#self indulgent title

[alicenpai]

the girl from the other side ✨ this series gave me hope a million times but simultaneously shattered my heart into the same amount of pieces </3 (flower symbolism under cut)

sticker sheet for anime north 🍀🥧🖤🤍

SPOILERS AHEAD

forget me not - obvious reference to the Black Children and how they eventually forget who they are as they near the end of their "life cycle".

white clover (in coffin) - white clovers typically symbolize innocence.

4 leaf clover - like I wrote in a previous post on my Witch Hat Atelier seasons piece, the 4 leaf clover symbolizes luck and good fortune. Like Coco, Shiva to her loved ones is a symbol of fortune, though to the Inside Kingdom, a symbol of misfortune.

sunflower - typically symbolize strength and warmth, a fitting flower for Shiva, the light illuminating Teacher's dark past.

nasturtium - another flower symbolizing strength, and has strong ties to the "victory" after battle. apparently soldiers used to don them as a sign of a long battle won. fun fact they are also edible (don't take my post for nutritional advice please) (ill probably write a bit more on this topic when my head is more clear)

[mydaylight]

THE GILDED AGE (2022- ) | George and Bertha Russell + art

Couple in the Drawing Room | Carlo Stratta Unknown title | Vladimir Pervuninsky Romeo and Juliet | Frank Dicksee Dance in the Country | Pierre Auguste Renoir Finally Alone | Edoardo Tofano

[choccy-milky]

from my new oneshot, 'the vexing village of vellmore' ✨ ao3 / wattpad ((it's about seb & clora visiting a cursed village and trying to figure out how to break the curse, and since it ended up being 50k words i decided to split it into 2 chapters and the next part will be out soon!🙏 also, while it does have spoilers for the raven and the snake, it's a standalone story and can be read blind💖))

[creeping-ghost]

YELLOW!!

cringe is dead! So I made an OC for Bill to work his trauma through. This is his current (many came before this one) therapist.

D-SM5 did not hope for it to achieve any breakthroughs, but its ability to be calm and tranquil through anything turned out to be just what Bill needs

Reblogs Appreciated!!

BONUS DOODLE: (inspired by the energy @ckret2's bill doodles have)

[half-dead-space]

Duke: Are you crocheting?

Tim, running on 2 hours of sleep: The spider instincts wish to weave!

Duke, slightly weirded out: Okay? Whatcha making?

Tim, holding up his creation: Blanket!

[sacrifesse]

┣▇▇▇═─ LiMiNAL SPACES iD PACK 〰️

🏚️ ︵︵ REQUESTED BY NO ONE ᶻ 𝗓

🏚️ ︵︵ TAGGiNG @id-pack-archive ᶻ 𝗓

✙ ︵︵ SYSTEM NAMES : the liminal council , the surreal system , the eerie system/collective/etc. , the empty system/collective/etc. , the abandoned system/collective/etc. , the uncanny system/collective/etc. , the backrooms (system/collective/etc.) , the nostalgia system/collective/etc. , the dream system/collective/etc.

✙ ︵︵ NAMES : zero , void , noir(e)¹ , noiresse , noirette¹ , alice , adeline , agnes , amelia , beatrice , clara , eleanor , charlotte , margaret , agatha , daphne , lucy , jane , abigail , adelaide , albert , alexander , alfred , annabelle , archie , arthur , atticus , benjamin , benedict , nostalgette , nostalgesse , calvin , catherine , cecilia , clementine , daisy , dorothy , elizabeth , emily , ernest , evelyn , felicity , gideon , graham , harriet , hattie , hazel , henry , hugo , imogen , daze¹ , ivy , juliet , augustus , lulu , mabel , matilda , olive , oliver , olivia , penelope , phoebe , sophie , theodore , victoria , vivian , walter , odditie¹

¹ names that certain alters of the darling stars use

✙ ︵︵ PRONOUNS : liminal liminals , surreal surreals , eerie eeries , empty emptys , abandon abandons , uncanny uncannys , nostalgia nostalgias , dream dreams , zero zeros , void voids , null nulls , daze dazes , yellow yellows , backroom backrooms , dim dims , fog fogs , glitch glitchs , 🏚️ 🏚️s , 🌫️ 🌫️s , 🕳️ 🕳️s , 🗝️ 🗝️s , 🚪 🚪s , ❔ ❔s , ❓ ❓s

