#might clean this up and make a sticker sheet

[countinglegoclowns]

As thanks for putting up with my word vomit I’ve managed to put some art together!!!!

Some more info:

I’ve always had the headcanon that tang would help pigsy around the shop when they were younger. He was the first delivery boy!! Used to ride his bike around the city and stuff.

In the current era, I see him stepping up to take some strain off his family, especially now that he’s mastering teleportation lol

[nottapossum]

Does Charlie ever wear pullups/diapers? Also do you have any hcs for the littles having their first accidents and later accidents in front of their care givers and their reactions?

She does wear pull-ups!

This post talks a bit about it.

Charlie:

Charlie has accidents every time she's in her youngest headspace.

She only wears pull-ups after having an accident, so she's bound to have plenty of them.

Vaggie is always very understanding and gentle with her, she never makes Charlie feel bad for having one.

The first time Charlie had an accident was very early in their relationship, Charlie told Vaggie she was little and sometimes needed pull ups, but she never admitted when she did.

She had a rough experience with caregivers before Vaggie, so she feels bad when Vaggie has to change her. (Even though she changes Vaggie every time she regresses.)

She had an accident while Vaggie was making her some lunch, and Charlie had a panic attack over it.

But Vaggie was quick to calm her down and explain that it was going to be okay.

Then they both talked about it, and Charlie felt a lot better.

But she still has trouble expressing when she needs a little extra padding.

So, they're still working on it.

Vaggie:

Vaggie was very scared to share that she was a regressor to Charlie, mostly because she needed diapers.

Then Charlie had her accident, and so Vaggie opened up to her, too.

She was careful when Charlie started taking care of her. She was insecure about needing diapers and didn't want to tell Charlie when she needed to be changed, which resulted in her having a few rashes.

Her and Charlie had a long talk about it, and Vaggie agreed to let Charlie schedule changes for her so Vaggie won't have to say she needed to be changed, and she won't get hurt.

Charlie made her a sticker charts for her regression.

Not for when Vaggie made it to the bathroom, but for her bravery when she actually tells Charlie when she needs a change. 💜

She's very proud of Vaggie's progress, but it's something they're still working on.

But that's okay! Because Charlie is there for her, and she's proud of her little Angel no matter what! 💜

Alastor:

Talked about a little bit >here<

Alastor used to live in the cannibal colony and would even spend the night at Rosie's place when he was feeling little. (She has a nursery at her place for him.)

There wasn't exactly a first when it came to his accidents, it started with him wetting the bed

He thought something was wrong with him, that he was broken or something.

He didn't tell Rosie about it at first. He'd just quietly clean his sheets and move on.

But Rosie found out. She always finds out about these things.

He was regressed to the tiniest of headspaces and had an accident while she was holding him. It caused him severe distress, and he felt embarrassed, but luckily, Rosie didn't care about the mess at all.

She calmed him down and gave him a bath.

Once he was big again, she sat down and discussed the idea of diapers and pull-ups for him.

He knew what diapers were, but he had never heard of pull-ups, so Rosie introduced them.

Alastor agreed to let Rosie diaper and take care of him.

He trusted her. ❤️💗

Which is more than he can say about practically anyone else.

Velvette:

Velvette's first accident happened when both Vox and Val were watching her.

They both knew she wore diapers, but they had never actually changed her before.

But then she started crying, and Vox quickly found out what was wrong. It didn't take a genius.

Valentino refused to help at all! He was willing to help dress her and take care of Velvette's hair, but he was not changing any diapers! (which was probably for the best, tbh.)

Vox had never changed a diaper before, but he did his absolute best while panicking internally that he might be doing everything wrong.

It wasn't exactly perfect. It was a little sloppy, but he did it. And that just had to be good enough.

Velvette helped teach him how to change her properly later using a babydoll as an example.

Eventually, he got the hang of it. 💕

Lute:

Lute's first accident around Vaggie happened after extermination day,

She looked up to Vaggie and was afraid to admit she had an accident; but Vaggie was there for her, she noticed and took lute somewhere safe to take care of her.

Lute felt so embarrassed and awful, but Vaggie told her about her own regression, and it made lute feel a bit better.

From that day on, they took care of each other.

Until, of course...

Vaggie couldn't anymore.

Since then, Lute was very careful, wearing diapers and pull-ups whenever she's little to avoid a repeat.

And she's learned to change herself, take care of herself.

She doesn't need anyone.

The only other person who knows about her regression is Adam.

And he'll hang out with her when she's small, but he is not her caregiver.

She claims she doesn't need one.

At all!

Clara:

Clara's first accident happened in the middle of the night,

The younger she regressed the more often she'd wake her mother up to tell her she had wet the bed.

Carmilla suggested nighttime diapers first.

And wearing them made Clara regress younger, and she felt pretty safe and comfortable, she liked feeling tiny.

And so she asked Carmilla if she could wear some during the day, too. And she agreed.

If it makes Clara happy and comfortable, she was more than happy to buy her some more.

Besides, the diapers were adorable, and Carmilla would do anything to make her daughter's happy 🖤🩶

She's a little insecure about it sometimes, but her sister and mom will reassure her that it's okay by telling her that the diapers she picks out are absolutely adorable! They'll also talk about diapers in regular conversations to help normalize it so Clara can feel more natural and safe when wearing them.

Angel:

Angel has accidents at night quite frequently due to nightmares. When little, he tries his best not to have accidents by attempting to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible. But it doesn't really work out for him because he gets scared being alone in the bathroom. And he doesn't feel comfortable with anyone else being in there either.

I will write about Husk finding out and his first accident while in Husk's care- so I won't spoil it. (Mostly because Idk how I'm going to write it exactly and don't want to say something in case I come up with something better.)

But, he is there for Angel, and he's the one who suggests diapers to him first.

Angel will be a little scared, but Husk is there every step of the way. 🕸💖🐈‍⬛️

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[levmada]

Things That Eat

summary: You help Levi through a dissociative episode.

content/warnings: angsty, references to blood+death, hurt/comfort, canonverse, dissociation, i just want to take care of Levi ok

wc: 2.7k

Do something say something feel something.

A glass of water sits on the nightstand from two nights ago. The expedition ended two days ago, and he knows, distantly, that whatever happened out there has made him what he’s feeling now—or rather, not feeling.

He can’t remember exactly. He remembers those two weeks in the way the exact edges of a dream practically play before your eyes after you wake up in the middle of the night, but by the next afternoon all you have are vague streaks of shapes and uncertain conjecture of the plot. You might wonder if you dreamed at all.

He leans on his knees, on the edge of the bed, and stares down at his scratched knuckles. He’s still alive, isn’t he?

After the adrenaline fades away, and he’s made it back to a place and time resembling peace, or at least a pause in the violence, sometimes he’s still stuck out there. Like the pasty stains of a sticker that won’t give way under water or a rag. He feels dizzy, like gravity is not quite pressing down, and that he could pass through walls and objects if he wanted. A feeling of unreality. Everything around him is a dream.

It’s a dream, and he’s still on the edge of waking in a makeshift base under the trees with the rest of his sleeping comrades. He’s going to wake up and still be there.

This is what he's afraid of most. He's going to climb into consciousness, and smell rot, and feel his own stomach eating him, and he’ll be staring up at the bed. Her skin will be grayer. The rotten mattress holds her hostage more than she lays in it. The blankets will crawl with living, eating things. Fleas will be crawling in his hair... And this dream is just a plot of another one of those restless naps after his body’s begun to shut down.

None of these walls feel real. What’s the likelihood that a kid like him ever made it out of the Underground, anyway? Was he ever truly alive, or is he already dead? He doesn’t recognize any of this.

He can’t remember and he feels like a hollow shell. He feels like less than that. Like a walking body with all the cogs and wheels still turning, making him alive but not much else.

If he doesn’t sink his nail into the tender skin of his thumb, he just won’t believe himself. Pain is the realest part of being alive. Especially the physical kind.

His breath shudders when he lets it out. The feeling when Levi wants to cry is more like a heavy boulder sitting on a thick sheet of ice. It cracks and whines dully under the weight all it wants, but he’s almost sure it’s not going to shatter.

So it sits there. And he sits here. Wanting to move but somehow unable. He’s just frozen.

That again reminds him of the bed. He sinks his blunt nail into his thumb and looks blandly at the dark crease left in its wake.

“Levi.” You crouch down in front of him. “I’m back.”

Whenever he let you in… it's a blur to him. Maybe you were doing his laundry or fixing his stationery, or comforting him, but he can’t remember where you left to, so he stares down at his clasped hands, half-comprehending your own holding them. He’s tired enough to feel, in great detail, the own weight to his hooded eyes. All his limbs feel like plastic.

“I love you,” he hears you murmur. You lay your lips on his hands.

His breath hitches slightly. The shock of hearing that, a rare time you choose to say that, is usually enough to make him turn away. He hangs his head as his hands begin to shake. Reality is creeping up on him.

“Can I get you out of these now?”

He still isn’t looking at your face, but he senses the kindness on it. Belts still wind their way around his uniform that he’s also still wearing.

His leathers creak as he pulls his hands from you, and loosely crosses his arms over his midsection. Everything is clean, so he must’ve put on a spare after they got back, but he doesn’t remember why. It made the most sense to him at the time, maybe.

He doesn’t remember where he slept last night, either, if he did, but probably not in the made bed below him. Has he gotten started on the death certificates yet?

He shakes his head, not to your question, but to rid his mind of his own. There are too many to rifle through. When’s the last time it was this bad?

“You don’t have to wear them, we’re safe in the barracks again,” you’re saying.

He blinks dully, listens as you keep going. Maybe you talked to Erwin… Your years of camaraderie isn’t new, but this relationship is, and Erwin knows Levi as well as Levi knows Erwin. If you ever needed guidance to Levi, not the captain but the man, Erwin is the one to talk to. He seems to know everything, anyway.

