#carpets my beloathed.

[queen-mabs-revenge]

six months of haranguing later but i'm finally getting my moth-eaten carpet replaced today ✊😌

[soulsbear]

My clippings my clippings. My small paper clippings

[agender-possum-tongue]

SOURCE: MIKE BAIRD mikebaird.com

[handern]

there are worst beetles to have in your home than anthrenus but I've been shooing so many of them outside I'm going insane

[beauty-of-nyx]

Last 10 fics meme

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have fewer than ten, post what you have. 

Perceived by @seiya-starsniper

Rainy Days - Human AU (Sports commentator Dream, Sportsball Fan Hob) Hob had been drowning his sorrows at the White Horse.

Hitting Critical Mass - Dream splits himself into Dream and Nightmare “Okay, so what's the matter?”

1689 - What if Dream stuck around to help Hob “Don't touch me! Fսcking dungwit. Get out of my way!” Hob pushes against the bouncer trying to throw him out of the tavern.

The Chandrasekhar Limit - Interstellar war AU (Healer Dream, Opposite side Hob) "Gadling." "Endless."

Turn over a new leaf (turn the world upside down) - MEAN Hob cont of ep6 Hob looks up when a shadow falls across the essays he is grading. It is a dark clad man, hell bent on secrecy and enigma, filled to the brim with pride and arrogance.

The Immortal's Book Club - Good omens crossover "Apparently, Dream has a whole ass library which includes every creative work made or unmade. AND HE WON'T LET ME BRING ANY OVER TO THE WAKING WORLD." Hob is pacing across his living room, no doubt wearing a path into his brand new carpet. He feels a pang of guilt, after all, it’s only twenty seven years old, he intends to make it last.

Sweet Dreams are made of this - Dream Trying to work through the issues with Desire. Dreamling and surprise guest “Oh Sweet Dream? I stand in my gallery and hold your sigil. Won’t you visit your favourite younger sibling?”

Flying in a dream, Stars by the pocketful - Dream's self image issues and Complicated Relationship with Night Dream let out a content sigh as the last pieces of rubble slotted back into place. He had spent the past week travelling the Dreaming, and repairing everything he could.

I'll be the actor starring in your bad dreams - Organised crime AU (detective hob mob boss dream) “Greetings, Mr. Gadling. How may I assist you today?” Hob groaned internally. While he knew that checking out a crime scene at an Endless property would mean that he’d run into his beloathed, he hoped that he might have a break for once. “It’s Detective Gadling, Mr. Endless.”

Grey Matter(s) - Hob character study “You colour your hair?” Dream had popped into the Waking for the evening, only to find Hob standing in his bathroom, mixing a bowl of dark gunk to put in his hair.

All sandman except the one crossover

perceiving @sleepsonfutons @seiya-starsniper (yes tag back) @serenailith

[emotional-support-lieutenant]

Free Space Project for Terror Bingo is done!

While I might add to it in the future (such as a sculpted foam head with the help of my friend who's done fur suits before, and/or more articulated toes) I'm calling it complete. If I kept working on it right now, the amount of white fuzz it sheds would drive me insane.

Behold! My Tuunbaq inspired rug. I drew inspiration from these two patterns for faux bearskin rugs, and I scaled up the printable pattern. Then there was a LOT of cutting and taping the paper pieces of the pattern together until I actually had the shape right. It took probably four or five hours total to get the pattern made and the pieces cut. For materials I just used a canvas drop cloth from Home Depot, a double sided king sized faux fur and sherpa throw blanket, and heavy duty upholstery thread to put it together (plus some black embroidery floss). I did alter the pattern as I was cutting things out, opting for longer legs than the original pattern and no tail to better reflect Tuunbaq's shape.

The double sided blanket meant I had two options for fur texture and at the suggestion of @shloodles I ultimately went with the faux fur. I have worked with faux fur and minky before, my beloathed, and the white fuzz was EVERYWHERE. But that carpeting was already going to be ripped out so I didn't stress too much on clean up lol.

The extra fabric from the blanket also meant I could add density to the rug without using batting or polyfill, I just had the sherpa positioned to be an inside layer. It only took me a few days to get it all sewed up and I left the shoulders and neck area open to turn it. Then to close the shoulders and neck, I decided to use black embroidery floss in a really visible overlapping stitch. I wanted it to read as the work of someone who's maybe not done a lot of this sort of work and at the very least doesn't have access to the most fitting materials to create it.

