#get out of a rut

[hillbillyoracle]

Roll Table - Have a Random Day!

Not every entry will be applicable for every person, feel free to reroll or tweak where necessary.

d4 - Mix Up Your Morning Routine

Listen to a new/different playlist

Text someone you’re thinking of them

Get a little extra movement in

Make yourself a small treat

d6 - 15 Minute Clean

Bedroom

Bathroom

Kitchen

Living Room

Other Area

Car + Purse

d8 - Physical

Do a strength focused workout

Do a yoga flow

Go for a long walk

Do a cardio focused workout

Hygiene task you’ve procrastinated

Fill up a water bottle

Stretch thoroughly

Have an at home spa hour

d10 - Intellectual

Write a post about something you’ve learned + publish it

Start/work on a MOOC or CE course you’re interested in

Listen to an audiobook while you stim or craft

Research an interesting topic for an hour

Add a few books to your TBR; start one

Read a random page on Wikipedia

Spend (extra) time learning a language

Learn a new aspect of a craft or hobby you enjoy

Do a puzzle (crossword, sudoku, actual puzzle)

Play an RPG, board game, or card game solo (pref: no screens)

d% - Emotional + Spiritual

Write 3 pages stream of consciousness

Meditate for 20 minutes

TMS journaling for 20 minutes

Pull a tarot spread + make notes

Spend 20 minutes reading a sacred text

Make a decision tree

Write a letter then destroy it

Spend time in prayer or with a rosary

Audit your friendships - how well are you doing?

Give an offering to the ancestors or other spirits you work with

d12 - Environment

Make any health, beauty, or car appointments you need

Do another 15 minute clean in the same area

Do a task you’ve put off for at least a week

Run errands you’ve been meaning to

Go through paper clutter and toss a few things

Meal plan and/or go over grocery list thoroughly

Do a load of laundry (or a bonus one)

Prep for a disaster in some small way

Clean one thing that’s been bothering you

Make your space a little happier in some way

Add some greenery to your space

Do a thorough braindump

d20 - Random Encounter

Pick up litter somewhere near you

Go find a geocache near you

Do a good deed for someone in need

Identify a new-to-you plant nearby

Stand barefoot outside for 5 minutes

Make a fake flyer, put it up somewhere

Watch a movie you’ve heard very little about

Go to the Library or a Little Free Library

Write a letter to a friend or loved one + send it

Cook a new to you lunch or dinner

Take 5 pictures of interesting things

Redecorate your room in some way

Do/buy something for a friend

Take a selfie at/in a place you’ve never been

Create some art

Spend time on a hobby

Make yourself a treat at home

Grab yourself a small treat out

Chill in a third location (not home or work)

Buy yourself something small off your Wishlist

[awetfrog]

girls night out

[theerastour]

tolerateit's editing prompt of the month: typography

ha! ha! ha! I can't even say it with a straight face...

[m1stm3]

now playing…

won’t bite!! by doja cat

↺ |◁ II ▷| ♡

tattoo artist! suguru x body piercer! reader

is everyone excited for friday the 13th flash sales. ik i am.

cw’s!!: none!!! ^.^

wc: 1k (on the dot!!)

“alright, so-“

the clap that comes from your gloved hands is horrendously loud and you’re wincing before you can control your expression. you mutter out a small “sorry” when you turn to face suguru, a sheepish little smile spreading across your lips.

“anyways, um-“ you’re trying your best not to stare. “do you mind opening your mouth? for the anatomy check.”

he lets out a little hum, parting his lips while you move closer. you’re really trying not to stare — in a creepy way, at least. you kinda had to stare right now…

this part of the process is quick and easy (thank god), your mind more focused on making sure you won’t hit a vein and make your boss bleed out and die… and that the little dot that you put on his tongue is centered. that’s also important.

you switch out your gloves for the last time, your mind suddenly grateful for the opportunity to keep your hands busy instead of mindlessly fidgeting as you speak.

“so the aftercare is pretty easy…” you trail off, your hands unwrapping the needle and getting your clamps ready. “alcohol free mouthwash every time you eat or drink something, soft foods for the first three or four days, ice for swelling, blahblahblah…” he looks amused at your words and you silently thank whatever gods are listening.

