#art above toilet

[manyaktranslations]

Bathroom DC Metro Powder room - mid-sized transitional medium tone wood floor and brown floor powder room idea with a one-piece toilet, gray walls and a console sink

[sgtpeppersofab]

Master Bath Miami Example of a mid-sized transitional master beige tile and porcelain tile porcelain tile and beige floor alcove shower design with shaker cabinets, white cabinets, a one-piece toilet, multicolored walls, an undermount sink, marble countertops, a hinged shower door and white countertops

[betafishtank]

Bathroom Powder Room San Francisco A medium-sized transitional wallpaper bathroom image features a floating vanity, white countertops, a vessel sink, beige walls, shaker cabinets, gray cabinets, a two-piece toilet, and beige carpeting.

[heavenlydevil69]

Corrin isn’t safe anywhere

[missdragonica]

Denver Bathroom 3/4 Bath Floating vanity with flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, an integrated sink, quartz countertops, white countertops, a one-piece toilet, and a double-sink alcove shower design are examples of large, trendy bathrooms with 3/4-inch porcelain tile.

[hrefna-the-raven]

Stay with me?

Masterlist - Horror masterlist - Misc.

Art the Clown x female reader

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: As his eyes fell upon your slouched figure on the red bench, rolling your eyes in boredom at whatever your friend was prattling on about, Art realised he had either made a grave mistake or stumbled upon something incredibly right.

Notes: don't worry, the toilet seat is closed, no Art "art" in this oneshot 😂

Reader: female reader, female genitals, no pronouns except you

Art continued to blink in disbelief, his body frozen mid-movement. This was not the usual scenario he found himself in, and his mind struggled to grasp the reality of being pinned down on the toilet seat of the small pizza place, with you straddling him.

It was always the same, he'd pick a girl, or two, obviously flirt with her, she'd be crept out, run, scream and then he'd butcher her, slowly, make a funny spectacle out of it and call it a day. The perfect plan for an evening's twisted entertainment. But tonight was different. As his eyes fell upon your slouched figure on the red bench, rolling your eyes in boredom at whatever your friend was prattling on about, Art realised he had either made a grave mistake or stumbled upon something incredibly right. In that very moment, when your gaze met his for the first time, an inexplicable and unfamiliar pressure gripped his chest—a warning and an irresistible urge all at once. Before he knew what happened, his body found its way to the seat on the opposite side of you and your friends. He rested his elbows on the table, placing his chin in his folded hands, while a wide smile adorned his black painted lips, revealing his decaying teeth. Little did Art know that the first flutter of butterflies had already emerged within you when you spotted him outside the quaint restaurant. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been this genuine surprise that washed over his twisted mind when he spotted your charming smile directed at him. His hands fumbled on the tiny ring on your finger, as if they couldn't believe you had actually accepted it and that, in return, you gifted him a tight warm hug.

Art's head fell back against the cold tiles, his mouth gaping in a silent moan, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling when you sunk down on him. The way your wet cunt swallowed him completely, your greedy walls clenching around his throbbing length, it would classify perfectly under "exquisitely divine" or at least whatever someone as rotten as Art might deem as such. He was a creature of many pleasures, ranging from the bloodiest to the most macabre. However, this was novel to him, prompting his mind to consider adding this sensual discovery to his usual repertoire of amusements. His gloved hands shifted to your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh, guiding your movements and urging you to quicken the pace. Art took a deep quivering breath, teetering on the precipice of that sweet release that beckoned him to surrender but instead he tried to focus on his surroundings. The soft fabric of his costume pulled around his feet brushing against his skin with each movement, the hum of the flickering light above casting dancing shadows upon the cabin walls around the two of you while the luscious melody of your moans cradled his rotten heart.

Fingertips gently grasped his chin, guiding his head downwards to meet your gaze once more. Sinful delight danced across your face as you whispered his name in a seductive murmur. A fierce fire blazed in your eyes as they locked with his and he suddenly felt like burning away underneath your gentle touch. Art's body tensed for a moment before finally tumbling into the abyss of the pleasure you had unveiled before him. Countless images flooded his mind, filling every crevice of his thoughts as he came undone. You followed soon after, your lips crashing on his in a passionate kiss. As you pulled away, a blissful expression adorned the beauty of your face and your hazy eyes stared into his distorted soul, a firework exploded throughout Art's entire body. The others in the restaurant felt as far as the faint murmurs behind that closed door and in this moment, only you existed. You became the new center of his universe, his beloved muse whose every touch and sound granted him visions of a world painted in blood. He had to keep you, all to himself and, somehow, it felt only natural to him, as if this decision had been engraved in stone since the beginnings of Hell. Art tilted his head slightly, observing with curiosity as you climbed off him and cleaned both of you up. You took an exaggerated bow and held your hand out with a mischievous grin as if you invited him to take it and stand up. He gladly accepted, lifting himself up and kissing the back of your hand with a wide smile before pulling up his costume. He mimicked a sigh, shaking his head while a genuine happy smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It became undeniable how it delighted him that you had chosen to join in the pantomime from the moment you realised he wouldn't communicate in any other way. The gleeful joy and that hint of a mischievous sparkle in your eyes proved that you were more than willing to play his fun little games with him.

