#s!numb

[barksbog]

some of my plush maker tips:

get those scissor looking forceps they use in surgery/to pull dogs ear hair out

magnetic needle pillow is overrated and honestly just increases risk of stabbing yourself

if you are a heathen like me who won´t stop sewing over pins buy the extra fine glasshead ones

GET ERGONOMIC SCISSORS

using your iron on low heat to smooth/flatten minky and fleece. use a blowdrier to fluff up fur that got kinda crinkly and flat.

if you have an embroidery machine get the fancy titanium needles. i know they cost an arm and a leg but they do break less often and your machine is the mostly likely to really get damaged when a needle breaks and it gets stuck (it´s also most stressful noise known to mankind)

if you have an embroidery machine. consider getting a good pair of noise cancelling headphones

tear away embroidery backing is actually REALLY good and will save you so much work. if it tears during the process just tape over the back where it tore.

sublimation printing? set your printer to high quality. i know it takes 500 years but just start cutting/taping in the mean time it´s worth it!

set it to photopaper. semigloss works best for mine but play around.

put a carpet around where you cut and work with fabric so the fuzz gets stuck in there instead of spreading into every corner of your house

here is my supplier list (i´m EU based)

oh right and stop working if you are in pain (:

[betterthanbatman1]

​He looks like the shell of the man he used to be

Look at his eyes. They’re completely empty. They’re not like how one would describe ‘cold, dead eyes’. No, they’re eyes devoid of life. It’s so much more than just eyes that are ‘empty and emotionless’. Every single detail on his body shows just how much emotion and turmoil this boy has been through.

Those eyes are hollow because everything he’s been through has ripped his soul-the the very essence of himself- away. The eyes aren’t completely blank, so it’s more than just emptiness. The irises were sketched but still lack colour. His eyes have been washed out not erased. It truly captures the pain he’s in and has been through.

They say ‘Eyes are the windows to the soul’. His soul has been through so much for his eyes to reflect that so painfully.

[glittergroovy]

[absinthemindedly]

My hair is roughly the same color as it was in middle school and I think I'm having a crisis

[callsthefaithful]

wip. the visceral urge to give every character the cuntiest eyelashes won out 2day

[dw-companion-bracket]

DW Companion Bracket - Quarter-Finals

[punkeropercyjackson]

Bnha fans being convinced there's some epic love triangle between Shouto,Izuku and Bakugou and that Momo is purely platonic to him is dumb asf.If my abuse victim ass had to choose between a guy who's constantly insulting me and threatning me with physical violence both over nothing and my best friend who's like a brother to me that responded to me telling him about my childhood by comparing me to a comic book character and projected his coping mechanisms onto me in a way that insulted one of my blood sibling's,i'd be like 'Fuck 'em both,i'm dating my autistic trans pastel girl bestie who's never once done anything remotely mean to me and was the first person my age to make me feel normal'

[monochromaticwriting]

Listen, I'm in a mood, and I just needed to let out some graphic Gabriel/Maycella. This is purely self-indulgent, and it does get detailed and graphic about the human body.

It was a slow burning passion. A hunger that settled in Gabriel's stomach. A hunger that flared up when he looked at Maycella. He had grown addicted to the feeling of her fangs in his neck. Of her webs around his wrists and ankles.

Marie knew of this hunger. She knew it, but could never understand it. But she respected that Gabriel needed this release. The release of the pressure building under his skin. Only a monster could soothe another monster.

It was broad daylight when they performed this ritual. May had taken his hand and led him to her room, with the sun rising in the sky. Everyone in the home was asleep, besides the two monsters performing their dance of lust and carnal desire.

Clothes were stripped off. May's human illusion dissipated, with her beautifully long arachnid legs now on display. Most of her lower half was altered into that of a thorax of a spider. Somewhere deep in Gabriel's mind stated what species of spider his lover was, but he couldn't focus when a fanged mouth pressed on his lips. He kissed back, though their kiss was not traditional. They couldn't kiss properly.

May pins Gabriel to her bed. A canopy bed, with four posts, that were intimately aware of their true purposes. One of her legs lifted his cock, making him groan at the strange sensation. His cock was flaccid, not having the blood it needed to harden, and cold, but that only made her more excited. She rubs it against the heat of her epigynum, before holding his cock in place and seating herself on it. Their combined moan filled the room as she sheathed him deep inside herself.

