I make those myself! I spent far too much money buying licenses and rights to use tons of different patterns and vectors. With those, I love recreating authentic backgrounds in the style of those seen in the 80s and 90s!

I see you draw a lot of Transformation/Chubby/(insert common movie trope here). Are you a fetish artist?

No, I am not a fetish artist. Do I draw art that might be someone’s fetish? Do I take commissions from people with a fetish for this subject matter? Yes, of course. But people need to realize, furry characters alone are a kink to some people. For me the difference is in how it’s drawn. And I personally do not draw my art in a way that sexualizes the piece.

I love drawing transformation scenes, people being swallowed by a monster, extra big tummies, but not because it’s something that I find hot. I just like drawing fun scenes. I get bored of just drawing a character standing in place all the time. I like drawing wacky scenes! 

A lot of my love for these come from cartoons. Edmund getting turned into a cat in Rock a Doodle. Hercules getting swallowed by the hydra. Kaa hypnotizing... everyone xD It’s just a story telling tool and sometimes it’s fun to draw! I’m not into hypno but I do like drawing big, colorful eyes. I’m just whatever about tf but I love drawing the swirling magic effects and the character changing from human to animal. It’s just cool to me!

In short, when I draw these things, it’s like I get to draw scenes from cartoons and movies in my style. It’s so wonderful to attempt to emulate some of the effects and details they used in movies from my childhood. It’s not about the hand changing into a paw for me, it’s the magical sparkles and how it’s so bright and vibrant compared to everything else. Where you see it go from hand to paw, that’s what I love drawing about tf art! Or being able to exaggerate the body and make a character look weighty by making them really round. Getting to draw a comically big mouth, giving a fun and interesting perspective shot. I think that stuff is so neat! Because it’s art!

I don’t care if it is someone’s fetish. I’m not drawing it in a way that’s sexual. Heck, it even says I wont in my TOS! Everything is G-PG here in Sunday’s Playzone! I’m not here to make that kind of content. It’s okay if adults have fetishes, and so long as you and others aren’t sexualizing my art, all is well!

[fleshdyke]

might I have a cool bird fact, if you want to share

yes obviously. birds are fucking idiots. what one of my recent popular posts is abt, female birds will go absolutely INSANE for males that are banded with brightly coloured leg bands. like, males with bright leg bands will have hilariously high egg rates as opposed to any other regular male, no matter how good or bad their genetics are, because females LOVE the bright bracelet. so banders have to tag only with dull neutrals as to not fuck up the data. this same phenomenon happens with other things, like there’s a specific species of bird that i can’t remember the name of rn whose females prefer a darker breast as it indicates better health in this species, so as an experiment ornithologists literally coloured in some random males with like. a marker. and the females were all over them. same thing happened with some finches (that don’t even have crests, mind you) that ornithologists strapped a little paper cone on one bird’s head as a shitty fake crest and the females LOVED it. even though crests aren’t even a desired trait in this species because they literally don’t have them. also, robins are comically aggressive. because they’re so territorial with other robins, for some reason they associate ANY red/orange with a rival bird and just go apeshit when they see the colour. they’re literally what we think bulls are. also, eclectus parrots are the only parrots in the world that aren’t monogamous; females can spend up to 9 months out of the year not moving from her tree hollow nesting site because she’ll have multiple males tending to her at once, and males will tend to multiple females at once. males will bring their various females food in exchange for sex, and they just sorta have to hope it’s them that fathers viable eggs, and get with as many females as possible to make their chances bigger. males are mostly bright green because they’re the ones that fly around the jungle and risk being predated by hawks, so their plumage is designed to camouflage them against the greenery. females are bright red and blue, designed so predators don’t see them in the shadowy tree hollows. however, in the ultraviolet spectrum (which parrots can see, and notably, hawks can’t), parrots are iridescent and shiny, which allows them to easily see each other while still being safe from predators. this iridescence is also a really big part of parrot communication, as they’ll move their bodies minutely to catch the light a certain way and change their colour drastically on the uv spectrum - this difference is really obvious to other parrots, but not to us, because we can’t see them changing their colour. that’s why a lot of miscommunication between parrot and human happen; because to them it seems like we’re ignoring their obvious social cues, when in reality we don’t even realize they’re happening because we just aren’t built to see them. parrot body language is super subtle and oftentimes hard to read (and many gestures can have two, drastically different meanings) so it can definitely be quite a struggle to effectively communicate with parrots. however, parrots (and most birds in general) have a ton of control over their eyes, and can change the size of their pupils easily and drastically and that’s a really big part of their communication. it’s definitely a lot harder to see when birds’ eyes are pinning when it’s a dark-eyed bird, because their irises are almost black, and it’s super hard to tell the difference between iris and pupil when not in direct light (which is most of the time). it’s obviously way easier to tell when a bird is pinning if it’s a light-eyed species like many macaws, african greys, senegals, some amazons, etc. it is really cool to watch though!