Art led you to the mirror, exhaling onto it before he hastily scribbled something in the mist on its surface.

Will you come and stay with me? 🤍

You nodded and chuckled, playfully tapping his shoulder.

"Did you really believe I'd let someone as delicious as you leave again?"

He feigned a thoughtful expression before shaking his head. His fingers entwined with yours and he guided you out. Both of you walked past your friend, out of the pizza place, disappearing into the dark of the night.

Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed the story 😊

[elodieunderglass]

Hey bestie whats a narrow boat? I saw you tag that on something you reblogged and I'm pretty curious now!

- Terry Darlington, Narrow Dog to Carcassone

A narrowboat (all one word) is a craft restricted to the British Isles, which are connected all over by a nerve-map of human-made canals. To go up and down hills, the canals are spangled with locks (chambers in which boats can be raised or lowered by filling or emptying them with water.) As Terry says above, the width of the locks was somewhat randomly determined, and as a result, the British Isles have a narrow design of lock - and a narrowboat to fit through them. A classic design was seventy feet long and six feet wide. Starting in the 18th century, and competing directly with trains, canal “barges” were an active means of transport and shipping. They were initially pulled along the towpaths by horses, and you can still see some today!

Later, engines were developed.

Even after the trains won the arms race, it was a fairly viable freight service right up until WW2. It’s slow travel, but uses few resources and requires little human power, with a fairly small crew (of women, in WW2) being capable of shifting two fully laden boats without consuming much fossil fuel.

In those times the barges were designed with small, cramped cabins in which the boaters and their families could live.

During its heyday the narrowboat community developed a style of folk art called “roses and castles” with clear links to fairground art as well as Romani caravan decor. They are historically decorated with different kinds of brass ornaments, and inside the cabins could also be distinctively painted and decorated.

Today, many narrowboats are distinctively decorated and colorful - even if not directly traditional with “roses and castles” they’ll still be bright and offbeat. A quirky name is necessary. All narrowboats, being boats, are female.

After a postwar decline, interest in the waterways was sparked by a leisure movement and collapsing canals were repaired. Today, the towpaths are a convenient walking/biking trail for people, as they connect up a lot of the mainland of the UK, hitting towns and cities. Although the restored canals are concrete-bottomed, they’re attractive to wildlife. Narrowboats from the 1970s onward started being designed for pleasure and long-term living. People enjoy vacationing by hiring a boat and visiting towns for a cuter, comfier, slower version of a campervan life. And a liveaboard community sprang up - people who live full-time on boats. Up until the very restrictive and nasty laws recently passed in the UK to make it harder for travelling peoples (these were aimed nastily at vanlivers and the Romani, and successfully hit everyone) this was one of the few legal ways remaining to be a total nomad in the UK.

Liveaboards can moor up anywhere along the canal for 28 days, but have to keep moving every 28 days. (Although sorting out the toilet and loading up with fresh water means that a lot of people move more frequently than that.) you can also live full-time in a marina if they allow it, or purchase your own mooring. In London, where canal boats are one of the few remaining cheapish ways to live, boats with moorings fetch the same prices as houses. It can be very very hard for families to balance school, parking, work, and all the difficulties of living off-grid- but many make it work. It remains a diverse community and is even growing, due to housing pressures in the UK. Boats can be very comfortable, even when only six feet wide. When faced with spending thousands of pounds on rent OR mooring up on a nice canal, you can see why it seems a romantic proposition for young people, and UK television channels always have slice-of-life documentaries about young folks fixing up their very own quirky solar-powered narrowboat. I don’t hate; I did it myself.

If you��re lucky, you might even meet some of the cool folks who run businesses from their narrowboats: canal-side walkers enjoy bookshops, vegan bakeries, ice-cream boats, restaurants, artists and crafters. There are Floating Markets and narrowboat festivals. It’s generally recognised that boaters contribute quite a lot to the canal - yet there are many tensions between different kinds of boaters (liveaboards vs leisure boaters vs tourists) as well as tensions with local settled people, towpath users like cyclists, and fishermen. I could go on and on explaining this rich culture and dramas, but I won’t.

Phillip Pullman’s Gyptians are a commonly cited example of liveaboards - although they were based on the narrowboat liveaboards that Pullman knew in Oxford, their boats are actually Dutch barges. Dutch barges make good homes but are too wide to access most of the midlands and northern canals, and are usually restricted to the south of the UK. So they’re accurate for Bristol/London/Oxford, and barges are definitely comfier to film on. (Being six feet wide is definitely super awkward for a boat.) but in general Dutch barges are less common, more expensive and can’t navigate the whole system.