It was a strange sensation. From the cold of his cock and the heat of her epigynum, it only made their hunger for each other stronger. She pulls back and bites her wrists, pressing the bloodied appendage to Gabriel's lips. He gripped it tightly in his hands and drank deeply of her life force. He heard her heart skip a beat as she gasped. His cock was slowly hardening as her blood flowing through him, making her moan at the sensation.

Despite the smell of arousal being strong in the air, neither one moved from their spots. She was still fully seated on his cock, and he was licking her wrist clean of any excess blood. Slow, taunting licks. His eyes met hers, begging her for more. Begging her for the release he was so desperate for. Her hands cupped his face, leaning down and pressing her mandibles to his lips. He presses his lips back against her mandibles. May pulls back, but only to go down his neck. Gabriel shivers with anticipation, knowing what she was about to do.

She teased him at first, lightly pressing her fangs to his neck. This earns her a needy moan from his lips. He wasn't much of a talker in this state, but he made so many delicious noises for her. May rewards him by sinking her fangs into the external jugular vein, pushing her venom through his body. Gabriel goes limp, now in a state of bliss from her venom. She lifts herself off his cock, and begins to produce silk. He felt her spinnerets against his legs as she webbed his ankles to the bottom two posts, before she moved up, and did the same for his wrists. Tying his wrists to the upper two posts. He could break free if he wanted to... But why would he want to?

May opens a drawer to his left, prompting him to open his eyes. Gabriel wasn't sure when he closed them, but he lets out a gasp as he sees the sheathed knife in her hands. Moving her position, she sinks back down on his still hard cock, and unsheathes the knife. The knife was impeccably cleaned, even though Gabriel was immortal, May always made sure to clean and sharpen the knife. Truly, she spoiled him.

They shared a look, monster to monster. He arches his back, pressing forward as much as he could. Her venom made his body feel numb and weightless. Placing her legs on the webbing, she thumping a pattern. .--. .- - .. . -. -.-. . Patience. He pouted at her, he needed to feel the blade in his skin.

She traces his torso with the blade, giving him just the barest hint of what's to come. He shudders and moans, if he had the vocals to do so, he would've begged her to just do it already. The same pattern got tapped against the web again. .--. .- - .. . -. -.-. . Patience.

Then he felt it. The knife pierced just below his right shoulder, going down just between his pectorals. She takes the knife to his left shoulder and cuts down to meet the other cut. Except this time, she takes the knife down to his abdomen, stopping just above his groin. May rubs his body with her free hand, her thumb tracing along the incision. It was a strange sensation that Gabriel loved. He needs more.

She repeats this action, just enough to carefully pull the layer of skin and fat away. This left his muscle layer completely exposed to her eyes and hands. Her fingers danced and rubbed against his ribs and sternum. She takes the knife and cuts through the abdominal muscles in a curved shape, just above his groin. She lifts this muscle layer, exposing his visceral fat. She gently traced over the last protective layer, before cutting into it carefully, her prizes were just below this initial layer of visceral fat. May was gentle as she pushed the fat away. Just below were her prizes.

She sets the blade aside, before giving him her full focus. May's hands were gentle as she touched the organs under her hands. Gabriel released a sigh as he felt her fingers in him. Like a pressure deep down had been released, leaving an empty place, ready to be filled by her.

May started with his intestines. They squirmed in her hands, not wanting to be held in place. Her hands pressed forward, caressing the squirming organs until she reached his stomach. His cock twitches inside of her, encouraging her to keep going.

Her hands go up further, her eyes staring into his. He glances back at her, before closing his eyes and throwing his head back in a loud moan as her fingers trace along his lungs. The contractions and inflation of the organs made her thump the web in excitement. --. --- --- -.. _ -... --- -.-- Good Boy.

Her arms go further into his chest cavity, reaching his heart. It beats with a slow rhythm. An inhumanly slow rhythm. Her feet tap again. -- .- -.-- _ .. May I?

He nods, not daring to speak, as to not ruin the atmosphere they had created. It should've hurt. It should've been painful. But he only moaned in bliss as she pulled his heart out of his chest cavity. It still thumped softly in her hands, and he looked up at her with trust and love. May was one of the very few, he trusted with his heart. Figuratively, and literally.

