#I bought a laptop cover JUST for the stickers

[ohhcinnybuns]

Bought some cute little skk items from @moon-fish-ghost’s shop! So cute!!! I love them and will cherish the heck out of them! Check out their stuff and support their lil shop if you can!!! 🥹💕 So many adorable SKK items!

[dveam]

almost ordered the stickers but then I remembered that I promised to myself to be more responsible with my money

[writingwisterias]

Movie Nights

Leon Kenndey x Reader (Use's Fem pronouns)

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff! Girl Dad Leon Summary: Leon returns home to his girls who have built a fort and prepared a movie night (I thought of DI! Leon but any will do!)

Leon's keys were loud as he fiddled with the front door, your little girl giggled in your arms - the sound attempted to be muted with your hand over her mouth. Your own giggles threaten to spill as you watch her excitement. "Girls?" Leon's voice thundered through the house. Normally his baby girl would have bounded through the home, racing as fast as she could to launch herself into his arms. But there wasn't the sound of her footsteps slapping against the wood or her distant giggles from wherever she was in the house. His heartbeat quickened slightly panic trying to worm his way into his chest.

You both could hear his footsteps around the house, his biker boots thumping as he checked every room. You both giggled at the loud thud as they came to a stop at the doorway of the room you were in. Leon smiled at the sight of the fairy lights that gave the room a warm glow, only muted by the numerous bedsheets that covered the room creating a fort. His sigh was audible as he freed it, his anxiety now settling; the action making you feel guilty for insisting your little girl hid to scare him. "I wonder where my girl has gone" he chuckled, his words dramatised for effect. Leon's heart swelled as his daughter bounded out of the sheets, starfishing before him as she released the tiniest scream. The intention was to scare him but not trigger any of his PTSD that lingered after all his years of service. He pretended to jump, flinching away dramatically; holding a hand to his chest as he pretended to catch his breath.

You watched as they hugged each other, Leon's frame engulfing hers as he held her. Breathing in the sweet smell of the cheap body mist she insisted he bought her last week, she chirped, "Welcome home, daddy," she chirped in his chest. He muttered his own welcome, the sound muffled in her blonde hair. So, what's going on here, then pumpkin?" he asked her, pointing at the fort before them. The small girl giggled, "Mommy made us a fort to watch movies"

Leon smiled when he saw you, his eyes sparkingly with admiration as he saw your grin. "Did she now? I see you both have your Pj's on" He replied, his fingers rubbing against the soft fabric as he held her. She nodded, her hair flying all over her face as more giggles filled the room. This was why Leon kept fighting, in hopes he could protect the innocence of his little girl; to hide her from all the horrors of the world. "Yes! You have to wear them too or no cookies" She demanded, her little fingers poking his chest to prove her point. "Is that the rules?" He laughed. "No PJs - No cookies....no homemade cookies" You teased, a smile plastered on your features. Leon groaned but complied guiding his daughter back to you as he left to change.

He loved being sandwiched in the middle of the both of you. His little girl resting her head on his lap as she watched the same Disney princess movie, his heart melted every time he heard her voice sing along. Your head rested against his shoulder, your hands entwined as you took in this small little bubble, the fluffy blankets a cushions making it cosy and safe away from everything else if just but a moment. Leon never thought he would get the chance to have this, assuming her would be worked to the bone or drink himself to death. But since finding you, the speed dial on his motorbike lowered, and the levels in all the bottles never dropped, and finally home seemed more welcoming. Even if he did find pink glitter on all of his shirts, the specks sticking to his work boots. His laptop was covered in Disney-themed stickers; his head was constantly filled with that one annoying song he could never get rid of. He wouldn't change it for anything though- this is what he wanted; all tucked away safely in a fort....with Elsa serenading them.

[iliketangerines]

I need some absolute deviousness rn but, hear me out;

Yandere god Raiden getting mad when you get bored of playing mortal kombat, like he knows he's in a game and so does all the others and sometimes you could see his character look at you through the screen eugghhh

And then he overrides the new game you're playing and snatches you up :33

stuck in a dream

a/n: god i need him so bad it isn't even funny

pairing: lord raiden x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), nipple play, pussy eating, finger fucking, electrostim, creampies, size kink, praise kink, slight overstimulation, not proofread

you stare at your desktop, trying to decide whether or not to play the new Mortal Kombat 1 game or to play Mortal Kombat 11, and you flick between the two of them

the appeal of the new game is tempting, but you had a soft spot for Mortal Kombat 11, especially Lord Raiden

you had painstakingly unlocked every skin and detail and item for the god, had bought stickers of him that decorated your water bottle and laptop, had pins of him on your bag, had hung charms of him from your keys

your friends often joked about your obsession with lord Raiden, and it never failed to make you blush and smack them out of embarrassment

sure, maybe the obsession you had with him was a little unorthodox, but it wasn’t like he was real or anything

staring at the screen, you purse your lips and click purchase on the new game, watching the little icon load and give you a loading time

a couple of hours, enough to get some dinner and then take a nap before you play

you set down the controller and get up out of your seat, stretching out your stiff muscles and walking over to the door, ready to go and microwave something from the fridge

the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as a feeling of unease creeps up your spine, like someone was watching you, and you turn around

your bedroom was still empty, the window blinds open, and you place a hand over your beating heart and walk over to the window and make sure it’s locked before you close the blinds

seems like you were on edge for no reason, but it was a tad strange still for you to be on edge so sudden

you shake off the feeling and pad off to the kitchen and microwave some leftover rice and side dishes, scrolling through your phone mindlessly and avoiding spoilers left and right

as you finally wash the last dish and leave it in the drying rack, you fill up your water bottle and walk back to your bedroom

sparing a glance to your computer, you nearly have a heart attack when you see the Mortal Kombat 11 game open on the character select screen, Lord Raiden staring right ahead

okay, you most definitely didn’t open the Mortal Kombat 11 game when you left your room, and you sit back into your chair and take hold of the controller