You’re in the barracks, it’s suppertime. You decided to come after not spotting him at today’s breakfast—he missed yesterday’s—and since his post-expedition paperwork is late. You’re terrible at math, same as Erwin, so Levi always butts in and gets it done before either of you can get started; Hange is too scatterbrained to help with everyone.

Since you walked in, you’ve been getting some basic chores out of the way for him. Levi showered two days ago, but not much else besides that... He’s had nightmares.

“Will you look at me, please?”

Orders are something he’s good at, the only thing he's good at right now, so Levi raises his head. You look solemn, and incredibly concerned.

You squeeze his knee. “Have you been listening?”

Blink. “…Yeah.” His voice grates from disuse, and he’s partly lying. He was listening, but he’s forgotten a majority of what you told him. He gets the major gist that he’s sunk into an episode.

And that’s when the distant alarm bells start to ring, because you’ve never been here for one of those. It’s hard to believe someone would want to deal with him when he’s like this, and so kindly. It’s almost too convenient.

If he wasn’t like this, he wouldn’t let you.

Again, you take his hand. “I’m right here, and I’m real, and I’m not going away… And you’re not going to wake up from this. Squeeze my hand.”

With renewed strength, he does. Focusing his energy into a task helps wake his dulled senses. Like moving through the bottom of a thick lake in hopes of reaching air.

His are so worn, skin rough and uncomfortably firm, callouses crafted by war, and scars by strife. Some of the former have torn open—a side effect from fighting on the field for so long—causing a few sores and uncomfortable scraping. Yours aren’t soft and unblemished, but nothing compares to his violence. It makes him feel unworthy. He holds tighter.

If his strength hurts you, you don’t show it. He doesn’t have the control over himself to take account of his aching back from being hunched in this position, let alone this. Confused is one word for it. Crazy is another.

He’s having an episode.

“I’m going to get you something more comfortable to wear, and then we’ll get you clean, and then I’m going to eat with you. Does that make sense?”

A plan. A set of activities to hold in his fist so he doesn’t get lost. “Yeah.”

You lean up, and nudge the lapels of his jacket open. It falls off his shoulders ungracefully, the sleeves indecisive about in or out. While his hands struggle to fix it to compensate for his empty mind, you loosen the belt across his chest, allowing the X-shaped harness on his upper back to sag away. The fixed square-shaped bracers on his lower back follow, then the leather criss-crossing his hips, thighs, knees, ending at the bottoms of his feet, which practically groan to be free of the constricting belts.

He watches you work with fixated ambivalence. It's definitely muscle memory that he got all this on in the first place.

His hands rise to sloppily unbutton his shirt when he realizes that part is over. You end up taking over while he sits, dazed, feeling guilt but not entirely realizing it through the rest of the emotional mud.

"Follow me, baby."

He grunts faintly, to show he understands. He struggles to fold it, to cross the arms so there's no unwanted creases or uneven folds. For some reason he chooses now to fumble for some control, and over this thing that doesn't matter.

When he eventually gets it, he stands, wavers around the unnatural vertigo, and trails into the bathroom. It's already filled, and steaming faintly.

He rubs his face with both hands. Steam. Something so simple and stupidly common. He can't stand bathhouses, and at the worst of times, cooking over a stove is a chore. There's some things that make everything else harder, and you can't turn it off.

Then you're in front of him, and his arms jerk in front of him in defense, eyes wide. You put your hands up in surrender, calm. "It's okay."

"Sorry," he mumbles. He rubs his face again. "I'm sorry."

Pushing off the rest of his clothes and getting in is, thankfully, a much smoother process. He winces as the hot water touches his scrapes and cuts, making his bruises pound faintly.

Still, there's a healing element to it. He feels the stress seep from his bones as you kneel, evidently intent on staying to help.

He fixes his jaw, too thankful to express in words, thankful to the point that it hurts.

He moves slowly, scoops water into his hair for you. Lavender rises up from your hands, and push through the thick strands.

Idle, he bends his knees to his chest, and gets lost.

The push and pull of the water. It’s hypnotic. He closes his eyes, sighing as your fingers once again ring through his hair.

“Talk to me,” he requests softly. All the usual firmness in his voice missing. He doesn’t know how to right now.

You slow. “Anything specific?”

“No.”

You pause, and then begin describing the beautiful nature in Yarckell District, someplace above where Levi grew up, but someplace too royal for him to ever have visited. Waterfalls tumble over rock faces, and deer openly frolic across stone walkways and through picnic clearings. It’s near where you grew up.

It makes him wonder, even awed, why you ever joined the Corps. Then again, and more selfishly, he’s thankful you did.

The bath water has taken up a grey lukewarm feeling by the time you pop the cork and it gradually drains.

He rings his hair through a towel before thinking of getting out and navigating getting dressed. It’s a nuisance when he’s like this, but while you heat up supper, he gets it done with a relative ease that would be nonexistent if you weren’t here.

A long pullover, trousers and briefs, socks. You know how much he refuses to walk anywhere, even in his own bedroom, on bare feet. The gesture touches his heart.

Warm steam wafts out of the bathroom with the door opened. He pauses with his hand on the doorway, and tries to get his bearings. It feels like he’s wearing a bad pair of glasses—everything looks too close, too big or small or just plain off.

This is… depressing. He wanders to the bedroom door, blinking absently. Straight in front of him is the modest sitting room, and past that, the door to his office. And across from the sitting room is the small kitchen. Navigating it still feels strange and unfamiliar to him.

You’ve made stew, a thick brothy smell trailing out from the kitchenette. Roasted vegetables and even a little beef. The expedition must have went well.

Then why? Why? Can he not win?

“How are you feeling?”

Everything feels too bright. It’s like some kind of dollhouse, and again, he’s disoriented. You ask again when you’re sat down beside him, your shares of stew set out.

He shakes his head lightly. Nothing so simple as dinner—he notices he’s savagely starving—or a bath, or even some company can magically cure him.

He swallows, and asks, “Are you leaving after this?”

“Not until you were asleep, so,” you smile bitterly, “probably not.”

He appreciates the humor. Just because he can never find something to giggle about, doesn’t mean he likes being surrounded by dead-eyed, monotone seriousness. There's enough to be depressed about.

You sat your chairs close together. He finds himself inching even closer to you while he eats, forcing himself to be neat and move slowly. He had a tendency of stuffing his face when he was a kid, mostly because whatever he had was all he had, and he needed to get it down before it rotted or got stolen. There’s no need to rush here, and the smooth hardy broth takes his mind away from his usual anxiety over his habits.

“Still hungry?”

He looks down and realizes there’s more left to drink than eat, and nods. The last time he ate, he can't remember, and for weeks it was tough military provisions, thick crackers that did the job, but not much else.

The expedition.

He asks when you sit back down with him. He can’t help it. “We made it back.”

“Yes.” You rub his back in slow-moving corpses. Circles. You rub his back.

He doesn’t get very far with his second bowl, and by the time he places the spoon down, his fingers are trembling again.

It doesn’t really matter if he remembers every detail, in the end. It’s variations of the same thing every time, the sort of trauma that would drive someone to alcohol or self-destruction if seen once. Soldiers die. Sometimes he’s sprayed with blood, and sometimes the blood is on his hands. Monsters always get fat on human guts. It’s all the same.

He supposes if he was heartless, then it would be different—sometimes he wishes he was—but that’s not what he gives his heart for.

But he’s used to pretending to be heartless. Being a machine more than a person exudes strength. It implies that if he’s broken, he can be fixed. It implies reliability. If the battle is going to hell, Captain Levi will be there to change the odds.

But he’s never been a machine, and right now, he’s just Levi. And he’s hurting.

What happens between the kitchen and the bed passes him by in a smudgy blur. Unsurprisingly, under your watch he’s in a bed at all, nestled under the warm weight of blankets, with his head sinking into the pillow. He’s still shaking.

He rolls over to you, and rests his head on your chest, his arm stretched across your middle. Your arms are there at once, holding him, and in all this comfortable silence, this peace, the first dry sob rises up in his chest. He’s shivering madly, or maybe trembling.

Your hold on him tightens, with your lips in his hair, moving. “I’ve got you… I know… I’ve got you.”

These wet things rattle their way through his chest silently. You hold him and let him bury his face in your neck as stinging water pricks his eyes and threaten to fall out. He might as well be fully awake now, and every time is so devastating. What has he been up to the last two days except rotting away in his head, unable to face this thing scratching and clawing in his chest, anxiously pacing for a way to be let out?

Reminding him you’re there is the most, and the only, thing he wants, because you can’t lie to him and say you always will be, or that things will be okay. They may not. Tomorrow, everything could change. All he can hold onto is now.

And now, he’s awake.

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[aemfocus]

At the start of covid, I decided I really did not want to return to my day job and I wanted to make a solid go at opening a sticker shop! Specifically one that would make gaming stickers.

Pictures and some info under the cut.

I was a janitor for the FAA and I asked for much better PPE, the sort you ask for in a pandemic, this was at the start of it all and my manager just... refused to order so I quit. (my spouse made in bonus what I was making in a year lmao, so I was fine)

I've always wanted to make a go of being self employed and I LOVE planners and stickers, and for years I've been watching my fav small shops with interest so... I figured lets do this!

I spent time figuring out taxes and all that; then I found a decent cheap first printer; after I got to drawing up 10 sticker sheets with a bunch of state stickers I was working on as well.

This one was the first, and I'm not a huge fan, the lines weren't clean etc. but I spent a bunch of time testing paper, ordering from 'the competition' as it were and eventually landed on something easy to work with and affordable. I tried to figure out 'branding' and landed on something I kinda liked. Even came up with a name for the shop.

Starberry Oats.