However, apart from them, there are few examples of narrowboat depictions that escaped containment. So it’s quite interesting that there is an entire indigenous special class of boat, distinctive and highly specialised and very cute, with an associated culture and heritage and folk art type, known to all and widely celebrated, and ABSOLUTELY UNKNOWN outside of the UK - a nation largely known around the world for inflicting its culture on others. They’re a strange, sweet little secret - and nobody who has ever loved one can resist pointing them out for the rest of their lives, or talking about them when asked to. Thank you for asking me to.

[magalhaessims]

AGAVE APARTMENT - MAXIS-MATCH CC BUILD

I'm finally sharing an apartment! I chose to build in Oasis Springs and opted for the smallest lot available. There are three units in total, but I've only fully decorated one. I designed it with Johnny Zest in mind. Also, I really wanted to use these two new, coolest sets: Neighborly and Cheap&Chipped by @syboubou. I really loved all the items — especially the empty toilet paper roll; it's my new favorite! LOL.

Additionally, due to some glitches in my game following the For Rent patch, I've labeled this build as "Residential" to avoid any potential issues with saving files. If you encounter any problems, please don't hesitate to let me know! If you want to check out the construction progress, watch the YouTube video linked below.

NOT CC FREE 

Lot Type: Residential | Rental

Size: 20x15 

World: Oasis Springs

Enable bb.moveobjects before placing in your game!

📺 WATCH THE SPEED BUILD HERE ✨

Origin ID: MagalhaesSims (remember to enable custom content on!) DOWNLOAD

CC USED IN THIS BUILD:

NOTE: For convenience, some of the CC is included in the Download Folder. Please put it in your Mods Folder along with the CC linked below.

AwingedLlama: Nostalgia Living || Charly Pancakes: Chalk Kitchen (Clutter) | Munch | Soak | The Lighthouse || TheClutterCat: Busy Bee | Cozy Casita | Dandy Diary | Flower Power (Vinyl) | Hello Horse (Trophy) | Mellow Moods (Essential Oils Tray) || Felixandre: Colonial | Kyoto (Arch) | Soho || Harrie: Klean | Octave Collection | Shop The Look V2 | Spoons (Pizza Tray) | Stockholm || House Of Harlix: Baysic Bathroom | Baysic Set | Livin'Rum | The Kichen (Plant) | Tiny Twavellers (Wall) || KKB-MM: Citrus Room | My Heimish Hall || LittleDica: Delicato Living | Greasy Goods | Lava Lamp | Sleek Slumber || Max20: Classic Kitchen | Garden At Home | Master Bedroom | Poolside Lounge (Plant) || MyshunoSun: Gale Dining | Lottie Bedroom | Simmify | Sona Dining || Peacemaker-ic: Hinterland Kitchen (Honey Pot) | Hudson Bathroom (Towel Holder) | Tasteful Tots (Clutter) || Pierisim: Auntie Vera | Calderone Living | Coldbrew | Combles | David Apartment | Domaine Du Clos | MCM House Set | Oak House Set | Pantry Party | The Office | Tilable Kitchen | Unfold | Woodland Ranch || Simkoos: Clutter Dump || Sixam-CC: Art Studio | Cozy Family Livingroom | Home Improvement || SurelySims: Office Spaces (Clutter)

The CC Sets above are the main ones I used to decorate this specific building and you can find all the links to the creators’ sites on my Resource Page. However, if you can’t find something specific, you can send me a WCIF and I’ll try to help you find it!

My content will always be free and right away available to everyone, but if you want to, you can show your support through my Ko-Fi Page. Your donation will always be much appreciated!

Thank you for reblogging: @maxismatchccworld @mmoutfitters @mmfinds @s4realtor @coffee-houses-finds and everyone else for helping me boost this post!

[vxsellie]

JUST RIGHT - E.W

synopsis : ellie does your eyeliner a/n : this is the first thing posted on this acc & also the first thing i've ever written for ellie so i decided to keep it small ,, be kind i beg wc : 460

ellie's hands are cold against your skin, her fingers grazing your cheekbone lightly. you're sitting atop the closed toilet seat of your shared apartment, the faint scent of lilies filling the air as a candle burns on the counter top by the sink.

your eyes are shut, but you know ellie well enough to know exactly what you'd see if they were open. her brow would be knitted, her eyes narrowed with concentration, her lips pursed as she stares at you intently.

when you asked her to do your eyeliner, you hadn't imagined she'd take so long trying to get it just right. but here you sit, twenty minutes later, beginning to grow restless.