Lord Raiden stares ahead at you, and you purse your lips

something felt different, like he was actually staring at you and not just forward, and you quickly exit out of the game, watching your screen load and then finally close the game

static shocks your fingers and you drop the controller into your lap, rubbing at your fingers and staring at your controller

that…that most definitely was not normal, but maybe you were just tired and needed some sleep, that nap sounded really appealing right now

you check on the progress of the game, halfway done downloading, nothing seemed wrong with it, and you rub at your eyes and sigh

yeah, you were definitely just tired, work had just been long today

standing up from your chair, you just flop onto the bed behind your chair and don’t bother with covering yourself in the blanket as you close your eyes

it’s easier than expected to fall asleep, and you sigh and snuggle, letting yourself drift into the land of dreams

a jolt wakes you up, and you twitch violently, eyes snapping open, except you’re not in your room

the room resembles more a temple rather than your apartment room, and you blink for a second, sleep still heavy over your body

oh, you were probably just dreaming

getting up off the bed, you open up the door, heavy and sturdy beneath your fingertips and walk through the compound

it’s like you’ve been transported into a historical c-drama about monks, the temple vast an gorgeous and clearly built with a lot of respect and love and money

something buzzes in your brain, the temple looked so familiar, but you’re sure that you’ve never seen this building in real life

turning another corner, you find someone large and much too tall to be human standing in a room, talking with two others

wait, no, was that Liu Kang and Kung Lao? were you so deep into Mortal Kombat that you had started dreaming about them?

Liu Kang glances over to your and his eyebrows draw up in surprise at your appearance, his mouth slightly opening as he repeats your name

oh yeah, definitely a dream, but your heart still stutters in your chest when the tall imposing figure turns around and reveals himself to be Lord Raiden

heat rushes up to your cheeks, and you clear your throat and say hi to all three of them, hoping that you didn’t look as flustered as you felt

Lord Raiden stares down at you, hands twitching at his sides, and he steps toward you, making you crane your neck up to stare at him

you don’t expect it when his hands come up to cup your face, almost as if inspecting you, bright eyes wide with wonder as he touches your face

he squishes your face slightly and then murmurs something underneath his breath that you can’t quite hear over the beating of your heart

his eyes seem to glow as he stares at you and a shiver goes up your spine, the same one from before

strange, but the thought it swept away when he grabs onto your waist and hoists you over his shoulder, making you squeak and your hands to try and steady yourself

the last glimpse you see of Kung Lao and Liu Kang is them looking at you with a terrified expression before a flash of lightning overtakes your vision

you blink away the white, nearly losing your breath when Lord Raiden throws you onto the bed and just towers over you, just staring at you and breathing heavily

he mumbles that he’s been waiting for this for so long, to finally have you in this bed, and your brain swims with this self-indulgent fantasy

well, you might as well enjoy this while you can, and you smile up at him, telling him to show you just how much he had longed for you

his lips part and then he leans down and kisses you, warm and heady all the same, broad chest pressing firmly into you, only his own arms holding himself up

you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him back, humming into his mouth at how warm and real this felt

brains truly were a wonderful thing

his lips are desperate, never stopping, barely tilting his head back to catch a breath before he’s back on you, groaning about how he wished for this ever since he had laid eyes on you

a slow warmth fills you up as he continues to kiss, and you tug off his hat and his cowl, threading your hand through his hair and slightly opening your eyes

bright white hair that seemed to glow in time with his heartbeat, how interesting

he pulls away, blinking slowly at you, pushing his hips toward the bed, forcing you to part them open to accommodate for his size

you continue to play with his hair, mindlessly playing with it, and he lets you, staring at your lips, your eyes, your neck

he leans down and presses light kisses to your neck, slightly nipping at the skin, and you let out a surprised sound when his teeth are sharper than you had expected

Lord Raiden doesn’t acknowledge your surprise, shoulders simply flexing as he kisses his way down your neck until his lips reach the edge of your clothing

one of his hands lift up to remove the offending piece of clothing, and you smile at him and tell him that you can get it off yourself

his lips downturn into a frown at the thought of having to get off of you, and he shuffles back up just enough to place another kiss on your lips before slowly peeling himself off of you

you sit up on the bed, grabbing onto the edge of your shirt and slowly taking it off over your head, teasing him with your skin

he focuses right onto your chest, the skin unmarked and all for him, and twitches toward you ready to get back on you and adorn you with his worship

slapping at his hand lightly, hs eye twitches, almost offended that you had told him in essence to stop touching you

but the expression quickly fades when you hands travel down to your pants, and you slowly take them off along with your underwear

his chest heaves up and down as he stares at you, completely enraptured with how you look, and one of his hands come toward you, squeezing at the soft flesh of your thigh