And now I have a large rug that will be a bitch to keep clean with my big baby dog ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ But I do love it, I think it fits really well with my space and general aesthetic. The Kleenex box and 42" dog crate are for scale.

[theterribletenno]

Raven, the Bomber Jet Warframe

Holy shit how long did it take me to make Raven? A whole year? Feels that way. Well better late than never, once my beloathed Raven is done I can start working on the frames I was really excited for this season! I decided to resolve to make her balancing more glass canon style with a little stealth and lots of speed to mitigate being so fragile.

Health: 180 (280 at rank 30) Shields: 180 (280 at rank 30) Armor: 135 Energy: 200 (300 at rank 30) Sprint Speed: 1.25

Passive: An aerial ace, Raven descends slower and has improved aerodynamics which can be used to control her midair movement with greater ease and agility. Raven also gains 30% chance to evade enemy attacks while airborne which is able to stack with other sources of evasion.

Ability 1: Jetstream, 25/12.5 energy. Raven's jet propulsion system generates a powerful thrust, by expending 25 energy while grounded or 12.5 energy while airborne, to soar toward the aiming reticle at a speed of 30 meters per second for 1 second. While in flight, Raven is surrounded by a cone of pressurized air with a 2 meters radius, which inflicts 750 blast damage with 100% status chance and knockdown to all enemies it contacts.

Ability 2: Silent Running, 50 energy. Raven activates her stealth systems, becoming invisible to enemies for 10 seconds. If Jetstream is used while Silent Running is active the duration timer for Silent Running is paused until Jetstream concludes.

Ability 3: Air Support: 75 energy. Deploys an explosive support pod onto the ground at the point indicated by Raven's crosshairs up to 30 meters away which falls from above. Upon landing the pod deals 750 blast damage with 100% status chance to all enemies within a 15 meter radius, and if the pod lands directly on top of an enemy that enemy will be ragdolled and pinned in place until the pod expires. 2.5 seconds after landing the support pod dispenses a universal ammo pack and a special health orb that restores up to 50 health and increases armor by 100 for the next 10 seconds. 5 seconds after landing the pod self-destructs, dealing damage with the same properties as the initial arrival blast and dropping a second universal ammo pack. Universal ammo packs from Air Support have the same value as 1 regular ammo pickup for all currently equipped weapons.

Ability 4: Carpet Bombing, toggled ability, costs 25 energy to activate, drains 5 energy per second. Immediately upon activation and every time she moves 1 meter in any direction including directly up or down while Carpet Bombing is active Raven will drop two bombs. Each of the two bombs spawns 0.5 meters to either side of Raven and are spawned with her current momentum in the direction she was moving when they were triggered. The bombs explode upon contacting any surface, object, or enemy that is not a player or an allied npc dealing 750 blast damage with 100% status chance in a 5 meter radius. Raven also gains immunity to self-knockdown while Carpet Bombing is active.

Subsumed ability: Air Support.

Signature Weapons Warthog: An auto-spooling primary rifle with high per-hit damage at the cost of slow firing and spin-up speed. Deals roughly even values of impact and puncture with a slightly higher value of slash. High status chance at the cost of below average crit chance. Pressing the alt-fire button will spin-up the weapon without the need of firing, increasing max fire rate and causing it to stay at maximum fire rate for 7.5 seconds after achieving spin-up. Alt-fire effect has an 18 second cooldown. Large magazine at the cost of a slow reload speed. As Raven's signature rifle the Warthog's alt-fire spin-up lasts for 10 seconds while in her hands. Blackbird: A fully automatic version of the Kulstar pistol that fires miniature torpedoes which detonate and fragment into 3 smaller bomblets which spread from the point of impact, also exploding on impact. To compensate for it's full-auto trigger and higher rate of fire the Blackbird's projectiles deal less damage than the Kulstar's. Deals impact damage on contact and blast damage on detonation. Moderate magazine size and reload speed for a full-auto pistol, high ammo reserves for an explosive pistol. High crit chance and critical multiplier at the cost of low status chance. As Raven's signature sidearm the Blackbird's torpedoes have a chance to spawn an additional bomblet when she wields it.

