#Needles are scary:(

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me, patting needles on the head: it's okay - ow - buddy you're - ow - doing your - ow - best we all - ow - think - ow - you're very - ow - scary and - ow - intimidating - ow

[collophora]

More minibatch adventure I need a full show maybe too XD

[mellosdrawings]

Content warnings, please mind the tags

Like a butterfly

"Smile, Kalim. You will soon be the face of House Asim."

Success also comes at a price.

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[wizardemotions]

i had to get the slytherins out of my head. also the dynamic i personally imagine for eighth year drarry

[milkywayes]

(flustered chittering)

[deep-dark-fears]

Almost there. Almost there. Almost. A fear submitted by Scott to Deep Dark Fears - thanks! Sick of paintings that have eyes that follow you around the room? Mine don't do that! Check out my shop!

[pan0pticonn]

At this point he has to know we’ll find a way to twinkify every single horrible evil monster he creates

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Whenever Stu and Billy get into a fight but Stu is craving blood loss, he signs up to donate blood because god, he loves the feeling of his hand going numb as he watches his blood drain out of him

[scandalousadventures]

🌺🌱 SUMMER IN MOOMINVALLEY! 🌺🌱 Felted Snorkmaiden, icon that she is, ready to lounge by the pool 😎

[moonlightmagical]

if needles doesn't become a returning character i think i'll cry. give me more of the insecure loser cactus man please.

[lil-vibes]

big fan of chuuya just not being phased by dazai anymore. the ada judge just how Off The Hinges a plan is by chuuya's reaction, if hes unbothered then so are they. pm members shake in their boots just by hearing dazai's name and chuuya "i shared an apartment with him, hes so embarrassing behind closed doors" nakahara is like " ??? yall fr 🤨?"

[stonesparrow]

Concept: childhood friends trio as adults at some sort of fancy banquet with high profile guests and Yuzuriha (as the glamorous fashion designer she is) is chatting with some people when some rando makes a comment that she doesn’t like and then instantly Taiju and Senku are looming over them from behind Yuzuriha and the offending party quickly excuses themselves.

Bonus: Taiju didn’t hear the conversation he’s just saying hi to his wife and looks scary on accident. SENKU on the other hand DID hear and is like “would you like to hear some fun facts about the human body’s reaction to neurotoxins”

[lavender-wiitch]

needles being so sensitive regarding how scary he is like. are you scared of being kicked out of monsters inc. or something? damn

[diabolicrecreation]

A few people were saying the bunnicula max looked like the evil teddy from Nightmare Before Christmas, so of course I had to draw him. Added a bonus needle felted scary teddy I made for my friend a few years ago.

[petrichorium]

pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏

warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!

he dreams about her.

it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.

and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.

she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.

her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.

he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.

she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.

but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.

it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.

his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.

you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?

but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.

he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.

he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.

[bananaede]

I still haven't figured out his hair but here's yoooji with unclekuna