Lord Raiden looks back up to you, breathless and then mumbles that he truly had made the right decision, and before you can question him, his lips press to your chest

one of his hands palm at your chest, taking your sensitive nipple in between his rough fingertips and pinching lightly

you bite your lip and let out a small sound, one hand going over your mouth as you watch your favorite character kiss and lick at your chest

truly, this dream was a blessing

he sucks at your chest, drawing hickeys to the surface and then pressing the flat of his wide tongue over the mark and then lightly biting it

it makes you jolt and gasp, and the god looks back up at you and then closes his eyes as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples and sucks on it

his moans travel through you, making you gasp and let out a small whimper as your hands finally make your way into his hair

Lord Raiden just sucks harder, pressing his tongue into your nipple and flicking it back and forth before lightly nipping at it

his hand teases your other nipple, pinching and rolling it in between his rough fingers, and you whine out his name, hips jutting upwards

he opens his eyes to look at you, detaching his mouth from you for just a second, a string of spit connecting your nipples to his mouth, and he looks up at you expectantly

you suddenly feel embarrassed as he asks you what you want, his low voice making your head buzz, and you just manage to squeak out for him to go easy on you

rather than answering you, he simply switches his mouth to your other nipple, sucking on it and lightly nipping at it to make you whine and gasp while his other hand goes back to your spit-slicked nipple to roughly squeeze

squirming underneath him, you feel him groan into your chest as your hips rut upward for some type of friction on your clit, and he finally moves on from your chest to kiss down your stomach

his hands grab onto your thighs and bring them into his shoulders as he stares at your pussy, taking two of his fingers and spreading your folds apart to look at the mess you had made

heat spreads through you as he just stares, mouth slightly parted, and you frown and tug at his hair, asking him to please touch you in a hushed voice

for a dream, Lord Raiden sure liked to take his time

he flits his gaze to you before looking back to your dripping pussy and finally pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit

you moan and tilt your head back and close your eyes, mouth slightly parting as you let him taste you

it feels better than anything you could have imagined, the wide flat of his tongue lapping at your desperately, sending you spiraling into a pool of pleasure

the heat spreads throughout your body and fills your body with cotton, only your fingers firm as you hold onto his hair, trying to keep yourself grounded into reality

soon enough, your grip on reality disappears when two of his fingers slip in between your folds, collecting your wetness and then stretching open your cunt

you whine and squeeze around his fingers, gasping at how thick he is and panting into the air as you try to regain your sense of self

Lord Raiden grins into you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sliding his fingers in deeper, crooking his fingers upward to try and find your sweet spot

he doesn’t take long to find it when you whine loudly and then snap your mouth shut when you realize just how loud you had been

his fingers press into that spot insistently, sending pulses of pleasure echoing through you, and your legs squeeze his head, as if trying to get away from the stimulation

but it’s addicting, how he presses into you, how his tongue lavishes your clit with attention

you let out a sharp sound when a jolt of electricity runs through your sweet spot, your vision going white for a brief moment, and your hands twitch in his hair

another jolt goes through your sweet spot, and he brings his head away from you and slightly adjusts your position so that his other hand can press his thumb into your clit

realizing just a second too late what he’s going to do, you’re helpless as he runs electricity through you, blinding pleasure racing through you

your back can’t help but arch off the bed as you whine and whimper, mind going blank as you cum on his fingers, hips desperately rutting upwards to get away from the stimulation

the electricity running through your clit stops first and then his fingers buried deep in you finally relent on the electricity, opting to instead scissor them inside of you

you stare up at the ceiling of the bedroom, mind still reeling from what was probably the most intense orgasm of your life

he slips his fingers out of you, and your head lifts up just in time to catch him tasting your release on his fingers, moaning at the taste of you as he cleans his fingers off with his wide tongue

somehow, you think you’re more aroused at the sight, and you clench around nothing

Lord Raiden looks back at you and shuffles back upward, pulling his pants down just enough to reveal his cock, and you suddenly thank whatever god was up there that this was a dream because that would most definitely not fit inside of you in real life

it was flush at the tip, leaking pre-cum and you probably wouldn’t be able to make your hand wrap completely around it if you tried and you swear that it was longer than your forearm

he brings your attention back to him as one of his hands cup your cheek, and he tells you he’ll make it fit, that you and him finally have all the time in the world

odd comment, but you just smile back up at him and tell him to kiss you

smiling at you, he says he gladly will and leans down to kiss you, and you reach your hand down to try and give him back some modicum of pleasure he had given you earlier

his lips frown against yours, and he pulls back and slaps your hand away, telling you that he was going to enjoy his spoils today, that perhaps another time he’ll have you suck his cock

you frown at him, wanting to at least get a taste of him before you woke up, but he leaves no room for argument as he kisses you again and brings your legs to wrap around his waist

his cock grinds into you, dragging deliciously against your clit, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth at the feeling

it’s all he does for a moment, just kissing you, and your hands grip onto the back of his shirt, wanting to pull it off, to feel his skin underneath yours

he ignores your silent request and pulls away from your lips only to get up onto his knees, lifting your hips with him into the air and lining his cock up with your pussy

slowly, he pushes his way in, and you squeeze your eyes shut and claw at the sheets at the sting of pain that rushes through you

