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prettylilthingptrns · 3 months

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Another day, another needle minder, lol! These babies will be going up sometime today on Etsy! Keep your eyes peeled and check out the ones currently in stock :) They double as cute magnets too ;)

All hand made by myself and many are hand drawn with colored pencils, some are printable shrink plastic designs, then sealed both front and back with UV resin to help ensure sturdiness and longevity :) Finished with a neodymium magnet to keep your needle safe!

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birdmenmanga · 3 months

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>go to an accessory store >ask the clerk if they have any earrings >"yes anon we have a selection right here" >asks the clerk if the needles are long or short >clerk doesn't understand >explain about my fat ass earlobes and how some earrings don't come out the other side because the needle is too short >"they're good earrings, sir" >buy earring >the needle is short

No but really. it barely pokes itself out the other side of my earlobe

#just thinking thoughts...#I THOUGHT my earring's needle was longer!! but I hadn't taken it out in months so I couldn't be sure #it's a nice earring... not sure if it's the best if I want it to breathe though...#I did get a rubber stopper. I think my old earring + the rubber stopper instead of my metal stopper might be better

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sparklecryptid · 9 months

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Once again trying on shirts/sweaters while they are on the needles is the most nerve wracking thing

#yes I use needle stoppers but WHAT IF THEY DONT WORK #anyway my current project is going to fit sooooo good

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neon-lights-stardust-nights · 1 year

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No haha don't strap me to a chair and perform awful experiments upon my mind and body haha what if I get hard

#nsfa #not safe for apple #💉#dancing on needles #😷#tangled web #clockwork heart stopper #patchwork love #a love dissection

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brain-rot-central · 1 month

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Would you be interested to do fanfic with Astarion getting a massage and maybe kisses ober his scars?

Scars

Tav gives Astarion a back massage. Thing is, Astarion isn't entirely used to giving up his back.

I sat on this for a long bit. Thank you for the prompt! 💗

Warnings: trauma mention, abuse mention, brief depiction of abuse

"I'm not so sure this is a good idea, love."

Astarion lay prone on his bedroll, his head tilted to the side. He's not looking at Tav necessarily, just in their general direction as sparks of anticipation jolt through his body. He eyes the bottle of oil within Tav's hands as they uncork the stopper.

"You don't always have to be the one giving, Astarion," Tav says as they pour the viscous fluid out into the palm of one hand. They place the bottle down onto the ground, reapplying the cork. "Sometimes it's nice just to take."

"Yes, but-"

"Do you want me to leave?" Tav interrupts, rubbing their palms together to warm the oil.

Astarion finally looks at Tav, furrowing his brow in doubt. "N-no, I don't. Just..." his voice trails off, gaze wandering to the flap of his tent. It ripples gently with the passing breeze. "Go easy over my back, please," he pleads. "It's... sensitive."

In more ways than one.

Tav nods, shifting closer to Astarion's form. "Of course," they agree, leaning over to plant a kiss on the back of his neck. Astarion shivers under them as their hands find the small of his back. "You let me know if it's too much, 'kay?"

With a sigh, Astarion nods, resting his face against the comforting fabric of his shirt. Tav starts slow, rubbing delicate circles into the dimples of his lower back with their thumbs. Their fingers hang over his hips, which, Astarion admits silently to himself, is oddly comforting. He imagines Tav holding him, guiding his hips to where they want him to be. Much more intimate than Astarion could have ever imagined. Pleasurable, even.

He's so used to being grabbed, pushed, and forced into positions. Hurried encounters with those who cared not for his pleasure, that it came secondary or not at all. Astarion keeps waiting for the moment where Tav hoists him up and slots him roughly against their crotch, waiting for the inevitable painful sting of being pried open without warning.

But it never comes.

Astarion can feel their crotch against the cleft of his arse, Tav straddling his hips for their own leverage, yet this position is unusually sensual. Tav's hands begin traveling up the sides of his torso and they lean further into him, pushing Astarion's hips further into the ground below him. The pressure of his center meeting the bedroll causes his arousal to stir, twitching softly to life as he haphazardly grinds his hips further into the deerskin below, chasing the sensation again and again.

Soft moans escape Astarion's lips as Tav kisses the midline of his back, applying light pressure to the muscles encircling his ribs as their hands glide over the delicate pale skin. "Is it okay if I touch them?" Tav asks quietly against his back.

His scars, they mean. They want to massage his scars.

Astarion's eyes focus again on the opening of his tent, flap blowing in the wind as another breeze blows past. When he closes his eyes, he imagines himself back in the kennels, lying on the cold stone floor beneath him in a similar position. Cazador is behind him, needle in hand, bringing the blade down hard into the vulnerable skin of his back. Astarion screams, or at least he remembers the feeling of screaming, as he relives the searing pain of his flesh being carved out. He claws at the stone floor as Cazador continues, voice failing him as the blade dances across his skin. Cazador chuckles darkly, telling Astarion revisions are to be made.

