#broken lamp

[thegeekstressart]

I love my cats, but sometimes…….

This lamp belonged to my grandparents. I don’t know a whole lot about it other than that they bought it in the 1970’s and it was very expensive.

One of our cats knocked it over and broke it into about a million pieces.

My grandma was a neat lady. And she never would have thrown in the towel, or thrown away such a nice lamp over such a minor detail as it shattering into thousands of tiny bits of sharp pottery.

Grandma was an admirer of the concept of Kintsugi, and she passed that appreciation down to me.

The idea that the things we go through and the scars we collect are part of the story and beauty of it all is comforting - especially in an ever-more airbrushed world.

I am not skilled in traditional Kintsugi. But I’m happy with my personal interpretation, and I think Grandma would be too.

I kind of want to make it an ornate fringed lampshade, too … what shape though? 👀

[chronivore]

[dandididon]

I'm on repeat

[jhsharman]

Pre flight

The original drags into a fifth page with two third devoted to pen pal addresses where all the L'il Jinx fans could write all the other Li'l Jinx fans and discuss the exploits of Li'l Jinx. Ages in parantheses -- so hopefully the stray 16 year old could get more sophisticated letters than the 7 year old. Or that the pedophiles might find their preferred age of victim. Maybe I am jumping to the darkest and not statistically important overly safety conscious problem for an otherwise overwhelmingly "neato" page set-up, but I imagine that lingering concern would put the kibosh on the page today.

So, Li'l Jinx stands in the corner and escapes into fantasy land. Round about 1995 there was a kid who was set to break the World Record for Youngest Pilot -- I don't know the details beyond that if it was specified "solo" or there was a distance he had to go. As so happens he died in flight, and the great celebration of his townsfolk turned to gloom and guilt. As was the case the problem was the weather and he would have been fine had the organizers and kid pilot just waited a storm out. Nonetheless, the keepers and recorders and promoters of World Records proceeded to drop "youngest" marks from their record keeping -- lest we watch Li'l Jinx go down like The Challenger.

[whilstiveputdownthisfic]

Throwback ..

Nick's IG stories

July 9th, 2022; 9:12 a.m. EST

Following the lamp disaster.. icky smoothie, lunch with friends, posh shades selfie, gorgeous florals (oops I guess I'd missed what came before after the wild driving truck and this - in previous post), receiving his book as a book for the first time, face ironing, gogglebox with liv

[digenerate-trash]

If you have children why are you in a fandom that glorifies rape?

Omg you're so right. Kids gather round.

Papa needs to tell you something. He likes Dol. It's a terrible game made for people who want to live vicariously and experince their worst kinks though a wall of saftey- also the lore is wild.

Anyway. I'm sending you two to the orphanage because I called you children on the internet and someone said I'm a bad person.

[completeoveranalysis]

[1]

Tiny CHILDREN

TINY TSUBASA FAMILY CHILDREN

TINY TRAUMA FREE BABIES

BABY FAI SMILING GENTLY AND GENUINELY

HOLDING LAVA LAMP’S HAND

LOOKING UP AT TINY KUROGANE

AND THEY’RE ALL WEARING WORLD APPROPRIATE CLOTHING

I am slain this is the end of me I’m lying down goodbye

What does the splash text say, there's no way they could make it sad.

If there could have been a day like this

Even now, I still think about it sometimes

WOW OK I TAKE IT BACK THANK YOU FOR THE SADNESS CLAMP

[rakiah]

I saw you were taking requests for the twins and stuff on Patreon so I am here! My only idea is inspired by my mom (I’m a twin so I got some stories) where my sister and I locked her out of the house one time and she had to get a locksmith to unlock the door and at that point we had somehow gotten into the spice cabinet and all of the spices were on the floor (mostly cinnamon) and there was a broken a lamp. For some reason I get the vibe that Vil works mostly so I think that’d be super funny as Leona. Like the twins are more than he can handle and he underestimates them.

Sorry for it being long but I hope it inspires~

Vil: I should let you stay like that so be grateful you’re a sight to make sore eyes sorer.