Lord Raiden doesn’t stop, simply pushing in further and further, and you gasp and whine out his name once again, trying to say that it was too much as you clench around him

he simply adjusts one of his hands so that his thumb covers your clit, and he slowly rub it back and forth to get you to relax

the pain and pleasure mixes and swirls in you, your body unsure of whether it wants more and if it wants to get away

pleasure wins as you hear the squelch of your pussy struggling to accommodate to his size, and he only stops when there’s too much resistance

finally, Lord Raiden speaks, telling you that you’re doing so well taking him, so so good for him, letting him taste you, to test on you, to kiss you

he glances down, saying that you still a little bit left, but that was okay, he would make sure to stretch you enough so that you could take him all one day

his words muddle and turn into a puddle in your brain as you let out labored breaths, still trying to adjust to his size

thankfully, he moves his thumb insistently against your sensitive clit, keeping you relaxed and slick as the sting of the stretch finally morphs into pleasure

you whimper for him to move, and there’s a slight pause before he finally draws his hips back slightly and thrusts back in

it still slightly stings, but you bear through it as he praises you, telling you that you were doing so well, so good for him, taking his cock so well

his thrusts slowly get longer and longer, rougher and rougher, until he pulls back so that just the tip remains and thrusts in, the wet sound of your pussy echoing in the room

your breathless pants fill the room with you whines and moans, and Lord Raiden is quiet, only letting out a few groans here and there

his lips are pursed together, as if he wanted to hear you better, to hear how he pleasured you

in the haze of pleasure, his cock stretching and pressing just right against that spot that makes pleasure flood through you, you don’t notice how his hands grip on tighter and how he mumbles under his breath that he finally has you forever

he fucks into you, and you whine out that you’re going to cum, hands gripping onto the sheets

Lord Raiden tells you that he knows, and he continues to rub his thumb against your clit, waiting breathlessly for you

you whimper and moan out his name, tilting your head back and letting out a long moan as you cum on his cock, hips slightly twitching in his grip

he groans as your pussy squeezes around him, and his own hips finally stutter as he buries in himself as deep as he can and groans out your name

his hips shallowly thrust into you to fuck his cum deeper into you, almost hesitantly like he didn’t want to leave your warmth

opening your eyes, you look up at him with half-lidded eyes, and he presses his lips together as he slips out of you, looking almost mournful at the loss of your heat

you only groan, overstimulation starting to kick in, and close your eyes again, feeling his hands brush up against your skin and then cup your face

his lips press to yours again before he tells you to rest and that he’ll get you cleaned up, and you let out a hum as you turn to your side and slightly curl up to get comfortable

when you take up, your vision is still slightly blurry with sleep, but you recognize the bedroom from your dream

you’re still not in your own bedroom

okay, so that was a little strange, and you lightly pay your face with both hands, trying to wake yourself up

you get up out of the bed and then fall down to the floor when you your legs don’t work, your body sore and tired from earlier

panic slightly sets in when the pain of falling down to the wooden floor doesn’t jolt you awake back into your own world, and you force yourself to stand up, using the nightstand next to you to grab onto with your hands to help yourself up

the door to the bedroom slides open, and Lord Raiden rushes over to you, saying that you were not nearly well enough to get up out of bed yet

you stare at him, complaining underneath your breath that this was some dream, and Lord Raiden quirks his head at you

he says that this was no dream, you were in his world now, for good

in his world

what the fuck

his smile unnerves you as you start to struggle, words sputtering and failing as you try to ask what he meant, and he only settles you back into the bed and says that he and you had all the time in the world since you were finally his

now that he had brought you from your world into his, everything was finally perfect, and your brain struggles to comprehend the weight of his words

he hums at your dumbfounded expression as he sits down on the bed, the mattress creaking and tipping toward him as he says that he has spent many many years here now

and you, his god, the player, his only solace were finally here in his arms, he wouldn’t be letting you go now

you start to understand why Liu Kang and Kung Lao had looked so terrified when he had whisked you away when his eyes slightly crackle red as he stares at you

[weirdmageddon]

personal customization

(originally written 8/24/24 on cohost)

i realize i dont feel like i outwardly personalize the things i own unless they’re gifts from others and i just arrange them.

i live according to my absolute bare needs to an insane degree because i get so involved in my work and in my head sorting abstract bookshelves.

i’ve had my laptop for 4 years and it still never occurred to me to change the wallpaper or customize anything. i just have other things in mind when i boot it up. i keep the same discord icon for months at a time, often over a year.

earlier my mom bought me binders that my looseleaf anatomy & physiology textbook could fit into and wrote my name on them, because it didnt even occur to me to do that. she said, “wow you never personalize your stuff! i have to personalize everything i have! even in college in your dorm room you were living out of your cardboard boxes.” (this is true. one band poster on the wall, one mood lamp, unpacked my clothes into the drawers, laptop on my desk, the small flat-screen tv from my room at home, nintendo switch i barely used there anyway, and that’s it. everything else was out of the cardboard boxes.)