#sorry thats um. more than one #asks #birds #infodump

[ladyalisette]

How to make your fan plushie: Part 2 - Fabric and Sewing

So. You got your pattern. You’re reasonably confident in what you got going on with it.

Time to pick a fabric.

Personally, I prefer to work in fleece for the main part. It’s got some advantages:

1) it doesn’t fray, so I don’t need to hem it. Since I’m doing all my sewing by hand, not having to hem this shit is VITAL to the continued existence of my carpal tunnel.

2) most fleeces are the same on both sides. You can’t fuck up the direction of a fur or the pattern or the shiny vs matte side, which imo makes them great beginner’s fabrics

3) they tend to stretch equally in both directions. This does, again, make your life easier because it means the plushie won’t distort weirdly during stuffing if you accidentally flipped a piece somewhere

4) soft, yet not so fuzzy that it will start obscuring the details. A lot of my work got small details going that you just cannot get on plush

Generally speaking, I buy my fleece at a local store, in person, if possible. It lets me touch the fabric, and hold up threads and other pieces to it to see if the colors much. BUT. if the internet is all you got? Go and use it, no shame in that.

Now, there are two other kinds of fabric I regularly use in plushie making: one is thin felt, and one is satin ribbon.

The felt is for flat, detailed applique work that would suck in fleece. You can only cut fleece so small before it starts disintegrating on you. Felt can be cut finer before you hit that point.

The lion is felt, because cutting the mouth in fleece would have been suffering.

The other thing is satin ribbon. Now, this does especially for ghosties, but you may use this knowledge as you please: it’s hard to make fabric glow. Fleece doesn’t look shiny, it doesn’t catch the light, the structure isn’t meant for it. Satin however does just that.

So if you have a detail on your plushie that you want to jump out, something that should glow and shine?

Like this?

Satin ribbon is your friend.

The contrast will let you approximate without having to fuck about with electronics, and satin ribbon comes in endless colors, many widths, and can often be bought by the meter.

Otherwise, depending on your subject, you may want embroidery floss (the XIV up there is embroidered on).

Then you bring it all home. You lay it flat on a surface of your choice (floor for me), and you trace all your pieces onto the fabric. I use both tailor’s chalk or a plain old ballpoint pen, depending on how dark my fabric is. Both work fine. Use what pleases you. Just note that if you need a lot of pressure to trace your pieces, you may distort/stretch the fabric by pulling on it

HOWEVER FOR THE CUTTING i cannot overstate how much a pair of dressmaking or fabric shears makes your life easier. They are handsdown the best sewing investment I’ve ever made, even if you need to handle them with a bit of care and can only use them for fabric, ever, they make it SO much easier to get good cuts. Expensive fabric markers you can skip but shears are so good. Get yourself some shears.

Anyhow, you trace your stuff, you cut your stuff, your result should look something like this:

(this is  Mr.Bean’s Teddy before assembly begins)

Now, if you’re new to this, my suggestion here would be to pin a few things together, see if the sides match up like you want them or if anything got stretched in the process. If you’re confident that it’s all to size?

Get your needle and your thread and get sewing. small pieces you may be able to just hold together, otherwise you can baste or pin them. I usually prefer pins.