✙ ︵︵ USERNAMES : glitchedreality , foggynostalgia , brokendreams , uncannyvoid , forgottenothingness , forgottennothingness

✙ ︵︵ TiTLES : the surreal one , prn who is surreal , the eerie one , prn who is eerie , the uncanny one , prn who is uncanny , prn who hides in (the depths of) the uncanny valley , prn who is lost in a dream , prn whose head is in the clouds , prn who is trapped , the unending terror

✙ ︵︵ LABELS : liminal space system , liminalbased

✙ ︵︵ GENDER SYSTEMS : liminive

✙ ︵︵ GENDERS : liminalgender , liminix , limspacegender , liminalic , liminalspaceic , liminalsnowic , poolroomic , limineontheaterive / limineotheive , unfatholiminal , seiorea , liminalspacestalgic , natatoliraifortic , limingrassybeachroomive / limgrberoive , parkgaraliminix , infiniteakea , liminredglowneighborhoodive / limredgloborive , weirdthing , weirdcoric , dreamcoric , weirdiscomfix , liminalpoolgender , limindoorpondive / limindoponive , liminclosedairyaisleive / limclosedaive , perinul , snowlimcoric , cliproomic , liminalsnowmasc , limneonstairwellive / limnestaweive , liminaquic , weirdcattic , weirdpuppic , weirdbunnic , liminalforestic , abanadductix , liminvoidmasc , crypfrustra , bedroomliminix , hallwayliminix , hotelliminix , houseliminix , malliminix , storeliminix , poolliminix , playgroundliminix , schoolliminix , videogameliminix , liminalpoweric , liminalnucleic , distortic , limisanglitchic , liminalxirasic , horrormossic , liminalnostalgic , backroomsgender , līmenriutal , liminalost , darkliminalspaceic , valicanic , kidliminalic , abandosubwaybodiment , limideathiv , liminalcameraic , liminaldollic

[PT: liminal spaces id pack. requested by no one. tagging id-pack-archive. system names. names. pronouns. usernames. titles. labels. gender systems. genders. /END PT]

[idolysa]

†⃨⃰‧̍̊ ◟ ͜ ͜ ͜ ◞　Creepiness Inspired SNPTs｡

🔪 、 System Names ； The Cryptids, The Uncanny Valley, Miserablity, Forest entities, Silhouettes Collective, Sys(tem)phobia, (In)Comprehensible Horrors, Hated by God Collective, Abandoned Saints, Heaven’s Outcasts, Eyefilled/Eyeful.

🗡️ 、 Names ；Creysia, Ezra¹, Halorina, Izzysia, Mikyna, Glenallen², Katherine, Keir, Loathye, Sinsel, Starecile, Oddina, Lagoona, Siren, Entiyne, Mira(belle), Miserine, Phobie, Eyesia.

1: Hebrew for "Help" (Noun). 2: source(link).

⚰️ 、 Pronouns ； Uncan/Uncanny, Abomi/Abomination, Cree/Creepy, Stare/Staring, Wat/Watch, Out/Outcast, Weird/Weirdo, Crypt/Cryptid, Eldri/Eldritch, Enti/Entity, Fores/Forest, Fog/Foggy, Miss/Missing, Abandon/Abandoned, Misery/Miserable, Horr/Horror.

🪦 、 Titles ； The Terrifying Entity, Prn filled with Misery, The Crucified Horror, Prn who’s Watching (from the Forest), (The) Reverse God, Prn’s Miserable Existence, The Silhouette from your Nightmare, Satan’s Messenger, Prn who hides in the Fog.

[crepe-of-wrath]

Self-indulgent Sukuna x Fem Reader

Please no U18 readers; fem reader; Sukuna too soft for canon; "Sukuna despises everyone except Reader" genre of Sukuna x Reader fic; passing mentions of Sukuna Things (domination, collars, oral (m receiving), etc.)