"el," you mutter lightly.

her free hand instantly comes up to cover your mouth. "i'm focused, shut up."

if you were able to move, you'd have slapped her for that. playfully, of course, but harsh nonetheless. you mentally shun her for her attitude toward you. it's not your fault you're curious to know how everything's going. she's wiped her work away at least fifty times by now and your skin is beginning to feel raw from the wipes.

you feel her slow movements as she removes her hands from your face, the eyeliner finally removing from your face as her palm leaves your mouth. you have a feeling she's done, but you remain unmoving just in case she's not.

"okay." she says, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of herself. "okay, i think i'm done."

you instantly open your eyes, secretly overjoyed to have this over and done with. you stand from the toilet and step in front of the mirror, your bare feet hitting the cool tiled floor with gentle pats. you examine your reflection with an unreadable expression. ellie shuffles behind you, her brow furrowed with dissatisfaction.

she groans, "you don't like it, do you?"

"what?" you chuckle. "i never said that."

"you didn't need to. i can read it all over your face."

she sighs loudly, dramatic in her display of irritation with herself. you laugh again, turning away from the mirror to grin at her.

"the eyeliner is perfect, el." you say, reaching up to press a gentle kiss to her lips. "and i mean it's literally fucking perfect, i seriously don't know how you managed to get the wings so even."

she blinks at you, still appearing confused. "then why do you have that look on your face?"

you turn back toward the mirror, staring at your reflection once more. she drew dramatic wings, flaring out on either side. above them, there are arcs going over your eyelids. you weren't lying when you said it was perfect. the art is stunningly drawn with meticulous care.

"because." you giggle. "i'm just going to the store."

⊹ ࣪ ˖𐙚 taglist : @luvsturniolo @zzombiegirl

[springgirlshowers]

Smooth

Summary: Joost doesn’t like the stubble growing in, so you help him shave, which is followed by a nap.

CW: mentions of razors/blades (shaving razors though so?), not proofread, written on a whim, rpf content (you searched for this!)

WC: 1518

Once you got back from your Japan trip with Joost and the others, you had to split off.

While Joost went to Teuns studio in Berlin to finish editing his new music video and work some on his next album, you had to go back to your shared apartment in the Netherlands.

You had your own responsibilities to take care of after the trip and so did Joost.

You were surprised to say the least at his appearance once he finally walked through the front door.

It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve last seen him in person, giving each other kisses and hugs before you parted. You haven’t seen a clear image of his face since.

So now, seeing him with your own two eyes in person and not over the screen, the beard stubble on his face was extremely prominent.

The sight of him made you sad almost, you knew how much effort he always put into his art and work and you knew how hard he’d been working on this single video.

You didn’t bother to ask how much he’d slept, knowing there’d been multiple nights where you told him to try and get some sleep, that the music video could wait for a few hours. But with how determined (and a bit stubborn) he was, you knew he’d stay up editing it.

After running up to him, giving him a hug and pulling your head away from his chest to kiss him, Joost leaned his head away when you tried to lean in for his lips. You frowned.

“It’s gonna feel weird for you.” Joost excused himself, you let out a scoff and rolled your eyes. Kissing him anyways and pulling away with smiles on both your faces.

Unconsciously, one of your hands left his torso and went up to press your palm to his cheek and feel it against the scratchy stubble.

“Don’t expect it to stay, I’ve been wanting to get rid of it.” He teased, “Just…had no time. I’m so tired.” He sighed, you could see the sleepiness on his face and with his sluggish movements.

“You look good with it.” You giggled, hand still rubbing against his face. Joost let out a breathy laugh and shook his head.

“No I don’t! I hate it, I need it gone.” He whined as he dropped your hand from his face. You sighed and grabbed one of his hands with both of yours.

He stumbled as you dragged him to the bathroom. As you flipped on the light

switch you maneuvered his tall frame to stand in front of the toilet, then moving your hands to his shoulders to make him sit on the lid.

He gave you a confused stare as you opened the cabinets, searching around for something.

“Sit.” You pointed a finger at him once he shifted to stand up, “I’m getting rid of the beard for you.” He could see the amused smile on your face while you continued to rummage around, soon your hands appearing with a bottle of shaving cream and a new razor straight from the plastic sealed pack you had sitting around.

You weren’t experienced at shaving facial hair, only haven shaved Joosts stubble once before and you accidentally nicked him on the bottom of the chin with the razor.

But you knew what you were doing and the basics of it, plus you’d rather do it now than have him do it while he’s sleepy and could be clumsy.

You shook up the can of shaving cream before spraying it into the palm of your hand. Giggling at the unexpected large amount that came out so quickly.

“Cold.” Joost muttered out as his eyebrows twitched at the feeling of the fluff hitting his face.

You smeared the shaving cream all over his jaw, making sure to keep the area above his lip untouched, knowing he’d probably prefer to keep his mustache.

You were careful with your movements, you had a hand placed carefully under his chin to keep him still as you stroked the razor down his face.