“you’re like jon who was able to live with a lamp, a single mattress on his floor, and his chemistry research.”

i really could be as long as my physiological needs are met (im sensitive to temperature and humidity so i would need the modern convenience of need air conditioning) i really don't need much.

i just dont think to buy things for myself. i rarely ask for anything either because i don’t think to ask, unless it’s something necessary. i’m extremely low maintenance. literally ive been living off of people’s kindness. i don’t know how to repay it physically but through spending quality time with them. analyzing and explaining to them what it means to me, sage advice, and giving myself to them to solve technical issues, chores, etc..

i greatly admire people who are able to transform a space into something that oozes character and color and feels cozy, personalized, just because. i also find i do also end up doing this... but it's entirely by accident. it turns into a collection of objects i accumulate or am passively drawn to, such as in my own room where i have a black light and a UV-sensitive duvet cover that i thought was interesting and i like having in my space. but i'm not one for really adding or changing the things in my space. it stays pretty inert unless someone gives me a thing, but even then it depends on if i want to keep it and where i would keep it.

does this mean i have no aesthetic preferences? certainly not. i'm a sucker for art and art that conveys a certain inexplicable expression to me. it's extremely important to me. i like looking at it, but it's something i collect and appreciate rather than something i show off i guess. i'd say i do have a distinctive taste, despite my blindness to outward personalization. two tags on my sideblog where i collect things i like (they sometimes overlap):

#aes

#art insp

i have a sleeve of stickers but i don't know where to stick them. i have things that i very much enjoy but for some reason i don't decorate the things i own with them unless the urge is overwhelming. because i think, what if this thing i stick it to gets old? what if something else comes along that i wish i had stuck it to instead? then i'll have to throw the stickers out too. and i'll feel like it was a waste. so i just feel paralyzed, i don't do anything, and it's easier not to think about it and instead focus on other things. or leave it to somebody else, but under my guidance.

i'm the kinda person who will squeeze every last drop out of something before throwing it out. i've been using the same black strapbag since middle school and i just graduated college with a 4-year degree this year. even when it comes to toothbrushes my mom is the one who realizes they need to be changed before i do, because like, they're still workable to me. i'm the complete and total opposite of the fast fashion mindset. i habitually live by the hand-me-down creed. all that matters is comfort, convenience, and lasts a long time. style and appearance is secondary. and i only really worry about it if i have to impress someone or make a good impression, but it's not what i naturally gravitate towards personally as an individual.

i really just don't need much but i profoundly appreciate people who gift me things especially if i will get a lot of use out of them. gift giving isn't how i express my gratitude in return, though, because i'm never fully confident in my gifts unless they're exactly what someone asked for (and they know it), but i think i make up for it in other ways. i will give something i own that's meaningful to me to someone if i happen to like them enough.

i feel bad getting gifts that i know i won't get a lot of use out of because i feel like i let the person down, or they wasted their money despite me understanding it as a heartfelt gift. but i sort of equate the heartfeltness of the gift with how much use potential it has for me, how much i'll be able to get out of it. i feel like i'm cheating them out of something if i can't. they spent their resources for me, and it would be a waste if i couldn't put it to use or appreciate having it for a long time. and if someone does that for me i want to get the most out of it, but i can't get the most out of everything. and it makes me feel bad on their behalf, like i'd want to regift it so they can get their money back if i can't get their money's worth out of it, but i also want them to know i appreciate that they thought of me enough to get me something. but i know people don't take well to that or would find it offensive, even though i don't mean it like that.

my own state of existence is kind of monotonous if i dont have people giving me new impressions. i don’t think about material things except in the sense of how they “have” to be. i just habitually do the bare minimum to be functional without even realizing i can get things that i want to. my own desires aren’t as strong as me weighing pros/cons about how i spend my time and if it’s worth investing my Whole Being into doing something. i end up being on extreme or the other: putting my whole being in or none at all. there’s no half-assing anything with me. im literally incapable of doing it. (executive dysfunction DOES NOT HELP EITHER)

despite all this someone online who doesn't know me all that well (just an acquaintance) described me as having elegant vibes. when people think of elegant i assume they think of physical elegance, but i think mental elegance is a better way of describing me. i know that i love the aesthetic principle of elegance a lot: unusual effectiveness + simplicity. and if that's the basic definition that underlies elegance in artful expression (e.g. visual design) and logical systems (e.g. mathematics), then i would consider myself elegant. i always tend to look for the broadest but most precise encapsulation of a thing, and that in itself carries elegance with it. ...... but i also like a bit of a unique tacky spin thrown in too. in fact, elegance is the reason i started posting on cohost. it's the elegant blogging platform i couldve asked for. fresh start, small space. easy markdown and html options if necessary. starting with visually customizing my page is overwhelming and it always ends up second to its primary functional purpose, which is to transmit the input of words from my keyboard to your computer screen. that is primarily my vehicle of expression of self. it doesn’t mean i don’t admire people’s customization. in fact it’s one of the things i most admire and wish i had for myself. i just get so overwhelmed i don’t even know where to begin, but it’s also secondary to my thoughts and what i have to communicate.