“this part hurts more than the actual needle, in my opinion…” you mumble under your breath when you clamp the pink muscle. you line up the needle on the underside of his tongue and pray that he can’t feel how hot your cheeks are with the sudden closeness.

“alright, breath in… and out…” his nose crinkles when you push the needle through but he doesn’t flinch other than that.

your voice is all comfort and sweetness after that, a soft “good job” leaving your lips as you take the clamp off and prep the jewelry. you try to ignore the way his lidded eyes follow your every movement.

“keep your tongue out aaaand… done.” you hum, handing him a mirror when you take your gloves off. you’re nervous — not because he’s your boss (though that’s definitely a factor) but because it’s him.

a smile spreads across his lips as he studies the shiny silver and you feel the need to fill the silence.

“you did really good! most people flinch because of adrenaline n’stuff.” you give him a little thumbs up and almost immediately regret the awkward motion when he chuckles in response.

“i appreciate you making space in your schedule for me. you’re quite gentle for someone who stabs people for a living.” he muses. there’s the slightest lisp to his words now but he doesn’t seem to notice. you do though. you definitely do.

your hands are back to fidgeting with anything they can reach, the hem of your top being the current victim.

“i’m only as good as my client.” your voice is soft and his smile grows. you don’t know whether the slight tension is the air is genuine or just you being hopeful.

“um- i forgot to mention-“ you finally manage to squeak out after the — very short — quiet moment. “no… oral activities for the next six weeks.” you don’t know why you’re so embarrassed saying this! you go on this spiel almost everyday! you’re both adults!

“i know that’s one of the main appeals of the piercing but it’s a huge risk for infection so…” you trail off. it was a sad attempt at a joke, but it was still an attempt. a for effort!

your small — very small — victory is cut off as soon as you see him raise an eyebrow at your words and suddenly you want to curl up into a ball and rot for the rest of your life.

“‘one of the main appeals’, huh? is that why you got yours done?” if it were anybody else it’d be so easy to just laugh it off and move on, but obviously the universe has something against you so now you’re left hopelessly letting out a laugh that is way too stiff while your eyes frantically dart to the clock on the wall.

and finally, finally, you’re thrown a bone.

“ah! my 2:30’s gonna be here in a few, sorry!” you’re suddenly shuffling around your station, eyes glued to the metal tray that you had your tools on earlier.

“let me know if you need anything, ‘kay? i’ll get you in here in a week or two to downsize.” you send him a short smile, your voice the polite chirp he was used to hearing when you talked to clients.

he doesn’t move for a moment and you have to hold back the urge to say anything else and dig a deeper hole for yourself.

you’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even hear him moving closer to you until he’s already pressing folded bills into your palm.

“for your troubles, yeah?” it’s the smallest mutter by your ear that’s gone before you can even protest, the shuffle of the curtain closing being the only indication that you didn’t just hallucinate how close he got.

you manage to collect yourself while you’re counting the bills he handed to you (the cost of the piercing and then some, by the way…. you told him you’d do it for free).

and you think you’re fine, you really do! until your phone pings! with a new text.

‘my books are always open for you, by the way.’

another text.

‘it’d be an honor to be the first to tattoo you, if you’d let me :)’

you react to the message with a heart… and also mentally plan out a design for the rest of the day. totally chill.

[tsukiyo-7]

Right now, you're smitten.

[chongoblog]

I've been obsessed with Risk of Rain 2, of course I'm making a mashup with a song from its OST

[licorishh]

so uhhh happy valentine's day i suppose !!

shoves this in your face and runs away

so. uh. yyyyyeah. when i said i liked all interpretations of their dynamic equally i uh. i lied. and to be totally and completely and 100% honest with you it speaks volumes to the state of the internet that i have been legitimately afraid to say that like i've genuinely been debating and turning it over in my head and arguing with myself about it for days because i don't want people frickin' YELLING at me and telling me to off myself because i like a dadgum fictional ship but it's valentine's and my friend has been hyping up the crap outta me so i'm past the point of having a reasonable excuse to chicken out (and i know myself and if i don't do it today then i likely won't do it at all)

anyway words actually cannot express how obsessed i am with post-o66 aus in which they stay together (largely because i so completely refuse to believe they'd be willing to split up after THAT, ESPECIALLY that soon) so yeah shoutout to the softest fluffiest gut-punch-iest pair in the galaxy to whom everything bad has happened but who stay silly despite the horrors