Closing Notes: THE EVIL IS DEFEATED PUBLISHED!! Honestly I spent so long worrying about her abilities and balancing and even spent like a week lamenting over stat changes and then I basically knocked out 90% of Raven in a single night. Is this a symptom of autism? Well anyways I bet exactly five of you will be thrilled to finally see a new Bad Warframe. No idea if I'll be releasing the next one before the end of the year but depending on which one it is I might be very excited to work on them... Monarch is next. Fuck yes.

[cosmo112]

my himbo fish gillian tidestrider would in FACT be cuddling me as i am face down in the carpet voice typing this cause i am in PAIN

chip eh he wouldn’t do much but he’s here for moral support!

-bee

Actor my beloathed beloved

[praebitorem-glaciei]

w/e, part two to the proposal fic. ugh this genre my BELOATHED. this is almost one thousand words longer than the last and yet somehow less happens. its wild

City lights poured into their dimly lit hotel room, casting a soft yellow glow wherever the street lamps shone. A relatively relaxing setting, even with the sound of people on the streets outside, even with the distant sound of other hotel guests. The upbeat but soft music that played from the phone added to the relative atmosphere.

“You really went all out.” 

Vesper sat up on the loveseat, eyeing the man who set down the scented candle he’d been lighting. “It’s our honeymoon, of course I went all out.” Alee responded with a shrug, grabbing the bottle of vodka he’d had ordered to their room and the two glasses it came with. It wasn’t exactly wine or champagne, but he hated both, so it’d have to stand in as the romantic drink.

Alee sat on his spouse’s lap, handing xem one of the glasses. “We did spend most of the evening drinking at that bar, pretty boy. More vodka?” Vesper raised an eyebrow but the man just stuck his tongue out at them. Alee easily twisted the cap off the bottle, allowing Vesper to see which brand he got. “Smirnoff Gold. What is it with you and Smirnoff, by the way?”

“I just really like Smirnoff.” Alee answered as he poured the gold leaf vodka into Vesper’s glass. Xe shook xyr head at him, going to take a sip of the slightly cinnamon flavoured vodka. “It is still vodka, you can shoot it.” He chuckled as he opted to drop his glass on the carpeted floor below them, he’d just drink from the bottle. Classy like that.

Vesper took his advice, shooting what equated a double in the glass Alee poured for xem. “I’ll give it to you, it isn’t bad. There’s just better vodkas.” Vesper licked his lips as they watched him pour more into xyr glass. “And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to get me drunk.” Vesper brought his glass to xyr lips, winking at Alee’s eye roll.

“We are not debating the quality of different vodkas on our honeymoon. And not drunk, just tipsy. For some reason I feel weird doing it while you’re fully sober.” The ‘it’ being the whole reason for this specific evening. Vesper couldn’t argue though, xe did understand his perspective. Though if it was going to end up being anything like last time.. 

Alee took a relatively large swig of the vodka before passing the bottle off to Vesper as he stood up. He picked up his discarded glass, returning it to the table where he laid everything he’d need out. Vesper just watched from their relatively comfortable position on the couch, mismatched eyes looking over the man’s sheer red robe with interest. 

“You’re going to have to take your shirt off.” Alee instructed as he untied his robe, gently laying it over an empty section of the table. The sleeves would really only get in the way. It really took everything in Vesper not to stare, finishing more of the alcohol before setting both the half empty bottle and glass down on the ground. From there, xe took their shirt off, tossing it aside as he leaned back against the plush fabric of the couch.

“I’m surprised you managed to even find it.” Vesper commented as Alee inspected the small baggie of white powder. Xe honestly didn’t think he’d be able to, given they were in France and not back home. Alee looked at xem over his shoulder, flashing a small smirk. “You have your sources.” They concluded, earning a quick nod before Alee went back to what he was doing. 

Alee grabbed everything he needed, moving back to the couch. But instead of sitting on Vesper like last time, he knelt between their legs, the carpet and his thigh highs providing a small layer of protection from the hard floor. “Pretty boy~” Vesper cooed, reaching out to tug on the metal loop of Alee’s collar. Their husband only chuckled, leaning forward to peck xyr lips quickly.