Joosts sleepy eyes looked at you with such admiration. He tried to keep his gaze on you for as long as he could, but his eyes kept fluttering shut as the minimal hours he had of sleep began to catch up with him.

His head lolled in your hands, he couldn’t help it. You were holding his jaw so gently, being so careful. It was comforting.

Once his head nodded down you quickly removed the razor from anywhere close to his face, then his head flung back up as he took in a deep inhale.

“Joost,” You let out a breathy giggle of adoration, “I just need you to keep your head up for a little bit longer. Then we can sleep for as long as you want. Okay?” You turned on the sink to clean off the razor under the stream of water.

“Sorry, schatje.” He lazily mumbled, trying to sit up straight, as if it would keep him awake.

“I just don’t wanna accidentally cut you, or shave off your eyebrow.” You joked, earning a tired smile and amused breath out of Joost.

Joost was able to stay awake, mainly, somewhat, for the rest of the time. The most he could do was sit straight up and try and keep his eyes open.

You continued the pattern, shaving, rinsing the razor, shaving, wiping, rinsing, repeat.

Once you gave a final wipe to Joosts face with the damp rag, removing the tiny bits of missed shaving cream, you realized there was one more step you had to do.

“Oh, I almost forgot! One last thing!” You stepped away to look back in the cabinets, grabbing a bottle of aftershave. Joost groaned, wanting nothing more to have your body against his, asleep in bed.

“You know your skins gonna get dry and irritated if I don’t put this on. Just one more moment.” You tried to encourage him to wait just a bit longer. He let out a little sigh.

Once you applied onto his face, Joost brought his hands up to his cheeks, smiling as he felt the stubble gone, only the feeling of smooth skin against his hands.

Now it was Joosts turn to grab your hand and drag you along with him, he pulled you into the bedroom with him.

He gave you a slight push once the backs of your legs hit the mattress, you sat down on the bed as Joost kicked off his shoes, removed his glasses, placing them on the dresser before falling face down onto the bed.

The sight of him crawling up the bed then removing the covers to get under them was amusing.

As you both shuffled and found your comfortable positions under the sheets, Joost hovered his upper half over you. Pressing sweet, lazily kisses to your cheeks and lips.

“Mmm. Danke, liefje.” He sighed happily after kissing the corner of your mouth. “Now with the beard gone, I can do this.” He began rubbing and nuzzling his face all against you like he was a cat asking for pets.

You laughed and squirmed away from him until he finally wore himself out of the little energy he had left, resting his head on your stomach.

“Danke, again. I don’t know what I’d do you without you.” Joost said happily as he pressed a kiss to the fabric that covered your stomach, his arms wrapping under and around your torso.

“Of course Joost.” You spoke softly, smiling as you looked down at him, “I watched the music video also, I loved it.” You began to run your hands through his hair, smiling more when you felt his body relax at your touch.

“Hm? Ja? You did?”

“Yeah, the amount of effort you put into it shows. I can understand now why you were going insane editing it.” You let out a small breathy laugh, feeling him smile against your stomach when you scratched his head.

“Mhm. Ik hou van jou, schatje.” He slurred, nuzzling his face into you more, “Tot de dood. You’re so warm.” He whispered under his breath, hands sliding under your shirt to feel the smooth skin of your torso against his palms.

“Ik hou van jou, Joost.” He looked so pretty, hair already a bit messy from your hands going through them, glasses off and being able to see his long eyelashes shut, the feeling of his chest rising up and down against your body. He was perfect.

“I can’t believe you made yourself sleep on a couch the entire time.” You laughed, stopping when you didn’t hear a response. “Joost. Joost?” You craned your neck to get a look at his entire face, his lips were parted and the full weight of his body was on you. He was knocked out already, you didn’t bother to try and wake him up. He needed this sleep after pushing himself so hard.

He looked angelic, and you couldn’t help but admire him. Soon falling asleep with your hand still in his hair.

[volleypearlfan]

Random 2025 predictions

RFK Jr's brain is completely eaten by the worm in it

A random Depeche Mode song trends online

The yumeship community has a major drama and then implodes upon itself

Nickelodeon holds a huge event celebrating Avatar: The Last Airbender's 20th anniversary but it goes horribly wrong due to them using AI or other things

JKR will outright say that she thinks only white women can be really women

Nintendo officially changes Diddy Kong's name

Project 2025 is enacted and AO3 gets banned. Then people either try to start a new website or migrate to FF.net, only to be frustrated by the old and ugly UI on that site

For that matter, TikTok is banned as well

Chappell Roan sells out and guest stars in an animated kids show where she voices a literal pink pony.

American Dragon Jake Long undergoes a fandom renaissance, sparked by a popular crossover fanfic with Danny Phantom

Disney buys Sesame Street, under the condition that each new season have at least one episode dedicated to shilling Disney products. So there will be an episode where Elmo, Abby, and Cookie Monster watch the latest MCU movie.