[pokeberry5]

If you are still taking requests, may I please inquire if I could have a drawing of Jason and Tim working together as a team, please?

this probably isnt exactly what you had in mind, but i think that red robin and batboy from that one death in the family movie ending are so precious

the cowl in question:

bonus:

[timetodiverge]

A final VQB (Very Quick Bee/B2EMO) to celebrate two days to Andor Season Two!!

Very Quick Bix #1 / #2 / #3 / Brasso / B2EMO / My Art

[demytrixi]

headcanon that isobel loves when aylin speaks celestial......

[palesweetsdeer]

Heats & Ruts

It’s headcanon time again, this time about the ghouls’ heat and rut cycles. This is gonna be a bit long, strap in

Heat and Rut (general): 

modern ghouls can’t reproduce, neither sexually nor asexually. They lost that power eons ago when Lucifer decided there were too many of them in Hell. For a short period of time they were able to conceive children with humans but over the years they lost that privilege as well (this time by the hands of Archangel Michael). However, they still get ruts and heats, the instinct to breed still somewhat intact with the majority of the ghouls. 

heats and ruts are based off a ghoul’s quintessence, not their biological gender (which is a very undefined thing with ghouls anyway). Since quintessence embodies the soul of a ghoul, it’s a very important part. There are practical and emotional ghouls. Emotional ghouls get heats, practical ghouls get ruts. Basically: think with the head, you get ruts / think with the heart, you get heats 

the cycles vary with element. 

Earth & Water: Begin of Spring and Winter 

Fire & Air: Begin of Summer and Autumn 

Multi: End of Summer, Winter and Spring 

Quintessence: Middle of Summer and Winter 

the intensity of cycles is fluctuating as well and can stop entirely. For example, Omega’s ruts stopped completely after Terzo’s death because his body saw no reason for hypothetical reproduction without his mate 

Heats: a ghoul in heat is either very submissive (Phantom) or very aggressive (Swiss). They usually know how to express their desires and will whine or tear stuff apart if they’re not met correctly. Ghouls in heat are very vulnerable but also extremely tough. If they express the wish to be left alone, it’s best to comply or one might risk getting torn to shreds. A heat lasts for about six days  → “Put a baby in me or I’ll rip your guts out”

Ruts: a ghoul in rut is extremely dependent and clingy, often picking out one or two rut-mates to spend their time with and not letting them leave until they’re done. They’re not as aggressive as ghouls in heat but they’re definitely a lot more possessive and protective. Ruts last for eight days, ten, if the quintessence of the ghoul is particularly strong → “Let me put a baby in you. I’ll cry if not” 

Half ghouls (aka Perpetua): a half ghoul’s cycle is based off the element their ghoul parent was affiliated with (Quintessence, in V’s case). Half ghouls are unable to get ruts since their ‘weaker’ human nature cancels out the dominance of their ghoul side. However, their heats are not very strong and could easily be described as a ‘four day long ovulation period’. Which is a little weird if you’re male but nobody gives a fuck about that. 

Ghouls who go into heats:

Dewdrop

Aurora

Cirrus

Phantom

Aero

Delta (used to when he was water affiliated) 

Pebble

Ifrit

Aether

Swiss

Ghouls who go into ruts: 

Rain

Mountain

Tempest 

Chain

Alpha

Omega

Crust

Lake

River

Delta

Mist

Ivy

Zephyr

Sunshine

Cumulus

Cowbell 

Phil

[glassrowboat]

Play It Safe. Anaxa.

Summary: After watching Anaxa use his firearm a little too closely these past few weeks, there's only one proper outcome that can blossom: a lesson in what it's like to be the one held at gunpoint instead of his enemy.

Warnings: NSFT, BJ (gun receiving), gun play

The safety was off.

You both knew that after the almost deafening click that followed a flick of his thumb. The action was smooth, practiced, and only plausible for a man so well equipped with his weapon he knew it in and out without even needing to use his one good eye to glance down at it. No, that was fully focused on you.

