#face is a tad off but meh-

[justcreatingthings]

Got to work to start baking the bakery items, and then heard a knock. Now this lil guy is staring at me…

[hxney-lemcn]

Late Night Chaos — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: who knew stealing a hoodie would lead you to an existential crisis.

tw: none.

a/n: ik everyone loves the idea of Daisuke realizing his feelings second...but what if we switched that around? 👀

wc: 1.1k

Master List

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

In your defense, he had left it out in the open unattended. You had been running small errands for Anya and you found yourself grumbling about it being particularly chilly that day. Luck seemed to be on your side, as on your way back to the med bay, you noticed a clothing item innocently having been tossed on the couch. It was clearly Daisuke’s, the vibrant block patterned hoodie couldn’t have been anyone else's. Deciding it was his fault for leaving it out in the open in the first place, you threw it on. 

Pausing her writing to acknowledge your presence, Anya’s eyes fell onto the new article of clothing you wore. Diverting her eyes, she tried her hardest to push down the smile that was threatening to take over her face. Daisuke always wore that hoodie in his free time, she recalled him wearing it multiple times during game night. She would always recall her enemies attire after being beaten at uno.

“...and I gave Captain the note,” You listed off, counting on your fingers as you went. 

“Thank you,” Anya replied, speaking your name softly. “And a pit stop to see Daisuke?” She couldn’t help herself, lightly teasing you.

Glancing down at the comfy hoodie you shook your head, “Nah, he just left this lying out and I took the opportunity. Finders keepers and all that.” 

Letting out a small chuckle, she smiled warmly at you, “Don’t let him catch you saying that.”

“Meh,” You shrugged. “He probably won’t even notice it’s missing. So, is there anything else you need me to do?”

“No,” Anya shook her head. “That’s all for now.”

…

You had forgotten you were wearing the hoodie until dinner happened. The night's meal was stew and you found yourself excited since you always loved a good soup. Not to mention with how cheap Pony Express was, it was hard to mess up soup. As everyone was dished out a portion, it was as calm as it could be until you heard someone splutter. Across from you sat Daisuke who was currently coughing loudly, a mix of broth and spit falling in front of you. You gave him a disgusted look, Swansea shaking his head and Anya handing you some napkins. Gosh, now you’re cleaning up other people's messes, you thought internally shaking your head. 

“Are you okay?” Anya asked, eyes looking a bit worried but also a tad amused.  “Y-yeah,” Daisuke stuttered slightly, eyes looking at anything but you. “Just went down the wrong pipe.”

“Kid can’t even eat properly,” Swansea muttered, causing you to snicker. 

“Probably not sweet enough,” You teased, eyes glinting with a knowing look. Once again, Daisuke felt himself coughing, face warming in a mix of fluster and embarrassment. Gosh, he knew you meant the whole sweetener packet fiasco, but his eyes betrayed his true thoughts as they fell onto your lips that were quirked up in an amused grin. 

He wasn’t stupid, he knew what the fluttery feeling in his heart was. They way he looked forward to your every interaction, daydreaming about you before falling asleep. That wasn’t normal, he never daydreamed about kissing his friends before. It didn’t help that you both grew exponentially closer, inside jokes becoming the norm and being by the other’s side nearly 24/7. Your teasing grin and side bumps made his nerves go alight, wishing you would do more than just brief touches.

He was crushing, and hard. He felt like he was in highschool all over again. Damn, was that the last time he had a crush?

“W-where’d you find my hoodie?” Daisuke couldn’t help but ask, struggling to both look away and make eye contact at the same time.  “You’re hoodie?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “It was just laying on the couch, for all I knew it was Anya’s.” You shrugged your shoulders ‘innocently’, knowing damn well that was a lie. 

Pouting, he muttered, “I really like that hoodie…”

“Damn,” You sighed, pretending to be upset. “I was kinda hoping to keep it. It’s so comfy.”

He crumbled instantly, “Okay.”

You blinked, genuinely surprised. You were just teasing him, you were fully planning on giving it back after dinner.

“What?” You asked, stupefied. 

“You can have it if you like it so much,” Daisuke clarified, acting unusually bashful. “It looks better on you anyways.”

It felt like your breath got knocked out of your lungs, heart picking up in speed as you tried to comprehend what just happened. You looked down to your bowl, your cheeks feeling weirdly warm, pulling the sleeves over your hands. The annoyed/knowing looks your crewmates sent your way wasn’t helping. You finally started to eat, your food having cooled during your little banter. One by one, the crew started to leave, chatting to each other here and there, until it was only you and Daisuke left at the table. Glancing up, you felt uncomfortably warm when your eyes made contact with Daisuke’s. Was he watching you the entire time? Why did your stomach feel like it was tying itself into knots? Why did you kind of like this weird feeling that made you all wobbly and shy? 

“What?” You asked, oddly defensive. This weird, gross, nice feeling was freaking you out and it showed in the edge of your voice. 

“S-sorry,” He muttered sheepishly, scratching his cheek. “Didn’t mean to stare. Just spacing out.”

“Hmm,” You hummed, eyeing him for a second before standing up to wash your bowl. “Y’know I was joking about keeping your hoodie, right?” You nearly jumped out of your skin when he appeared in your peripheral, tilting his head at your question.

Shrugging, he replied, “It’s cool. I was serious about what I said before. You can have it.”

“Isn’t this your favorite one?” You asked in disbelief. Drying your hands and turning to fully face him. 

“I mean, if you don’t want it I can take it back,” Daisuke muttered, sounding a bit disappointed. Why would he be disappointed in getting his favorite hoodie back? You didn’t want to dissect that thought too thoroughly, feeling those weird feelings curl inside of you. 

“Well…if you're offering,” You mumbled back, eyes straying from him. “No take backsies.”

Daisuke lit up, making you want to squeeze the living daylight out of him. Why was he so cute?! Who gave him the right? 

You found it hard to sleep again that night. Though, instead of thinking about your work, being on a floating ship through space, or missing your home world, you found yourself thinking about Daisuke. His stupid boyish smile, how he always managed to find a way to make you laugh, how he never failed to bring you out of your darkness like the shining ray of light he was. There was no way…you couldn’t…did you actually…?

You had a crush on Daisuke.

[tiredistic]

would it be totally crazy to request janis being a brat and regina getting mad so she gets spanked for it….

"Lesson"

pairing: Regina x Janis

content warning(s): Smut, d slur, mentions of substance, description of bruising,

summary: Janis being a brat and Regina Dealing with her.

a/n: It wouldn't be crazy in the slightest, I actually enjoyed writing this. and uhm warning its a tad long. There's some Oc work in there for the sake of the plot. Hope you enjoy!

It was late on a Saturday night, the night was hot and the party made it hotter. Bodies rubbing together as the loud music bumped through the frat house. Cups swinging as people drunk and high mindlessly danced around.

Janis was only here because Regina was here, but Regina wasn't anywhere to be seen, she attempted to look for her with no success.