Disney posts an official Nick Wilde thirst edit on TikTok.

Related to the above: The furry community has a war about whether Mr. Wolf from The Bad Guys or Nick is hotter.

Completely AI movies start being released by major companies

Hawk Tuah starts beef with another content creator

Elio somehow beats the HTTYD remake at the box office

The creator of Skibidi Toilet is sued by a parent for "inducing brainrot"

The Witch Hat Atelier fanbase proves to be even worse than Dungeon Meshi. Now you will see Coco pfps attached to the most asinine opinions of all time.

Ouran High School Host Club season 2 is finally announced, but they completely changed the art style into something more generic (most notably removing the characters' noses)

Netflix greenlights an animated series based on Chill Guy

Snyder fanboys try to boycott the new Superman movie, but fail.

Mr Beast gets into huge legal trouble.

Netflix shits out a true crime docuseries about Luigi Mangione.

[bokutosbiceps]

battle scars

monkey d luffy x afab!reader | fluff + smut | ~900 words

warnings: suggestive themes + smut throughout !!

a/n: okay, many people were involved in the birth of this fic !! so this was inspired by the art below...first @usoppsstar because she sent me the art that inspired this, + of course @luffysprincess because she made the beautiful art that inspired this !! also i wrote this whole thing in 20 min on the toilet hehe

ps. i've got permission from this genius artist to repost her art + write about it 😁 

18+ MDNI

you winced at the soreness in between your thighs as you tried to sit up, blinking in the morning sunlight. you look over toward luffy’s side of the bed and notice he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes and moaning quietly. he has his back completely turned toward the sunlight, almost shying away from it.

he was always a baby in the mornings.

you giggle and sit up, ignoring the small twinges of pain from deep within your core and draping yourself over your lover boy’s shoulders. 

“mornin’, sugar.” he says sweetly, his voice a bit deeper than usual due to misuse while he slept. he takes one of your wrists in his hands and turns it over to place a kiss to the inside of it. he's sleepy–he's always even more affectionate than usual when he's sleepy.

“not a good morning?” you tease, running your hand down his back and breathing in his scent. you immediately withdraw your hand when he hisses in pain. “what's wrong?”

“i dunno, my back, like…it felt…it stung when ya did that!” luffy doesn't shy away from your touch, but he stretches his neck to see his back.

you both see them at the same time, the small scratches adorning his back like bloody, crusty constellations.

you gasp in complete horror while luffy gasps in utter excitement.

“woah! are these from last night? did you do this?” luffy jumps up and runs to the thin body length mirror usopp had fashioned for you in the captain’s quarters. he stands facing away from the mirror and twists his body, butt naked, in the most unnatural way only a man made of rubber could. 

he starts to grin wildly and lets a few chuckles escape his lips. you, extremely embarrassed and horrified, hide your face in your palms. you couldn't believe you'd made luffy bleed.

how the hell did you manage to scratch hard enough to tear rubber skin?

you can remember, and you've been reminded by your soreness this morning, how good you'd been fucked last night. how luffy's cock had kissed and bullied your cervix for multiple rounds. how luffy’s stamina had always surprised you but something had come over him last night and he needed to feel all of you, multiple times, till he'd passed out.

“luffy, i’m–” you're about to apologize but are interrupted by luffy’s loud and boisterous laughter.

“they're like battle scars! awesome!” luffy is overjoyed and his eyes are squeezed shut to make room for the large grin that spreads across his face. he stares at the small scratches along his scapulae, his traps, his lats, and further down his back for just a little while longer before he bounds over to the bed and pounces on you. there's a smug grin on his face. “guess i made ya feel that good last night, hmm?”

you blush and move to cover your cheeks with your hands but luffy is much quicker than you and grabs your hands, pinning them above your head. you had nowhere to hide from his amusement.

“why are you so embarrassed?” luffy asks gently, using his hand not occupied by your wrists to trace his thumb over your warm cheeks. he's still smiling, but it's softer now, desperately wanting for you to talk to him and not feel guilty.

“i didn't mean to hurt you…” you say slowly, looking away from luffy’s stare. he takes your chin in his thumb and index and pulls your face to him, pressing a warm and gentle kiss to your lips.

“ya didn't hurt me!” luffy says once he's pulled away from you, he's smiling. you feel a bit better at seeing luffy's honest joy, knowing that you couldn't possibly physically hurt the newest emperor of the sea with mere scratches. you sigh and smile back at him.

“okay! i'm glad then.” you crane your neck to press your lips to his once more. “and yes, you fucked me really good last night, captain.”

you catch a mischievous glint flash in luffy’s eyes and watch as he moves his hand in between your legs and separates them by spreading his fingers wide. he tightens his grip on your wrists and uses his other hand to hook each of your legs around his hips. he presses himself into the apex of your thighs and you can feel how he's already straining and raring to go.