Sukuna doesn't know what's wrong with him. What was he thinking, humoring your stupid little request for your stupid little embroidery kit?

Why did he want to look at you sitting there at the base of his throne, stitching away as though you were a happy and free woman and not the dominated, marked up, imprisoned little pet of the King of Curses? Why did it please him to see that, so long as you were able to make your little designs on some worthless scrap of fabric that Uraume had found for you, you were perfectly happy to submissively and silently curl up at his feet for hours on end, until it amused him to drag you onto his lap so he could play with your tits or your pussy? Why did he like it when you would occasionally pause to stretch your hands? It couldn't be because that was when you would look up at him and give him a gentle smile, like you didn't mind at all that you were completely bare except for tiny panties, collared and leashed for your Master's amusement and pleasure.

No, it couldn't be.

Where was his cruelty? Why wasn't he ripping up the kimono that you had made just for him, that you had offered him with a trembling voice? What was holding him back? Callously destroying the result of countless hours of your work would be just the thing to fully break you!

It couldn't be because wearing your fine silken handiwork while you drop to your knees and begin to worship his cocks with your mouth as you stare at him with adoring eyes makes him feel more of a god than anything he's done in a thousand years.

No, it couldn't be.

[cambria-writes]

Your resident vampire spawn is a complicated man. He terrifies you, but he also inspires something in you that you aren’t sure you have a name for. Yet.

Or: bard!reader tries her best to befriend Astarion like the caged tiger she thinks he is, and Astarion relearns that kindness doesn’t always have to have a price.

Pairing: Astarion x Bard!F!Reader Overall Rating: T, may change in later chapters Warnings: blood, gore, violence, a lot death talk, mentions of sexual assault/abuse, my spelling comes with its own warning, Canadian/British English, tags will be updated with future chapters

Chapter List

Teaser 1 Teaser 2 Chapter 1: Blow out all the candles 1 sept 2024 Chapter 2: You're too old to be so shy 9 sept 2024 Chapter 3: So I stay the night Chapter 4: But we're both in silence Chapter 5: Like we're in a crime scene

[erisenyo]

A post-canon multi-chaptered fully written fic anyone? Completed for @fandomtrumpshate and featuring established Zukka, Sokka and Suki bestie-ism, plenty of worldbuilding, some spicy long-distance relationship letter writing, and a whole lot of educating yourself and expanding your mind one sex shop at a time.

Sokka is on a tour of the Earth Kingdom along with the Water Tribe delegation. Two months of travel throughout the Earth Kingdom to build relationships. Two months to make deals, reestablish trade routes, show off Water Tribe crafts and explore Earth Kingdom goods in return. Though this type of exploration maybe wasn't quite what was intended... The sixty-one days until Sokka next sees Zuko suddenly can't go fast enough.

[landinrris]

Unconstrained

Pairings: Lando/Carlos

Rating: E

Tags: Background George/Alex, Grad School AU, Friends With Benefits, Explicit Sexual Content, Service top Carlos Sainz, tender horny, exhibitionist tendencies, slow burn but they're having sex the entire time, Recognizable background characters, A dash of miscommunication, Minor angst but a full happy ending

From what Lando can see through the half-open door, there’s a guy sitting at a large table looking down at his keyboard. All Lando can plainly see is a head of dark hair, his nose, and a large bottom lip. Lando thinks he’s seen the guy around even if he doesn’t know his name. He’s beyond intimidating in a way too-attractive people often are, but Lando’s desperate. The guy’s head shoots up, eyes wide in surprise, when Lando knocks on the open door. He’s probably in the middle of office hours and not expecting anyone to need him. His gaze is as piercing as Lando remembers from the previous few times. “Can I help you?” the guy asks, probably realizing Lando’s not one of his students. And while Lando’s seen him, he doesn’t think he’s ever heard him speak. The sound of his voice is a deep timbre that curls around the English words. Lando wonders what this guy teaches and if he would be allowed to audit the class just to get more of it. Or: Lando and Carlos are in a Ph.D. program navigating both graduate school challenges as well as an ill-advised friends-with-benefits situation that has no chance of going wrong.

Read on Ao3

[slavhew]

I WON !!!