(tumblr edit: well shit lol byebye cohost)

[mxterhyde]

SCREAMING OK OK OK MY STICKERS ARE HERE and I had to use my thumb to cover my area code but LOOKATIT

ok just in case anyone’s worried about sticker quality, I am a sticker FIEND so I’m going to blabber about these for a bit to make it easier to justify buying these bombass stickers

a big issue with sticker love is that a lot of places make the stickers so. Damn. Big. And I don’t want a sticker book, I want mine on my laptop and phone and water bottle and everywhere I can take them with for happiness! So good news: these stickers are a decent size.

It curves well on a waterbottle and overlaps with other stickers nicely too! Doesn’t tear easily and comes off the paper great (the amount of stickers I’ve bought where they took the whole paper off and I couldn’t stick them… D: )

Seriously great stickers, get them and support the show! I only have the Shrike stickers but I want the Scritch n Scratch when it’s more financially viable for me.

[bergeronprocess]

It had been a little while since I went to Kinokuniya! Their 20% off sale for rewards members is going on right now, though, so it's a great time.

Weirdly, they've started to shrinkwrap all the English manga, even timid stuff for kids, and all the artbooks. You can see that everything is still shrinkwrapped here. It's not very well done shrinkwrap because the tops and bottoms of the books are uncovered:

This was not the case on my previous visits! I could browse through Skip and Loafer to see where the anime adaptation ended so I could pick up from there. I could flip through Precure art books to decide if I wanted to buy them. I'm forced to assume then that this is done at the store level, perhaps to discourage in-store reading, and... frankly that sucks. (I don't even think 18+ manga should be wrapped, just placed in an area with signs denoting their 18+ status.) I've made my displeasure with this wrapping known in a Google review and will also reach out to them via any corporate methods I can find on their website.

So with that said, I wanted to talk some more about the two Precure things I bought: a sticker book and an art book!

Here's the table of contents for the sticker book. As someone who still hasn't fully memorized katakana but has hiragana pretty much down pat, I do like how they have hiragana in the furigana here.

It includes stickers of literally every Precure team! Wonderful and Hirogaru Sky get more representation, but everyone has something, including stickers of every season's team in a group pose. (Of course, no Wonderful mid-season Cure/s is/are there.)

I think Prism looks so cute on this page. I have a reusable sticker book that I can put these into, as well as some spots on my laptop lid and such.

The art book has sparkly front and back covers. (This photo does not do it justice!)

There are pictures of posters that were on display throughout Japan and what city they were in, interviews with the 5 voice actors for the Hirogaru Cures, interviews with staff members on Hirogaru, plus pictures of all the toys and costumes for every single season thru Delicious Party.

The Kira Kira transformation item is one of my absolute favorites

Star Twinkle as well

Interviews with voice actors of all the past Cures follow. They discuss 3 of their favorite moments for their characters. More staff interviews are there as well.

Then info about all the OP and ED singles:

And info about each series and movie.

Finally, very nice shikishi artwork from character designers:

I also own the Ino Marie artbook for Kira Kira

I own the Takahashi Akira artbook for Star Twinkle (and also Suite, and maybe Doki Doki as well? Can't recall rn) too!

Finally, there's an interview with the Kamikita twins, who also supplied a shikishi:

And it concludes with an interview of a person on the staff for Otona Precure 23!

[foxgloveinspace]

For your ship meme that I also forgot to send you an ask for (don't worry about it lmao), uhh... I saw in your tags you wanna do this for polyvessels, so... that one!! :3

:3 thank you for the ask lol. (link to the list of questions)

(small disclaimer since it's been a bit since i've had polyvessels stuff on my blog, i don't ship the band members behind the masks, just their characters based off their stage personas. And usually in a urban fantasy setting where they aren't a band lmao)

(and because of that I will just be basing all this on my 'devotions' au, but domestic fluff between the guys and not including Sleep rn.)

Who does the laundry: It's a big ordeal, where one of them will notice that clean clothes are running low, and then they make everyone else participate in folding and putting away clothes after they do all the laundry. It's an ordeal but it works for them.

Who makes the bed: hmmm. depends on the bed haha. I think consistently IV is the only one to make his bed every morning (it's such a big bed tho that if he's the only one to sleep in it all he has too do is straiten up the covers). I think II will most of the time. Vessel and III don't bother unless one of the others has slept in bed with them, and then they'll help make the bed.

Who sleeps on the right and who sleeps on the left/do they end up in the middle curled around each other: hmmm, Vessel and III have a tendency to cling to whoever they are in bed with, so when they all share a bed, it ends up in a cuddle pile. II and IV don't mind. It's usually in the order of left to right: II, Vessel, III, IV, but they don't stick to this order all the time, it's just how they normally climb into bed if they are planning on sleeping in the same bed that night. (IV goes to bed first, III follows, and II will bring Vessel with him late at night).

Who likes cooking dinner but who ends up cooking dinner more: I think III likes cooking dinner the most, but it's the one household thing they have on rotation, so no one ends up cooking by themselves, or more then others.

Who buys the snack foods: everyone, but II more then the others lol.

Who keeps the grocery list: IV, but it is one of those ones that is magnetic on the fridge, so the others do put things on the list too. Sometimes Vessel gets in a mood and deep cleans the entire fridge while the others are asleep and the list will be super long cause he threw away all the old things in there that needed replaced.

Who adds silly things to the list and does the other gets it for them: Vessel adds weird witchy things to the list (like more so then just witchy stuff, ahh the joys of being a gods favorite), and III puts truly random stuff on there. They usually all go shopping together, unless the list is really small (it hardly ever is), and whoever has the list just sighs, but everything gets bought off it.