Astarion.

His head swims with nervous energy, though a small voice breaks through his concentration.

Astarion!

His eyes snap open, returning focus to his tent. Astarion becomes mildly aware of the hand over his mouth and he tries to control his labored breathing.

"Are you alright? You started screaming out of no where." Tav releases their hand from around his mouth and sits back. "Sorry, but I had to do something, lest the entire camp come running..." Tav sits back on his feet for a bit, silence passing over them both. "Did you want to stop?" they suggest. "It's okay if-"

"No, I'm fine," clarifies Astarion. "Sorry, dear. My mind was elsewhere for a moment."

"...Cazador?" Tav asks, quietly.

Astarion doesn't respond immediately. Moments pass before he slowly nods his head. He hears Tav sigh over his shoulder as they resume their place over the backs of his thighs.

"I have no sharp objects, aside from a nail or two," they say in reassurance. "All I'm trying to do is help you feel more at ease. I promise."

"I don't doubt that," Astarion admits. "This is just... different, for me." He gasps as he feels Tav's hands on his lower back again. "I... usually don't give people my back."

Their hands travel higher, and Tav feels the minute shakes of anticipation rumbling through Astarion's frame. Astarion sucks in a sharp breath and they move between his shoulder blades, tracing each indentation of the scars with their fingertips. They use the palms of their hands to place pressure on the muscles deep below, a soft moan of relief escaping Astarion as he eases into the touch.

"...I only want to make you feel good, Astarion," Tav coos above him, dragging their hands back up the length of his spine. They rub along the outlines of each scapula, digging their thumbs into hard knots of muscles. Tav circles them gently, huffing out a quick laugh as they feel the tension beginning to melt away from Astarion's frame.

His head is swimming in euphoric pleasure. His arousal has stirred back to life, but not due to lust. No, this is simply because his entire body feels good, so so good. Astarion feels himself loosening under Tav's ministrations. It dawns on him that he never gave thought to how tensely he held himself together. Another soft moan escapes his lips as Tav leans over again to kiss the back of his neck. The position pushes his half-hard cock further into the bedroll, his entire body instinctively curling upward, into Tav. He leans his head toward one side, granting them better access to his neck.

"Does it feel good?" they ask, littering chaste kissing along the side of Astarion's neck.

Astarion moans as Tav's hands run up and down the sides of his ribs again. "Y-yes," he gasps. "P-please continue."

The massage turns intimate again; Tav kissing down Astarion's back as their hands settle along his narrow hips. Astarion knows there won't be physical intimacy; he's not quite ready for that yet, but by the gods if this isn't close.

Tav works at his back for what feels like a tenday before finally sliding off. "How was that?" they ask, lightly brushing the backs of their fingers over his skin.

Astarion turns over, arousal flagging enough to not raise any uncomfortable suspicion. Though, could he blush, his face would be absolutely flushed. His eyes are heavy, his mouth hangs open. "Wonderful," he admits. "I would very much like to do that again."

Tav leans over and smiles, capturing Astarion's lips between his own. "Then again we shall."

#astarion #my writing #writing prompts #fanfiction #astarion fluff #trauma mention #abuse mention #abuse tw #answered #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x gn tav #astarion x reader #astarion x gn reader

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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thank you for finally making some male!reader stuff for leon! i wish more people at least used gender neutral pronouns or were open to trying to write male readers, its tough on x reader tumblr as a trans guy!

would you ever feel comfortable writing a scenario with a trans ftm reader? like leon helping them take their injections, or just general reassurance about their identity? if not, that’s cool too! thank you for the amazing food and i hope you continue writing ! <3

pairing: leon x trans male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 881

warnings: needles, leon giving reader a shot

includes: slightly nervous leon, i'm not on t (yet ://) so maybe this is inaccurate but i googled how to give t shots lmao, i should write trans reader more

a/n: thank you for requesting :)) i'm also trans (i constantly switch between nonbinary and demiboy as labels) so i don't mind writing reqs like this at all !! i hope you like it <33

additional note: i want more leon reqs pls i love writing for him

requests open !! read my rules first

rays of sunlight shine through your opened blinds, casting the room in a gentle glow. you stir awake at the brightness and lazily blink yourself awake for a few seconds before laying back down on your bed. leon’s arm rests around your waist to keep you in his hold.

a tranquil silence hangs in the air. you smile as you shift a little closer to him, taking the time to admire your sleeping lover. you raise a hand up to brush a few stray blonde locks behind his ear to fully expose his face. you trail your fingertips down leon’s sharp jawline. he stirs slightly at the feeling but otherwise remains in a peaceful sleep.

your hand gently traces along his soft skin, finally resting against his cheek. it isn’t often that leon allows you to fully admire him and his beauty. you can think of countless times when he’d shrink away from you, cheeks flushed a light pink as he playfully pushed you away or covered his face with his hands.

leon’s eyebrows furrow slightly when you brush your thumb against his cheek. he blinks a few times as he stirs awake. he smiles, pulling you a little closer to his chest. “good morning love.” his morning voice is raspier than usual. he shifts to rest his head in the crook of your neck, pressing a peck against your skin.