[shiftythrifting]

1. and 2. - Charming Halloween guys

3. A herd of unicorns that were all gone the next time I walked by a couple minutes later

4. and 5. Why I can no longer sleep at night

6. A gorgeous accordion that I hope goes to a good home

7. - 10. This incredible handmade dragon who came home with me! They had so much character I was completely charmed and could tell they were made with love. Thanks to all their chips I got them at a discount 😅

All of these were from a Central Florida goodwill.

Slightly related; Has anyone else heard of goodwill removing their dressing rooms? My friend and I found out when we were attempting to try on clothes. I'm flabbergasted and annoyed quite frankly.

[the-magnus-archives-wiki]

as someone who worked at a charity shop for two years

it do be like that

[lotshusband]

oh how i would love it if strangers would refrain from asking me about my scars ❤️ the most annoying part is that my most visible scar right now was caused by a very improbable accident so even if i just laugh off the question with a quick explanation i sound like a bad liar. hell on earth

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

btw do you have any designs for the. ghosts

That I do.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

my light in my room stopped working a little while ago so I’ve been using a lamp. Now the lamp has stopped working.

[chanshoesunite]

Chan is attracted to YN's capability

Content info: YN helps Chan to fix his music kit and he finds that very attractive.

Word count: 2.100-ish

Warnings: this is mostly domestic fluff with a smutty twist at the end, praise, kissing, from cute!Chan to rough!Chan in seconds, face sitting (fem receiving)

“Nooooo”, Chan wails softly at the table.

You nearly crack your neck looking up from your comfortable nest in the bean bag. He is fiddling with a cable, frowning.

“What? What happened? Did you delete something? Did someone beat you in your game? Have the kids called you old in the group chat again?”

Chan can barely crack a smile at your attempt at humour, still fiddling. That’s not a good sign, so you get up while he is talking.

“No, nothing deleted…this cable here is so fucked though. But I had tape around it and everything, I thought that would give me more of, like, a grace period to continue using it?”

“Can you switch it or…”, you look where it connects to his music equipment, “ah, it’s not removable. How annoying!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. Damn, I really don’t want to throw away the whole thing, feels like such a waste.”

You gently let your fingers travel from his bare shoulder down his nervous hands, taking the broken cable from him. Upon inspection, you can see the individual wires are now fully exposed and most of them are severed. It looks a mess, especially where Chan tried to strengthen the insulation with tape. But the wires are a decent size and not too tiny to work with.

“Hmmm”, you go, turning it round a few times, thinking.

Chan looks at you, his eyes large: “Hmmm?”

You meet his gaze, and after a moment of hesitation you say with a smile: “I can fix that!”

Chan’s face lights up, eyes crinkling, dimples on full display. Looking at him, a glowing ball of happiness grows inside you.

“You can?! That’s amazing!”

His voice is only slightly disbelieving, so you only slights shove against him playfully.

“Don’t sound so surprised! Sure I can! Soldering the wires back together should do the trick and I am pretty good at that.”

“You can solder?!”, he shouts, surprise making his voice grow louder. A beat, and then: “We own soldering stuff?!”

The happiness ball inside you bubbles up as a laugh and you give Chan a big kiss on the cheek.

“We do indeed! Wanna watch me fix this?”

“Uh, yeah?!”, he gets up to follow after you.

Quickly you collect your tools while he watches you, throwing loud questions at you: “When did you learn this? Where did you get your tools? What else have you soldered? What does this do?”

As you lay out your kit, you explain the basics and caution Chan not to touch the hot end of the soldering iron once you turn it on – better him pouting at you for thinking he’s a baby (“the cutest and also sexiest baby”, you coo while he grimaces but ultimately smiles) than having to nurse a burnt finger. You are by no means an expert, but your dad has explained this to you and supervised your soldering previously, so you are confident.

For every step, you explain what you are doing while demonstrating it. Chan watches you like a hawk. When you have stripped the first wire of its plastic casing, you have an idea: “Actually, do you want to help?”

His face morphs from a look of intense concentration to one of delight: “Can I? Yes, definitely!”

You hand him the equipment and caution him not to nick the wires. He works carefully, seriously. Soldering some wires isn’t that difficult if you know what you do, but for someone doing it for the first time he does a really nice job, so you praise his efforts profusely.

“Yes, good work, my love! Steady, just like that. That looks so neat!”