So she stayed in the corner, watching her cup closely.

After a few minutes, Janis took a turn to observe the crowd. A mix of people dancing, yelling, drinking, doing drugs, it was all very meh.

Then Janis spotted the blonde, she was all the way across the room. She was talking awfully close to that one chick, Hayden Brenner.

Hayden was totally a cool girl, she played sports and her hair was always perfect. She was so smart and pretty.. but that wasn't the point.

Regina was getting all close, obviously showing interest, nodding along to everything Hayden said. It was infuriating, the way Regina was touching her shoulder, letting her hand linger before moving it.

Janis kept her eyes on them, not even blinking as the bright party lights shone brightly.

It didn't take too long before Regina noticed Janis staring at her through the crowd.

Janis was hoping she'd come to her senses and stop the foolishness, but she smirked at her continuing her conversation.

That really got to her.

Janis threw her drink down, rushing to the bathroom to calm herself. She locked herself in the small room, staring at herself in the mirror, running her hands under the cold water.

Fuck Hayden, if Regina was going to play it this way, so was she.

Janis found herself on the dance floor, perfectly in Regina's range of view.

It didn't take for her to start feeling the music, she danced very lively, swinging her hips, her ass swaying seductively which attracted those nasty frat boys perfectly.

The frat boys weren't going to make Regina jealous, she needed to up her game, and she knew just who to do it with.

Under the disco ball, there danced Ricky Williams. Her poofy brown hair coming from her hat, her bright teeth shining off of the lights, and her head bumping to the music.

She was perfect, Regina disliked Ricky anyway.

Janis sauntered over to her, and instantly the two started dancing together.

"Janis fucking Imi'ike, long time no see." She laughed, looking the girl up and down. "It's been so long since you've been at my party."

"It's been so long since you hosted one." Janis countered, she made sure to look extra flirty smiling extra bright, getting extra close.

They chatted for a bit longer, catching up, enjoying their time.

Janis was having so much fun, that she forgot all about her plan- the plan that was working fantastically.

Regina was pissed off. Her playful attitude towards Hayden turned into cold jabs at her. She stared daggers at Janis, dancing with that dyke Ricky.

She hated Ricky. Which sounds weird being that she was at Ricky's party. Regina being Regina, she was only here for her own benefit.

Regina's eyes followed Janis, watching her as she grinded on Ricky, as they danced in sync, the bass bumping encouraging them further.

It made Regina's blood boil, her face all red. She squeezed her cup so hard that her drink spilled over.

"Uh oh," Hayden laughed, "look at that random freak dancing on Ricky Brenner." She mocked, noticing why Regina was upset.

"That's not a random freak, that's my freak!" Regina sneered, "Hayden, I'm going to fuck you up if you don't stop laughing."

"Crazy how you can't even keep a social failure to yourself."

Regina gave Hayden the finger before pushing through the crowd making her way towards Janis.

Ricky noticed Regina coming, and she raised her hands in surrender, backing off of Janis.

"Hey Regina, glad you could join us." Ricky laughed as they stood eye to eye.

"Shut up Ricky."

"Hey Baby! What's up?" Janis played dumb, she had to bite back a laugh looking at steam practically come from Regina's ears.

"Don't fucking babe me." Regina grabbed Janis's wrist, pulling her away from everyone (Mostly to get away from Ricky) and upstairs to a private bedroom.

"Just what the fuck was that!?" Regina yelled, tossing Janis into a room locking the door behind them.

"No need to be dramatic Regina" Janis coughed, stumbling back into the room.

The bedroom was small, a twin bed pushed towards the wall. The rug was soft, and the windows were cracked open.

"Dramatic? You were dancing on that son of a bitch Brenner!"

"Well maybe if you weren't sweet talking Hayden all night you could have had me to yourself.." Janis mumbled, looking at the blonde.

"Oh my gosh. That's what this is about?" She ran her hands through her hair, "You got some fucking nerve, I was merely being polite to Hayden, while you were whoring all over Ricky!"

"Oh so now we're jealous? Maybe if you were paying more attention to your own girlfriend we wouldn't be standing here."

"Don't put this on me."

"Or what?"

"You think I'm not going to punish you for that?" Regina sat on the bed, her eyes not leaving Janis once.

"I was hoping you would.."

"Come. lay down." Regina commanded, her attitude still cold.

Janis followed Regina to the bed laying on top of the girl. Regina then pulled Janis's pants down just enough for her ass to being full view.

Without any warning, her hand came down on it like a lightning bolt, it was fast and hard. And holy shit did it hurt.

Janis moaned at contact, her skin turning bright red, marking exactly where Regina's hand hit.

"Little slut. You like this huh?" Regina spanked Janis again, her hand staying on her ass a little longer than before. She liked how the girl whined and moaned under her simple touch.

Then again and again, each hit harder than the last. Janis's ass reddened, the skin getting hot under Regina's touch. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

Her mouth pleaded for mercy, while she pushed her ass back, silently begging for more.

"Such a little whore. You'd do this for Ricky?"

"No, just for you Regina.."

"You say that, then I remember that look you gave me when you danced with her." Regina scoffed, slapping Janis once again.

"Please Regina.. I only did it for you."

"I find that hard to believe."

Regina's hand came down again, earning a yelp from the girl.

Regina felt herself get aroused at the sight, Janis whining and moaning in her lap, held at her mercy.

"Please Regina, i'll never do it again." She begged, she looked up at Regina but she was met with a devilish smile on her face.

"I think you deserve a few more, don't you think so- oh wait it doesn't matter what you think." Regina laughed, as she smacked her ass again and again.

"please- it hurts." Janis's body started to tremble, her hands reached down to stop Regina's hand,but Regina grabbed it, holding it still at her back.

"Keep them there." Regina asserted, as her hand came down again, noticing how Janis kept getting wetter and wetter she decided a few more before stopping.

"Please Regina- i'll be good I promise just stop." Janis cried out.

Regina paused, she smiled leaning down to whisper in Janis's ear.

"Come."

"Fuckkkk!" Janis let out a long loud moan, her body shaking as she came. Her tears spilling as her mind dazed.

"Good girl."

Regina carefully pulled Janis's panties up followed by her pants, watching to make sure the bruise wasn't rubbed the wrong way.

She picked the girl up, a whine leaving the girl. Regina admired her work all over Janis's face, the blush all the way to the tears.

"Lets go back to my house, I can fix you up there alright?" Regina smiled, Janis nodded.

Regina made her way out the back, where her car was. She laid Janis down on her side, in the back so it wasn't so un-comfy.

When they got to Regina's house, Janis was already knocked out. Regina got them into the house and to her room, she cleaned Janis up and changed her clothes using some extra Janis had from her closet. An hour later they went to bed, tired from their busy night.

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

My top Russian Tv-Shows

Despite this being mainly a mandarinblr, I still try to practise my other languages so here are some of the most interesting tv-shows in russian for my fellow russian-learners and speakers and anyone interested.