“morning,” you hum. you bring your hand up, gently raking it through his hair. leon lets out a content sigh as you twist the soft strands between your fingers. his hand ghosting against your hips slides underneath your - his - shirt to rub small circles against your bare skin. “we don’t have any plans today so we can stay in bed for as long as you want.”

leon smiles, shifting just enough so you can lean against his chest instead. “when’s your next shot?”

“today.” you sit up to stretch your arms out as leon watches from his position on your shared bed. “i’ve actually been thinking, and… i want you to help. if you’re okay with it, of course. i know it’s a shot and you’re not a huge fan of needles but-”

leon cuts you off by pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. he smiles when you pull away, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “i’d be honored to help you.”

you pull him into a final kiss before getting out of bed with a small smile. “i’ll go get everything.”

leon is sitting up on the edge of your bed when you return. he fidgets with his fingers for a few seconds as you everything out on your bedside table before reaching over to take his hand into yours. you squeeze it gently for reassurance. “are you sure you want to do this?”

“yeah,” he nods. “will you talk me through this?”

“of course,” you nod. “here.” leon takes the syringe, carefully removing it from the packaging and taking the needle cover off. “push the needle down into the rubber stopper,” you instruct. leon sets the vial down on a table as your hands hover over his to help him carefully insert it. “now flip it upside down and fill it to the line.”

“like this?” he asks, carefully taking the medication into the syringe.

“that’s perfect,” you smile. “then pull it out and check for air bubbles.” leon carefully flicks the side of the syringe until you nod, pulling the band of your sweatpants down to expose your thigh. you chuckle as his face flushes slightly as you reach over to grab an alcohol pad to clean the skin.

leon remains silent as you position his hands against the middle of your thigh, angling the needle correctly. “push down in one motion.” he glances up at you for reassurance one final time. you nod, gently resting your hands on top of his. “don’t worry. you’ll do great. i know you will.”

he nods, carefully pushing the needle down and then injecting the medication in a single, smooth motion. “good. that was perfect,” you smile, removing the needle yourself and setting it aside in a designated sharps box. leon’s eyes linger on your leg as you move to sit beside him once again.

“does it hurt?”

“the shot? no. it feels kinda like a flu shot, but… better,” you smile. leon brushes a hand against your thigh for a second before you move to pull your sweatpants back up. you move a little closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “what are you so busy thinking about?”

leon wraps an arm around your waist as you shift to straddle his lap. his hands ghost against your hips as he leans up to pull you into a sweet kiss. “it’s just… i’m so lucky to have you. you’re smart, and loyal, and handsome,” you cut him off with a chuckle that makes him smile before he keeps going. “you’re everything i could ever hope for in a boyfriend. i’m so in love with you.”

you smile, tilting his head up and pulling him into another kiss. leon smiles into it, lips quirking upwards against your own. you press a final peck against his lips when you pull away. “i’m in love with you too.”

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djeterg19 · 3 months

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The ForceBook brain rot is real when you buy two separate pairs of needle stoppers so you can make a set like this. I regret absolutely nothing because it's adorable.

#forcebook #knitting #if you cant mix your interests what even is the point

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artist-ellen · 2 years

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Sansa, Queen of the North

Raise your hand if this is the redesign you've been waiting for (me too, reaching this outfit/theme was a great goal to keep focused on).

(Rant incoming about her tv show coronation gown. If you like it, power to you) Again, it's one of those show stoppers that the show technically had a good idea for but the execution...missed the mark for me. I don't know if the lighting killed the vibe or something but.... I was so hyped when they were putting on the sleeves.. but then they revealed the bodice and the crown.... (TT^TT). The pattern/texture is waaaay too busy and the crown is sadly underwhelming (p.s. I'm really not a fan of her dom/dark needle Lady Winterfell tv dress and this show coronation dress is just part 2 of that with cooler sleeves).

Anyway I did really love the sleeves so I started there. Added simple pale grey over gown, alluded to previous "Northern" fashion styles, letting the silhouette and the red of her hair do most of the talking. This is about how calm/simple/elegant she is in this moment.

I am the artist!!! Don’t repost without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: Instagram , Patreon

#sansa stark #house stark #queen of the north #long live the queen #the north #winter is coming #historically inspired #redesigning heroines #character design #costume design #digital illustration #lnart #redesigning game of thrones #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls

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breannasfluff · 2 years

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Encantober 21: Change

Art from @junosaccount! Thanks for collaborating!

“Hold still!” Pepa slaps Julieta’s shoulder, fortunately not with the hand holding a needle.

Out of the triplets, Julieta isn’t the one to be squeamish about blood and pain, yet here she is. 20 years old and piercing her ears in solidarity with her sister and brother.