This was another earlier one, and I'm -really- not a fan, and I wasn't at the time but I figured it would fill a little void.

Finally things I really like! And am proud of!

Fallout and Skyrim stickers! They are, of course, my most popular, as I do give them out to friends and people in various discords.

My second most popular sets! The retro goodies, I loved making these, and they were such a pain to get to print well.

Some basics, I enjoyed making these but they needed to be themed better, as it is I have trouble working them into my planner!

I LOVE THIS ONE. One of my personal favs, because it's one of my fav things to draw.

Another popular set.

And that's what I planned to open with!

Except I never did. My MIL kept moving in and out, my SIL kept having issues, life just became a lot, and I kept pushing it aside because I didn't want to open a shop and not give it a full 40hrs a week.

Then 2023 happened, and it got ugly AF. But at the end of the year my spouse and I sat and had a conversation about if I would return to work in 2024. I know the tumblr knee jerk reaction is to always have a job and always be self sufficient, because ya never know. But if my spouse hadn't been our only source of income I wouldn't have been able to take care of my mother, or in 2023 his mother. After 21 years I kinda know. Anyways my cats are getting older, I would have to put one down if I was working. An otherwise happy healthy kitty, just because it needs some extra care. Fuck that shit.

At the end of the day we opted for me to not return to work and I assessed if I wanted to make the sticker shop a real thing. And I decided after watching several ugly charge back orders on very small sticker shops, that no. I don't want to. But I do want to give stickers to people. I still want to make them. But for me. And friends.

SO this year I started back up.

Cuttlefish and octo friends. I love drawing them, so relaxing!

Also some fic stickers.

I plan to make more sticker sheets this year, planning a BG3 set, a Mass Effect set and maybe Dragon age. My hands might be shaky as shit to the point of being unable to draw many days but damn if I don't enjoy it. <3

anyways if you made it this far TY! <3

[kyopmi]

☆ — 𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒖 𝒑𝒆𝒏 ! [ ch06 : polaroid love ]

pairing — suna rintarou x gn!reader

notes — bored in your room, suna discovers something that makes him feel things [ warnings : suggestive content ]

words — 1,473

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suna snickers at his own joke as he locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket, making the all-too-familiar way to your dorm room as per your instructions. he picks out a key from the assortment of keys attached to his keyring (a gift from you on your third date as an official couple) and unlocks the door, greeted by an empty room. he closes the door behind him and promptly falls back onto your bed, instantly recognizing the scent of the moisturizer you apply after every shower. for a few minutes, he just lies there, comfortable on top of your fluffy sheets while his fingers mindlessly toy with a stuffed fox plushie that’s situated next to your pillow.

he gets bored, though. quite fast.

he sits back up and looks around your room. your desk is right next to the bed, several papers and a textbook opened up indicating a previous study session, a clock and a few novelty items are displayed along the edge of the desk. there’s an unfamiliar item, however, that catches his eye.

a small book with pastel yellow hardcover, pages too thick to be a notebook or a novel, is set on the corner of the desk closest to your bed, as if you’ve placed it there after flipping through it on your bed. there are small decal stickers decorating the cover — hearts, stars, flowers, smiley faces.

he shouldn’t pry, right?

right.

suna pulls out his phone again and scrolls through his social media to distract himself.

…

what the hell is in that book?

suna huffs in frustration, his curiosity slowly getting the better of him. he’s having a mental back-and-forth with himself, feeling like there’s a mini angel-suna and a mini devil-suna on his shoulders, each whispering words of discouragement and encouragement in his ears.

unfortunately, mini devil-suna wins this time, and he can imagine mini angel-suna shaking his head disapprovingly as he snatches the yellow book off the table. if it’s something personal, like a diary, i’ll stop reading immediately, he promises to himself. in one swift flick, he’s on page one.

it’s a photo album. and there’s a picture of a familiar bouquet of flowers staring back at him.

suna doesn’t know what he had expected, but he can’t say he’s not surprised at his finding. he instantly recognizes the moment captured in a polaroid film — the flowers he got you on day he finally, officially asked you out.

it was two weeks after the whole picking-you-up-from-a-party-and-then-kissing-you-in-the-parking-lot incident. obviously, the both of you knew that your relationship can no longer be labelled as “just friends” anymore without either of you having to say anything. throughout the two weeks, you continued to meet up as usual, though the hello and goodbye hugs you share linger a little longer, the looks you give each other a little deeper, the hand-holding a little tighter. until, finally, suna can no longer sleep without thoughts of you running through his mind and plaguing his dreams.

so one sunday morning, he wakes up with a resolve, more determined than ever. he cleans up really well, does his hair and even sprayed on a little bit of cologne, before heading to the florist to pick out a bouquet of flowers in your favorite colors. he makes his way back to your dorm, marches right up to your door and knocks twice.

knock knock.

maybe it’s the adrenaline finally running out, but the few seconds he spends standing in front of your door as he hears shuffling inside might just be the most nerve-wracking time period in his life. he unknowingly holds his breath, grip on the bouquet tightening and biting the inside of his lip as his heart pounds harder than it should be.

click.

“who is it and what do you need at 7am on a sun-”

even when you’re still half-asleep, leaning on the door for support, clad in your plaid pajamas and rubbing your eyes with a disgruntled look on your face, suna thinks you’re absolutely breathtaking.

on the other hand, you catch a glimpse of your more-than-friend, smartly dressed and shoving a handful of flowers in your direction and pause mid-sentence. suddenly, the sleep washes away and is replaced by confusion as you wait for your brain to process what’s happening.

“rin, w-what is… going on…”

suna gulps and shoves all his nerves down.

“go out with me. officially. be my s/o.”

suna feels a blush climb up his neck all the way to the tips of his ears as he recalls the day, though he can’t get the image of how adorably flustered you looked as you accept the bouquet of flowers and squeak out a yes, causing him to break out in a dopey grin he can’t fight back as he closes the distance between the two of you, gently tugging you by your arm so he can capture your lips in his.

a chime from his phone brings him back from his trip down memory lane. suna checks the notification to find that it’s you, telling him you’re on your way back to your dorm, and that same loopy smile threatens to make it back onto his face. he decides he has some time left to flip through the photo album, only for his heart to melt when he discovers its contents.

polaroid photos of the little moments from your relationship decorate each page, sometimes along with other memorabilia. a silly selfie of the two of you on a movie date, with the cinema ticket stub attached next to it. a picture of suna sitting across from you at the ramen shop, making a peace sign as you were waiting for your food to arrive. the same fox plushie that’s on your bed that he won during an arcade date after a ridiculous amount of tries. a pretty sunset view from the top of the hiking trail he had dragged you to a few weeks ago, when he had to carry you on his back the way down. a picture of you and suna on the volleyball court, with him still in his jersey, his arm around you as you two smile into the camera — he vividly remembers having a friend take the photo after your first time watching him play in a match, where his team took the win. (and all his teammates saying he was on top of his game that day)

with a content sigh, suna finally wills himself to close the book and replace it on your desk, heart fluttering and mind buzzing at his finding. god, he loves you.

he checks the time and figures you’d be nearing your building by then, deciding to meet you outside. he stands up, patting down your bed to rid the creases he made on your sheets and leaves the room, making sure to lock the door behind him. just as he predicted, he catches you right before you enter the building. he snakes an arm around your waist and greets you with with a quick peck on your forehead before taking your bag from you and slinging it over his own shoulder, using enough strength to leave no room for you to fight off his chivalry.

“hey. ready to go?”

“yup. you didn’t mess up my room, did you?” you narrow your eyes suspiciously.

he feigns an offended gasp. “how could you think that of me, your own boyfriend that you love oh so much?”

“just making sure you didn’t find my porn,” you retort with a cheeky grin.

suna snorts. “oh, don’t worry, i did.” he laughs along with you as you giggle and swat at his chest, leaning in to press another kiss on your cheek and squeezing you closer into him. he decides against telling you about the book he found, perfectly content to keep your secret that he found out, a secret from yourself.

you look at him curiously. “you’re a little more affectionate today, rin,” you note.

he simply shrugs at your comment. “what, i can’t show my lovely, wonderful, gorgeous s/o that i love them oh so much?” he’s satisfied at the way you roll your eyes in mock annoyance, though he can tell you’re hiding your shyness.

suna chuckles, changing the topic to what you’re having for lunch. in his mind, he adds buy y/n flowers and save up for a polaroid camera to his to-do list.

it's finally here !!! sorry for the wait in between chapters, hope you all enjoyed this💜

☆ tags — @maitaro @gyun-yuu  @randomreader9797 @chloee0x0 @sapphosdilemma @onigirintarou @yaexure @alienbitch @icedhoneyy @jojowantstocry @rntrsuna @chims-kookies @kitsunekanojo @marinarihearts @lundabean @erenluvsrini @astennu @i-narizaki @sachan1956 @gojoanti @llyslikeliz @a-cosmicdawn @tyler-dimples-jones @loutij @kissmoraxx

[celestialcrownsvn]

Progress Update 12/20/22 - Scene teaser, background sketch, kickstarter rewards, character quiz!

Hello all! Thank you so much for following Celestial Crowns thus far! ✨ Please wishlist on itch.io (https://harlevin.itch.io/celestial-crowns) so that you can follow the devlog, which features more in-depth updates than I post here. The Steam page will not be created until closer to Kickstarter timing. 👍🏾

Anyway, let’s jump in! 

Writing

I’m currently working on Aalam’s route! 🌌 There’s about 5,000 words so far and I’m just about to start scene 3. My goal is to write one scene a day until route completion.

Here’s a little sneak peek.This will feature the “spoiled” choice option, and a male Terra.

Terra "And what has your mood so elevated?"

Aalam "I am eager to begin the journey home. Andromeda awaits, and she is beautiful in the fall. You will be pleased."

Terra "I'm sure."

