#notebook ideas

[alessa1010]

I was bored🤷‍♀️ Also i am very aware that Emma Watson is not a ‘thing’

[artisdesign]

mmerse yourself in the enchanting world of Parisian nights with our "Midnight Whiskers in Paris" Spiral Notebook. Featuring a stunning, vibrant cover, this notebook captures the mystical allure of a black cat against the backdrop of the iconic Eiffel Tower under a starry night sky. The cover art, reminiscent of Van Gogh’s Starry Night, combines the magic of Paris with the elegance and mystery of the black cat, creating a truly captivating scene.

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Little comic which is a parody of a scene in Gintama (I completely forgot what episode) 🥹

Also: they were co-parents (oh my god they were co-parents)

[ionomycin]

Welcome home

[erinwantstowrite]

Can Peter draw??

no <3 everything he writes is near indecipherable and that's the only reason bruce can't be mad he wrote so much down in his notebook

[floral-comet-whump]

Whumpee that deceives Whumper

They rack their brain to memorize every little movement, every indicator of Whumper's mood, every pattern. At some point, they even learn to predict Whumper.

They know what Whumper likes to see. They know what they want within a few minutes, what's going to happen to them. They're powerless to stop it.

Sometimes Whumper wants them to silently cry on the floor, so they do. It would be foolish not to conserve energy while they can.

Sometimes Whumper is already in a bad mood. They probe, both because the knowledge is invaluable and because then Whumper will take it out on them.

Whumpee has a little internal guide to how to take punishments. Begin as defiant, but still shake. Look like they're trying to conceal their fear. Gradually break. It starts off as a yelp or sob or whimper followed by an immediate insult, then Whumpee goes quiet for a bit until it's “too much,” begging quietly. And then it's as if a dam has been broken, frantically pleading for mercy, for a reprieve. They look at Whumper with wide, teary eyes, and both their true self and their facade just want it to stop.

Their cries turn quiet as their energy runs out, until they can't bear to look at anything. Their flinch at Whumper's hand on their chin doesn't need to be faked. Their distress is real, and they let themselves whimper. Whumper likes displays of exhausted weakness, it makes them feel as if they've won.

They lean into the little coos and pets Whumper gives after, trying not to gag. Alarms of panic ring through their head, and they acknowledge them.

It would be easier to lose themselves in the comfort after the torture. It would be so much easier to become a shell of a person. They already act like one. Why can't they give up?

The emotional exhaustion after they've been left alone. The dark quiet. Their steadying breath. The scent of both blood and anticeptic. The locked door. The pain.

They can escape once Whumper deems them broken enough to let out unsupervised. It's just a matter of time, just a matter of maintaining this act. A matter of trust from a sadistic torturer that keeps Whumpee in a basement for no reason other than their own pleasure.

They have to keep going.

[lplantxll]

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"bird"

[galactic-rhea]

I'm forever obsessed by the big contrast that is that Anakin is universally percieved like a dog or a dragon (for obvious reasons, it fits him!), obviously I mostly mean by the fandom, but in-universe there's lots of dragon comparisons.

But Padmé is the only character ever to compare him to an animal (a feline) that's universally considered as very independent, stealthy and regal, and like it is so jarring and out of the blue after being sold into the dragon-dog agenda that at first it doesn't make sense, but then again Padmé's the character that knew Anakin the most and it was Anakin's only relationship with not strange power dynamics attached to it and I think there's some beautiful and a very interesting comment to make about it.

something something in a world where everyone sees you as a weapon something something even you see yourself as a monster under a leash something something i see you as a dangerous beautiful creature forever hunted and misunderstood something something

[sentientstump]

nice music

[maomango-doodle]

uhh bunch of doodles

(diary entry under the cut)

Dear diary,

Yesterday, Jeeves let me cradle his face in these hands of mine. This might not seem like much but allow me to paint the full picture here. Quite frankly, I've had a few opportunities to hold this brilliant lemon before, whenever the poor thing was burning up with fever and whatnot. But, until now, I had never quite noticed how... soft Jeeves is. In that moment, with both hands on his map drowsy with sleep, I felt like I was being trusted with the most precious loaf of bread in all of England. No wonder; he's Jeeves after all. I mean to say, even in the wildest thunderstorm, you wouldn't catch less than fresh-faced and rosy-cheeked! It's a mystery how he does it, really.

But what I'm getting at is that I am only telling you this now because, for one simple reason, I couldn't tell you right away, or else I would have—Jeeves knows how no force is too great to try and stop me from jotting down a few notes on paper for later use in my books. No, you see, I couldn't because we were both getting ready for our respective beauty sleep, which meant only one thing: if I wanted to be the little spoon this time, I had to avoid any hesitation and nosedive in the sheets before Jeeves did, and lounge invitingly—as much as the willowy Wooster frame could—as to leave no room for arguments. One can enjoy doing the fulfilling act of embracing but one can also desire one's corpus to be enveloped by warmth itself, what. I didn't get to say as much right then though because, to my surprise, Jeeves had already followed me without a word and wrapped his arms round me. Directly, I felt like the happiest pillow on earth, as any pillow would be while being so firmly held and loved. But, again, I did not voice the thought; I simply let myself melt into the arms of Jeeves.

So, you see, there could possibly have been no time to grab a pen and fill you, dear diary, in on the whole binge.

[gloombeaches]

also idk if anyone else on here has seen some of the new scaremester covers sooo comp post of all the covers shown off so far!

[sforzesco]

machiavelli and biagio (and a third person), hard at work in the office :)

[artisdesign]

A beautiful and creative design of a cat and a woman in blue ❤️

If you are interested in one of the designs, this is the link in the book

[poke-poke-poke]

hear me out - i think leon and nihilego would be a fun combo

their designs compliment each other well lol

(i like villain au ideas though, so i may be biased, aesthetic wise)

[timethehobo]

Psst fellow Emmrichmancers, would yall be keen if I made more merch of him?

I mostly want to explore making other items, but just worry about having too many extras in stock. 🤔 Sticking to just him first cos I can’t possibly fund all the companions.