“yeah?” luffy breathes as he skims his teeth and tongue over the side of your neck, leaving a trail of saliva down to your chest. “let's go at it again then.”

luffy starts to rock his hips back and forth, rubbing his erection against the inside of your thigh. you press your thighs together, providing something tight and warm for luffy to drag his cock through. he lets out a small whine and hunches over you, littering your chest with butterfly kisses and small patches of his drool.

“breakfast!” luffy’s ears perk up at sanji’s voice, his lips hands and dick abruptly abandoning your body.

“meet me back in here after breakfast, ‘kay?” luffy says, pressing a kiss to your temple and grinning before he jumps up off of the bed and over to where his clothes from last night lay on the floor.

you huff, feeling the whiplash from how he'd just been fucking your thighs then how he'd suddenly left you completely cold and bare. you watch him tug his shorts up his hips and grab his straw hat from the ring beside the door.

“put on a shirt!” you yell after him.

“nope! i'm showing off my battle scars!” luffy whoops as he rushes out of the captain's quarters toward the kitchen, licking his lips in anticipation for both breakfast and the activities that will follow.

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[teaboot]

can i get an explanation on The Attic Days

Lived in an abandoned attic suite above a defunct funeral home for about a year. No heating no AC no toilet no shower. Built a bath in the morgue with a Rubbermaid tub and a shower curtain. Unemployed. Made a lot of art. Interesting year

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The listing describes this 1974 home as "eclectic," but this is such interesting architecture, you have to wonder who designed it. The 2bd, 3ba home in Lincoln, NE is right on the Capitol Beach lake. It's listed for $499,999 + $85mo. HOA.

I like the stone entrance.

Then, you go down two steps, and another 2 steps, depending on where you want to be. There's a couch to the left, so that must be the living room.

Okay, there's a partial slate floor, stone wall, and a built-in bench. You can see the floor above.

Oh, here it is, I was looking for the fireplace. Why is it here, though?

The stairs on the right look like they go up to an indoor terrace.

They left a nice piece of art up on that wall.

I thought that the 3 windows over the couch were for the kitchen, but it's over here.

You can see the indent where the table was. There's a built-in china cabinet. Nice. I like the brick, but why did they put the slate floor around carpet? I don't like carpet near kitchens or in bathrooms.

Kitchen's nice. I like the color of the cabinets.

Look at this crazy tub in the bathroom. It has stairs, and 2 benches. Look at the toilet in a nook behind the door.

You can fit some furniture on this terrace. Doesn't it look like a sailboat across the way? It's a fireplace.

The fireplace protrudes over the ground floor.

This must be a sitting area around the fireplace.

A rounded stone fireplace is up here, so this is another sitting room, or is it the primary bedroom? I'm so confused.

Definitely a bedroom that's quite large and has a loft, too.

The en-suite is tucked away under the loft.

The closets are walk-ins.

The 3rd bath.

Another room thru the trap door.

The home is on a .26 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/912-N-Lakeshore-Dr-Lincoln-NE-68528/6587332_zpid/

[creature-wizard]

Closet Witchcraft: How To Get Witchy When You Can't Come Out Of The Broom Closet

Some basic/general tips for being a closet witch. (If you are in a severely abusive household, be sure to scroll down to the end.)

Cultivate some skills

Many skills can be put to witchy purposes if you're determined. Consider gardening, cooking, sewing, crochet, scrapbooking, painting, drawing, calligraphy, woodworking, carving, or literally any craft skill you can start practicing. If you knit a scarf with colors chosen for their magical symbolism or make a little owl sculpture as a charm to help you retain knowledge, nobody but you has to know.

Study and learn about nature

Start learning about plants, animals, geology, ecology, or whatever catches your interest. Get into the habit of observing nature wherever you are, and observing how humans and nature interact and affect each other.

Use everyday items where you can

You can practice divination with poker cards or dice, and your phone can serve as a scrying mirror. You can use a pendant or metal washer for pendulum divination.

As for cleansing, a literal wash in water is fine for any object that won't get damaged. You can use literally any cleaning tool or method with magical intent.

You can use your fingers in place of prayer beads, using either whole fingers or individual knuckles.

You can also use your fingers to trace symbols and runes on stuff.

You can represent your deities using art or knickknacks representing their symbols, like a small cat statue for Bast.

On keeping witchy literature (grimoires, Books of Shadows, printed books, etc.)

Keeping an online grimoire/BOS and getting witchy books in ebook format is often a good option.

Certain methods of practice can also reduce the amount of literature you need to keep on hand. (For example, learning correspondence through observation, using this model of deity/entity work, or practicing energy work.)

If no one is likely to go through your things, keeping your grimoire/BOS in a plain three-ring binder may be enough to avoid detection. (Camouflage is a great friend when hiding things.)

