#this will get zero notes tho

[innitmarvellous]

So here it is, my great mystery project - now finished!

On my search for a new crochet project that's at least sort of unique, I had the insane idea to recreate one of my favourite works of art. And well, I did. I'm honestly pretty proud of this one too because it took obviously quite a bit of effort and I'm still a beginner at crochet. Well, I'm sure someone else did it before and most likely even better, but if so I couldn't find it ;) (Not even a crochet pattern for the full thing!)

And because my photo skills aren't the best, just as usual...here's another photo taken with flash where you can actually see the stitches pretty well. Not sure if you should actually look at them closely though, lol.

[pokemonblack3white3]

GOT A TIER LIST IN THE ASK BOX FROM THE WONDERFUL @bronzong-detector BUT THEY SENT IT OFF ANON WHICH I DONT THINK THEY MEANT TO DO. so I'm just copy pasting it here.

[xxgoldie]

you know that one family guy scene where lois just vaguely talks about 9/11 and the crowd keeps cheering? that's what posting about lighter feels like rn.

[osteochondraldefect]

okay before i die for the upcoming week. 1.) mefisztóland trailer study 2.) mefisztóland toxic/doomed yaoi scene redrawn as sayerhale 3.) OCEAN design by @kamil-a :3c

[medics-secret-shipfic-folder]

Hilarious to me that this silly little tf2 sideblog has roughly 5 times the amount of followers than my main.

What the hell happened here

[chaoticlandworlder]

Ngl the liam lawson hate is getting real tiring

[flovoid]

WTH. SINCE WHEN I REACHED 1K FOLLOWERS IN SIMBLR WHAT-

[shardofsun]

I’ve heard some people criticize TFP Smokescreen for basically having the same personality and role as Hot Rod, but I get it. Hot Rod is a character that not everybody likes thanks to the original movie, and I can understand TFP wanting to use that character archetype without the preexisting baggage. What’s more nonsensical is RotB’s decision to do the exact same thing to Mirage, when ‘young, impulsive underdog’ is…pretty much the exact opposite of his G1 personality, and when they could have used TFP-style Smokescreen. I propose that this inexplicable decision to reinvent the same character archetype is evidence that all previously unused G1 characters will eventually undergo Hot Rodification, in a phenomenon akin to carcinization. Within fifty years we could see all non-essential cast members all become Hot Rod. In this essay I will—

[arminsumi]

why does posting pure smut feel so empty

[wickedhawtwexler]

ok i’m like 90% recovered from a bad cold but i hurt my throat with 1.5 weeks of coughing and still can’t sing super great. what am i singing at karaoke tonight

[sleevebuscemii]

the best amount of notes to get on a post is 86, 473, 1248, 3672, and 7539. some ranges between those are ok but any number with a 0 is out of the question. anything past 7k means it’s breached containment and must be put down (notifications muted)

[skitskatdacat63]

In my race notes:

EXCUSE ME PAST CATIE, BUT WHY ABSOLUTELY NO CONTEXT????? WHAT IS THIS 😭😭

[itstimeforstarwars]

The struggle about posting stories that I KNOW are going to be zero-note wonders is that I have to finish them before I post them. I have to rely on myself to enjoy them enough to finish them, both because I will not be getting feedback from readers saying 'wow I'm so excited about this!!' but also my brain will interpret a lack of positive attention as people hating it instead of as a reasonable lack of interest due to writing about unpopular characters or writing in a dead fandom. This is one of the fun tricks you learn when you've been writing for over a decade.

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

Not that anyone's asked about this, but--

Seeing as i'm in the mood to share some random info about what rattles around in my brain-- Have this list of canon muses i either plan to try writing, or have considered writing, but for one reason or another just... haven't attempted lol

tho i will slapping all that under a cut--

{𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔}

Impey Barbicane - Code: Realize

Saint-Germain - Code: Realize

Kageyuki Shiraishi - Collar x Malice

Noël - Sound Horizon

R.e.v.o - Sound Horizon

Alice? / aka: the 89th Alice - Are You Alice?

{𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔}

Shell Overlord - Blood Bank

Jooyoung - K's secret/The Unquenchable Mr. Kim

Ukyo - Amnesia: Memories

Idia Shroud - Twisted Wonderland

Kazuki Hoshino - Collar x Malice

Laito Sakamaki - Diabolik Lovers

[keepitdreamin]

in our dnd game, we had to kill one of the party member's younger brother bcs he made a devil deal and got red pilled (no but literally) but after we ended the session, I had an rp thought in the discord

Anyways Mist is never taking this necklace off 😭😭😭

[xenteaart]

the hard way

pairing: vampire!chris x to be vampire!reader genre/warnings: dark romance, mean chris, angst? kinda dead dove, mentions of death, blood and a lil gore (not too graphic tho imo), it's okay in the end??? and they're in love plot: reader is getting turned into a vampire and it's not as cool as she imagined author’s note: obvsly heavily inspired by railway and that SPITTING SCENE. idk it's prolly gonna flop but i wanted to picture that process and a not so hot side of it

“no.” “why not?!” “because i told you so a million times already. we’re not discussing this.” chris spits out and furrows, growing more agitated with each passing second.