Kitchen - Кухня This show has several spin-offs including Hotel Eleon and Grand which I will not mention as by the end of the last spin-off there are literally no characters from the original cast and the plot slightly goes of the rails. The actual show is set a french restaurant in Moscow where Max Lavrov, who just finished his military service decided to work at. The show follows the various challenges that Max faces at his new workplace, including the foul-tempered but very talented Chef Viktor Barinov who has a drinking problem and other interesting characters. It's quite funny and heart-warming, and it's a must-watch imo.

Youth - Молодёжка A pretty standard sports series tv plot. The hockey-team "Bears" are a meh team at best, but that all changes when a former National Hockey League player turned coach shows up to make a proper team out of them. I only watched the first season because after that the plot got a tad boring for me, but as far as sports series go, pretty good.

Law of the Lawless (Not the 1964 film!) - Бригада A cult-classic staple of only 15 episodes. The plot is a bit over the place at the beginning, as opening episodes sequence is a flashback to the start of the final episode but after that it's chronological, with the first episode w english subtitles here. 4 best friends start out as youths from early 1990s to 2000s, with one returning home after finishing his army service with plans for uni and the others just starting their lives. However, the Perestroika had significantly changed their lives, so eventually the gang turns from racketeering and petty crime to slowly becoming the mafia. The opening theme is worth watching alone, but then again I'm biased.

How I became Russian - Как я стал русским This comedy show is quite dear to me, as it follows an American journalist with russian and slavic roots navigating life and work in Russia as he works on a story about life in Russia for a major newspaper back home. He's back in his homeland but as a foreigner who finds his heritage utterly confusing. This series resonates with me, as despite having a good grasp of my cultures languages and customs, I still feel disconnected from my heritage at times, and this show has been a reassuring reminder that not being 100% attuned with your heritage is okay, and that there are many different ways of re-connecting with your culture.

Closed school - Закрытая Школа I was slightly tramuatized by this show when I first watched it 4ish years ago, in part due to how unhinged and off the rails the plot slowly but surely becomes. A descent into madness. Andrei and his sister are sent to study at the Logos boarding school, but are then informed that their parents have perished. Andrei doesn't believe this, so he sets off to investigate with his new friends and investigate he does. There are also some other background shenanigans going on, but the unraveling of the schools mystery remains the main interest, including its odd passageways and deeply disturbing history. As a thriller series, it honestly deserves that title.

Here are some shows that came out more recently that I think deserve a mention.

The Boy's Word: Blood on the Asphalt- Слова пацана кровь на осфальте I've only seen a few episodes out of the 8, but it's very Brigada-esque so far. During the mid-late 1980s when Perestroika is going on and the USSR is soon to be no more, 14 year old Andrei is trying to survive as he's constantly bullied at school and by gang-members. He makes friends with one of said gang members Marat, as he slowly descends into the world of street life. I'll finish watching this series sometime probably.

The new guy - Новенький 16-year old Max moves from his glamorous life in Moscow to a small-town Yurovsk due to his parents constant arguing, where he immediately doesn't get along with his clasmmates who think him stuck-up and start bullying him. One day Max goes missing and his classmates are the obvious suspects, as slowly but surely secrets start to emerge revealing everyone's lies. A pretty good suspense/thriller show, which covers the topics of bullying, coming of age and what it means to be an adult pretty well, despite the 4th and final season being kind of lackluster.

Central Russia's Vampires - Вампиры средней полосы Where to even begin with this show. I don't know whether I should introduce the trailer or the opening theme song mv. Basically the life of a small and unconventional vampire family living in Smolensk, presumably in central Russia, who get disturbed when bodies with distinct bite marks are found nearby. This results in the Guardians (aka the guys keeping vampires a secret and ensuring that no one acts out) taking over and investigating with the vampire leader Svyatoslav Vernidubovich given a week to find and punish the culprit. My odd plot description aside, the cast is why I adore this show. The recently turned Gen-Z wannabe blogger Zhenyok, the thousand year old grandpa Svyatoslav, the constantly annoyed Dr. Zhan Ivanovich (who is actually french and decided to hang around after Napoleon was defeated) and his ex-wife The Countess who honestly should have a spin-off show and many more characters.

Doomsday - Конец Света Satan decides to come back to Earth and start the apocalypse, for which he needs his son Dimyan who should become the Antichrist but to his dismay, Dimyan doesn't really care about world domination and money, he just wants to get married to his fiancee Galya and live happily ever after. Chaos ensues as satan tries to persuade Dimyan to join him, whilst Angel vs Demon shenanigans occur in the background. I honestly had no idea that this type of show could even be produced due to the censors and yet it was. It's kind of slightly similar to Good Omens with all the apocalypse stuff and the Angels and Demons eventually teaming up? Good Omens adjacent. Except more gritty with much darker humour. The actor who plays satan is Yuri Kolokolnikov who actually starred in game of thrones so if you're a fan of his acting, do try this show.

Alisa can't wait - Алиса не может ждать Alisa is a 15-16 (don't remember her exact age) year old girl who is going blind and she decides to do something really drastic to ensure that her life will be comfortable after she loses all sight. There's a noticeable build-up to what she's actually planning during the episodes, as her homelife is less than ideal, with her older sister stuck in an unhappy marriage and a turbulent relationship with her parents. This is one of the few shows that really left a deep impression on me but it deals with some very sensitive and potentially upsetting topics so be aware if you're giving it a go.

This list may be updated in the future, so if there are any other shows that I may have missed do share them!

[tobybestupid]

nsfw alphabet thing is so hot, can I ask for one with Tommy or Vince? :3

Omg yes ofc!

Vince Neil nsfw alphabet!

TW: smut smut smutty smut, mentions public sex, mentions high drunk sex, masterbation, bodily fluids, mention small death,

A = Aftercare

I feel like he'd be a little lazy at it, clean you off depending on his mood.

B = Body part

His favorite part of you is your chest, mostly cause he can cum on there easily. And your face, loves watching the faces you make as he pounds into you :3

C = cum

He loves to cum on your chest as before said, and on your face. Anywhere really works for him though!!

D = Dirty secret

Wants to rail you in the studio, and most definitely wants somebody to walk in on you two.

E = Experience

Meh, kinda. Doesn't treat you like a groupie or anything so that's good!

F = Favorite position

Doggystyle, or mating press, all time favorite of his though is cowgirl. Likes watching your face as he goes to pound town on you :P

G = Goofy

Serious about pleasing you, which he does...in a non serious way. He's just a silly dumb blonde :3

H = Hair

He's not groomed too well, I mean he likes to keep his hair short. He does however have a small happy trail.

I = Intimacy

He's rather rough with you, but if you want him to be gentle he will. If he's drunk/high, he probably won't be able to manage how rough he's going.

J = Jack off

He whacks off quite frequently, well...when he's not with you. He likes you to jack him off, he loves it so much.