[knizuu]

Art +my brother helped with the Knuckles/last Godzilla XD

[orionauriga]

quantum immortality

the umbrella academy | five-centric s4 fix-it | 5k words | gen

“Be realistic,” Booth Five says. “It’s time you face inevitability. The rest of us have.” “No,” Five snarls, appalled at the words and doubly so to hear them in his own voice. “You know who you sound like? The Handler.”

In Max’s Deli, Five comes to a different conclusion.

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tldr: five hargreeves fucking loves and would do anything for his family and he would not lay down and die when told there's nothing he can do to save them.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

a whisper in the autumn wind

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1647 | Read on AO3

A chill racks your body as you and Mark make your way through the cool night. You mentally curse, wishing you were wearing more layers, though you know anything more wouldn't have fit under the tactical vest that sits snugly around your torso.

Your heist partner doesn't seem to notice you shiver, busy making sure the coast is clear before proceeding and gesturing for you to follow.

You do your best to keep pace with your friend's manoeuvres as he darts an odd pattern through the museum, triggering a bout of slight nausea that causes you to stop in your tracks.

‘Hey, keep up!’ Mark whisper-yells, turning around just in time to miss you steadying yourself after a wave of dizziness.

Somehow you make it the rest of the way without collapsing or being seen, but you're now all too aware of the fatigue in your muscles and the soreness in your throat. Meanwhile, your partner in crime carefully but swiftly wraps the stolen artefacts and slips them into his bag.

Your prize this time? A series of ancient tablets that you plan to sell to an illegal collector. You can't imagine what practical use someone would have for these, but at the end of the day, a job's a job and money is money.

It is only on your way out, that you feel the tell-tale itch in your nose that you have been dreading all evening.

As you scrunch up your face, Mark looks at you in confusion.

‘Buddy, you've been acting off all night, what's up with you? You good?’

You nod, desperately wanting to move on and for this to be over with.

The first couple of sneezes you manage to quell without too much fuss, but you can already feel a larger one threatening your nostrils.

While crouched behind a display, hiding from some guards, comes the point at which you can no longer hide that you're suppressing sneezes.

‘Alright, we are so close to being scot-free— hey what are you —? You're not sick are you? Really? Now?!’

Mark shakes his head back and forth with a string of frantically whispered "no"s as you fight your reflexes, but it's futile.

The sneeze that finally escapes you is resounding, and there is a beat of stunned silence and lack of movement from every party involved before you and Mark react first, bolting out the exit with the guards in pursuit.

It's a mad dash with a lot of ducking and diving, adrenaline probably the only thing keeping your body going, but by some miracle the two of you manage to lose them, eventually making it to where your getaway vehicle is parked some ways away so as to not be suspicious.

Piling into the passenger seat, exhaustion hits you all at once and you're thankful that Mark is the one driving. You pull off your gloves and hat and he does the same.

With no one following you, your partner drives cautiously in order to not draw any unwanted attention, careful to abide by traffic laws and always on the lookout for cops.

‘There's tissues and water in the glove box,’ he says after a few minutes, expression hard-lined and inscrutable, eyes focused on the road.

There's a thick tension in the car, uncharacteristically quiet save for the limited traffic outside and the rumble of the engine. You blow your nose, and it feels awkward in the silence, only broken on occasion by your sniffing. You take a sip of water, grateful for the coolness against your chapped lips and dry throat.

Eventually, you decide you don't want to endure the tension any longer, and you're too tired to let your little mishap turn into an argument; it was your fault, after all.

‘I'm sorry.’

Mark sighs. He glances at you, then back to the road.

‘It's okay. It's not your fault you're sick, it's just… Why didn't you tell me?’

‘Didn't want to ruin the heist.’ You laugh, but it's strained and weak, void of any real mirth or humour. ‘But I guess I kinda messed up on that anyway, huh?’

He lets out a small huff of laughter. ‘Yeah, no shit.’

You look down at your hands, folded in your lap.

‘Hey, it's not a big deal,’ he consoles. ‘We got what we came for and we didn't get caught. That's about as much as we can say for most of our heists.’

Your gaze stays downcast; he does make a good point, but it doesn't stop you from feeling a little guilty.