More on hiding things

So you might want something a little fancy, like a tarot deck or a more witchy-looking piece of decor.

If people aren't likely to go through your stuff or come in without knocking, you can keep a lot of things in a drawer or small storage box when you have to. Simple padlocks will be enough to keep small children and the typical casual guest out of your things.

To hide small objects, you can also get an opaque vase and fake flowers, put your witchy stuff in the bottom of the vase, and put the flowers on top.

You can also place a toilet paper tube inside a glass jar and fill it with something like small rocks, seashells, beads, buttons, or candies. (There's a tutorial for this kind of here. Though you won't need to wrap the toilet paper tube in wrapping paper, of course.)

If the jar is higher than the tube, you can glue a circle of cardboard to the bottom of the tube so you can rest it on top a layer of your filling so that it comes up to the jar's mouth.

If you want to use something like a sauce jar and want to take the label off completely, remember that oil will dissolve the adhesive.

Stuffed animals can be turned into hiding spaces. There are many tutorials out there for this.

Pieces of paper can be slipped into books. Thus you can conceal witchy reference sheets.

If you are in a seriously unhealthy situation

I wrote the above with people who don't live in severely abusive homes in mind. Like maybe the people you live with would flip out if they discovered that you're practicing witchcraft and maybe then you might be in danger, but they aren't likely to go snooping through all of your stuff and aren't going to hurt you because you breathed wrong. If you do live in a highly abusive household, I recommend checking out my post "I'm in a bad place and need to get out, what can I do?" and checking out this thread of abusive home survival tips. (These aren't witchcraft resources - they're resources to help you survive and escape.)

[mari-lair]

Shit I might want to read this, it looks cute. What is this?

I am assuming you're talking about the manga with a cute art style, the one with this trio, which I love dearly

If so, I am very sorry Anon, my blog is misleading propaganda. None of these three are the protagonists, or even sidekicks to the protagonist, they are either stuck as a gag character for half of the manga, pushed to the side, given an antagonistic role/a role that have a diferent belief from the mcs, or all of the above simultaneously.

This is not their story.

They do eventually get focus, there is a reason I have grown attached to their arcs more than the protagonist's stories, but I am aware most people do not vibe with them. Many actually hate these three. They aren't the heart of this story. If you read this manga, rest assured it won't be for them.

So let me try to give you a more accurate idea of what the story is about without any major spoilers/details.

The manga is called "Toilet Bond Hanako-kun" which is a strange mainstream translation considering "suicide boy Hanako-kun" is the more accurate one. Very different vibes between those two translations, right? That's how the manga feels too, it is a mix of strange and goofy and 'oh, shit got dark'.

The story takes place in a fantasy world where supernaturals and ghosts exist and the trio in the spotlight are these three goofballs!

The red eyed girl is our main protagonist, Yashiro Nene, she is in love with the idea of love, a true hopeless romantic!

She attracts trouble and have a wild imagination, easily getting stuck inside her own fantasies as a form to both find strength and avoid tragedies. She is an insecure but very kind soul with a lot of hope in her heart, but she is not that smart. While she does have her moments, if you dig strategy stories and logical characters this story isn't for you, it's more about whimsy and vibes.

The boy with the cap is the main lead and our titular boy "Hanako." He is a ghost, more specifically a supernatural, which are ghost whose soul got corrupted for staying in our world instead of moving on once they died. He is also the main love interest. A mischievous morally grey spirit with no self-love, no hope, and a lovely mix of being apathetic and caring too much. He is dangerous, selfish, awkward, and possessive and he hates it.

The blond one is Minamoto Kou, an exorcist who never exorcised anything, he is a kind and insecure guy, not very smart logic-wise but his emotional intelligence is surprisingly good (bad habits aside). He is selfless to the point of concern, and starts out determined to be Hanako's eternal enemy but they become besties by accident. He is desperate to help, very determined, very impulsive, very easy to trust. Horrible at being an exorcist.

The friendship between these three is very sweet. You feel like it will be a generic love triangle on their intro but no, they all care about each other. Romance may be a big thing in this manga but this trio are besties.

The humor can be hit or miss, sometimes it's so silly or dry that I love it, but sometimes it's passes my bar and becomes overly exaggerated. Some of the gags just don't land (at least to me), and if you think about the story too much, is not hard to find inconsistencies, but the main sell of this manga is character comflict, which is usually real good, and the supernaturals elements/stories which are the main events of the manga. All the supernatural stories are amazing.

I don't want to spoil the powers and rumors and tragedies but here are some 'vibes' of the supernatural elements.

It is a rollercoaster of cool ideas and vibes and creative ways to explore the wishes and fears of the characters.

A lot changes through the story, this trio won't be the main dynamic forever but it is the heart at the start, and the supernatural stuff is strong during the entire manga! So if the pros sound better than the cons, go check it out!

You can read it: here