K = Kink

(realistically he probably has a piss kink...that's besides the point!!) Ngl, he probably has a humiliation kink, likes to humiliate you :3

L = Location

He likes to rail you practically anywhere, but the bedroom is his favorite place, most comfortable!

M = Motivation

You talking to him dirty, loves it. Gets him hard, oh a miniskirts!? God, falls for them, would be on his knees.

N = No

Will not do any stuff to do with other disgusting bodily fluids, also won't hurt you...too badly. (Jk)

O = oral

He loves receiving, but prefers giving. He loves watching you tug at his hair and moan his name. Loves it, it's his favorite thing.

P = Pace

If he could go forever, he would. But he can't, so he'll only go for about 3-4 rounds, if he can. He is also rather rough with you.

Q = Quickie

He likes quickies before shoes, never in general.

R = Risk

He loves risking it, if he could fuck you in Nikki's bed, he would. (And make Nikki watch.)

S = Stamina

He can go about 3-4 rounds, can't go super rough for only about 2 rounds, gas to slow down after that.

T = Toys

Used to have a Fleshlight...why have that when he now has you? :0

U = Unfair

Teases you so much, but hates when you tease him, becomes super whiny.

V = Volume

He's a whiner when submissive and whimpers, when dominant he groans loudly and whimpers.

W = wildcard

Wants to have a kid with you, he's just scared bc of what happened with Skyler (r.i.p Skyler.)

X = X-ray

Alright let's see what he's got going on. He's got a rather thick cock, maybe 5 inches long though. He's not too hairy, just a small happy trail. Oh and he's got a pretty veiny cock, and the tip is a little darker than the rest. Drapes match the carpets, just a tad bit darker.

Y = Yearning

He can last a little, 3-4 rounds.

Z = Zzz

He does fall asleep pretty quick, but cleans you off quickly.

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[wuxiaphoenix]

On Writing: Upcycling

I don’t know if this holds for every writer. But for me and no few I’ve traded emails with, our brains and accumulated libraries of books/notes/articles/stray neat things off Tumblr is a vast collection of “it could come in handy someday.”

This holds for less-than-great movies and TV shows, too. See something you think is kind of meh, but there’s a character, setting, or worldbuilding aspect you like? Write it down. Toss the note into your collection of ideas. Maybe let it marinate a bit. Then take it out, check that you can file the serial numbers off and make that bit original, and see if it slots in as a neat piece of an Idea.

Note, a piece; not the whole thing. If you want to rewrite The Acolyte so that Jedi Master Sol gets out alive and with his morals intact, instead of that... confused mess of characterization shift between the first eps and the last that reviews say happened-

If you want to, go to; but that will be fanfic. (Nothing wrong with good fanfic!)

If, however, you like the idea of a Korean space wizard traveling the galaxy and getting mixed up in a murder investigation... that could very well be original, and vastly entertaining. A wuxia wizard and a cop; together, They Fight Crime!

Ahem.

(Am I a smidge grumpy that this was the premise the Acolyte advertised, and then neglected completely? Yes, yes I am. I also predicted that takeoff of The Fugitive scene minutes before Roommate showed me the relevant review clip. I predicted, in fact, no less than three bad Plot Twists in the review that way. I may have made my roommate a tad nervous. So yes. A smidge. Or more.)

Picking up snips of ideas can be particularly helpful if, like me, your ability to visualize people is... ahem, not your strong point. Seriously, change your hat and I probably won’t recognize you the next time we meet. Faces don’t stick in my head. So giving a character a physical appearance can be daunting. I mean, they have... two arms and a head? Hair? Human-ish shape?

But as the internet saying goes, if you can’t make it yourself, sometimes store-bought is just fine. So I look at actors. Anime characters. Comic books and manga. “Does X look like the kind of person in my head?” And then, yes, alter some details. You don’t want a copy. Just a general model. And since writing is a verbal media instead of visual, that should work out fine. Your readers are going to picture their own versions of your character anyway, even if you do get lucky with your cover.

Also note, watching people in motion can really help with action scenes. I’ll take all the help with those I can get!

So never let anybody diss the, ahem, less than perfect stuff you watch or read. If you like it, there’s something good in it. Make a note.

It could come in handy someday....

Unrelated side note. If you used to love lemon meringue pie but turned up allergic to eggs, search for this recipe: Sweet & Tart Egg Free Lemon Bars, by Safely Delish. (It’s been a few years since I got the printout, so searching for the link is probably best.) This recipe is not only egg-free, it works with GF flour! Though the crust is a tad crumbly. Sometime I’m going to do some experimenting to see if I can fix that....

[starshapedpetals]

new merch line. you know the drill

first of all, i don’t hate this line. I think most of the boys are drawn pretty well. but what a strange concept? the diaboys.. as priests? “dark” anti christ priests but still.. strange? it’s unique at least?

my only real complaint with ayato is how his mouth looks weird. c’mon he’s a vampire, show me the fangs. c’mon let him do the iconic bite the glove thing. it actually frustrates me how they missed that opportunity 😭 overall, he looks fine to me. there’s no detail i’m particularly drooling over. except for this one very specific detail that has me drooling over the triplets. & it’s the… halo?? like look at the triplets next to each other. ayato in the middle with his brothers on the side. i LOVE the way they’re turned with him in the middle 😫 on that note, i hate how shuu is at the end. if they just swapped subaru & shuu’s placements, we could’ve kept up with the turn thing the triplets + reiji were doing. 

kanato looks a bit off, right? is it just me or are his eyebags less dark..? idk but he looks a bit off, to me at least. also.. is that teddy? kanato has been seen with more bears in the recent merch lines, but this one kinda looks like teddy.. except he’s so dark brown?? anyways, as off as he looks to me, i still really like him. he’s grown on me the more i look at him, i think he looks pretty, & i like the pose. also kanato with earring <3

shuu’s face is very very pretty, despite that there’s nothing really that interesting about his design to me. now he doesn’t look bad at all, just a tad boring in my opinion. other then that i’m crazy about how pretty they drew his face & hair <3

why is reiji so hot rn?? the face, the pose, the chained glasses, the ascot, my god reiji pull it back sir you are a priest. i originally thought his hair looked a little flat but i think that might’ve just been me. anyways, i love him so much <3

kou is so cute looking!! i think his priest getup looks so nice & pretty on him! i’m also a bit pink & black biased, but aside from that, i really do like him. i’m very pleased with this kou. he looks cute to me <3 i like his pose too <3

azusa so pretty like when does he not look ethereal? & yknow how much i love azusa with wings <3 i love how his wings have bandages on them. it’s so azusa. i don’t really like the design of the knife but oh well he still looks pretty

carla looks alright :/ i’m a bit disappointed tbh. I always love the black ribbon in his hair, but it’s just meh here. of course i love seeing it, but not my favorite appearance of it 😔 i really don’t like the weird wind blowing thing that’s going on with him. especially with this video quality, some of his details look bad to me. like that specific strand of hair blown too close to his mouth. looks fine in higher quality, & up close, but at quick glance.. not so much. i also just don’t love the angle. it could’ve been better (imo) but he’s fine overall