Vesper leaned back, one hand stroking Alee’s hair and behind the perky fox ears on top of his head, xyr other arm resting on the armrest of the couch. Credit card, sanitised, the same one hundred dollar bill he always used, also cleaned, the bag of ecstasy.. “Alright. Are you ready?” Alee sat up on his knees, forearms resting on Vesper’s thighs. 

“Let’s make your last time a great time, hm?” Their agreement. After this, Alee wouldn’t touch the stuff anymore. Perhaps unusual to most, but it worked for the both of them. One last hurrah in celebration of their marriage. Alee removed his arms from their legs, grabbing the baggie and credit card. He’d offer to share, but he already knew what the answer would be. 

So he poured some of the contents of the baggie on xyr abs, using his credit card to sort the white powder into lines. About half of the contents, he closed the baggie and set it beside him, picking up the bill and rolling it tightly. Alee shifted forward, torso pressing against Vesper’s crotch in order to get the optimal position to snort the powder. 

Vesper’s grip on his hair tightened just for a moment at the sudden pressure, xyr grip relaxing quickly. Between the lacy black lingerie, the alcohol, the position, not to mention the sinfully attractive sight of Alee’s indulgence. Eh, Vesper was unable to help his growing arousal, tugging on his lip piercing with xyr teeth as he watched Alee snort the first line off of their abs. 

They tried to ignore the way Alee fidgeted against xyr crotch, the form fitting pants xe wore doing very little to help xem. Vesper continued to run their fingers through his hair as he finished up the lines. Alee pulled back, and xe almost immediately missed the pressure, his erection undoubtedly visible now too. Alee left the furled bill on their abs as he grabbed the baggie to finish it off. 

“Horny?” Alee teased when he realised, the strain in Vesper’s pants and the slight wet spot quickly noticed by the fox. Vesper rolled xyr eyes, the answer too obvious to entertain with a response. Alee leaned down, licking up the length of the bulge, wet tongue leaving a bigger mark, and his piercing providing some stimulation even through the fabric. 

Vesper swore under xyr breath, gripping the armrest but doing their best not to actually rip it. “Soon, darling.” Alee cooed as he sat up properly, repeating the earlier process with the remaining ecstasy. Though now that he knew, he made a point of pressing his chest against their crotch. The thin bones of the corset he wore provided stimulation as he pressed against xem, outwardly smirking as xe grabbed his hair. 

Alee snorted the remaining powder, shaky satisfied breaths passing his lips as he finished up. The first dose would kick in soon enough he hoped, dropping the bill on the ground now that it was no longer needed. Vesper opened their mouth to suggest something, but was quickly caught off guard by Alee’s tongue running up his abs, pressing firmer against xyr crotch while he was at it. If he wasn’t hard before, xe certainly was now. 

“Sorry, needed to get it all. It’s way pricier here.” 

He sat back with a smile, hair a mess from Vesper’s hand, cheeks pleasantly flushed pink. “Stand up.” Xe ordered in a low voice, standing up themself. Alee obeyed, rising to his feet and tilting his head up to look at his spouse. Vesper picked the man up, ignoring the slight waver in the action from the effects of the alcohol in xyr system. 

Alee wrapped his thighs around their waist, Vesper’s hands coming to rest on his upper thighs, just below his ass. “I’m going to ruin this outfit of yours.” Vesper commented as xe rounded the couch, making a beeline for the hotel bed. Alee only laughed, soft and breathy, he’d already expected that. Very few of his thin clothes survived being in bed with his spouse.

Vesper tossed xyr husband down on the bed, watching him bounce some before he crawled back to rest against the pillows. Vesper unzipped xyr pants, abandoning the way too tight fabric on the ground. Xe then crawled onto the bed, over top of Alee and between his legs. Vesper sat up on his knees, running xyr hands up the fox’s thighs, feeling the sheer fabric of the thigh highs and the lace tops of them.

“Two requests.” Vesper ran xyr hands up further, pushing up the short lace skirt attached to the black corset. Xe really felt like tearing it off now, especially the thin panties that were in a very familiar shade of black and blue. “One..” They leaned forward, face inches from Alee’s. “Can I bite you? And two.. Can I fuck you?” The whole premise of this evening was sex, but still, he searched Alee’s eyes.