Who has an obsession with water bottles/travel mugs: They all do!

Who has an obsession with hats: Vessel has an obsession with his masks, does that count? Uhh. IV 'canonically' gets the funny hats at concerts, so would be funny to have that be part of this.

Who likes camping gear but hates camping: Vessel. Don't take him to REI, he wants to move the cult out into the woods, but he hates not having his bed, so it wouldn't last long. (also I don't think Sleep would be down for that, lmao)

Who likes stickers: II and III both do. III will get new ones every once in awhile, and put them on his laptop or a notebook. II is the kinda guy to get a sticker every time he leaves the house and put it on something random in his room.

Who likes tea and who likes coffee: Vessel and IV like tea, III and II like coffee.

Who prefers cold drinks and who prefers hot ones: II and IV like cold drinks, and Vessel and III like hot drinks. Though it depends on the time of day, and how much time they have. In the morning they all typically tend to have hot drinks, and in the afternoon, especially in the summer, they tend to have cold drinks.

Who hoards blankets and who just likes putting on socks when they are cold: II hoards blankets. I think IV has a tendency to do so as well, and III will just put on socks when he's cold (though he ends up under a blanket with II or IV anyway). Vessel hates socks, but he'll put on a warm hoodie and then sit on his feet to keep them warm, unless its REALLY cold, and then he'll resign to his fate of socks, unless one of the others convince him to take a break and cuddle with them on the couch.

Who prefers spring/summer and who prefers fall/winter: Vessel and IV prefer spring/summer and II and III prefer fall/winter.

Who gets obsessed with something random on YouTube (what it is): I can see them all doing it, but Vessel does it more, and it's all sorts of things, but in the 'current' place on the time line, it's book binding videos.

who likes podcasts (what they listen to) (this will be kinda limited to what I watch): II likes podcasts, and I don't think he has a preference for what it is he listens too, I think if it interests him, he'll listen to it.

Who has a tumblr: Vessel. aesthetic blog, and then a side blog for anything else.

Who has a twitter: All of them.

Who reads fanfic/if they are famous who has read fic about themselves and who judges the other just a little bit/do they ask people to not write fic about them: hmmmmmm, I think IV does in this au, they aren't famous in this au so they wouldn't read about themselves. I don't know what fandoms IV would read for, but he sends some to the others if he really liked it.

[late-to-the-fandom]

1, 15, 20 for Renathal, 3, 11, 14 for Elisewin?

Thank you for these, I love them ☺️

1. Describe their phone case.
Renathal has used the same cheap IPhone case for years. Denathrius bought all his harvesters staff medallions cases with Revendreth’s logo on it when the department was first established and Renathal can’t bare to part with it, which is why his phone has remained upgraded for so long.

15. Describe their computer. Is it a sticker covered laptop? A high-tech gaming computer?

He has an out-of-date desktop in his office at work that he was promised years ago would be temporary. He also has a Microsoft surface laptop, purchased after much research and never regretted (he believes it’s the best combination of sleek aesthetic, easy transport, and high performance). No stickers, but he did buy the dark red model. No games downloaded (he’s not much of a gamer, unless there’s someone else to play with).

20. What’s in their email inbox?

Renathal‘s inbox is a thing of hyper organised beauty. He keeps it meticulously empty, everything organised into folders: one for student questions, one for staff questions, one dedicated solely to Denathrius’ emails, and a secret one marked Archive where he’s saved every email Denathrius ever sent that contained some sort of compliment about Renathal so he can revisit them occasionally (there’s about 6). He recently made the decision to move the Maw Walker’s emails from the Student Concerns folder to her own folder marked Exchange Student Concerns (for ease of keeping track of her progress, of course).

3. Do they use nicknames for their contacts or do they list contacts by full name?

Wow, this is amazing since this actually comes up soon, if I ever get the next chapter written. The Maw Walker’s contacts are all nicknames and for a very specific reason. (Renathal starts off as Hot Blonde and later graduates to Ren with a red heart symbol next to it)

11. Are they the kind of person who takes selfies?

Not for herself, no, but she’s not especially camera shy and will take selfies to send to other people.

14. You’ve just stumbled across their tumblr blog! Describe it.

It looks like a bot account. Default picture, no visible likes, and the name is something like thisismytumblraccount. She would have created it only to stalk someone specific for work reasons.

[actual-bill-potts]

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notes, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻

Thank you anon, I appreciate you thinking of me! <3

I am a sticker person. My laptop, waterbottles, desk at work, desk at home, etc...all COVERED in stickers. most of the stickers are cat-themed.

Over the last year or so I have become a DVD person. I got sick of how difficult it is to stream stuff (legally or not...), bought a Blu-ray player on FB marketplace for like $25, and have since been trawling used bookstores/libraries/etc for cheap DVDs. It's been bringing me so much peace of mind to know that I physically own my favorite pieces of media <3

I'm the oldest of 7 siblings. My second brother is a hunter and the youngest two are twins. My dad has serious beef with one of his younger brothers. I empathize with Maedhros...a lot lol. (also i have 24 cousins. that's just an extra fun fact)

[fearsomefairytailfan]

Gonna blorbo this up tbh. Adding a read below cuz i got carried away, but click it if you want to read about my gajeel and levy headcannons

Levy phone: basic case, plain color probably probably blue or yellow, basic design at most, she likes when she can easily match it to outfits. Her background used to be team shadowgear, but became Lily when she and Gajeel started dating (sg is still her lockscreen). She 100% fills in as much of everyone's contact details as she can, shes got middle names, work numbers, emails, shes got everything.