Aalam "Come, I will not have my future [groom] so displeased. What must I do?"

Terra "Get me another drink, please?"

"I only asked for a moment of peace and quiet, but Aalam seems pleased by the simple task regardless."

Aalam "Consider it done, Milav."

Terra "Excuse me?"

Aalam "I thought the good Advisor was exaggerating when he said you were behind in your studies."

Aalam "It is a word in the ancient tongue, it means \"beloved.\""

"I clear my throat, embarrassed that I didn't realize. I have never been very good at learning the second language, it seems to go in one ear and out the other, but Royals are supposed to be fluent."

Terra "Is that appropriate? We hardly know each other."

Aalam "We will know each other better soon enough."

"He gives me a polite nod before stepping away to get the drink, and I sigh." Terra "I thought I'd at least get a few months before having to suffer through pet names."

Celeste "Aw, that's so cute!"

"I jump, turning to see Celeste close behind me."

Terra "Celeste! Were you listening to our conversation?"

Celeste "Of course not. I was making myself available in case you need anything. Until you leave the palace, I am still your personal maid, after all."

"I give her a knowing look, but she just flutters her eyelashes innocently."

Terra "Well then, I {i}need{/i} you to dispose of this glass and find someone to clean up this mess."

Celeste "As you wish!"

"She bows and leaves to follow my orders. Aalam returns shortly after with a fresh goblet of wine, and I accept it with a \"thank you.\""

Aalam "You're very welcome. If you like wine, then you will be pleased by the castle stores in Andromeda. We have an extensive collection, some with over 100 years."

Terra "Fascinating."

Aalam "I see you are a hard man to impress. That is all right, I look forward to many, many attempts."

"I watch him over the rim of my glass as I take another drink."

Terra "Why bother trying to impress me? I've already agreed to marry you. What do you hope to gain?"

Aalam "Your love, of course."

"I nearly laugh out loud."

Terra "With all due respect, I'm sure we can both agree that this is a political marriage. Love has nothing to do with it."

Aalam "Not yet. But that doesn't mean it never will. Why limit ourselves to an existence where we merely tolerate each other? There's no reason not to test our compatibility in areas other than the practical. We might just fall in love."

Kickstarter

The Kickstarter is still planned for May, and I am quickly trying to gather all needed assets! 🎨 The currently planned rewards are:

Stickers

CG pack

Posters

T-shirts

Keychains

And more!

Some rewards I don’t want to start until the routes are complete, as they’ll need the context. That’s why I’m trying to finish at least the rough drafts quick. I hope to complete Aalam’s by the end of January, Sahi’s in February, and Lune’s in March.

But some rewards are in progress now! I’m currently working on the stickers. 

I decided to draw them as a set on one sheet, so they could be interacting with one another. Aren’t they cute? 🤗

I haven’t decided if I’ll also be drawing the keychains or if I’ll ask one of the other artists.

Which kickstarter reward are you looking forward to the most?

Backgrounds

More backgrounds are in progress! Here’s just a peek at the beautiful sketch Stef has made for the grand hall. 🥰

It’s enough to make me cry 😭 every background just makes the game more and more beautiful. I can’t wait until I get to show off everyone’s hard work! 

Character Quizzes

Finally, I’ll be posting character quizzes for each of the main characters! First up, Lune! Respond in the comments with any questions you’d like to ask the next character, Sahi! I’ll probably do a separate post for this as well.

[Picture text:

Q: So, what is your role in the castle?

A: Publicly, my role is to give the Monarch guidance on a spiritual and political level. Privately, I’m just here to make sure Terra doesn’t screw something up beyond repair.

Q: Do you enjoy working for Terra?

A: No. They make me attend a daily tea time. As if I have nothing better to do than sit and socialize.

Q: If you were King, what would you change?

A: The first thing I’d do is reevaluate General Sahi’s fitness for his position. I believe the previous King was far too generous with him.

Q: What’s your favorite color?

A: Is that a joke? Any decent citizen of Lauté bleeds purple.

]

Conclusion

That’s all for today, folks! Please please please reblog this to get it out to as many people as possible! Once this tumblr hits 300 followers, I will reveal the full version of Sahi’s CG! 🥳

[u3pxx]

I love the lil skill drawings for the polls,,,,i want them as stickers,,,,,,,,,

ahh thanks! i do eventually want to make them into little stickers! however, i might have to clean them up first so they're all the same quality and change how they're posed if i want to fit all 24 of them in a single sticker sheet!

[pigeonwhumps]

Laces

Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch

Fiona (aka Phoenix) tries to teach Alicia how to tie her laces.

(this was a little drabble for a discord server, but I figured I may as well post it here too)

657 words

CWs: minor whump (Phoenix is 8 and Alicia 5), child abuse, fear of punishment, threats, withholding food, disabled whumpee, slap

"I don't get it!" exclaims Alicia, throwing the shoe down in frustration. She can feel her eyes filling with tears. She's tired and she doesn't understand what she's doing wrong. Why's it not working?

"Copy me. You need to make sure the loop goes through, um, through the rest of the knot."

"We've been here for hours! I can't do it!" She throws the other shoe as well, and it bounces off the opposite wall, flopping onto the floorboards. There's no point in continuing to try if she can't do it.

"Please, Lissy. One more try? I'll give you a sticker if you try again."

She shakes her head, clutching her small lion. She can't do it. What's the point?

"Please."

"Stop it!" she yells. She doesn't know why her sister's pushing so hard. "Just stop it!"

"Alicia. Fiona. What's all this fuss? Stop it at once."

Alicia freezes and looks up to see their dad in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows slanting downwards. He's not happy then.

He's never happy.

"I'm teaching Alicia how to tie her shoes," explains Fiona.

Their dad raises an eyebrow. "Not very well, apparently. Get on with it. You know what happens if she can't tie her shoes by school tomorrow."

"Yes, dad."

"Alicia. You've dirtied the paintwork, no dinner until it's clean. And I'm taking that until you've learned how to tie your laces, it's taking up too much time."

Their dad snatches Larry the lion from her hands, and her heart screams. Fiona's on her feet immediately, before Alicia even has a chance to do anything.

"Stop it! That's not stopping her from learning, she needs it. Stop being mean!"

"Fiona," their dad says warningly. Fiona shakes her head.

"She's trying her best! You're a meanie!"

The crack from the resultant slap resounds around the room. Fiona reels back, stumbling over Alicia's feet. Alicia pulls her legs up out of the way, feeling guilty but not wanting to be hurt.

"Don't you dare talk back to me like that. No dinner for a week, and be grateful it's only that. When I was your age my father would have spanked me until I couldn't sit down for days for that disrespect. Do you understand?"

"Yes, dad," whispers Fiona. "Sorry, dad."

Their dad nods sharply. "Alicia, learn to tie your shoes and quit making a fuss. You're old enough to know how to behave yourself." Alicia nods. "And use your words in future, you did earlier with Fiona."

Alicia doesn't know how to explain that it's different with Fiona, that with her she doesn't feel so much like her throat's choked up and her words empty. And even then she can't always talk.

It's too late anyway. He's gone.

She hugs herself, unable to take the contact from anyone else but needing it, needing it, needing it. She needs Larry back.

"I, um, I have Gerry if you want him. I can't get Larry back yet, I'm sorry."

Alicia shakes her head, taking the small giraffe from Fiona and hugging him. Just breathing until she can speak.

"What's dad gonna do if I can't tie my shoes tomorrow? Is he gonna put you in the shed?"

"Doesn't matter. Um, we can stop for now if you want."

Alicia does. But she doesn't want Fiona to get into trouble.

There's a sticker sheet between them that Fiona has been using to reward her with, and she picks out a green smiley face, sticking it to her sister's t-shirt.

And then a gold star to go with it, because her sister's so good. She gives Fiona a toothy grin that she knows might cheer her up.

"Thanks Lissy. You're, um, good to go one more time?"

Alicia nods, and Fiona fetches the shoes from across the room. Her sister's hands are shaking as they move slowly through the steps, and she still can't get it but she has to.

She has to.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a good day. I felt slightly better. Still coughing, but not as weak. I am still really looking forward to going to sleep.

I slept okay last night. I was still coughing myself awake. But I got more rest then I have been. So it was a win.

I woke up at 630 pretty uncomfortable, but I let myself doze for a half hour. James laid with me a bit. I struggled to get up. But I would be okay.

I liked my hair a lot today. And I felt pretty good overall. I loved wearing my new ring. I was feeling positive. James sent me off with my bag packed. And I had a nice drive, but people were still driving stupid. Just going wildly slow. But it was fine. I got to camp and was glad to be there.

Though I discovered the watermelon James has packed me had spilled all over my lunch bag. Ah well. I cleaned that up and soon Elizabeth was coming in. It's weird not having that first hour alone but I won't begrudge someone else wanting to be able to leave earlier.

And we actually had some really nice chats. About art and my drawing project but also about my pipeline theory and some other silly stuff. We had some big laughs.

I worked on my proposal for a diorama workshop and a few other small projects. I did my drawing for the day and realized I had one of the stickers hidden so today actually was the last drawing! I did my favorite Leatherman pocket knife. And closed out the project. I'll order sheets of the stickers as a limited run soon.

As others were coming it there was actually stuff for me and Sarah to do! There is apparently another snow storm coming in tonight so we drove up to the Alaskans to get salt to put all around on any wood surfaces because we have a full camp rental this weekend.

I found out it's a Christian school and so I told Sarah all about how she. I was in highschool we would go on winter retreats and it was the most important thing every year but also it was crazy because they wouldn't feed us for so long so that we would get in some weird space. And she was like Jesse that sounds like a cult. And I am like oh I know.

It was fun driving around off road pouring salt on things. And when we got back we were both a bit tired so we took a break.