Happy birthday to me. Then again, after enough liquor, everything sounds like a good idea.

“You gotta…hold still, Juli, you keep squirming away.” Pepa gestures at Bruno, who’s tentatively patting his earring. He leaves off and comes over to grab Julieta’s shoulders.

“Is that still clean?” she tries.

Pepa looks at her, then the needle. “I already disinfected your skin and stuck the needle in the candle flame.”

“Maybe you can disinfect the needle, too?”

“You’re stalling.” Still, Pepa follows her suggestion. “This is silly, your magic would heal any problems.”

She winces, despite the truth. “But it’s going to hurt!”

Pepa waves it away. “A few seconds of pain for a lifetime of earrings!” She puts the stopper in place behind Julieta’s ear. “Now hold still—”

Julieta faints, slumping in Bruno’s grasp.

When she comes to, her ears sting. “Ow—” food is shoved in her mouth and she automatically chews. The pain vanishes. “What happened?”

Pepa and Bruno sit on the floor next to her. Bruno looks suspiciously like he’s holding back laughter.

“You,” Pepa starts, “our gifted healer, who deals with injuries and blood every day, fainted before I even pierced your ears.”

Grimacing, Julieta raises a hand to her ears, feeling small hoops that weren’t there before. “You did it while I was out?” She turns a betrayed look on the two.

Bruno shrugs. “You held still like that and didn’t have to deal with the pain. See? It’s all over now.”

It’s true, her magic took away the pain before it could really sink in. She looks at her two siblings; Pepa’s got matching hoops and Bruno has a single one. “What’s Mamá going to say?”

Pepa passes her a bottle of liquor. “Who cares what she says! It’s our birthday! Let loose a little.”

Julieta never lets loose. As Bruno falls out of favor with Mamá, Julieta is being slid into his place and expected to be the responsible one. She touches her earrings one more time. “You're right! We’re young. Now give me that bottle.”

All three of them adjust their hairstyle the next day to show off the new additions. Pepa pulls her hair back in a braid and Julieta piles hers into a bun. Bruno’s hair is long enough to pull back into a ponytail, curls brushing the back of his neck. His earring flashes in the light, matching his sly grin.

“Just wait till Mamá sees,” he hisses at Pepa.

She elbows him and sticks her nose in the air. “Just go to breakfast, Brunito.”

Julieta follows them, sliding quietly into her chair at the table.

Mamá glances up, then back at her plate, then up again. “Hmm,” she says.

Bruno and Julieta share a look.

“Pepa, you have earrings.”

She nods, glaring at the small cloud that pops in over her head.

Mamá’s gaze slides down the table. “Julieta, you have earrings as well.”

“Yes, Mamá.” She rubs her spoon, uncomfortable with the attention.

“Care to explain?”

Pepa kicks her under the table, which Julieta takes as say something. “We decided to pierce our ears for our birthday. I made sure everything was clean, though, and my food of course healed them right away.

“Julieta fainted!” Bruno could never keep his mouth shut when he should. He grunts, likely because Pepa stomped on his foot.

Mamá’s frown is growing deeper adding wrinkles across her face. She turns her attention to Bruno. “And you didn’t stop—wait.” Squinting, she leans forward. “Are you wearing an earring…too?”

“Well…we were drinking and…” Bruno’s glee is rapidly draining.

“All three of you pierced your ears, on your own, under the influence of liquor?” Mamá stands, hands planted firmly on the table.

Bruno sinks into his seat and Julieta starts planning escape routes. “Ah—” he throws one more frantic look at his siblings. “Pepa made me do it?”

“Bruno!”

Pepa’s thunder accentuates the yell. Bruno bolts with Pepa in pursuit. Mamá watches them go and sighs, shaking her head. “Julieta, I expected better of you.”

“Yes, Mamá,” she whispers, ducking her head. She hates disappointing her. Still, the slight weight and sway of her new earrings lights a warm glow in her chest. It’s a small change, but still—it’s rebellion enough for her.

#encantober #change #junosaccount #breannasfluff #my writing #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #encanto #disney encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fan art

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aurelion-solar · 10 months

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Soul Fighters - Legends of Runeterra Spells

Pyke's Death From Below & Bone Skewer

Nidalee's Ambush, Prowl & Javelin Toss

Gwen's Thread the Needle & Snip Snip!

Viego's Despair

Samira's Flair & All Out

Sett's Show Stopper & Facebreaker

Jhin's Dancing Grenade, Deadly Flourish, Lotus Trap & Curtain Call

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fandonnavyce · 2 months

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Jason In Wonderland - Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

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Jason asked once again why a King in this Supernatural Dimension would have any interest in him. But the couple only gave cryptic answers before speeding away on their motorcycle. The two giggling, "You're his type", was the straightest answer he got before the couple disappeared out of view.