Gajeel phone: he does not use a case for a worringly long time until Levy gets him one as a gift and he refuses to take it off his phone. He has a picture of Lily and Levy cuddled up as his background. He has one saved contact, Levy, the rest are just messages with phone numbers, when he gets a new phone he loses his ability to text anyone until they text him. Also his phone is 100% cracked.

Levy laptop: She has a case on it that she put a few stickers on. All of her files are neatly sorted into specific folders. Her keyboard is covered in crumbs from snacking while she works.

Gajeel laptop: he doesn't have one, he has a desktop, its old and barely works, refuses to get a new one and says he won't get a new one til this one stops working as he MacGyvers a fix to its latest issue.

Levy backpack: She keeps it really neat and also it weighs like 20 pounds because she keeps so many books on it. Its a cute canvas bag and she absolutely adores it. She has a little tuxedo cat charm.

Gajeel backpack: falling apart, bought the cheapest backpack he could find and used it for years, the zipper opens all the time, theres a hole thats been patched up with duct tape. He chewed through the little buckle straps it came with when he was bored.

Levy car: old as shit, shes spent more money on repairs than it would cost to get a better car, but this is her car! She doesn't want to learn a new one! The ac doesn't work and one of the windows wont go up if you put it down, but its her car. Theres a layer of trash on the passenger seat floor and thirty half empty waterbottles tossed in the back seat to make room in her cup holder for a fun drink.

Gajeel car: surprisingly nice, definitely second hand and a little janky, but he keeps it clean and working comfortably. His main motivation is that he gets motion sick if he isn't driving, but he doesn't want to tell people that. So he figures if his car is just decent enough people will be willing to let him drive when they carpool.

i think we as a society need to use cell phones/laptops/cars/backpacks to flesh out characters

[jotun-philosopher]

Image description: a set of 7 polyhedral dice used for Dungeons & Dragons in a line on top of a closed laptop covered in artistic stickers. The dice are made of blue-and-white plastic. They are lined up in order (from left to right): d4 (tetrahedron); d6 (cube); d8 (octahedron); two d10s (decahedron, specifically pentagonal trapezohedron), one numbered with digits 0 to 9 and the other numbered 00 to 90; one d12 (dodecahedron); one d20 (icosahedron). In the middle background is a lacquered box with a pattern of flowers. <end image description>

I kinda impulse-bought this dice set a little while ago because I thought they looked pretty XD I don't anticipate being able to use them for D&D any time soon, but they make for nice little fidget things, and it's fun to puzzle out the number placement rules for each different shape:

d4: If the number on the upward point is odd, the others run around the base clockwise in ascending order; if the upward-pointing number is even, the other numbers run around the base anti-clockwise in ascending order.

d6: Numbers on opposite faces add up to seven.

d8: If a number is odd, the next number in the sequence appears on the opposite face; 3 and 7 appear to the right of 2 and 6 respectively, while 5 appears to the left of 4.

d10: Odd-numbered faces cluster around one narrow point on the 'top' of the die, while even-numbered faces cluster around the narrow point on the 'bottom'; opposing faces add up to 9 or 90, depending on the specific d10.

d12: Opposite faces add up to 13.

d20: Opposite faces add up to 21.

(The lacquered box is just a small ornamental thing from my late grandmother's vast collection of ornaments; it's of a good size to hold all the dice, with room to spare, and the lid fits well.)

As part of the good-fidget thing mentioned above, these dice are kinda fun to use for small sleight-of-hand things, like this shilling-and-farthing trick:

(I bet you were wondering where the Good Omens reference would come in, huh? :P Always good to have some adorable angelic enthusiasm around!)

I use the d4 and d20, because they're about as visually distinct as a shilling and a farthing would be. The necessary hand movements for a discreet palming of the 'disappearing' die are different, too, because a lump of bright blue-and-white plastic is a lot easier to see from a distance than a comparatively dull-coloured coin. Still working on that bit! (Got it halfway worked out; it's possible to use the ball of the thumb and the opposing edge of the hand to 'hold on' to something like a d20 without seeming to, and discreetly holding a corner of a d4 between one's fingers is easy enough)

There's also a part of my brain that keeps saying 'THEY LOOK LIKE SWEETIES PUT ONE IN YOUR MOUTH!' and I have to keep reminding it that my age is measured in years, not months... Ehehehe

[lesbiten]

love stickers because they are little friends but hate stickers because using them means i do not have them anymore.

[jakeperalta]

I'm now permanently repping the Hand Scene from p&p by sticking it on my laptop 😍😍 (it's from @mcdgraphics shop, as is the one above which I couldn't fit 😭)

[zombiesama]

RIP to the hinge on my laptop. Mothefucker broke and needs to be replaced 😞✊ there goes all my moneys 😭

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

soo i bought that fluttershy and the twilight....