I use bog standard thread, doubled up, knotted at the end and then I just...put everything right side together (meaning: the outside that you can see has the trace marks on it, the inside is pristine. Because the now-inside will be the outside once we flip this over) and sew ahead. My suggestion would be to use the trace line the line you sew along. It’s an easy marker to where your stitches should be and it’s there already anyways.

My preference for a stitch is a regular back stitch as explained here:

Now my method is to overlap the stitches a bit, so instead of going to the end point of the earlier stitch, i end up somewhere near the middle of it. I find that it makes a tighter, and more secure hold. As for stitch length: this depends on how big the thing you’re doing this, and your personal preference.

Also: do not let people tell you that you HAVE to go left to right or right to left or that it got anything to do with your dominant hand. Work in a way that is comfortable for you. I’ve switched directions between pieces, it’s really just a matter of what works for you, in that moment. So. you get going and you start putting your things together.

Just remember: you gotta turn that baby out later, so if you’re making an orb? Leave a seam somewhere only partially done, we’ll need that to flip it over. The size of the opening depends on how soft your fabric is and how much fabric you gotta pull through but better save than sorry. Sewing up a bigger hole later one makes no difference, but if you’re rough and rip apart your stitches in the process, the repair can be a real bitch. Knowing how much space you need again comes with experience.

#crafty crafty #by popular demand

[prpfs]

LOOKING FOR PRETTY/FEMININE TOPS OR TOP FEMBOYS

🗻18+, I’m a bottom gay roleplayer who’s into long term, slice of life rps with nsfw in it. Please bear in mind that I am usually busy so I won’t always respond immediately or quickly but I will try my best to be more active. All plots/prompts are up for discussion and feel free to share any ideas you may have

This is a long term roleplay so if you don’t feel like roleplaying anymore please tell me. Also, this is a slice of life and will be built up to a nsfw scene. The characters have to grow some sort of bond before going onto that so it will be a long rp and I prefer it if it is mainly slice of life and quite wholesome and there only being a few nsfw scenes.

I’m also fine with doing fandom ship roleplays using my prompts/plots:

- jjk , jujutsu kaisen : Top Itadori x Bottom Fushiguro (me), Top Inumaki x Bottom Fushiguro (me)

- genshin impact : Top Venti x Bottom Xiao (me), Top Aether/Albedo/Scaramouche/Kazuha x Bottom Xiao (me), Top Kaveh x Bottom Alhaitham (me)

- blue lock : Top Isagi x Bottom Rin (me), Top Bachira x Bottom Rin (me)

- and more that I can’t think of

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My character description:

Name: Xavier

Age: Depends on the prompt/plot

Appearance: Black hair, average height, blue eyes, slightly lean, sensitive body

Personality: Aloof, cold, stubborn, can soften up over time to those he cares about, athletic, determined, intelligent, tsundere, blunt but can come off as rude, can be harsh

Extra: He works a few part time jobs but also participates in many sports activities and events, and lives on his own

Please send me a your character description, make sure it includes age, appearance and personality or if you want use the one I made based on my type below feel more than welcome to:

Your character:

Name: Kaito

Age: Depends on the prompt/plot

Appearance: Blonde/brown hair, green eyes, not muscular but still surprisingly strong despite his weak looking body, average height but slightly taller Personality: Sweet, "innocent" before you see his sexual side, a bit sadistic in bed, nice, caring, affectionate, clingy, kinky, pretty horny

Kinks: public/risky sex, toys, after care, teasing, spanking, rough sex, nipple play, slight hair pulling, tying up wrists, blindfolds and more

Limits: scat, gore, watersports, beastility, heavy bdsm

Prompts:

1. Toxic boyfriend - My childhood gay best friend is in a toxic relationship and uses me to make his boy friend jealous

We’ve been friends for years, ever since my friend invited you to join my friend group. You’ve always had a thing for me but I was too naive to even notice a thing. You are openly gay and none of us seemed to have an issue with it despite other people’s judgement and comments on the matter.