“OK so it doesn’t matter which way I go; it’s only a short Hunt away,” Jason tried to psych himself up. His eyes roved the unnatural expanse before him. Jason decided to pick the direction which could only be labelled as Away.

He kicked his feet and felt his body push forward.

...

Jason had been a little too busy screaming in agony and then being stuck in maddening conversation. But (as he felt his body bob along merrily) Jason realised something.

He was flying!

There was nothing solid beneath his feet; nothing was supporting him. Gravity had no hold on him. He was floating in a green-tinted void!

Holding his arms in an aeroplane pose, Jason allowed his body to tilt. And he started flying in his leaned direction. Giddily, Jason did loop-de-loops. Because he was flying! Jason did a few laps, picking up speed, getting faster and faster, circling and tumbling everywhere. Spiralling high at accelerating speed, before nose-diving below headfirst, burrowing into neverending depths. Then freezing in place. At the instant of a thought.

A massive grin was on Jason's face as he laughed in delight. How did Kyrptonians bear not just flying all the goddamn time?

...

Skulker’s Island really was unmissable.

Jason spotted the floating island with its landmark Skull and soared over. He made sure to climb high and ascended over the island. With his bird-eye’s view of the Island, like an optical illusion or a trick of the light, he could now see the Revolving River of Doors. An uncountable number of purple doors of abstract design floating in corkscrew spirals, drifting in orbiting revolutions. A swirling river of doors as far as he could see. Jason tried to spot which door might be the one to Gotham from a distance. But all the doors looked as spooky and avant garde as each other from here. He decided to get closer.

Jason hemmed and hawed in front of a purple door. Out of all the purple doors it surely did match the description, ‘A Purple Travesty to Gothic Art Deco’. However, there was one little problem. It was far too small. It was the size of a mouse hole.

Jason crouched down and patted his finger tip against it in an imitation of a door knock. The door warmed at his touch, pulsing in mirrored response. Jason blinked in wonder. “Huh. Ok. Excuse me, sorry, is this the door to Gotham? I would like to go through.”

The tiny door warmed again but this time with the whirring of a buffering electronic. Then it materialised a black bubble. Which burst and Jason reflexively caught what was inside into the open palm of his hand. It was a thimble-sized bottle. A whiskey decanter with a fancy crystallised stopper with a black ribbon wrapped around its neck which read in cursive silver,

“DRINK ME”.

But Jason wasn’t an idiot. He was a born and bred Gothamite. Uncorking the bottle he lightly sniffed it. It didn’t smell of Joker Venom, any of Scarecrow’s fear toxins, Poison Ivy’s preferred pheromones, or any of the less specialised and more common drugs and poison.

Cautiously, Jason dabbed a drop onto his fingertip and licked. It tasted like one of Alfred’s hot chocolates, thick, sweet, and creamy. In unthinking delight, Jason gulped the rest down.

As he savoured the aftertaste, Jason felt pins and needles crawl all up and down his arms and legs. Then between one blink and the next, the door was the perfect size. Jason lifted his hand onto the adorned black brass door handle and swung the door open. Arrogantly rolling with shadowy furls, thick smog languidly spilled out into his face. Jason smirked. ‘Good ol’ Gotham,’ Jason thought to himself.

For the second time that day he stepped across dimensions.

Unfortunately, it became real apparent that Jason had not returned to Gotham City, Earth.

Jason Todd sorely wished that he’d been more specific when asking for directions. For he had landed in Gotham. But it was even more obvious that he had arrived in Gotham, the Supernatural Otherworld Edition. (The sky was still a void of swirling haunting preternatural green. But there was a misty haze to everything, a blur that went beyond Gotham’s smog.) Or at least an Impressionist version of them. It was like the defined lines of reality were brushing up against each other and smudging; the glances leaving each other more indistinct with each faint touch.

Jason walked down semi-familiar busy streets amid Gothamites who were the shades of people and echoes of walking crowds; indistinct and blurry; a constructed memory re-enacted. Jason eyed up and down the front window of Tony’s. One of his favourite pizza joints, who’s owner was one of Red Hood’s. Unlike its neighbouring buildings, Tony’s was brought into sharp relief.

“Curiouser and curiouser.”

“̷̼͗My̸̜̍ ̷͎̈b̴̬͋el̷̻̉ov̸͇̌e̵͚̓ḓ̷̓ ̶͇͒Re̶̫͗d̵̬͌ ̸̩͝Kń̵̲i̷̘͌g̸ĥ̷̡t̴̮̓,̵͎̿ ̶͙̋wh̸̽a̶̼̍t̸͔̉ ̷̢̿ma̵͕͝ỳ̵̧ ̸͔̀ȳ̶͎o̶͉͠u ḇ̵̕e̴̖͊ ̵̝͒dǫ̴͘i̴n̴̠̄g̸̪͝ ̶̭́h̵̺́er̶̢̈́e̴̪̋?"(surprise, delight, wonder)

Jason spun around. His surroundings blurred out-of-focus and were swallowed up into indistinct smog. All of the reality’s focus was concentrated on the figure before him:

Lady Gotham.