“what, you don’t want me to be equal to you?” you ponder desperately while your mind searches for any, any reason at all as to why chris won’t turn you. it’s been getting to you for the last couple of months, and you’re sure you’ve gone through every possible explanation your troubled brain could come up with: he doesn’t love you. he doesn’t wanna spend eternity with you. or maybe it’s a power thing. or, or, or...? this endless cycle of worry and uncertainty has been keeping you on edge for way too long to think clearly now. “gosh, it has nothing to do with equality,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “what is it then?” “drop it.” you snap. “we’ll have to find out the hard way, then.”

you grab the nearest kitchen knife, and it turns out to be the one you use for cutting meat, a chef’s knife as they call it. how fitting. chris barely has enough time to catch up with your madness infused impulse, and when he turns his gaze back to you, the knife is already deep in your guts.

you thought it was gonna be romantic or somewhat dramatic at least. something from the movies where he sinks his vampire teeth into your neck, and just like magic — your eyes flash bright red, announcing the beginning of a new life.

“you dumb bitch,” he exhales shakily and somehow manages to catch you in time because the sharp pain in your stomach makes you lose your balance instantly. you’re still bitter and angry in the heat of the argument and you expect him to be the same way, but when you glance up, chris looks nothing but panicked. “that’s a new look on him,” you think, and it confuses you.

chris growls and sinks to his knees, carefully holding you and trying to move as fast as possible. what you don’t know is that turning can only be done in around thirty seconds since fatal injury. that might explain the rushing and chris’s pure bambi eyes panic but your consciousness is already starting to drift away to hold onto that train of thought.

chris bites into his wrist with unmasked fury, tearing and ripping his own veins even though using a knife would have been much cleaner. probably less painful, too. “swallow. now! come on, don’t you fall asleep on me now, focus!” he grabs your face and presses hard on the jaw joints, making you open your mouth like a puppet doll.

the sickly metallic taste of your own blood at the back of your throat from the internal bleeding mixes up with chris’s thick blood that he generously spits into your mouth, and you want to throw up. your head feels dizzy as your eyelids are getting heavier, your hearing suddenly fails completely as if someone turned the volume down from ten to zero. limbs are falling weak, and the pins and needles in them are so, so far from pleasant.

the thing about turning is... you actually have to die first. be fully, completely gone to be able to come back changed and corrupted, turned to the extent of your DNA having been violently rewritten. that you did not think through enough. the muscles in your throat contract almost on reflex, swallowing and gagging on the gooey salty substance, making your chest heave while coughing strangles you further. the tingles and nausea are so overwhelming and all consuming you actually catch yourself thinking dying would be a relief now. and then it follows as you wished.

you doze off for god knows how long but, by the looks of it, it can’t have been more than a few minutes because as you regain consciousness, chris is still looming over you, his own blood fresh on his lips. he’s blurry, though, everything is.

“come on, suck on me. c’mon, baby, there we go,” he coos as he brings his wrist to your lips, forcefully pressing it into your mouth and leaving you with little to no choice. the phrasing, unlike usual, doesn’t sound dirty or hot now, more like a life-saving command while you’re still so out it. it feels good, though, chris’s blood.

it doesn’t taste so metallic and gross anymore, and the texture feels almost soothing on your dry throat, like hot honey milk on a friday evening. suck, gulp, suck, gulp, suck, it almost lulls you back into serenity, some primal instinct of being attached to your only life line, finding comfort in someone’s warmth and touch and taste.

you wonder how much you’ve drunk already and whether chris will have anything left but you’re so, so thirsty you can’t even bring yourself to care.

what finally makes you stop is the sudden sharp ache in your gums. it feels so piercing the aftershocks are almost reaching your brain and eye sockets, and as you feel your old teeth fall out, a pair of longer fangs cuts through and settles into the upper teeth row. hot tears are stinging your eyes and you whine like a wounded deer, still unable to speak properly. it’s all too much, and you start to regret what you’ve done, and maybe, just maybe that’s why chris so passionately refused to put you through it. this kind of hunger and the animalistic, blood thirst driven rage were never something he wanted to inflict upon you.

your entire body is shaking but it’s not really a fearful tremor, more like restlessness, a new sort of “itch” somewhere deep, deep inside that you’ve never experienced before, the feeling so intense and soul wrenching you simply can’t disobey it. it makes you want to jump up and run.

“don’t worry, i’ll teach you how to handle it.” chris cups your face after taking off his leather gloves so you can feel the comfort of his actual skin. the touch is calming, but barely enough compared to that growing desire and need to satisfy the itch. “you stupid crazy cunt, why do you never listen,” he whispers into your forehead, his lips lightly brushing over your cold sweat covered skin, as he holds you closer, squeezing you against his chest in a protective manner, though the real danger to yourself is now planted within you.