But as time flew by and the years passed, we all grew far apart. Apart from us. You grasped onto our friendship and made sure that we remained together for your own selfish reasons such as your infatuation with me

You decide to try make further advances on me and due to my cold manner, I immediately shut you down until you switch up your method; using your toxic relationships as a way to use me however you please.

Extra: I’m looking for a top femboy

2. Academic rivals - Kenji has always been the top student until a new boy named Kaito joins his year. Kaito is just like Kenji, a top marker and enjoys being in the top spot. Kenji sees Kaito as a threat to not just him but also his future because of this, they both relentlessly battle for the top spot.

One day, the test results for english poetry come back and Kaito somehow makes it to the top score despite Kenji’s efforts. Kenji is outraged by this discovery and goes over to confront him in the boy’s locker room, abruptly slamming his hand against the locker and pinning Kaito against the wall. “How did you beat me?” He growled through his teeth, Kaito simply just smirked and shrugged. “Maybe I’m just better than you” Kaito replied, tracing Kenji’s jawline with his delicate touch, causing Kenji to flush red.

3. Polar opposites - Our characters are polar opposites. You are more friendly, thoughtful, caring and not to mention pretty. On the other hand, I’m aloof, stubborn, blunt and pretty much a tsundere.

You’re secretly gay while I’m “straight”. Despite that, you still manage to get all the girls attention which makes me jealous. I’m in the year above with your older sister so we’re not close at all. My best friend

I never liked you from the beginning since you were popular (even in my grade) and you were what you would call “too nice”. That part of you pisses me off to the point I would often take out my anger and frustration on you.

One day, we happen to bump into each other in the hallway and our dynamic completely change.

4. Tutor - Kaito is failing miserably at his classes so the school set him up with a tutor, Kenji. The top student with outstanding grades, always praised by teachers and admired by classmates and students. Kaito has no care for that kind of stuff, if anything it bores him.

Kaito decides to mess with him for his own entertainment and does so even more after seeing how easily flustered he gets. The more flirty Kaito gets towards Kenji, the more heated things get between them until Kenji just snaps.

extra info: it’s Kenji’s first time unlike Kaito

kinks: pinning, tying up (hands), teasing, blindfolded (maybe)

5. An incubus at a dorm party - It’s halloween and my roommate is hosting a costume party in our dorm, deliberately ignoring the rules against the idea. You of course are invited since you happen to be a very close friend of my roommate.

As the night progressed, your libido and lust skyrockets - a common side effect of being an incubus - which is how you end up stumbling into my room where I’ve been hiding out in for hours whilst the party went on.

Extra info: Incubus’s lust and libido’s increase at a certain hour (Also, if you happen to be wanting to do a fandom ship, I would prefer doing this prompt with Venxiao)

Personality wise Kenji is cold, smart, stubborn, gets flustered easily and a little harsh whereas Kaito is the complete opposite. Kaito is flirty, enjoys teasing people, popular, kind, sweet and friendly.

Please just be a little gentle and don’t go too overboard

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@sentofight sent: Did someone say love? Edea is going to finish the drawing on his face and bolt away before he wakes up. Sorry. It is too good of an opportunity to miss it. She gave him cat whiskers ~

Wylan wakes up just as the door slaps the wall behind her. That really itched or tickled or something. Usually he sleeps light, so the fact she got as far as she did is a task to be commended. And. Even if she had been caught there'd be no worrying consequence. Well. Maybe. It would depend on your perspective. Getting dragged into the bed could be considered alarming.

Failing that, the touch to his face and feeling something elicits a different response. There's only so many dots to be connected, and so many thoughts to collect. After sitting up and seeing himself in the small mirror of the inn room, oh, yeah. She thinks she's funny, doesn't she?

"Edea~" He calls after, his voice carrying out into the hallway as he rises and limbers himself. He's still waking up, and she has quite the headstart. But the factors are on his side... or at least, one is. She's running in a panic. And he's got some clarity after a well rested night.