The mixture of shyness and pride your words evoke make you melt for him. At the same time, you feel slightly lightheaded from the adoring expression on his face. He is obviously impressed by your knowledge and when he is not using the tools, he cannot seem to stop himself from letting his hands roam very gently along your waist, your hip and the small of your back. He even helpfully tucks a strand of hair behind your ear when both your hands are occupied. In return, you pepper soft kisses on his shoulders when he is soldering.

Finally, you show Chan how to use the heat gun for the shrinking tube. He exclaims excitedly at the “actual flame! Wow!” and the sizzling noise it makes.

“This will protect the soldered area even more – but don’t set the tube on fire. Or the insulation. Keep it moving.”

With a flourish, you hold out the heat gun to him.

“Good sir, will you do the honours?”

Instead of taking the heat gun, he pulls you in and says: “You are incredibly sexy with all your knowledge and tools and tiny flame throwers, you know that?”

A small gasp escapes you when he bites your earlobe.

“I’m glad you think so”, you say a little breathlessly.

His eyebrow quirks up and his smile turns seductive. Chan leans in to kiss you and your eyes drift shut. The feeling of his soft lips against yours is heavenly. After a few moments, his mouth wanders down your neck, teasing your tingling skin. One of his hands wanders from your waist up to your breast. He remains there for a little tease and you press yourself against him. But he does not remain at your sensitive nipple. Instead, he continues stroking down your arm.

Then he takes the heat gun from you, just as he gives you a cheeky peck on the nose. He leans back and his sensuous smile has transformed into a maniacal grin. Holding up the heat gun – safely turned away from both of you, or anything that could catch fire – he switches it on.

“I have fiyaaa!”, he proclaims, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Bultaoreune”, you deadpan. You squeeze him to you once more to kiss his lips. Then you focus on the task at hand again.

Chan shrinks the tube along the soldered area while you lay your head against his shoulder. At one point, he briefly looks away from his work and kisses your hair.

“This is great”, he says, “you are great!”

“Ah, don’t praise me yet – also, you did half the work, so you are great too...don’t shake your head at me!”

After a few more seconds, you say: “I think that’s as much shrinkage as we’re gonna get.”

Chan lays down the heat gun and you inspect the now mended cable.

“Alright – well, it certainly looks good! Let’s give it a try.”

Chan taps his fingers on the table to make a little drumroll while you plug it in. You both wait – you a bit worried, him a hundred percent convinced of your capabilities. His device turns on.

“Fuck yeah! We did it!”, he exclaims and you let out a breath you definitely were not holding.

“Yay!”, you say, and then you laugh as he spins you around in celebration.

“That was such a good experience”, he says, slowly stopping his spinning. He gently takes your face between his warm hands and kisses your forehead, nose and lips.

“And all thanks to you. Thank you, princess.”

With a happy smile, you look at him: “I am so glad I could help.”

He strokes his thumb along your lower lip. His gaze is loving and you are captivated by it.

“I want to repay you”, he says quietly.

Instead of protesting as you might do another day, your thoughts zoom back to his earlier seductive mood.

“Oh yeah?”, you match his quiet tone, “I am open to suggestions.”

“Good”, Chan growls, turning from gentleness to ravishment.

First of all, he takes his shirt off, which is always the perfect start to any activity in your book. He continues by picking you up and walking to the couch. He plops down, you on top of him. Huh, you had expected it the other way around. Of course, you aren’t complaining. It feels good to have his strong body underneath you. Then, Chan doesn’t give you any more time to think about who is in what position as he attacks your lips with passion. His hands glide underneath your shirt, along your body. Up and down they go, kneading your flesh. His warmth seems to envelop you. Expertly, he unhooks your bra and immediately cups your breasts, teasing your nipples until the sensitive nerves send lightning into your stomach. Luxuriating in the feeling of his hands and mouth, you give yourself over to the moment. Little whimpers of pleasure escape you, and they spur him on.

“God, you are delicious”, he says, his accent thick.

As if to prove it, he puts one hand into your hair, dragging it aside. He runs his tongue over your neck, then starts sucking your soft skin. Your nerves light on fire and you start bucking into him, rolling your hips to get friction for your aching clit. With his free hand, he grasps your arse cheek and helps you rut against him. Shamelessly, you use his hard dick for your enjoyment. You could continue in this sinful bliss forever.