There was no way else to describe them. Just like how the Statue of Liberty was Lady Liberty; this blood-headed figure begowned in the velvet black of a shadowy night’s bewitching mysteries; bedecked in the poor man’s sweat and tears turned oil-black svelte evening gloves, and adorned with the anguished screams trapped in resplendent pearls that hung like noose around her neck and dripped like spilled blood from her earrings.

Of course she was Gotham.

Jason bows. “Lady Gotham” he greets. “I seek your help. I’m not where I wish to be.”

Gotham laughs. It’s the screech of a night owl, the scrape of fork against a porcelain plate, the mirthless titter of a socialite. It puts Jason’s teeth on edge.

“Not all who wander are lost.” Gotham smiled. It was cruel. It was uncaring. It was welcoming. “A̵̍̑͜r̶̞̳͋e ̸͍͜͝ÿ̶̢̥́o̸u No̸̖̯̽t̴͘ Họ̸̅̅m̸̿ẻ̸̩͘?̷̅ M̴̢͙̜͇͓̂̑̉͝͝¥̶̖͙͖͇̳̃̿͑́͠ Sð̶͓͚̟̟͚͗̅̃̋̒ñ̸(Mine, mine, MINE)(My-Twice-Born)(My Red Knight)(My Beloved Bloody Butcherbird).”

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dead on main #jason todd #crossover danuary week 2024

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glitterpeachtree · 7 months

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You were stabbed by Lloyd. You were laying on the ground basically unconscious. Six ran up to you and felt for a pulse. He then listened to make sure your airways were clear. In doing so he lifted your chin up to ease your breathing.

"(Y/N)? (Y/n)? You with me?" You fluttered your eyes going in and out of consciousness. Next he lifted your shirt to see your stab wound. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around your waist, tying it to stop the bleeding. You had already lost a lot of blood. You were white, and shaky. Court pressed on your wound with one hand as he took your pulse again with the other. You winced, making a moaning sound.

"Sorry. Gotta stop the bleeding. Try to stay awake. Look at me." I kept blinking my eyes I was very light headed. A couple of minutes later he lifted me in his arms and put me in a truck. Court leaned my seat all the way back and elevated my legs on the dash. I was in shock. Court zoomed through town.

Finally he lifted me into a small closed clinic. Only one nurse was there, she was a part of Fitzroy's network.

He rushed me inside, "She's lost a lot of blood." Courtland laid me on a bed.

The nurse noticed how pale I was. "She's need a hospital. Im just a nurse." The nurse said.

"That's okay. I know field medicine. Just get two units of O neg, IV tubing, and saline. Also a suture kit, and lidocaine." He said quickly. He gently took off the jacket that was holding your wounds together.

"Hurts." I slurred.

"It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna stitch it up okay? Try to relax." Court brushed the side of my face with his hand. The nurse came back with supplies.

"Can you set up the blood infusion? Hand me the clorahexidine and lidocaine." I could hear Court washing his hands, and putting gloves on. He poured the clorahexidine in my wound. I winced at how cold it felt. Next he inserted the needle. That hurt a bit. I flinched.

"Deep breath. It'll be numb in a second. Just keep breathing." He waited a couple minutes, then I heard a metal clank. He was now suturing my incision. I don't remember much from this. I lost consciousness. But next thing I knew, I had a big bandage across my waist. I also had an IV going in my arm. A blood transfusion. Court placed me in the car, and the nurse put a bunch of medical items in the back. I was so cold, I started shivering. The unamed nurse put a scratchy blanket over me.

"Good luck Mr. Gentry." The nurse said.

"Thanks." Court said.

.....

I slept for most of the ride. I kept feeling Courtland holding my wrist for a couple seconds to make sure I still had a pulse. When I came to, I woke up in a small bedroom, and IV in my arm. It was being held up by a coat rack. I started coughing a little bit.

Courtland came into view, and held a glass of water to my mouth. "Easy. Take it slow." He set the glass down next to me. I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open. "The morphine is probably making you drowsy. Just rest." He softly squeezed my hand.

......

The next day I felt a bit more awake. I was awake for couple minutes before Court checked on me.

"Oh. You're awake. How are you feeling? You're due for another dose of morphine." Court said. He crouched so that he was in your field of vision.

"I feel kind of floaty?" My voice came out rough and quiet.

"Probably blood sugar. I got apple juice." Court turned around and offered orange juice. I took a couple of sips with his help, I was still kind of shaky.

"You need morphine?" Court asked.

"No." I simply said.

"You're not in pain?" He questioned.

"I am. Don't want to get addicted." I said as I rested my eyes. My brother had a drug problem and it scared me to death to end up like him.

"You're not gonna get addicted if you need it." He ignored my request and took the syringe, plunging it into the vial and then pulled back on the stopper to the correct dosage. He then injected it into your IV. I was too tired to argue.

