#i am HIGHLY tempted to

[dkettchen]

cursed construction core hi vis bra that came to me in a dream

In the dream I saw it in the window display of a hardware/DIY/trade shop, implying it was meant to be a practical garment designed for actual female constructions workers in a Female Armour level missed-the-brief attempt at gender inclusion

The practical support from the visible underwire combined with the hi vis implying it’s not meant to be worn as an undergarment, I just-

I blame my binge-reading ND Stevenson’s gender comics talking abt masculinity and femininity incl the one abt Victoria’s Secret lingerie yesterday for this monstrosity x’D

[acewithobsessions]

I am SO mad about the suicide storyline in Downton Abbey due to the absolute lack of attention it gets from the narrative itself.

Tw for discussion of it below

Like, he's lost a LOT of blood, and it probably happened fairly quickly. All you have to do is glance at that scene to know just how serious that looks. Obviously, I can't get exact numbers on the amount of blood lost, but it's gotta be at least a litre, which is - what, 25% of your blood? At least. It's possible that he could be weak for a month, and fragile for who knows how long after that. But apparently he's a) up and fine after a week and b) didn't even go to the hospital?? No. Don't lie to me.

As far as we know, all the medical attention he got was the tourniquet from Baxter. They stopped the bleeding and then . . . ? Yes, Clarkson checked up on him, but he never went to the hospital, and anyway, it's the 1920s. There is no way he could have recovered that quickly.

Edit: okay, guys, I'm very stupid and have been reminded that suicide was a crime back then. No way he could have gotten official treatment. The point still stands, though, because he's still badly hurt, and the lack of help & need to keep it quiet probably would make it take longer for him to recover.

The thing that most likely sped up his recovery the most was Baxter's quick thinking combined with Clarkson's advice (although I have no idea what their understanding of this would be like at the time, I can imagine they'd have just learned a lot about blood loss from the war).

Also, I am by no means an expert on anything medical. Most of what I know is picked up from research while writing. So if anything is glaringly wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

[orrianreaper]

Quick & dirty screen of my spear beta mesmer, Mirror Knight Nymor.

I've only just gotten around to poking my nose into the weapon beta and Ohh, mesmer spear is Fun.

[of-galaxies-and-black-holes]

convention time :)

current cosplay lineup is olruggio wha for today, and widowed vol 14 black haired vash tomorrow and Sunday.

[binah-beloved]

OHMYGODBINAHPLUSHITSSOLOVELYIWANTONE

*ahem*

Where did you get the plush?

it was a preorder from @/chikosworkshop. extras can be found here:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1709115308/20cm-cotton-doll-angela-and-binah-lor?click_key=b6a4cdf5e8f760a7df4a88916c8f0aa51aaf5299%3A1709115308&click_sum=d0b0d045&ref=shop_home_active_4&crt=1&sts=1

it's actually a paired duo of Angela and Binah, but you can order one or the other, which is what i did

[leedee013]

Chapter Four of Silly Little Jean Moreau fic: posted

Features:

- Jean getting emotional as he gets ready to go to California

- Jean and Kevin going on a long walk together

- Jean getting hugged and giving hugs

[reginrokkr]

Looking into my old screens for a post I wrote a few days ago, I came across this one again as I talked about Dain's blood having turned into Irminsul ichor over the years due to the Ley Line presence on his body and— it's hitting me how strikingly similar it is to the Primordial Sea.

[hexcitrine]

randomly looked at this account to update my age and holy shit it's been a while since i posted here..........i have a small pile of art i have yet to post but hbhbshdbshbd too lazy

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

I know mermay is over (I'm so sad about that tbh) but.

BSD merperson!AU were in which Fyodor and Dazai are merpersons who live in the deep sea/are based on deep sea creatures and Nikolai and Chuuya are merpersons who live in the sunlight or the twilight zone/are based on marine animals who live in the zone.

Fyodor wants to stay in the deep sea while Dazai wants to see the light.

[ayyponine]

two months into volunteering at the museum and a guy who works there permanently goes “you know theyre looking fr people in communications right” wwyd

[fanfic-chan]

Warning!! BSD Season 3 spoilers below the cut!!

Dang it man why do I always end up getting attached to the characters who always end up dying almost instantly?! Like man, Karma legit seemed like such an amazing character with sooo much potential but then Fyodor just had to go and off him immediately... Like, dude, ik this show is dark but man you couldn't have just spared him at the very least?? He was so innocent!! ToT

[interwovenrhapsody]

(( i don't need another blog ))

[thewritingpossum]

Realizing that my profs don't care that I just went back to creative writing and still expect me to turn in schoolwork

[elainemorisi]

lily of the valley sure has a scent, I will give it that

[quatregats]

Actually deeply disappointed that I don't know enough about cricket to make The Creative Endeavor a cricket AU, this sport is perfectly designed for being completely and utterly incomprehensible to people who Don't Know What The Words Mean

[zaczenemiji]

Can you do a spiderwomen x kenji sato. Maybe she was sent to retrieve emi and then got caught by kenji, and she was put into a jail like thing. So now she's just stuck there. She starts flirting with him. If yk what i mean 😏👉🏿👈🏿🎀💓🌸

Have an ice cream cone. 🍦

Thanks ♡♡♡♡

Kaiju Heist

Kenji Sato x Spiderwoman!Reader

Word Count: 1,066

Genre/Warnings: Anti-hero, Flirting, Imprisonment, Morally Grey/Ambiguous Reader

Author’s Note: This one was a bit challenging, I hope it’s to your liking. Thank you for the ice cream, I offer you this fic.