But Chan has other plans. He roughly pushes your leggings and underwear out of the way. Getting his meaning, you finish the job and take them off entirely. But before you can free his cock from his trousers to sit on it, he stops you.

“What are we doing?”, you ask breathlessly.

His hands caress your naked thighs, squeeze your waist. Fuck, you adore his arms so much. You momentarily forget what you just asked. Instead, you focus on his bulging biceps, his thick forearms, trailing your fingers down his prominent veins. Unconsciously, you grind into Chan’s dick some more, leaving a wet patch on his trousers. Chan groans and says something.

“What?”, you were so focused on his arms that you didn’t listen. You blink at him.

“I want you to sit on my face”, Chan says with a grin.

Well, that snaps you out of your obsessive haze real quick.

“Oh!”, you bite your lip. “Mhm!”

“Mhm”, he mimics back at you, his expression hungry.

Slowly you drag yourself forward, never lifting your cunt away from his torso. Only when you reach his sternum do you lift up further to hover over his face. You are on your knees, barely out of reach for his mouth. For a moment, you stay just where you are, teasing him a little, to heighten the anticipation. But Chan is having none of that. Impatiently, he lifts his head from the couch, nuzzling into you, flicking his tongue out to lick at your lips. A yelp leaves you, and all your ideas of teasing him fly straight out of your brain.

Chan groans into your pussy. His hands – his beautiful, strong hands – grab your buttocks and drag you down onto his waiting mouth. You brace yourself against the armrest of the couch. When you look down, you gaze upon Chan’s closed eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, hair already a mess from where your thighs are mussing it up. You add your hand to his scalp, lightly scratching and pulling.

“Ah, fuck”, you whine, while his tongue draws patterns into you, his nose utter perfection against your clit.

Stifling your thrusts and grinds is not an option. And anyway, you know that Chan takes great pride in receiving all of your wanton movements and paving them into a road to an earth-shattering orgasm.

His hands never hold still, continually roaming your hot flesh, sometimes pressing you further into his face, sometimes dragging you away, always aiming for your best stimulation. His occasional moans vibrate your very core, making your pussy pulse with ever-mounting pleasure.

“More, more, more”, you beg breathlessly, and he gives it to you. He gives it to you until your legs shake and your abs are tight. You are so, so close to coming – and you finally, blissfully do when Chan’s tongue laps at your clit in just the right way while one of his hands caresses your nipple.

Your orgasm draws loud, hoarse groans out of you that eventually peter out into whimpers. Chan has not stopped licking you, he only slows down and is as gentle as your sensitive clit needs after his hungry attack. You feel ready to collapse, so you carefully shimmy back down his body, pressing your chest to his. You snuggle into him, trying to catch your breath, hearing his thundering heartbeat, feeling his hard cock against your arse.

“How was that, baby girl?”, he asks sincerely.

“Fucking unbelievable, of course”, you cannot help laughing, still totally wrecked, “thank you.”

“That’s good. I love you”, he gently strokes your back.

“I love you too”, you murmur against his neck, pressing soft kisses along Chan’s jugular. Then you take all your remaining energy together and pull him on top of you. You grin at him: “Please fuck me now.”

“Oh, baby girl, you do not have to ask twice.”

[completeoveranalysis]

[4]

:x

Fai raises a very good question

It seems unlikely that the real Sakura would just be sitting in this time loop. I feel like if there IS a Sakura in the time loop she’s probably just another trapped copy version, so she’d be just as liable to start melting as the others. 

Which would be MONSTROUS thing to show us. 

And they absolutely WOULD. 

OOPS, IM IMMEDIATELY INCORRECT

I accept this

The better thing is THIS IS A NEW SAKURA??

THIRD SAKURA????

AN ORIGINAL SAKURA THAT LAVA LAMP MET BEFORE BEING PUT IN THE LAVA LAMP?

OR WAS SHE A COPY TOO????????

[splendidcyan]

Old sketch I still really, really like -- i legit have had this sketchbook open, with three pages left, just so I could look at this sketch regularly lol. Cal and Omega, padawan buddies without masters </3 also sorry this pic is rlly shitty lol