"Let's look at the damage." Court gestured to my wound. He then went into the bathroom and washed his hands, and collected chlorhexidine and a new bandage.

He started to peel away the old bandage. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Safe house." He simply said he was inspecting my wound, making sure the stitches were still intact, and that there was no sign of infection.

"What are you, a doctor?" I asked.

He looked up at me and said, "Not exactly. I was taught battlefield medicine." He started pouring and dabbing away with antiseptic.

"Ow." I winced.

"Sorry." He mumbled. He waited a minute for the antiseptic to dry, and then he applied a clean new bandage. I shortly fell asleep from the morphine as Court checked on me every half hour.

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rukafais · 5 months

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Doing a bit of before-bed doodling for Artemis' terrifically edgy belt buckle poison knife (affectionate) based off the original text description. Knife reference sourced from this site, apparently folding knives were a whole thing! Switchblades have a venerable history apparently!

And of course, the belt-buckle dagger showed the very finest craftsmanship and enchantment. Never once had it failed to spring open to Barrabus’s command. Its poison delivery system, real human veins etched along the five-inch blade that pumped poison to the edges and the point, was one of the more remarkable weapons the assassin had ever carried. All Barrabus had to do was fill the “heart” of the knife, set in the hilt, and with the slightest of pressure, he could make that poison flow to its deadly blade.

[...]

Barrabus held his knife hilt up. He flipped back the retractable bottom half of the ball counterweight at the base of the knife, revealing a hollow needle. Onto this he jabbed the rubber stopper of the phial. Barrabus’s eyes sparkled as he watched the translucent heart of the knife fill with the yellow liquid.

#artemis entreri #legend of drizzt #its a bit difficult since belt buckle knives are shockingly hard to get a good reference for that makes them...make sense to me lmao #but i like the idea of an enchanted buckle that quite literally turns into a knife on command #rukart

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louisarmpits · 8 days

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I was about to buy the CUTEST knitting needle stoppers for $8 BUT SHIPPING WAS $25?!?!?!!!!???????

#I FUCKING HATE LIVING IN CANADA

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luxlightly · 8 months

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Post canon Astarion snippit

Giving this its own post. Basically Astarion contemplating the possibility of becoming a full vampire after discovering Tav saved a vial of Cazador's blood. --

Astarion rolls the vial back and forth between his fingers for the hundredth time, feeling the faint prickle of magic beneath his fingertips.

Sealing runes of all different types adorn the glass and stopper. Courtesy of that foul sanguine experimentalist drow. Astarion seethes at the idea of his beloved having to give up more blood to that horrible woman in exchange for her service, but he concedes that she's no doubt the most qualified for the task.

No one really knows much about vampires or how the "affliction" is passed from sire to spawn. Vampires are secretive by nature. Any knowledge about them could be used against them. Therefore, no one knows exactly what quality about a sire's blood makes it such that consuming it elevates their spawn to true vampirism and so no one could know exactly what properties would need to be preserved in order to store it for later consumption with the effect being likewise preserved.

Even Araj couldn't say. She apparently preserved the state of the blood perfectly at the precise moment it was sealed, but it's possible that the fact Cazador is dead now, alone, may mean the blood is powerless to grant true vampirism. Or the fact it was drawn after his death. Or drawn with a needle and not with fang. Or simply because it had not been Cazador's choice that he should have it.

It may well be that the contents of the vial in his hands is nothing more than a bit of cold, worthless blood drawn from a corpse. Not even worth the glass it's stored in.

Or, maybe not.

Maybe in his hands, Astarion holds the means to become a true vampire. Capable of siring his own spawn. Of turning to mist or summoning wolves and bats. Of creating thralls and controlling minds.

Of turning Tav.

Of preserving his love forever. Extending their life together into eternity.

He rolls the vial back and forth, his eyes fixed on some spot in the middle distance, thoughts far away.

"I wanted you to have a choice," Tav had said, when the Astarion had spotted the vial amongst the other potions they'd collected in their travels through the Underdark.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to ever doubt I support the decision you made, or to think that you need to change a single thing about you. I just wanted you to have the choice."

Choice.

Something so simple yet so powerful. So liberating. So terrifying.

Choice is freedom. But it's also accountability. It's guilt. Blame. Responsibility.

Regret.

Living with one's choices. The ever present possibility of making a choice one cannot live with.

In the ritual chamber, he'd come so close to losing everything. To becoming something unspeakable. To becoming Cazador in all but name. The thought of what would have happened if Tav hadn't talked him down haunts him still.

What might he lose if he drinks the contents of this vial?

They say a vampire lord cannot know love. Only hunger for power. That they cannot care. Only control.

Of course, they also say a vampire spawn cannot feel anything but hunger for blood. That they are all but mindless husks, incapable of feeling beyond bloodlust.