KINO IS JUST GIVING IN THAT POSE. he’s got the most unique pose so he stands out the most. i’m also a fan of how his color complements the black. he just looks so fucking pretty to me & i just love his tongue sticking out. he’s one of my favorite looks tbh i just love him

notes since photo limit & don’t have much to say abt them;

i’m living for laito in that shade of green 😫 i think his hair & face look so pretty here. i wish i had more to say since i really do like how he looks here. also, i cannot stop thinking about that church scene 😭

subaru’s pose feels familiar? like not from DL but maybe it’s inspired by a religious figure?? it’s been days & I still can’t figure it out? he’s alright. his hair is a bit too flat looking for me. i like how the hints of red on his outfit look

i’m so sorry ruki fans but i personally really don’t care for this design. he’s giving a little too much priest for me 😭 pls don’t crucify me

i’m a really big fan of the way yuma’s clothes hug his figure. it’s so so pretty. nothing else in particular catches my fancy sadly.

i’m sorry but i really don’t like how thick shin’s eyepatch is? i feel like they’ve done this before & i really don’t like it. other then that he’s fine? nothing too wow in my opinion but not horrible looking

[heejayy]

Here’s my take on Hierarchy that no one asked for 😁 (spoilers below)

Overall this show was meh, it’s not as horrible as people tried to make it out to be. Was it boring? Yes, but for some reason I couldn’t stop watching. They focused too much on the pregnancy thing tho like ok? A teen got pregnant whoopty doo that happens like ALL THE TIME. Plus their families are filthy rich they could make that easily disappear let’s maybe focus on pfft idk the boy that got murdered?! The show progressed so slowly I give it a 4/10.

The 4 idiots

They were horrible friends to each other thats it just horrible.

Especially Hera she envied Jaei so bad, I don’t understand why? They were both rich, pretty and in the same friend group.

Then in the end she made Woojin pick between them and her

Kang Ha

His character was ok he’s one of my favorites

Felt horrible for what happened to his brother I wish he told him what was going on 🥲

I secretly hope he’s rich! Like he’s a little confident with playing in these wealthy people faces not to have some sort of back up plan.

He’s a cutie tho, and I hope he gets his revenge! I’m rooting for him 😝

Yun Hera

Certified hater for NO REASON 💀

Failed man stealer…like girl why you all up on your so called ‘childhood bestie’ man? He clearly didn’t want you

Needs to learn self respect 😬

Started to hate her a slightly less after she bitch slapped Jaei’s brother for the video he took. Glad she didn’t take it and use it against her.

Boring character but kinda entertaining to watch

Had a good giggle when her family went broke, and she still didn’t learn her lesson after that

Kim Rian

His character was useless…like this dude was beyond BORING

So emotionless, you’re suppose to be upset your girl isn’t talking to you but instead he looked like he never wanted to be there

He even looked bored while fist fighting Kang Ha lol

I will say he was a real one. I mean this man did not let up on Jaei! Even when she told him she never loved him, broke up with him and got with another dude in his FACE. He was still obsessed.

Also him and his little group of ‘Mean Boys’ were annoying.

Jung Jaei

Don’t have much to say about her

She’s another emotionless character…

I felt bad for her during the beginning but as the show progressed I stopped liking her just a tad.

But I do give her props for helping Hera out after her family went bankrupt because if that was me I wouldn’t have 😭 she went after her man and tried to ruin her image. Like girl fuck you

Also idky why she didn’t beat the breaks off her brother because I would’ve. He’s a little conniving little bastard 😒 and a pervert like ew! You filmed your sister having s3x and shared it. I’m not too well versed on the rules in South K. but that definitely is distribution of child p0rn.

Lee woojin

Babes UR A VICTIM

also my favorite character! And ridiculously fine! 😭

One of the few who’s acting was enjoyable to watch

Didn’t like him at first but he definitely grew on me. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips (not in a weird way) but they’re so plump! What lip plumper does he use?! I need it!

But getting back on track that teacher x underage student relationship threw me off like ew I hate seeing that trope in media it gives me the ick.

I’m glad he broke up with that teacher

But his character leaves me with a bitter feeling because he covered for that predator who offed Kang Ha’s brother 😑

Ms. Han

PREDATOR!

I hate her! She offed a high school student because he accidentally found out about her affair…how sick and twisted can you be? That means you knew it was inappropriate

I worry for people who find underage kids attractive, get someone your own age!

Needs to be in prison IMMEDIATELY!!

[idontplaytrack]

Since We’re Alone

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: angst, fluff. coarse language, quarrelling

In which Lilette lets her anxiety get the best of her and she starts drifting away from the reader

You’ve just left Lilette your third voicemail in two hours. You still don’t know where she is and she wasn’t responding. And right when you were about to dial her number, she walks into the dorm. “Where the hell have you been? I get that you’re upset, but to just run off like that? Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

“I’m sorry.” She answered softly, heading for the shower. You wanted to stop her, but eventually just let her go ahead. You sat back down on the couch to wait. She does this sometimes…gets so upset with whatever thing and just leaves without a word. Lilette always keeps things to herself and it was as a result, so difficult to get her to open up to you so far.

Twenty minutes later, she was back outside. “You ready to talk?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, y/n.” Lilette sighs.

“Tell me what’s bothering you. You always keep everything to yourself, baby.”

“I don’t want to dump my problems on you, y/n.” She answers, voice quivering.

“Lilette, you could never be bothering me. I made a promise to always be here for you, listen to you no matter what it is. I don’t care what the problem is, talk to me. Let me share the problem with you. I want to help you.”

“I…don’t know what it is.” She snivelled, “I just woke up today and immediately felt so anxious. I don’t even know what triggered it. I feel giddy and my chest feels so constricted I can’t breathe.”

“Can I give you a hug, babe?” You asked softly.

Lilette agrees, you scooted closer to her and wrapped your arms around her. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re alright, I’m right here with you. Close your eyes and breathe with me, okay?”

You led her through a handful of deep breaths while her eyes were closed and her head rested on your chest. Lilette held onto your hands, fiddling with your fingers in the meantime. “Do you want me to put on your favourite show, honey?” You ask. “Okay.” She says, blinking furiously to get rid of the forming tears. “Okay.” You pressed a kiss to the side of her head and grabbed the TV remote, turning it on and flipping to that one specific channel.

“Thank you.” Amber smiled lightly looking up at you for a second. “Of course, baby. Don’t mention it.” You stroked her hair, focusing back on the TV screen.

————

“What do you feel like having for lunch?” You ask her awhile later.

“Nothing complicated, I guess. I still feel pretty- meh.” Lilette shrugs, sitting down at the kitchen island.

“How about a grilled cheese and some soup?” You suggested one of her favourite ‘safe meals’ that you noticed she likes to have on days where she’s just isn’t in a good mood or place mentally.

“Sure.” Lilette agrees, resting her chin on folded arms.