Another factor is he's presentable. If you count some small clothes and socks to that- as well as a coat after he's grabbed it. Some won't. But it's decent. And enough to keep him from scaring unfortunate bystanders as he takes to the chase.

What to follow? Where could the lady have gone? He'll take his chances following the sound of retreating footsteps and bewildered gazes (that only grow more frightened when he blows past sliding on wood floors and hitting the turns with a blaze in his eyes)

She shrieks when she realizes he's getting closer. Losing some of her posture and making some mistakes that allow the swordsman to close the distance. More and more. Closer and closer.

"I see you now!" Edea is too slow on the next turn, and Wylan has made up distance enough to catch sight of her, and the marker still clutched in his hand. Both of them are panting and racing around the inn like it's their playhouse. Maybe they'll get ejected for this, forced to find new place of respite, but it'd be worth it. Heart is pounding and grin is wide. "Gotcha!"

The chase ends where it started, a bedroom. With the woman pinned onto the bed and the victor looming over her. A moment is taken to catch their breath as they simply gaze into one another's eyes. Then the panic, real panic probably sets in.

"....you look nervous. Not ready to reap the fruits of your labor~? Mrow... hmhmhm." He laughs, gaze flitting to the pen in her hand. His own works its way up from her wrist, an attempt to wrest it away for his own uses. "Don't I get a turn? Maybe I want to draw some things too. Whiskers are too boring, though." His gaze lowers towards her stomach, peeking out from her shirt from how the woman had landed.

Now Edea should be scared, what with the way Wylan was grinning so fiercely.

#sentofight #sentofight :: edea #inbox :: answered ic #verse :: fantasy #her life is probably flashing before her eyes #he wont let it end with anything less than a draw

[embroidery-pro]

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[artingabout]

Our Flag Means Death themed messenger bags - Complete

Behind the scenes:

My materials:

black fabric (do not ask me what kind. The kind that I touched and went oooo)

floral pink/ blue fabric (see above) for the lining

red/white satinish fabric for the pockets

white cotton for the flag bits

interfacing - iron-on stuff

miscellaneous needles, including leather-needles

big fabric scissors

little sewing scissors

black, white, red and blue cotton on reels for sewing machine

white embroidery thread

a buttload of pins and clips

sewing machine

iron & ironing board

chalk

rope-looking stuff, probably for curtain tie-backs (likewise makes me go ooooo)

eyelets

sellotape

HAMMER :D

Before I begin, I will raise my hands here and admit I have never made a lined bag in my life. The extent of my experience of making 3D fabric stuff is limited to a small patchwork quilt, a TV remote-control holder based on a youtube video, facemasks and a small drawstring pouch. So accordingly, I have no idea if this is how designing/making things is normally done.

I got the idea for this bag the night before I went away on a trip and naturally, spent the whole time away sketching and resketching the best way to make it. This is but one of the experiments since I ended up free-handing the eventual design.

Once I worked out the shape/size, I made an experimental skellington template and - with minor adjustments - he’s remained my template for each bag I’ve made.

The entire bag itself is made of two pieces of fabric cut in the same shape: one for the exterior and one for the lining, with a small addition rectangle for the front pocket.

The picture is a bit blurry, but for the Blackbeard bag to match the flag in the show, I leave either an extra bid of width or use a rectangular strip of leftover fabric for the additional section with the heart.

I’ve learned from the first attempt that the best sequence of stitching is to get the pocket and flag design on first and everything else can follow after (I did not do this the first time. It was a mistake). Everything else takes less than 40 minutes if I can concentrate.

The flag pieces I cut out by hand and usually attach with a bit of fabric webbing before stitching them in place.

To get the dramatic white stitches to really stand out on the flag, I use full 6-strand embroidery thread with a leather needle to get it all the way through the interfaced fabric. It makes things so much easier.

The pocket is simply a rectangle folded in half (inside out), ironed and stitched down the sides. It’s then turned right-sound out for hopefully-crisp edged. On the front panel of the bag, I close the bottom of the pocket up by stitching it on upside down, then folding it up so the bottom line is nice in sharp.