Astarion knows he can be more than his hunger for blood. He knows what he is as a spawn. Who he is. But as a true vampire? He doesn't know.

Maybe he'd be the same. Just with a few more powers to boot. Like when a sorcerer unlocks new abilities of their magical bloodline or a wizard unlocks the mastery of another level of spellcraft.

Or maybe he'd grow cold and power hungry like Cazador, like the version of himself he came so close to becoming that day. Maybe his love even for Tav would turn wicked and cruel. Maybe he'd lose the sliver of a soul he'd worked so hard to nurture. Maybe he'd lose everything he and his love had fought so hard to preserve.

Or maybe nothing would happen at all. Just a brief taste of stale blood. There's always a chance.

A bottled chance.

A bottled choice.

He rolls the vial between his fingers.

#Astarion #Astarion Ancunin #Baldur's Gate #Baldur's Gate 3 #Astarion Baldur's Gate #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #spoilers #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate #baldur's gate spoilers

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caseyscraftycorner · 1 year

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Knooking FAQ!

So as one of the very, very few people who knooks, I figured I should write a little post explaining what it is, how it's done, why I knook, and where you can learn more.

Disclaimer: I do not knit traditionally! my knowledge of traditional knitting styles is entirely from various failed attempts to learn and translating tutorials for knooking!

What is knooking?

Knooking is, basically, a different way to knit. Instead of using two needles, you use a modifed crochet hook. The hook has an eye at the butt end, which you thread a cord (or some scrap yarn) through. The cord is used like one needle, holding the live stitches, while the hook is used like the other needle, working the stitches. Once you're done working that row, you pull the cord out from the finished row, slide the live stitches onto the cord, turn, and then keep going! This also means that you don't need anything special to knook in the round -- while short rows can be difficult (more on that later), you just periodically pull the cord through the stitches that are already done, and keep going.

Are there different styles of knooking?

Oh boy are there! The knooking subreddit has a good breakdown Here. The two main styles are Japanese and Western, but some folks also use an Eastern Euopean style. I learned Eastern Euorpean first, which was easier to learn but not as versatile (you can't stack knits on knits or purls on purls) and then moved to Japanese style after I got a better feel for the motions. I tried knooking Western, but I just could never get it to work for me, for some reason. I kept getting my stitches twisted.

Why haven't I heard of this before?

Well, most people don't want or need a new way to knit, which already puts knooking on the backfoot. But also, knooking was invented in Japan in the early 1990s! That means that not only is it really new, it was also difficult to find resources for it that were in English for a long time. So, it remains uncommon.

So, is it like Tunisian crochet?

Not really! Tunisian crochet has a forward pass to make the stitches and a backward pass to close them. Knooking is, fundementally, just a different way to knit. The stitches are always live. Tunisian crochet, for that reason, needs special patterns, while you can translate regular knitting patterns to work for knooking.

Why would someone knook?

Well, lots of reasons. It's sometimes easier for folks whose first fibercraft was crochet to pick up knooking than it is to learn to knit traditionally. Some crocheters use it as a stepping stone towards learning a traditional way to knit, since it can imbed intuition of how stitches are formed, but with a more familiar tool. Others just find it easier, for any number of reasons. For me, personally, knitting is really hard on my hands due to my physical disability, and it's also really hard for me to conceptualize how it works. I tried knitting a lot of different ways, and the only one that made sense to me and didn't make my wrists and fingers hurt was knooking.

What are the pros of knooking? What about the cons?

The main pro is that it's just easier for some folks. If you already know how to knit, it's probably not worth it to learn knooking. It takes specialized tools that can be hard to find, and patterns require a little bit of translation sometimes. Some specific knitting motions, like many decreases, are actually usually easier on a knook than on needles, because you can easily pull one stitch through another using the hook.

There are also cons. As I said, you do need a specific type of hook for knooking, and while some corded tunisian hooks can work if the stopper at the end is removed, if you don't own one of those already then you're gonna need to buy a knook. Luckily, Hobbii sells them, but they don't sell cords as far as I know. Also, it can really, really suck to learn. You know how crocheting into the chain is awful when you're starting out? Yeah, learning how to purl was like that. There's also not a lot of resources, especially not in english, and many of them don't specify which style of knooking they're using. Since the three main styles are fundementally non-compatible -- you can't purl japanese style and knit western, you'll twist your stitches -- it can be hard to figure out exactly what you're doing wrong. Also, short rows can be difficult, since you can't just use multiple needles, so items like socks can be annoying to knook. Though, they are entirely possible! Just annoying.

Where can I learn more?

Reddit.com/r/knooking. Hands down the best pile of resources on the topic. Start with their Start Here Page and explore from there. The community is nice and helpful, there was a whole journey of helping one person knook some socks and it was really great and wholesome. I've posted a bunch of stuff there, too. It's a great community with great resources, and I've learned basically everything I know about knooking from their wiki.

#casey rambles #knooking #knooking faq #knitting #knitblr

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