“Tomato soup or mushroom?”

“Mushroom.” She decided.

“Okay, baby.”

The rest of the time, she just sat there quietly waiting for you to be done making her food. She always loved having peace on days like these, so you didn’t talk unless needed - or when she was the one who started the conversation.

You ladled the soup into a bowl then put that and the plate with the grilled cheese, in front of her, “Here you go, babe.”

She gives you a little smile, “Thanks.”

“I’m gonna go tidy up the place for a bit, okay? If you need anything just call for me.”

“Okay.” She nodded, you pressed a kiss to her cheek then you were off to clean. When you returned to the kitchen, Amber was just done so you helped her wash that up. “I can-”

“No, it’s okay, honey. Just take it easy for now, ‘kay? I got it- I’m done anyway.”

“Alright.” Lilette purses her lips together, smiling just a tad, “Thank you. I’m gonna go change out of this shirt- I got some soup on it.”

“Okay, no problem. We’ll fix a puzzle together after, yeah?”

“Oh, okay.” Her face lit up as she nodded her head in agreement. With that, she was headed for your shared bedroom to change out of her stained t-shirt. When she returned to your side, Lilette was wearing one of your sweaters.

“Aw, I love that on you.” You pulled her down to sit on your lap.

“You don’t have to-”

“Don’t fight me on this. Let me have it.” You chuckled, pressing a kiss onto her shoulder blade. She chuckles- to your relief, “Alright.”

“Puzzle time.” You grabbed the box and tore the plastic wrap open, “I got us a new one.”

“Oh, it’s so cute, baby.” Lilette remarked, then kisses you on your lips.

“Oh-” You were a little shocked by her showing affection like this- she typically doesn’t kiss you, “Since when do you kiss me on the lips?”

“Since we’re alone.” She shrugs, a cheeky smile crept onto her face. Right…your roommates were all out partying on this Friday evening. And the two of you were alone. “Man, it’s so quiet without Caroline and Sam yapping all hours of the day.”

“I know, right?” Lilette bites back a grin.

“I’m not looking forward to looking after two drunk roommates later.” You pointed out, “But…until then. Let’s just enjoy the peace and quiet. How’re you feeling?”

“A little better, I guess? Now that I have something to focus on than my breathing. Or my thoughts.” She scoffs.

You squeezed her hand, picking out a piece from the pile of pieces on the coffee table. She leans her head onto your shoulder for a moment, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

[somerandomcryptid]

More Dreaming of death lore!

Cryptid looking a bit different huh?

Yeah so basically during the confrontation between Wren and Dream(and Punz) Cryptid panickedly accepted XD's boon that he's been offering so that they can hopefully just stop Wren from murdering Dream and Punz, or at least causing them great physical harm

And well XD's boon sort of..... like a sentient vessel for XD's power in a way? Like idk how to describe it but their probably just a bit under demigod power level, but they also don't fucking know what they're doing, and it is XD's power, he allows(sometimes makes) them channel it, it's very much under his control, he can turn it off or on as he likes

But it also smpifies Cryptid, making them into a deer hybrid :)

I actually made a reference sheet for them in this form

And I honestly don't know why, it's not like anyone else has a reference sheet

But ehhhh it looks cool so we ball

If you couldn't tell they are a white tailed deer fawn and yes I know the spots aren't really on the ears but it looks cool so fuck it, also it's not like we'te going to see their back very often and and I wanted a spotted baby so meh

Call it artistic liberties or something like that

Oh also, their antlers grow more pointy if they're channeling XD's power

And their personality changes a bit after the boon/contract thingy, especially when they are channeling XD's power

They're a bit more reserved after, and when using XD's power they almost slightly mirror him, becoming a tad more chaotic and sadistic, just a bit more though :) they usually keep the little bit of sadistic glee to themselves

But uhhh yeah after making sure no one dies (more than once, Punz dies, it's fine he gets revived by Dream and shit, and then immediately kicked in the face again because Wren is still fucking pissed at them both, Dream definately... well uh... he doesn't come out unscathed definitely, but he doesn't die at all so that's a plus) but yeah anyway after the whole confrontation Cryptid's just like: "ok XD, take your power back and shit, I absolutely don't want to be like.. idk whatever the fuck I am to you now"

XD: "yeah no lol, you work for me now and shit"

Cryptid: "Dude what the fuck I didn't agree to that!"

XD: *pulls out the contract they made* "Ya actually did :) anywayyyyy can you fix that giant crack in the earth you made?"

Cryptid: "bro idfk how to use the power you gave me"

XD: "Not my problem, anyway byeeeee" *just fucking leaves*

So yeah basically Cryptid just wants to get back to normal and XD just doesn't allow them, he doesn't like own their soul or anything like that, but they did kinda make a deal agreeing to use his powers in the way he wants them to, which left a major loophole of he can literally make them use his power to go do shit for him ooops

He doesn't actually ask that much of them though, he just likes to see them suffer as they desperately try to figure how to sever a deal with a god

I think that's about if for now though :)

(Dreaming of death is an au of the fic Penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner)

[palequeeeeen]

I wrote some SFW V x Lizzy fanfic because its June and I wanted to. Might be kinda cringe tho. I wrote it in two parts, so it could be a tad clunky, but I have more fanfic of other ships if anyone wants it.

Lizzy tiredly opened the door to her very pink room in her apartment. She stumbled her way to her bed, and flopped lazily upon it. She groaned, and was very willing to go into sleep mode right then and there, when she heard a deep scratch on her window.

Lizzy lifted her head tiredly, and found V on the inside of her window, rather than the outside.

"I don't think I let you in, Missy," Lizzy sighed at V.

V plopped down on the bed right next to her, "Meh. I just 'asked' the door guard to let me in, crawled through the vents, and hid under your bed."

Lizzy sighed and rolled onto her back, further in the bed, “Well, you’re just the perfect end to my day, aren’t you?”

“Oh? Something got your bolts in a twist?” V asked, rolling herself onto her stomach and lining up parallel with Lizzy.

“Kids at school are being useless, as always. They just got me tired out today,” Lizzy stated, throwing her arm over her eyes.

V looked at Lizzy for a moment, before asking her, “I could kill all of them if they were such an inconvenience.”

“Nah, it’d be more trouble than it’s worth.”

The pair sat in silence for a few minutes, Lizzy almost falling asleep.

Suddenly, V moved herself to the head of Lizzy’s bed, and laid herself against the pillows.

“Don’t you need to get some beauty sleep?” V asked, putting one hand behind her head and patting the other hand on the bed next to her.

Lizzy rolled over and looked at V with an unamused expression on her face.

V sighed, and wrapped her tail around Lizzy, pulling her up to her side.

V laid Lizzy’s head on her torso and  wrapped her arm around her, clearly intending to sleep next to her.

Lizzy couldn’t properly process what had happened for a moment, but the first thing she registered again was that V was very, very warm, the second was that she was now very cozy and comfortable, the third was just where her head was, and the fourth was that she was probably going to fall asleep like this and not complain.