Heather would have some schedule stuff for me to work on. They want more free choice and so I worked on some ways for that to work. There might be some kind of choice in what specialities they could go to every day. We will see if it's actually implemented.

I had lunch and did some work on canva. Edited some logos for the music festival. Me and Sarah would go out again to deliver bags of salt and shovels to the different cabins just in case. The snow is supposed to come in quick but then it's going to be almost 60 so it'll probably melt fast too. But it was fun being out. Though I kept tripping on my shoes and making Sarah nervous I was going to break an ankle.

The day would wrap up pretty quickly. I reminded Alexi that my birthday is tomorrow and Chloe was like what! Why wasn't it on the calendar and Elizabeth ran out to write it before I left. I just never noticed it didn't make it to the calendar because I was gone for the last week of January and then I was sick. But everyone wished me well and said they will make a bigger deal next week. Which is not necessary but is also very kind.

I said goodbye and headed out. I did stop at 711 to get a piece of pizza. And I'm glad I did because there was a lot of traffic on the drive home. So it was closer to 45 minutes. Which is whatever but still rough. I enjoyed my music and my podcast and was home soon enough.

When I got back here I did some tidying up because Celia was coming over. I ran around with the vacuum and soon she was knocking on my door.

It was nice to have her over. James would come home soon after she got there. I gave her the tour and talked about what we are going to do in different spaces once we have furniture. And then after talking with James for a bit and playing with sweetp we would set up in the studio to do some painting.

Celia would paint a pill bug and I painted Sweetp. And it was fun. We watched a video about the backrooms and painted and James made us stuffed shells. It was a really fun couple hours. We talked about the history of accents and travel and told stories and it was just a really lovely night.

James ran over to the apartment to feed the aquatics and grab a few things. And Celia left a little before they came back. I watched her from the stoop to make sure she made it to her car. And then when I came back inside I went to get a shower.

James got home soon after I got dressed. And they are downstairs talking to their dad. And I am in bed. Coughing a lot. Which still gets worse at night. But I'm sipping water and hoping that the snow isn't bad. So tomorrows plan goes off without a hitch.

Because tomorrow is my birthday! Jess should be here mid morning, weather permitting, and then we are going to IKEA! I hope that we can get everything easily and then we will spend most of the day building things. I'm very much looking forward to my birthday. James is finishing baking a cake for me now. And Jess will be here. And I'm just really happy. Despite the cough.

Sleep well everyone. I love you all so much. Until tomorrow!!

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Going to college?

Welcome to my non- Moon Knight Special Interest. 

That’s right, first aid and safety!! 

You’re talking to someone that willingly takes OSHA training at work, loves the pictograph stickers and used to work for Workers Comp L&I (labor and industries) in the insurance review portion as an admin that made sure that your doctors submitted all the appropriate paperwork to get things approved (spoiler, they don’t). 

@scarabgrant​  has brought it to my attention that people are going to college for the first time! This means all you kids are living away from home in a dorm without proper life training! Been there, my friends. 

So here are some things I learned the hard way about dorm life. Let’s start with the basics. 

FOOD: 

ALWAYS KEEP EASY MEALS IN YOUR ROOM. 

Most dorms provide a microwave area (in which people constantly make burned popcorn and set off the damn fire alarm). 

At my college, cafeteria hours did not work for my sleep schedule and class schedule. Cafeteria was also closed on weekends. I also did not have a mode of transportation and my campus was far away from town. 

Keep a drawer/shelf/trunk with easy to make microwaveable shelf stable meals. Campbell's quick go soups, instant oatmeal, beans (GET A CAN OPENER), chili, and Ramen work wonders. 

Also keep some quick dishes. A bowl, a plate, a fork, a spoon, a knife, and a cup is all you really need. 

That being said, also keep at least $25 cash somewhere in your room or on you. Never know when a card isn’t going to cut it. You should have more, but you are a poor broke college student so we’ll keep this a low number of $25. You can do a lot with that if you are desperate enough. 

Also keep a roll of paper towels. Trust me on this one. When that cup of water hits the floor you don’t want to be throwing your clothes on it in an effort to soak it up. 

You can’t keep a hot plate or cooking device in your room, but there exists a thing called “An electric Kettle”. Check your dorm rules, but it’s something you plug in and push a button and it heats up water. I doubt it’s illegal. You can use this for coffee, tea, ramen, oatmeal, or other instant meals that just require hot water! 

HYGIENE:

 You are suddenly sharing a space with people! People that might have relied on their parents to tell them when they stink. Sounds bad, but most people are so familiar with their own smell that they don’t notice when it is bad until it is VERY bad. 

Deodorant! Keep it. Use it. Keep a little one in the car for those fun days of ‘I spent the knight and now I smell bad’ moments. 

CONSIDER SHOWER SHOES. And clean them. It’s all fun and games till you get athletes foot. 

Showers! I’m going to get controversial here, but again, experiences.  You do not always have to do a full shower. Depression is a thing and so is lack of sleep and bad schedules. Wash your face every chance you get. Splash cold water on your eyes. Sink showers can be a thing. I’ve dunked my head under running water and called it a day way too often back in the day. 

If able, please keep a shower schedule though. 

Wash your clothes any chance you get. Set a timer on your phone. Some asshole is going to go in there the second the buzzer sounds and throw your shit all over the floor. MEASURE THE SOAP. If you aren’t used to doing your own laundry, there is no harm in reading the back of the laundry soap container. Soap builds up a film on your clothes if you put too much in. It’s itchy. 

Wash your bed sheets once a week if able! Check for bed bugs. This is a big issue in dorms!!! 

THOSE OF YOU THAT MENSTRUATE: Keep pads and or tampons on you at all times. Maybe you got your schedule down and know it, but that girl crying in the bathroom outside of chemistry is having a BAD DAY. Keep extra in your room. Never know when you will be stranded on campus and suddenly the store is closed and you forgot that you grabbed the last pad a month ago. 

SHARE THE SPACE: Got a roommate? First time ever sharing a room with someone? Even if you are besties from high school, you need to figure out your schedule and rules. 

Is one of you going to stay up all knight with the lights on while the other one can’t sleep because they need total darkness? Does one of you set an alarm at 6am and hit snooze fifty times while the other one got three hours of sleep and wants to sleep till 10am? Do you need to shower but they’ve been in the shower for the past hour and you are running out of time before class? Are they going to sneak their boyfriend in through the window and risk getting you both expelled out of the all girls form? 

TALK! Figure out schedules and comfort zones. Do not sit there being miserable. 

Got a suitemate situation where two rooms share a bathroom? Keep that access door locked so they can’t come into your room through the bathroom any time they want unless you have given them permission. 

Keep your room at least a little clean. Don’t let things rot in there. Maybe you go out and party every night but your homebody roommate is miserable because you have flowers growing white fuzz in the window and a trash can filled with old food that is going bad. 

TOOLS:  

You are going to want a measuring tape. You’ll know why when you need it. A flat head screwdriver, a philips head screw driver, a hammer, and pliers. If you need them, you’ll be happy you had them. Also you’ll be the cool guy of the friends that is prepared for anything. 

CAR: 

Things to keep in your car. A basic first aid kit. You can buy one of these at the store pretty cheap. Jumper cables! A pack of tissues, hand sanitizer, an extra mask if you are in a covid restriction area, and I recommend a basic overnight bag with a spare pair of underwear, socks, deodorant, tampons/pads if applicable, and a hair brush. It’s all fun till you fall down in a huge ass puddle in the parking lot. Keep the bag in the trunk so no one sees it and tries to break in thinking it’s something else. 

Learn how to change a tire. There are youtube videos! 

Weather appropriate items! Live in rain city? Keep a poncho/umbrella. Live in snow capital? Consider tire chains and de-icer. Out in the desert? Sunblock is your friend. Out in a dangerous area? Pepper spray! 

DO YOU HAVE GLASSES?! KEEP A SMALL GLASSES REPAIR KIT IN THE CAR AND DORM ROOM. Do not be the sad child that lost a screw and is now going to glass for the next three months with their only means of vision taped to their face. 

Do you need contacts? Keep extra. Don’t go to class blind.

Are you or your roommate handicapped? Make sure your campus is accessible to you! There are some old campuses out there that were made way before handicapped people were considered real people. And some of those campuses, unfortunately, still look down their noses at them. Do not just roll over and decide you won’t be taking that class because there is a flight of stairs in the way. You make sure they know you are taking that class and it is the schools job to make it accessible for you. They can move that class to a different building. I’ve seen it done. It can happen. 

Need special print? Make sure your professors know what you need. If they refuse, then there are other professors out there teaching the same subject. Or you can go talk to the school board about how they are breaking the law. 

Now let’s talk medical! 

Do you have a health condition? Do you need to be wearing a med alert bracelet? Make sure that shit is visible! Make sure your friends, professors, and dorm leader knows about it! You do not want to be passed out while someone fumbles with an epi pen and ends up stabbing themselves. EDUCADE THEM! Tell them what they need to know to keep you alive! 

Do you have a serious allergy? Are you prone to seizures? Do you have a heart condition? Educate anyone that is going to be spending time around you. TELL YOUR ROOMMATE. If they wake up to find you seizing on the floor, don’t let them be the idiot that is trying to pry open your mouth to keep you from swallowing you tongue like they do in movies. 

SEIZURES: Odds are high someone on campus is going to have one. DO NOT TRY TO PRY OPEN THEIR MOUTH. YOU WILL LOSE A FINGER. 

If someone is actively seizing, your job is to make sure they are in a safe place. Get them out of the road. Make sure they don’t hit their head on anything. Put a shirt or something soft under their head. Call for help. Check for any medical alert tags, watches, or bracelets. Any information you can give the 911 operator is gold. Even if they already know they have seizures and are on medications, breakthrough seizures can be serious and may mean their medication isn’t working right. 