To make things more annoying for myself, I added lace to the Stede pocket. A foolish decision. I regret everything. But it looks cool, so that makes it all right?

I’ve experimented with a few different interfaces and finally settled on a nice firm iron-on one, which I affix to the inside of both the bag and the lining fabric for stability. And because I’ve found it gives a nice, sharp edge, I now tend to stitch a seam along the folds, both as a nice clear marker and also in case the interface comes unstuck inside.

Once this is all done, then comes the stitching-the-thing-together. Again, I am winging it, working my way around the seams on the inside.

The lining gets the same treatment: a bit of interfacing, and then stitched into the same shape with a 3-inch gap left in one seam to allow me to do the magic sew-it-inside-out-then-reverse it trick.

Added bonus if you want to make yourself quite stressed when you forget: add a loop of cord or thonging to serve as a button loop for a pirate-themed button. Because forgetting that halfway around and yelling is always fun.

Do not ask me how many times I have had to unpicked the frigging lining because I put the inside-out bit the wrong way around or forgot a step. There has been much lamentation.

Once the lining is in (and correct -_-), flip everything the right way around. Press it all and secure the flap and all internal edges with a nice neat seam.

Oh and since you can clearly see them in this photo, this is the stage you add the eyelets, after everything is stitched and won’t fall apart.

Once again, there has been much lamentation when I cut the holes just a bit too big but I have it down to an art now :D You cut the holes, insert the eyelets and THUMP THEM WITH A HAMMER. It’s very therapeutic :)

#our flag means death #art #craft #sewing #bag #haberdashery

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[stampwithtami]

Countryside Inn Suite Collection Series #1-3 [Scoop 161]

COUNTRYSIDE INN COLLECTION From the Stampin' Up Countryside Inn Suite Collection comes a variety of gorgeous paper crafting cards and boxes - join us for an exciting episode of the Stampin' Scoop Show. Be inspired with over 50 projects created with this gorgeous suite. We’ll be teaching you how to make 2-in-1 window cards and some more cool card making techniques. Plus, don’t forget to enter our giveaway.   COUNTRYSIDE INN SUITE PRODUCTSThese are the products in the collection. Plus the June "Welcome Inn" Paper Pumpkin kit coordinates with the suite. The deadline to subscribe for the June kit is June 10. SCOOP SHOW VIDEO VIEW VIDEO ON YOUTUBE SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL PRINTABLE PDFS I'll be sharing more details and instructions for the rest of the projects over the next week. COUNTRYSIDE INN COLLECTION LINKS CARD PHOTOS Want to save these ideas for later? Pin them to your favorite Pinterest board. Have you tried these designs? I love to see your creations! Be sure to share them on #shareyourcrafts post every Saturday on my Facebook Page. Here's some of the projects and cards we shared on the video.  I'll be sharing tutorials for the rest of these projects this week. I shared how to make the 2-1 window cards and have instructions for those above. I used the Stampin' Up Share a Milkshake stamp set and dies for this 2-1 window card. I used ink pads and Stampin' Write markers together to create the muli-colored ice cream scoops.  I used the Stampin' Up So Refreshing Bundle for this 2-in-1 window card.  I used the Cheerful Daisies to create this card. I also used left over Countryside Corners die cuts from some of the other cards. I wanted to find something fun to make with them. What do you think? I stamped the Countryside Corners and embossed in white. Then cut it up to make these 3 panels at once.  Did you know the Stampin' Up Countryside Blossoms Folder matches this pattern in the designer paper pack? Here are some swap card inspiration we shared on the video. These all use the Countryside Inn Suite.  VIDEO GIVEAWAY Youtube and Facebook and leave a comment. No purchase necessary. WANT IT ALL NOW? Did you know the demonstrator kit is the BEST DEAL?It’s true, if you have any kind of wish list this is the best way to go. You get $125 for only $99 and free shipping and future discounts and perks.   Can I join as a demonstrator just for the discount?Yes, it’s the most popular reason people join. No selling, classes, parties, etc necessary unless you want to have fun doing these things. Many people take advantage of the great deal just for themselves DETAILS Read the full article