MASTERLIST

Your plan was simple: sneak in, grab the baby kaiju, and get out. But things rarely went according to plan.

Let’s begin where it all started—that damn spider.

Long story short, your parents were scientists doing experiments on radioactive spiders. You help in their lab and one day, an earthquake enormous kaiju shook the city, causing a containment breach. The next thing you know, a particularly aggressive spider bit your hand.

Of course, you gained extraordinary abilities. Others would’ve loved this and used them for good—be like Ultraman or whatever. But to you, it’s more like a curse. Seriously, you didn’t ask for this so ain’t no way were you going to become a selfless heroine.

So you did nothing with your abilities; you didn’t hone it whatsoever. You looked at it as if it’s just another arm that grew out of your body. Like grabbing a bag of chips from across the room, you’d shoot spider webs out to get it without standing.

Despite living your life as privately as you could, somehow, the Kaiju Defense Force was still able to find you. So here you are now, in their headquarters.

You stood there, arms crossed. “I’ve told you before, Dr. Onda,” you said. “I’m not looking to be a hero. I just want to be left alone.”

Dr. Onda, chief officer of the KDF, and old acquaintance of your parents, leaned forward. “I know. But this isn’t about heroism,” he replied. “This is a highly sensitive mission and you’re the only one who can pull it off.”

"And why should I care?" you replied coolly. "What's in it for me?"

"Payment, of course. A substantial one. Enough to ensure you can continue living the peaceful life you desire without any further interference from us,” Dr. Onda answered.

“And more importantly, it's a one-time deal. Complete this mission, and you'll never hear from the KDF again."

Your face expressed a guarded neutrality but inside, you found it so tempting—the promise of financial security and freedom from future obligations.

“What’s the job?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Dr. Onda tapped a few keys on his desk console, and a holographic image of a baby kaiju appeared, rotating slowly.

“It’s an entity of importance for the goals of KDF to be fulfilled,” he said. “Recently, it fell into the hands of Kenji Sato. We need you to retrieve it and bring it back to us.”

You studied the hologram, noting the details. "And how exactly am I supposed to move a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby without causing a scene?"

Dr. Onda leaned back, a small smile playing on his lips. "We have a special containment unit designed specifically for it. It's portable and can be deployed with your help. Your task is to get close enough to activate it and secure the kaiju.”

"And the payment?" you pressed.

Dr. Onda named a figure that made your eyes widen slightly. It was more than enough to ensure your financial independence for years to come.

"Alright," you said finally. "I'll do it. But remember, this is a one-time deal. After this, I want nothing more to do with the KDF."

Dr. Onda smiled, “You have my word."

You turned to leave but paused at the door, and glanced back. "I hope you're right about this, Dr. Onda,” you said. “Because if this goes sideways, I won't be the one paying the price."

Going back to the present—here you are, in Kenji Sato’s basement, trapped in a cylindrical glass containment unit, similar to the one the baby kaiju you were supposed to retrieve was held in.

A floating spherical robot circled around you. “We knew they would send someone,” it said in a mechanically feminine voice.

Suddenly, it projected a red light over your body, scanning you. “But I didn’t expect a spider-woman.”

You pressed your hands against the glass, testing its strength. "Nice trap," you said. “But it's going to take more than that to keep me here."

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” a voice came out of nowhere. Turning around, you see THE Kenji Sato with an eyebrow raised and his gaze locked with yours.

The biggest mystery that bothered you upon accepting this mission was how the hell did this famous baseball star had a giant baby in his basement.

You leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest. "So, what's the plan, Kenji? Keep me here forever?” you asked. “Or do you have something else in mind?"

Kenji smirked. "Depends. Why are you here?"

"Why do you think?" you replied, your tone flirtatious. "I was sent to retrieve that kaiju baby. But now, it seems I've found something else worth my attention."

Kenji's eyes narrowed slightly, "And what might that be?"

You gave him a slow, knowing smile. "You, of course,” you answered. “You're much more interesting than a simple retrieval mission."

Kenji chuckled, though he tried to hide it. "Flirting isn't going to get you out of there."

"Maybe not," you conceded, stepping closer to the glass, "But it does make this whole situation a lot more entertaining, don't you think?"

Kenji took a step closer, his eyes studying you. "You're not what I expected."

You tilted your head, your smile widening. "Good. I'd hate to be predictable."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you sized each other up. Finally, Kenji spoke. "You know, if you weren't here to take Emi, we might have been able to get along."

"Oh, I think we still can," you said, your voice low and seductive. "Besides, I never said I was strictly here for Emi."

Kenji looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction. "And what if I let you out?"

You pressed yourself against the glass, your eyes locked on his. "Then maybe, just maybe, we can help each other."

Kenji pondered this for a moment before shaking his head. "Nice try,” he said. “But I need to know more about you before I make that decision."

"Fair enough," you replied, leaning back once more. "But remember, Kenji, sometimes the spider catches more than just her prey."

Kenji turned away, a small smile playing on his lips. "We'll see about that."

You didn’t wanna include this in your escape plan because things rarely went according to plan. But in your mind, you noted: flirt, make him fall for you, and escape.

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