V turned the light by the bed off, leaving the dim string lights as the only thing illuminating the room, aside from themselves.

They were both asleep within moments.

A few days later, V was… anxious? Worried? No, just impatient. It wasn’t any deeper than that.

Lizzy was late. 10 minutes and 32 seconds late, to be precise. But, V didn’t expect anything less than that, did she?...V paced around the outside door of the colony, definitely not working off any definitely not nervous energy.

The door began to open, and V ducked behind the closest snowbank, not wanting to be seen if someone other than Lizzy was at the door.

“See you later, dude!” Lizzy (thankfully) called to the doorman as she stepped outside. V calmed herself down before jumping out of her hiding place.

“You’re later than normal,” V taunted, pulling out her claws to artificially scratch between her teeth.

“Ugh. I got held up because people were asking stupid questions. I got away from them, thankfully,” Lizzy explained, starting to walk away from the door, “What was it you wanted to talk about again?”

V hesitated. Should she really do this?

“W-well, I wanted to ask you an… awkward… question,” V started, still hesitating.

Lizzy eyed her suspiciously, “Is this about what happened a few days ago? With you sneaking into my room and all that?”

“Y-yeah… it’s about that…” V stopped by a snowdrift.

V groaned, and fell backward into the snowbank, covering her eyes with her hands.

Lizzy fell back into the snowbank with her, “You cringing that bad, eh?”

V sighed, “...I’m not normally that forward. I wasn’t that forward with my first gf. I… did not intend to make you feel awkward, if that’s what happened.”

Lizzy chuckled at her, “Are you serious? That was literally the most restful amount of sleep I’ve ever had.”

“So… you’re not mad?”

“I’m just waiting for you to ask me to be your girlfriend at this point.”

V sat up faster than Lizzy could blink, “Woah woah woah! I-I don’t even know if you like girls or not! I’m not just gonna ask that out of the blue!”

“V, I dated Doll for a year before she decided to pull that prom stunt. I’m not straight.”

V turned to Lizzy, gaining a shy look on her face, “So… are you… willing?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend,” Lizzy sighed with a small laugh.

V couldn’t hold it in anymore. She dove back into the snowbank and wrapped herself around Lizzy.

“Clingy much?” Lizzy asked, attempting to push V off of her, to little avail. V only hugged her tighter.

“You know the sun’s going to come up soon, right?” Lizzy asked.

“...Yeah… Do you have school tomorrow?” V asked right back.

“No, it’s Saturday.”

“...Do you wanna hang out?”

“Can we do this in the colony? You know, indoors?”

V (mostly) unwrapped herself from Lizzy, “...Can I walk with you to the door?”

“Obviously. Are you asking me to hold your hand?”

“...Maybe.”

Lizzy sighed, “Yeah, I’ll hold your hand. You gotta not be this clingy all the time, though.”

V dragged both of them out of the snow bank and onto their feet, “I’ll reduce the clinginess before bed and in the mornings!”

Lizzy grabbed V’s hand, “I assume that’s your minimum?”

“Yep!”

“...I can tolerate that.”

The pair walked off to the colony again, laughing lightheartedly.

[tokuteasings]

Entwined

Unfortunately, I am here to stay in the Kyuranger hole. It’s still a meh series but listen after I read these headcanons by @toku-imagines about his stupid lil tail...I had to write. I had to fucking write.

Warnings: I suppose this can be seen as either romantic or platonic? Haven’t figured that out yet

‘He’s doing it again,’ came your inward little murmur. 

It’s in the corner of your eye and you cannot miss it, not how it darts back and forth, to and fro, crafting unsure arcs within the air - a comet that never reaches its destination and never finds its home. Inwardly you wonder and ponder, why was he acting like this?

Stinger never spoke often about his past, his home, his family, his people. There was always this painstakingly obvious welts within his eyes that threaten to spill or explode within his ducts. They would backfire and he would clam up. Sometimes he speaks fondly of his people and those are the days you see these twinkling little dribbles of acid from his eyes; of longing, of sorrow, of a home he can only visit within his dreams. 

This had something to do with it, you just knew.

How to approach it, however, was a different story altogether. 

“Hey Stinger?” you call out to him one hour within the Orion, and he glances up from his tablet, his tail darting quickly under the safety of his jacket, hidden away like the rest of his emotions - locked, key carelessly tossed into the void.

“Yes?” he glances up at you, brows furrowed and his ears tinged the lightest of cosmic pinks. He isn’t truly looking into your eyes, past your gaze and into the wall beside you. “What is it?”

The vacuum of silent space steals the air from your lungs, tongue drying up and voice box pierced by the same point of a scorpion’s tail. But there is no turning back now.

“Why does your tail tend to move whenever I’m around you?”

Stinger pauses, his cheeks slowly blooming with an unlucky red. You see movement under the leather, and then a familiar belt-like structure around his waist; burnt orange and tight, not restricting his flow of air but a secure sensation against his stomach. He’s almost inwardly shrinking upon himself, with fear and sheepishness encased upon his normally emotionless face.

Oh, oh no.  What did you do?

“I-I’m sorry if I offended you or anything, Stinger, I swear, I’m not mad at you or anything.” you wave your hands around rapidly, terrified by the prospect of offending the alien and the panic began to fully settle into your chest as he flinches away from you, further downcasting his eyes. “I-I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I just wanted to ask because you looked troubled...”

The silence is deafening, further thudding in imaginary agony within your eardrums. 

“I...” slowly he squeezes his tail a tad bit tighter around his form, a hug, an embrace. You swear you could see the stinger itself quiver. “I am comfortable around you.” he starts off with these almost quiet words, barely heard above the roaring desert storms. “Amongst my people, when we become comfortable with someone, we wish to wrap our tails around them.” as he speaks, the orange mass slowly uncoils from his waist, hanging loosely at his side. “Where it wraps around, signifies their closeness to us. Wrapping tail around tail is meant for family or intimate partners. Around the waist is similar to a hug and can be used between comrades. Tails around hands is similar to that gesture.”

You fall silent, sitting in the chair across from him, “So...the reason why you’ve been doing that with your tail is...”

Stinger doesn’t look up at you, glaring and boring holes further into the telson. You watch as his cheeks slowly brighten. “I...am comfortable around you, and on instinct...I wanted...” the final words doesn’t leave his lips, letting silence reign and poison his lungs once more.

“That explains a lot...” you whisper out after beats of emptiness, smiling softly before holding out your hand to him, watching as his eyes widen and glance between you and your palm. You only smile the gentlest of smiles, your palm upturned and a lazy sort of gesture. You can always retract it, but you can see his tail rise just slightly. “I would be honored to.”

“Are you not scared?” he points the tip of his tail right at you, never coming too close to prick skin but merely similar to pointing a finger. “I could poison you.” “Never.” you answer back without as much as a pass of heartbeats. “I trust you, Stinger.”