She brought the organ to her mandibles, pressing them gently on it. A makeshift kiss. She thumps the webbing one more time. .- .-. . _ -.-- --- ..- _ .-. . .- -.. -.-- Are you ready? He nodded. He needed her more than anything else. Slowly, she moved her hips, beginning a slow pace in riding him. As May rode Gabriel's cock, she licked and kissed his heart. It made his cock twitch and balls tighten. She was so warm around him. So loose and wet, showing just how much she was into their gorey fun. Neither one lasted long, the foreplay making them needy and worked up. They breathed for a moment, coming down from the height of bliss.

She kisses his heart one more time, before sliding it back into his chest. It reattached like it had never left. Gently, she slides the visceral fat layer back over the organs, before pulling down the muscle layer. They heal back like the cuts never happened. She then places the subcutaneous fat layer back over, and then finally, the skin. Once all was back in place, May pulled herself off his flaccid cock, before she used the knife to cut the webbing off his ankles and wrists. Once he was freed, she helped him work out the soreness of his joints from having laid there so long. They lay there, just embracing each other, before one of her legs lifts his cock and slides it back inside her. Gabriel sighs at the warmth, looking her in the eyes.

"I love you, May."

.. _ .-.. --- ...- . _ -.-- --- ..- - --- --- I love you too

[boxxedleaves]

back from the detists

i feel a lis tsilly :33

(they gave me nitrous oxdide/ laugjing gas and im eepy now) i really am a numb lil deer :3

[tunapesto]

cosplaying is healing me personally (killing my wallet, also)

[crxmes]

@crxmes

[cadmium-free]

City Limits: Explosion in the Paint Factory (Youtube/Spotify)

my attempt to take a lot of the music each of us shared while playing armour astir and make coherent listenable playlists. the listenability of this one is incredibly debatable. this one was in my notes for a long time just as "the fucked up and evil playlist"

We’ll Suck Forever - The Garages (May & Peta) | Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) - The Offspring (Dipthera) | Redesign your Logo - Lemon Demon (Vista Smithsonian) | Temporary Secretary - Paul McCartney (Matt Paint) | Doritos & Fritos - 100 Gecs (Room to Grow Teens) | En Slemmig Torsk - KSMB (Room to Grow Teens) | Lightning Strikes - Klaus Nomi (Agitant) | Man-Made Object - Lemon Demon (Vista Smithsonian) | Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads (Papa Bombarello) | They Might Be Giants - I’ve Got A Fang | A Mask of My Own Face - Lemon Demon (The Nameless) | The Savers - Perry & Kingsley (Beep Snortz) | Numb (80s Remix) - Linkin Park (Papa Bombarello) | Prisencolinensinainciusol - Adriano Celentano | Fictional Aisle - Tall Boy Special (Venty) | Disco! In the Panic Room - Bug Hunter (Dewey Glen) | Tom Lehrer - We Will All Go Together When We Go

[diariodeunrincondemi]

when Nirvana said: "I miss the comfort in being sad" and Pink Floyd said: "The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb"

[shanedoesdoodles]

filled with angry but attempting to stay silly

[handgiven]

if there was one thing the boy knew how to do it was stay quiet. calm, ever-watching, rarely meeting anyone's eye. uncanny. a sensible target, really. even now as billy towers over him, he says nothing. it isn't hard to tune the other out. with needles on his brain, ones he can still remember from deep at night. piercing light treading his skin, burns that would have him strip of it entirely, and come morning finding nothing. he cannot help but shiver and it is then that he feels, by the corner of his eye, the other's lips pull into a smirk.

spirited away sentences: @godstrayed [billy hargrove]— ❛  trembling, aren't you? still, i'm impressed you made it this far.  ❜

he feels cold, suddenly. and something about it makes him gaze up at the other. it's been so long since he'd been cold last. blue eyes. blue ice. he shivers again and presses closer against the wall. cold fire burns as hard as the one that boils his skin at night. being caught between the two of them is of no comfort, and they do not balance each other out. still he says nothing. he's good at that.

[trinimusicophile]

Linkin Park - Numb

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

Don't know what you're expecting of me

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

Become so tired, so much more aware

I'm becoming this, all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me?

Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control

'Cause everything that you thought I would be

Has fallen apart right in front of you

(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

Become so tired, so much more aware

I'm becoming this, all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know I may end up failing too

But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

Become so tired, so much more aware

I'm becoming this, all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

I'm tired of being what you want me to be