BANDAIDS: I keep latex free bandaids on me. Latex allergies are a hell of a thing (I have them!). Keep bandaids in all sizes and shapes. You can also consider surgical first aid skin glue, but this is not a solution for everything and can also sting like a biiiitch. Glue is useful in areas that a bandaid can’t quite get to and if you are doing something that requires a lot of hand washing or where bandaids might cause a hazard (fire). GLUE IS FLAMMABLE. KEEP THAT IN MIND YOU FUTURE CHEMISTS. (Surgeons use glue at work when they have cuts on their fingers). 

Bandaids are not always good enough. 

Keep a pack of the following in your kits!: 

Telfa pads. These are sterile absorbent smooth pads. You can apply triple antibiotic ointment to them (neosporin) and place them over any larger scrapes. It will keep them clean and absorb the blood. 

GAUZE WRAP. Comes in rolls. When using this on limbs/fingers you want to start on the telfa pad to hold it in place. Then wrap up or down. You want to overlap the previous layer by 50% with each round you make. DO NOT GO TOO TIGHT. Just a gentle firmness is all you need. It is designed to cling to itself. When done, ripp the end and smooth it over the previous layer. It will stick. 

COHESIVE BANDAGE. Comes in fun colors! This stuff is vaguely sticky, VERY stretchy, and will hold anything in place. The biggest thing to remember about this stuff is that the stretch sinches! You can and probably will pull it too tight and after you place it, it will retract on itself and cut off circulation! 

The proper way to apply this bandage is to unroll what you think you need. This releases the stretch. Then gently and loosely wrap it back up on the roll. Apply over the gauze wrap without stretching it out again. When done, cut it and lay it flat. Keep the 50% rule just like with the gauze. 

TAPE: Bandage tape. This can be placed over the ends of the cohesive wrap and will hold it in place. Can also be used to make your own bandaid! Wad up some gauze or fold up a telfa and use the tape to hold it in place! Do not cut off circulation! 

BANDAGE SCISSORS: These are a sort of safety scissor we use in the medical field. You can slide the flat end under clothes or bandages against the skin and cut things away from problem areas. They use these in ambulances. 

70% Isopropyl Alcohol! It will hurt. It will help. 

Peroxide: I don’t know what they use this for in the human field. It turns white because it’s damaging off the damaged tissue. That’s why it bubbles. Dead tissue turns white and bubbles. Also not great near eyes/ears/face… What is it good for? It is a quick way to get small amounts of blood off of things. Clothes, surfaces, hair…. As long as it doesn’t set in or become old, it will get it off! I’m sure it also disinfects wounds too. But not like Alcohol does! ;) 

Remember when placing a bandage, if your limb is numb, it’s too tight! If you have immediate strike-through (bleeds through the bandage) you may need stitches! This isn’t a good thing if it bleeds through. 

DO NOT TOURNIQUET. You are not in a medical movie. You will kill the limb and cause an amputation to be needed. Don’t do it. The ONLY time you should tourniquet is if a medical professional TELLS you to. I’m not even going to tell you how to do it because I can’t stress this enough. You place a tourniquet only if the other option is death. 

PRESSURE. Just put pressure. Fold up a shirt, jacket, something, and lay it over the wound then use the heel of both your hands to apply firm and even pressure to an area if needed. 

Alcohol prep pads: Little godsavers. 

GLOVES. Latex free gloves! DO NOT TOUCH BLOOD BARE HANDED UNLESS YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO. Put a box in your car and put a box in your room.

EYE FLUSH. Keep eye drops or sterile eye flush. DO NOT USE VISINE. Visine shrinks blood vessels (it’s how they get rid of red eye. Makes it smaller) and causes them to get more irritated. This makes more red-eye. Then you need more visine to get rid of that red eye. It’s a vicious cycle. 

Medication!

Got allergies? Benadryl! Don’t got allergies? STILL KEEP BENADRYL. Doesn’t have to be Benadryl. Medication is “Diphenhydramine”. Super cheap if you get off label. It is an antihistamine that helps with insect stings, allergic reactions to plants, animals, or something causing you irritation. If you are experiencing something the benadryl is not helping, you may need doctor intervention. 

Pain medication!: Tylenol and Ibuprofen both live in my kit. Why? Because one of those is not good for people with heart conditions! Some people can only take Tylenol. In fact, keep some aspirin in there too! Your friends will thank you for having options! 

Are you prone to bad flu or colds? Keep a medication you know helps you. If you like it, keep nyquil and dayquil. Not everyone can take this stuff. 

Stomach meds! Tums are always good to keep. Or Peptobismol, Pepcid, Famotadine. Know what medication works for YOU when your stomach goes south. Imodium is also good to keep in a first aid kid. Useful when the diarrhea hits and you need it to stop. DO NOT RELY ON IT. If you need to take Imodium for longer than a couple of days (I’ll give you three days), you are having a problem and may need to see a doctor. 

PEDIALYTE. This may sound weird, but your drunk college friend is going to need this. You might be the drunk college friend. Vomiting or shitting yourself? Pedialyte will keep you from the worst of dehydration or hangover. 

All in all: If you know there is a medication you often are turning to in regular life or in times of need, keep extra with you in your dorm! 

If you are on a prescription medication, keep it in a safe place. Get a pill timer app if you need to or a pill organizer. Make sure you’ve had your annual exam so if you need to go to a random pharmacy to get an emergency refill there shouldn’t be an issue transferring it over or refilling it. Know what things may interact badly with your medications. (grapefruit, asprin, charcoal...) 

FIRE! FIRE!

Know where the nearest fire extinguisher is. You can even keep a fire blanket in your car and/or dorm. They pack down real small.

Know HOW to use the fire extinguisher. There are pictures on the can. Give them a glance now and then. 

Defibrillators! They are required in most major buildings. Know if your building has one and where it is. Know how to use it! If anything, 911 will tell you how. But they can’t help you if you don’t know where it is. 

CPR: UPDATE. Breathing is less important than compression!!!!!! Do not stop compressing unless they revive or a medical professional tells you! If the heart is not going, the lungs do not matter. KEEP COUNT. It is hard business and when the ambulance arrives, they need to know how long you have been going. GO DEEP. I would rather have a broken rib than be dead. Ribs are fixable. Death is not. Sing the song if you need to! 

Bee Gees Staying alive is the correct rhythm. 

Consider taking a class on CPR and first aid and staying certified! You won’t regret it when you need it. Some colleges offer classes for free! Your nearest fire station may also offer classes! 

LEARN THE HEIMLICH. Remember, if they are talking or laughing they can still breathe. If they stop making sounds, There is NO air getting by. Ask clearly “Do you need help?” If they nod or are clutching at their throat, consider this a pretty good permission. 

LEARN HOW TO EPI PEN! Watch a youtube video. 

JUST BECAUSE YOU USED THE PEN DOESN’T MEAN THEY ARE FINE. The epi pen has bought them time. Now they need to get to a hospital/doctor so they can continue to get help getting the allergen out of their system. 

You are out in a new world of new things. There’s a good chance you might suddenly find out you have a new food allergy or allergy in general. Listen to your body. Take note of unusual reactions like itchy tongue, itchy throat, swollen face or numb lips. 

OKAY. Here’s a rough topic. 

Suicide. Self harm. Depression. You are away from home, you are away from family, support groups, friends. You may be failing class, struggling with being alone. Struggling with romance. It doesn’t matter the reason. Learn to recognize signs of depression in yourself and in others. Reach out to people struggling. Make a friend. Leave them a note asking if they are okay. Do something nice for someone random. One good thing in a sea of sadness can give them a light to cling to. 

Recognize signs of suicide. Giving away items. Telling people strange things like ‘you were always a good friend’. Odd behavior. Reach out. Tell a professor or councelor or dorm mother or someone. Make sure they are given help. 

Abuse. Watch for signs of domestic abuse. People are getting into their first serious relationships. Bruises, overly clingy, ‘protective’, demanding, controlling… Don’t let your friends fall into this pattern of abuse. Some college romances turn into lifetime nightmares. 

THAT’S IT. All I can think of off the top of my head without getting into my own personal stuff…Or rambling on and on. 

But if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to reach out! My ask box is ALWAYS open and so are my DMs! 

Stay safe everyone and make sure your college experience is a good learning lesson! 

[nottapossum]

YAAAAAS Charlie would absolutely have a stickers rewards chart for every little she takes care of!! Each one personalized to fit any little’s individual personality ofc!! ⭐️❤️🌼

And I love the idea of Velvette having multiple pull-ups/diaper print designs to match her outfit of the day, even in little space she’s always gotta make sure she matches and is fashionable !! ✨

I also like to HC that Velvette out of little space designs little/age regressed clothes as a side gig because little’s deserve fashionable clothes that also are functional and can stand up to even the roughest activities little’s can get up too (like reinforced knees, convenient snaps, frabric that’s easy to move around in ect !) ✨

I’ve been thinking about Alastor’s past life, and how he might of had a rough experience with his father growing up and definitely preferred his mother over him

I like to HC that in Alastor’s past life during childhood he might have been a bed/ pants wetter, and his father would constantly shame/punish him for it, while his mother was very kind and understanding even going as far as too help Alastor clean up his bed sheets/pajamas (or his daytime accidents) before his father could find out

And Alastor regressing is no different, he’ll become extra fussy before bed/nap time and even tries to clean up his sheets/pajamas/pants in his regress state before his caregiver finds out and even after his caregiver finds out 🥺

And after a while of frustrating accidents a caregiver will suggest wearing protection, and at first Alastor is unsure on the usefulness of it, not really understanding the benefits since he was born roughly in 1893 before bedwetting pants or training pants were invented and has no clue what there intended purpose is

But after realizing his bed/pajamas/pants will stray dry with protection Alastor will think they’re the best thing to be invented since slice bread because as we know Alastor loves his old timey puns and references 🤗

Blitz is so adorable and needs to be protected at all times !! I love the way you write Blitz and Fizz’s friendship !!