He already knew every inch, every crevice of his rifle from all the times he's taken apart, only to slowly piece it back together again.

He'd pull it apart first, just as he did you with every touch, kiss, and lick over your trembling thighs already coated in bruised from another day. He'd comment how he's barely done anything in a teasing tone, but you were already succumbing to him just as he always did you. Easily. Like second nature.

Then he'd clean the casing. the mechanisms, and the barrel all with the same tender hand he was using to point the gun at you now as it slid over your exposed chest as gently as he'd run a hankerchief between his firearm's frame, making sure every last spot of dust he kept near him was only held between weathered pages than at his side - Gooseflesh was left in its wake.

You breathed in as he pressed it harder against your navel.

"Anaxa-"

He hushed you, encouraging you to stop and simply focus on what he was doing to you instead of uttering mindless drivel. "Close your eyes and pay attention. One can learn through their other senses, too, my dear."

You, of course, obeyed. Lashes fluttering closed at his request.

The rush of having a loaded gun pointed at you, imprinting its shape into your skin. His finger wasn't even on the trigger, refusing to take that risk, but that didn't take away the thrill. One little jerk would be all it takes before you're laying before him with your legs spread open, your core on full display, and blood seeping into the bed sheets below you. But all it was soaking up was your desire permeating the air. In the low lights around you, it seemed to shine, just like the gem on the back in Anaxa's hand as it twitched when he took the sight of you in.

"Look at you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. Muddled by his own need he was trying to stifle down to watch every last reaction you provided him. His twitching cock could he dealt with later. Preferably on your tongue. "It seems we should take this one step further. To test your reactions, of course."

The barrel of his gun slid down, brushing over your bush of pubic hair to kiss your soaked folds. Just the feeling of finally having some blessed attention where you needed it the most had your hips bucking up, desperate to be filled whether it be by the weapon firmly pointed at you or his pretty fingers you could see curling around the grip with white knuckles.

He said something, another whisper, but you couldn't make it out over your own gasp of pleasure as cold steel met your clit sending a shockwave through you. "Please," you cried out, searching for more, more, more with another buck of your restless hips.

Anaxa clicked his tongue. "Didn't I tell you to focus? And yet it seems you can't even keep still and pay attention."

He muttered the word "fidgety," calling you out all as the barrel slid up and down your folds once more, slowly gathering your essence to leave it with an iridescent gleam even the oil he coats it in after a cleaning wouldn't dare compare to.

Your hazy mind is still clouded away under a fog of desire, barely able to understand how one innocent question has spiraled into this. Hey, Anaxagoras, what's it like to be held at gunpoint? And now you couldn't even utter a word as your lips wrapped around the barrel he held to your mouth; silently inviting you to indulge this newfound curiosity of yours even further.

A muffled moan sounded around the barrel as it hit the back of your throat. Jaw slowly coaxed open by Anaxa's touch. He could feel the hum of vibrations, even as your expression turned sour at the taste of oil on your tongue mixed with your slick. That's okay. After all, he'll glady wash it away with something you'd appreciate a bit more.

"There you are, now you can mind your tongue."

[xxnashiraxx]

Last Line Game 🩸

Ty for the tags @andromedaancunin, @anacdoce, & @arzen9!! 💗 Wow, I haven't done this in a while, but I figured why not! I'll share something I was writing the other night as practice during this bit of writers block. 😊 I may be cheating with two lines, but since I haven't been sharing anything lately, I think it's fine!

Her eyes blink open until blown pupils meet his, and she nods, hair a pool of ink beneath her. He can feel her tremble, can hear the blood in her veins like a rhythmic symphony with each beat of her heart.

No pressure tagging in case any of you have little snips to share 🥰: @pinkberrytea @bby-bel-art @khywren @vividiana @anacdoce @elinorbard @bum-dragon @nerdallwritey @heylittleriotact @dramatiquechipmunk @aldisobey @emmg @justabiteofspite @badbloodwitch @preciouslittlebhaalbae @lanafofana

[serafphim]

thinkin bout pooltoy yeen......

[techniccolor]

cara mia addio

[moeblob]

Ohime.