Alee licked his lips, the sorcerer’s eyes dropping down to follow the way the ball ran over his plush skin. “Yes. To both. It should be in my bloodstream soon.” Alee reached up carefully, pulling his glasses off. Vesper took the glasses, folding them closed and then placing them gently on the bedside table. Vesper then undid the buckle of the collar Alee wore for him, finding it easier if it weren’t in the way. That too was put aside with care.

Vesper grabbed their husband’s legs, pulling his thighs around their waist with no resistance. From here, they easily undid the metal clasps holding Alee’s corset closed, breaking the last few once xe got impatient. The corset was thrown aside, leaving Alee in only the underwear and thigh highs. “What a stunning little whore, hm? All mine too.” Vesper cooed as xe leaned forwards.

“I’m all yours, master. Always.” Alee brought his hand up to rest in xyr hair as xe got close to his now exposed neck. Vesper’s sharp fangs grazed his skin, faint scars from previous sessions visible up close. Alee bucked his hips upwards, earning a low groan from his spouse at the fleeting friction. 

The sorcerer sank xyr fangs into his neck rather than taking the time to reprimand him for his attitude. His blood was less sweet when he was high, laced with a taste xe could never quite place. But it was far from unpleasant as xe consumed it with fervour. Vesper pulled his head away, tongue running over his fangs and lips to get every drop of blood. 

He then watched blood bubble to the surface of the puncture holes, bleeding down some with Alee’s increased heart rate, every heavy beat producing more for xem. Vesper breathed hard as xe watched the blood surface, fighting himself to lap it up immediately. Xe waited for it to pool just enough, warm tongue then running over Alee’s heated skin, collecting the blood.

Alee whimpered at the sensation as xe bit the junction between his neck and shoulder, fangs piercing his skin harshly. He squeezed Vesper’s waist inadvertently when his thighs tensed, the wetness becoming uncomfortable against the fabric of his underwear. Vesper chuckled against his skin, licking up and soothing this injury faster than the other. 

“Does my precious whore want me to fill him up?” Vesper grinded his erection against Alee’s crotch, earning a higher pitched whimper from the fox. “Hm?” Xe brought their head up to make eye contact with the man, tears already wetting his glassy red eyes. Vesper reached up, gripping the man’s jaw and forcing him to look at xem. “Want me to use you, don’t you?” 

He couldn’t exactly nod like this, Vesper making it quite impossible. “Y-Yes, sire.” Alee’s voice wavered, though this was no different than every other time. Vesper’s pathetic bottom was always like this. Vesper hummed, xe really could make him beg, but tonight was just as much about him as it was about xem. 

Vesper wasted little time ridding both of them of their undergarments, Alee hissing as the cold air hit overheated skin, a minor side effect in this circumstance. Vesper held themself up with one arm, reaching between them with the other. Xe watched Alee’s face intently as xe pressed two fingers against him, not quite penetrating him. 

The drugs in his system made him extra sensitive, and given how wet he got normally, Vesper was only mildly surprised he managed to be wetter. Alee grinded against xyr fingers, pouting when it didn’t even come close to giving him enough satisfaction. Vesper only chuckled darkly, removing xyr fingers and bringing them up to Alee’s face.

“Suck.” Xe ordered, mismatched eyes watching intently as Alee’s tongue poked out from between his lips. Vesper watched the fox run his tongue over xyr fingers, tasting himself on xem. Alee opened his mouth further and xe slid xyr fingers into his mouth, pierced tongue swirling over the extremities. “Good boy.” Vesper praised, but it was almost mocking in a way, xyr tone.

Vesper pulled his hand back soon after, moving positions to get the best angle for both of them. Still between his legs, xe decided missionary would be fine, less adventurous, but they did just get married. Xe wanted to see him. They pressed their tip against him, apparently he wasn’t the only one sensitive, the drugs and alcohol clearly affecting Vesper too as xe waited for Alee’s nod before continuing. 

“Oh fuck- ah..” Vesper exhaled deeply, grip on the sheets tightening, xe ignored the sound of the fabric ripping. Alee’s nails dug into xyr back, his head thrown back against the pillows, leaving his neck fully exposed. Even before xe set a rhythm, they were biting down on Alee’s neck again, unable to help themself whenever they got permission to do so. With his fangs in his neck though, xe wasted little time attending to xyr husband.

Oh and how Alee’s moans quickly became music to xyr ears.