I like to HC that even though Fizz doesn’t need pull ups/ diapers he’ll occasionally request that Ozzie puts him in one to make his best buddy Blitz feel better about having to wear them because Fizz is so kind and understanding of his friends feelings in little space ⭐️🥺

Im also curious if you have any plans for Lucifer in your story?

As we saw in the season finale of Hazbin hotel, there appears to be an apple shaped building attached to the newly rebuilt hotel, assuming it’s Luci’s room, it appears he’ll also be living at the hotel from now on

I think he could be a fun character to include as an extra caregiver with all of his fatherly advice/ experiences

Ofc to help the other caregivers with their littles or to be the emergency babysitter thats called upon at a moments notice 😭

I also think Lucifer would also be an adorable little too, with his love of ducks, his goofy personality, and being easily picked up and cradled because of his fun size stature 🥺 plus being the big boss of hell, he definitely needs to unwind and relax from time to time !!

You’re doing fantastic with the writing, keep up the amazing work !! ⭐️

1)Yesss!! She's also going to buy them all journals to keep up with all their progress (all specialized for each little one to keep track of their progress 💕)

2) Yesss! ✨️

3) ooo I love that! She would own her own personal agere gear business as a hobby.

4)For sure. We don't know a lot about his father, but I suspect he's no good.

5) Love the idea of Rosie breaking the cycle of trauma/abuse for him.

Her and the others showing him what a good childhood is like. It's truly adorable.

He probably assumes the bed wetting is his fault, that he's broken or something, but Rosie would assure him that there's nothing wrong with him at all and there are ways to help.

I also love that he would just be impressed by these "new" inventions. Seriously, the only thing he stays up to date on is music.

6)Blitzø does need to be protected. Adorable lil gremlin ❤️

Fizz would definitely wear pull-ups if he thought it would make Blitzø feel more confident. They'd do anything for each other ❤️💚

7)Yess!

Lucifer is a flip 50% Caregiver and 50% Little! (Age 3-10)

Book 1 will take place during the events of season 1, and 2 will be after that. So, he'll have moments in book 1, but he'll mostly be in book 2.

But OH do I have plans. Lol

This baby will NOT be forgotten! I cannot wait for more of this king!

8)Thank you 💖

@todayimfour

[galgenwerk]

𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨! "they say that people give gifts this time, right?" he's holding a small teddy bear keychain in the palm of his hand. "here. i won it at some game thingy. merry chrimmah." that's not it, but close enough. — by @ostentumm

how cute is that? garry has to hold a palm against her mouth to stifle a laugh. while she isn't intending to hide her joy, she doesn't want oliver to think she's laughing at his present.

   having patiently watched him rifle through his pockets to procure the small keychain, she sets down the cooking utensils she's busying herself with right now, making the both of them dinner. gingerly, the small gift is received, and garry immediately traces the fur of the small bear in her hand. and then she does giggle, gratefully.

   ' that's very thoughtful of you, oliver. i actually have a small something for you, as well— i was planning to wait until after dinner, but now i might as well. ' throwing a glance at the halfway boiling pot of water on the stove, she dips out of the kitchen for just a moment, to get her bag from the entryway.

   thinking of something to get him was more difficult than she first thought. while he's a kid, he's certainly not your usual kid, and she wasn't sure if he'd be happy about a plushy or something similar ... so she went for a middle ground, for something she already knows.

    the table is still clean, so she pulls out a frame, a document, and a bunch of sticker sheets. unsure on his ability to read, she slinks around the table, stands next to him and leans over the paper.

this document, belonging to one oliver ___, stands as proof of his friendship to one garry ___. with their signatures, this document counts as completed, and will allow oliver ___ to find refuge with garry ___ whenever he so chooses.

   ' it's a bit cheesy, ' she explains after reading it quietly, making a note to underline the missing spaces next to their first names. ' but i don't have a last name, either. well, i'm sure i had one ... but i don't remember it. ' now hunkered down next to the boy, she smiles at him, cheerful and hopeful. ' i thought we could come up with last names for each other. once we've signed this with our new, full names, we'll officially be friends. and if you ever feel alone, or scared, or need help with something, you can look at this paper and come by my place. '

[laurenejohnston]

Week 8 Update

What is working?

This week I was able to finish and finalize my ‘example’ sticker sheet and complete more work on two additional standard sheets that I will be selling in addition to the custom sticker sheets. I’ve also purchased the domain name for the website and paid the hosting fee so now I have officially got the page! The order form and plans for the page are coming along nicely. 

What is not working?

This week was a whirlwind and I wasn't able to complete as much work as I’d like to, both on the website and sticker sheet designs. My workspace also was messy and uncoordinated so I ended up cleaning out my whole desk area to create a newer more organized space. 

How do you feel the project is coming?

I think overall it's going well and even without the website running yet I have had lots of friends and family looking forward to orders already! I think that it’s moving a lot more slowly and drawn out than I’d hoped it might be but also that there are a lot of things to consider and it will just take some extra time to get things going a little faster. 

What are you learning about running a business?

Time management is so key! I said it before but finding the time to create products, a website, and manage a business is definitely difficult. I salute those who find the time to juggle everything while staying organized!

What are you learning about yourself?

While I do love organizing and keeping on top of things, I’m finding that managing my time is getting harder and harder as things get busier. I also find, however, that planning ahead on at least the major tasks I have has saved me from making it even harder on myself so I’m very glad for that. I think that I’ve learned I work best when I set deadlines for myself and write out my goals so I can go through things step by step, this way I’m less overwhelmed by it all.

[aethertownusa]

I am looking for something and not finding it but looking for it I did find these interesting notes about being bad at getting blood taken in '21 enjoy now ENJOY NOW

Ate all of 2 Kind bars today then went to get my blood taken. My memory of last time—first with pseudocovid then a few weeks later—was so neutral that I hadn’t really thought about this so much. Building under construction, yellow light moving in gap between big BEAR WITH US, GROWING HEALTH NEEDS OF THE VALLEY posters covering windows, seated at angles from others waiting—in the hospital, not the testing place. Memories of dad's accident.

Thought it’d be quick. The cubicles I’d forgotten about entirely from last time. There was an intake nurse who called an old man Honey and talked to him like a child. He told her how he’d been doing. I thought that maybe when you are old and ill the intensity of your involvement in your own illness changes the way you hear their condescension—maybe all you hear is their asking what seem to you to be natural questions about how much you’ve eaten etc.

This nurse did not like me. Now I think of so many women in so many offices in school. “She’s so cute,” she said to a nurse about an old lady 2 feet away. This is the type of woman with somebody’s head in her fridge.

She asked if I needed a “companion” to walk me to the lab. Really that was an adorable way to put it and thinking of it now I soften toward her. I just don’t like it when people condescend to old folks.

Through the miserable halls just like dad's accident. Gray-green and practically tick-hum tick-hum lights like in a movie. Following the ELEVATORS LOBBY stickers on the ground. Everyone looking at me curiously. No other patients walking.

As she asked if I wanted a companion a group of construction workers went past, orange, and one turned his rhino head and looked at my thighs up down like that trucker of old. I found it delightful. When I passed them again I looked down with my eyes like that “American girl in Italy” because it seemed charming and also simple. A person in a knit beanie with many many red spots on their face, hands on legs in wheelchair, not doing well but also rather more neutral than urgent, like a passenger in a sidecar, a minor clamor among nurses, this person is from the treatment center. I understood that they were a drug addict.

Blue square fronts of nurses. Awkwardly trying not to march in time with a nurse nor to overtake her but when somebody looked at me as if I were robbing her I just sped up for the elevators.

At last I am waiting to have my blood drawn. I am in a dogleg hall, trashed up with clean unused vacant objects. PLEASE DO NOT PUT SAMPLES HERE sign, spare gurney—not a clear sense of what surrounded me. Little folding-arms chair. I remembered suddenly that they can’t get a vein if you’re dehydrated. On the counter vials with pretty caps, pink and yellow and blue. The nurse said “Let me guess … you absolutely love needles,” and for some reason I made a Trainspotting joke.

Long thin goodlooking woman, yoga type, nor young nor old. I didn’t look at the needle or the tube because I remembered that one funny time when the cheerful young nurse showed me my vial and the world warped like one of those sheets you wobble to make thunder noises.

Blood was coming slowly. “You’re so teeny tiny,” she remarked earlier while trying to get a vein. I began to feel off and said something about it. She said we were more than halfway done. That was good to me but also bad, and I asked if I would need a second shot. The first going in had really hurt. She said no and then looking at the caps I made a joke about how it wasn’t really a shot. She laughed in recognition but yes it’s the same needle. Same species I said. Only nothing’s going in only coming out she said. I began to feel that ominous jack frost lace ice crawl up my cheekbones and temples. Mister Pickwick voice appeared. "I wonder if I might pass out," I said.

Nearly there. I was better and then worse. And now it gets legitimately interesting. Interesting to experience and to think about again. "Oh dear oh dear I may genuinely pass out." Fever ripple and suddenly my cheekbones frigid and sweating. "I got all I need," she says, cheerful and comforting me. "I’ll stay with you as long as you need." Absolute nausea plunge and blackening eyes. “Oh dear oh dear,” I said. “I’m so sorry. This has never happened before.”

I couldn’t see. I actually made the eheu eheu sound you make to pretend to cry. It was like the gravity in dreams but located in my intestines rather than the kind of erotic—though awful—dream-falling. And the same rushing as though you’re above your own falling form.