Mark must notice, because he reaches across to place a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, other hand still keeping the wheel steady.

You put your own hand over his, grateful for the comfort. You close your eyes and will away the growing dizziness and brain fog, the warmth from his now ungloved palm reassuring.

‘Look buddy, I need you to know I'm not mad or anything, just a bit upset that you didn't tell me in the first place… and annoyed at myself for not catching onto the fact sooner. I just thought… I thought you felt like you could be honest with me about this stuff.’

There's an undeniable hurt in his tone that makes you look up at him. He is still intently focused on the road ahead, despite there being rather few other people and cars out at this time of night, and you know it's out of choice — he takes his eyes off the streets in favour of looking your way for much longer than necessary when he wants to. Usually you'd chide him for doing so, but right now you can't help but wish he'd properly meet your eyes, just for a moment.

‘No – I can. I can tell you nearly everything, I – I'm sorry.’ You take a steadying breath, organising your thoughts. ‘You were just – really looking forward to this one, and there was no better day for it, everything lined up perfectly for us to go tonight. This stupid cold had to turn up and it started out as just a sore throat, no big deal, and well… I thought I could stick it out a little longer despite feeling like crap, but…’ You trail off, turning to look out the window as he approaches your shared base, returning his hand to the wheel.

He pulls up, setting the car to park, and finally turns his head to fully face you, placing a hand on your knee to get your attention.

He says your name, and it sounds like a term of endearment. For someone so bold and often brash, he can be surprisingly tender, a side of him that rarely anyone but you gets to see. ‘I rely on you, and you can rely on me… but part of that means we have to tell each other these things.’

‘Yeah, OK…’

‘Pinky promise?’

‘What are you, five?’

‘I'm serious,’ he says firmly, holding out his finger to emphasise the point.

Smiling, you hook your pinky around his own and shake on it, but not without rolling your eyes first.

‘Good,’ he says, pleased. ‘Now that that's settled, let's get inside, hm?’

While Mark retrieves the loot and stows it for the time being, you let yourself in, settling on the small couch in the living room. You take off your shoes and unzip your vest, easing it off your aching limbs.

The nausea and dizziness seems to have passed but you feel hot, yet a little shivery, and you're on the verge of nodding off when Mark appears in front of you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. If it's even possible, you feel incrementally hotter with his touch as you return his concerned gaze through sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

‘I think you've got a fever, bud. C'mon, time for bed.’

You groan in protest, too drained to move, instead letting your head fall forward to plop against his chest, the soft texture of his plain black sweater a comforting feel against your fevered skin.

‘Oh boy, what am I gonna do with you…?’ he murmurs, bringing a hand up to pat your hair. He speaks softly, and with such affection that your heart would probably be doing somersaults if you weren't so tired and ill.

‘Alright, upsy-daisy.’ In one quick motion, he picks you up, carrying you bridal style to your room, and for once you don't object.

‘Hey, you better not make me sick too,’ he warns without an ounce of actual distaste, as you practically nuzzle your face into him.

He gently lays you in bed, tucking covers around you.

‘I'll be right back.’

You instantly miss his presence, tugging the blanket up a little around yourself.

He returns before long with a box of tissues, the bottle of water you'd been drinking and some painkillers, leaving them by your bedside. He places a wet face cloth beside you as well.

‘I know you're probably feeling cold but I don't want your temperature to get too high, so use this, and keep drinking water.’

You nod, about ready to drift to sleep.

‘Call me if you need anything, OK? I won't be far.’

‘Don't you want to sleep?’

‘I will in a little while, but you can still call me.’

‘Ok,’ you reply appreciatively. ‘Thanks for… looking after me.’

‘Someone's got to.’ He smiles at you gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

After a pause, he gets up to leave, pulling the door closed but leaving a gap the width of his face.

‘Rest up, buddy.’

He makes a quick kissing sound in your direction before shutting the door fully, his footsteps receding down the hallway.

Your face feels very warm.

Must be the fever, you think, placing the towel on your forehead with a yawn, before swiftly falling asleep.

[renaulonso]

Fernando Alonso ahead of the 2006 French Grand Prix