The nurse was asking another nurse for a wet cold washcloth for my head or neck. I explained that I hadn’t eaten enough. Each time she said “She hasn’t eaten anything today,” to the other nurse I corrected her, like lobbing a basketball up at an impossibly tall net: “I only ate a little. I didn’t eat enough.” I was thinking with scorn and pain of the good movie I’d watched last night, “Murder, My Sweet”, where Marlowe kept getting clubbed and drugged and the camera fills up with black from the sides like a Canadian Film Board animation—I was thinking see how fiction is, you're watching a guy in a movie like that and identifying with him as you do and here one blood sugar drop was poignant torture, real pointed torture. So nauseous. I thought of nausea after aneasthesia. I thought “I can’t do this”. The surgery, the whole process. Washcloth back of my neck did improve me, maybe because I willed it to. A young nurse asking if we needed a wheel chair, there was one free. I think this was after I said “I’m afraid I’ll need someone to accompany me out.”

"Take your mask off, take your mask off," early in the drop. Doublemasked per hospital law, through which I had already been having trouble breathing. Brought me ice cold water which I sipped. The young nurse was a Black man, yellow bands on his short braids, eyebrows up, very nice face.

"Do you have a history of passing out when your blood is taken?"

“No, no, this is the first time. I’m so sorry, guys.”

I was also thinking of Plath passing out in the tattoo shop. “Can you chug the water?” said the woman nurse. I had been sipping.

Can I put my head down.

Sure. She went to get more water.

Head on the blue, American Airlines-blue armrest, hand on my own forehead, wet and cold, dim surroundings. I said Thank you for your patience, etc. Came back with water, I sipped it and passed my hand over the grease mark my forehead had made on the armrest—really for show.

Could you chug it, please.

I did and asked if there was juice or something. Sugar. She asked if there was, but not allowed, Covid protocols or something.

"There’s really nothing better than chugging water!" she said brightly. She was smilng and kind. "Can you do a third?"

And I was all right after that. Guy nurse sitting on the gurney, hands between his legs like a kid on a wall. “Don’t worry, it happens all the time!”

Woman nurse said, “I can’t even talk to my husband about needles. He goes ‘bleghhh!’” Hands in her blue belly, making her scrubs rumple.

[stargazerdali]

extremely gross medical issue vent under the cut no really don’t read this unless you feel like feeling Very sorry for me and also grossed out

so  i had this little red bump recurring on my inner thigh. i get acne a lot, so i don’t think anything of it, until one day, (read: about a week ago) i get the bright idea to slap one of them hydrocolloid stickers on it, yknow, to make it go away?

it was NOT acne. It was a boil. A bit of advice, if you’re actually reading this for some reason? DONT put hydrocolloid stickers on a boil. It makes it MUCH worse. It’s worth mentioning, at this point, that I HAD NEVER SEEN A BOIL. No one had ever explained them to me, or told me where they come from, or even that they’re different from acne!  

The pain was so bad i was walking like i had a permanent mechanical bull between my legs. Only at this point do i decide to figure out what this might be, so i give it the ol’ googs. Okay, a boil, gross! Why do they happen? Chafing and sweat? Wait, but everyone with fat on them chafes and sweats, does that mean this is just... normal??? 

ANYWAY, detouring around the sad story that is WHY i didn’t know about this stuff: Google tells me to keep it clean, moist, and covered and it should resolve itself! 

“Okay google,” I say, with blind trust, “I will do those things.” Note that i do not ask HOW it will resolve itself.

Well, (and here’s where it gets really genuinely gross, folks, final warning) as it turns out! The way it resolves itself! Is by exploding!! 

So, there I am, just woken up, changing the bandages, when i notice it looks much worse. It is yellow and it almost looks like it’s... growing? like enough to see with the naked eye? I wipe at it with a tissue and the floodgates OPEN. I quickly begin to panic as blood and pus flow from some secret reserve under my skin, mopping it up as fast as i can before it gets on my sheets. It hurts like someone trying to suture me with no anesthetic every time it’s touched, but eventually, finally, it slows, and i can spray it with antiseptic and wrap it back up. 

I go back to google, in a panic still, convinced I need to rush straight to the ER, only to find that, APPARENTLY, that’s exactly what it’s supposed to do. Now I don’t know why none of the previous googlings haven’t mentioned this, but at least now i know. It doesn’t seem infected anymore, but it does still hurt. 

I am extremely grossed out and embarrassed, but I just needed to vent because genuinely what the fuck.

[xaviergalatis]

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Department of Bioregion

A Cascadia Field Guide to Wheatpasting

December 29, 2018

A CASCADIA FIELD GUIDE TO WHEATPASTING

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AN EASY STEP BY STEP GUIDE TO WHEATPASTING

Like graffiti, wheatpasting is a direct action technique that is a simple, visual means for communicating messages to a large audience created by mixing, water, flour and sugar. Wheatpasting has been used as antiquities and can be as simple as 8.5x11 sheets of paper, or even smaller, 11x17 copies or printouts, or large print runs, or lots of individual sheets coming together to combine for a longer message or picture. Prints and copies can for a 8.5x11 will usually run 3-8 cents a sheet, while larger 11x17 sheets may run 4-10 cents for black and white, or quite a bit more for color. For larger print outs, it’s always good to ask around, and most any independent print shop can offer reasonable quotes.

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Some larger pieces of wheatpaste can take up entire walls, or even billboards. Wheatpasting, like stickering and unlike graffiti, tends to fall into a legal grey area, because it is not permanent, does not use harmful chemicals, and is bio-degradable. If you would like to remain in this grey area - focus on public property - metal street signs, utility poles, utility boxes. Note that mailboxes constitute federal property and a felony offense, though some have actually found the USPS to be the nicest when reaching out about people wheatpasting on their property. People should make their own choices about bus stops - as they are public - but often it is the underpaid staff of Public transportation that has to clean them up.

If you size your pieces correctly, the back of stop signs, and other harder to reach places can yield long term results, and if you make your wheatpaste correctly, artwork can last for years even in the wettest and most damp conditions. If you want to double up your efforts, bring a staple gun.

In terms of ease, it always help to go with friends, especially tall friends, or take a small step ladder with you. 3 people tends to be optimal, where one person can hold the bucket and paint, one person can paint an under layer, another to slap it up, and then another to go over it again with another layer. You want to make sure the poster is thoroughly soaked all the way through with your wheatpaste mixture.

Disclaimer: Always check on your local laws and ordinances anywhere you might want to sticker, graffiti, or wheatpaste. The Cascadia Department of Bioregional Affairs takes no responsibilities of the actions for people who read this guide, and always recommends only that use wheatpaste in a legal, consentual manner.

Crafting your Poster

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If you’re wheatpasting to express something specific, a good design is the key for getting your message across. Go big, go simple. Most people will see your poster from a distance, and the information must translate. So make the headline huge and legible and use images that are simple, high-contrast, and equally large. Most wheatpasting is done in black and white, so make sure to use high contrast colors, rather than a lot of shades or gradients. You can also include a paragraph or so in smaller print for the casually interested, and it’s always a good idea to add a web site address or similar link for those who want to pursue things further.

Don’t limit yourself to pasting up standard-size photocopies; many photocopying franchises offer much bigger options. You can make huge posters to put up; if such printing technology is unavailable, you can paste up big images comprised of smaller copies. This may seem counter intuitive, but the thinner the paper, the better—thin paper takes paste better, and will be more likely to rip off in tiny pieces rather than all at once if an art hater takes a dislike to it. Another way to foil such philistines is to run a razor quickly down and across each poster several times immediately after you’ve pasted it up; a pasted poster sliced in this manner will only come down one small piece at a time.

Recipe for Wheatpaste

WHAT YOU NEED:

Flour

Water

Sugar

5 gallon bucket with lid.

OPTIONAL:

Glitter

Non-toxic Glue

*Note* Multiply the ingredients to as much as you need. The below ingredients will make only a very little. It is also just one of about one million different recipes for wheatpasting so feel free to google, find your own recipe or find a good youtube video that works for you.

Wheatpasting is completely bio-degradable and non-toxic. We leave it on you if you want a ‘gluten free’ alternative.

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Directions:

Begin boiling 2 cups of water

In a separate bowl mix 1 cup of water with 1 cup of flour

Beat the hell out of that flour and water. Use an egg beater if you have one and whip it until you’ve got as smooth of a consistency as possible.

Turn off the boiling water and pour in the mixed wheat paste.

Continue stirring.

Add 3/4 cup of sugar.

Continue stirring.

Make a lot of pancakes. Yum yum yum.

Dump into the 5 gallon bucket and add the non-toxic glue and the glitter (shiny!) if you want. Note that this is not necessary but may help the adhesive properties and texture of said wheat paste.

Continue stirring.

This whole process should take no more than half an hour, and it’s ready as soon as it done.

Best means of delivery:

We highly recommend getting a 5 gallon bucket with a lid. Wheatpaste will usually keep for around 3-5 days (until it begins fermenting and smelling awesome).

Best way to put up posters or artwork is usually using a paint roller or brush you can buy very cheaply from a hardware store.

Using a paint roller, throw down a basic layer of wheatpaste. Soak every spot that the flyer will cover.

Put up the flyer.

Now, using the brush or paint roller, soak that thing. You want to make sure you coat the entire thing your putting up, and especially get the edges.

Wheatpasting works best on metal, but also works fine on concrete or even brick surfaces.

Don’t forget to clean off your supplies when you get back before it has a chance to dry.

We find wheatpasting with a friend works great. One person can throw down a base layer while another puts up the flyer and helps get the edges. If you can get a few friends, divide up into a couple groups, each with a bucket and you can hit both sides of a street at once.

Enjoy, alter and adapt all of these directions as needed! Figure out what works best for yourself. We encourage everyone interested in stickering, flyering or wheatpasting in their neighborhoods to understand their local laws. This can usually be found with a quick google of your cities RCW laws. In most major cities in the Pacific Northwest, all of the above are COMPLETELY LEGAL, but may vary from area to area.

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