There is a flash of hesitation in his eyes but slowly, his tail slinks and slithers towards you, wrapping around the palm of your hand first in a loose embrace. It’s warmth, a bracelet decorating your skin as it slowly coils and curls around your wrist. The needle is always pointed downwards, far far away from any sort of veins that could possibly be pricked. 

You could see his shoulders sag yet tense, and you merely inwardly smile. Your thumb reaches out to gently rub at the flesh, watching him jump lightly. “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean-” “It’s fine...” Stinger murmurs but the grip tightens just a bit more, never enough to constrict blood flow but enough to feel secure and safe and comfortable; a glove upon your arm. “It felt nice...”

You grin gently, further letting your thumb run over each and every segment of his tail and watching his shoulders seep and tension ebb and flow into the ether.

“Thank you.” “Huh?” You look up at him, watching as his face becomes even redder...which you never thought was possible. “For what?” “...For being patient.” 

You only chuckle, “You’re welcome. I like this. It feels nice.” you pause as you feel the touch slacken just a bit, almost like he was retracting himself. “You can do this more often, Stinger, I won’t mind.”

He perks up, even though he keeps his face neutral, betraying the thud of his heart. “Are...you sure?” “Positive.” 

The grip tightens once more, and a rare yet tender smile crosses his lips, a curve so elegant and free. “Then I will. Thank you.” a burden slides away from his shoulders, and he merely lets his tail rest against your hand, leaning back into his own chair and returning to glancing down at his tablet.  You could get used to this, honestly, seeing the sweet little grin to his lips as his tail is wrapped around your arm...

[roseunspindle]

Alas and Woe is me

I get to likely be mostly mute for the next 3-4ish months. I had noticed one of my molars (it has a filling) becoming a little achy at times. So I was like...oh joy yet another dentist visit to plan for.

Then the cold snap hit and it went from "kinda achy" to "being stabbed with ice picks in all nerves and it's pinging off of every other nerve on that side of my mouth, making them hurt just like that too in sympathy and down my neck."

Sooo....yeah, make a very quick appointment to dentist. They can only x-ray it at present to see what's up but at least I'll know.

X-ray says I have a teeny-tiny little crack/chip on my tooth and it opened up the filling just a tad. Which mean air is getting in there.

Which means I effectively have dry socket. It hurts more when I eat and talk.

Dentist suggest they can maybe put a temporary crown over this.

In february.

Fun thing about me. My body treats pain meds like "meh". So quite often any sort of pain reliever doesn't even work unless I take to many.

Last years infected front tooth (half my face swelled up because my dentist insisted it must just be my sinuses!) led to a few to many being taken. I have some heavier duty ones left over from my wisdom tooth extraction a few years ago (do pain meds go out of date?) But they largely just gave me a tummyache and no pain relief so I just used regular ibuprofen. Which thankfully worked for the soreness.

So I get to use google translate/notepads to speak from now until appointment unless I can't avoid it, so stave off pain. I may purchase a small whiteboard tomorrow...

I wish they taught sign language in school as a required regular class. Be pretty useful right now.

Oh and I have a double set of nerves on my lower jaw...so double the pain!

[scorbleeo]

Drama Gossip: Laws of Attraction

Source: Google Images

Charn is a clever and ruthless lawyer inclined to accept high-paying and high-profile cases that will bring him renown. On one occasion, he's taken off a case as it's gaining widespread interest. Having lost face and opportunity, he's suspisious of the reason for his removal and wants to get his revenge. He suspects he can find something hidden within the case for his own profit. Charn therefore decides to switch sides to Tinn, the uncle of Tonkhao, a young girl who was struck and killed by a car and failed to recieve justice. The two come together to search for the truth.

Despite holding opposing views, their closeness brings about new feelings. As their work becomes more and more dangerous, the two become certain that this case is not at all ordinary.

Source: MyDramaList (2023)

Meh

There's a lot about Laws of Attraction that I enjoyed but in the grand scheme of things, this was a rather boring show. It was one storyline dragged into 8 long episodes and honestly, that's just unjustifiable.

Firstly, the storyline was nothing fantastic. Let's all be honest, did anyone think it wasn't the politician who was the crooked one through all 8 episodes? The only thing about the plot I was not expecting was that I thought the main villain of the show was also the cause of Charn's mother's death. Other than that, this was a boring drama.

Next, the roles portrayed in the show. No development or whatsoever. It wasn't even a surprise Charn was betrayed by his right hand man. That man was already icky right from his first appearance.

Apart from the handful of scenes where it was comic relief, Laws of Attraction was rather mundane. The acting's okay, not impressive but not horrible either.

All in all, Laws of Attraction is a very average show. The only reason I liked it a tad more than if it was a heteronormative show was because Charn and Tinn were the main couple. Otherwise, I probably would not even start the show in the first place.

Rating: ★★★☆☆

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2023 - September

"Baruch" ed. Richard Challoner (1752)

A short interlude before another juggernaut of a chapter.

Creature Teacher by R.L. Stine (1998)

They really hold out on the monsters here in Series 2000, so this is a welcome entry.

Invasion of the Body Squeezers - Part 1 by R.L. Stine (1998)

An unnecessarily long red herring.

Invasion of the Body Squeezers - Part 2 by R.L. Stine (1998)

That's some way to prevent an extinction event.

I'm Your Evil Twin! by R.L. Stine (1998)

They always do the ol' switcharoo.

Revenge R Us by R.L. Stine (1998)

The Uncut Gems of Goosebumps.

Fright Camp by R.L. Stine (1998)

Fool me several dozen times, shame on us all.

Headless Halloween by R.L. Stine (1998)

Here we GOOOOO. A+ Goosebumps.

Attack of the Graveyard Ghouls by R.L. Stine (1998)

A bit weirder but still more welcome than kids being dicks and no actual spooky happenings.

Brain Juice by R.L. Stine (1998)

Just bizarre. Leaning a little too far into the weird science angle I've no interest for in these books.

The Deadly Experiments of Dr. Eeek by R.L. Stine (1996)

Nope. These gamebooks aren't good for reading one after another, and the ones that more or less stay in place are especially meh.

Night in Werewolf Woods by R.L. Stine (1996)

Another meh entry in spite of the werewolves running around.

Beware of the Purple Peanut Butter by R.L. Stine (1996)

More weird science and generally not scary stuff, less and less interesting.

"Hotline Miami" by KC Green (2023)

The speedrun.

"I was told by my doctor that this'll completely compensate my human meat diet" by scribblingchimp (2023)

Gotta find an alternate.

"Carl's Date" dir. Bob Peterson (2023)

Good to see the gang again.

The Equalizer 3 dir. Antoine Fuqua (2023)

Didn't need to do all that.

Bottoms dir. Emma Seligman (2023)

The kids are alright.

Elemental dir. Peter Sohn (2023)

A personal story.

They Live dir. John Carpenter (1988)

That's a long fight.

Jawan dir. Atlee (2023)

The Robin Hood we need.

Christine dir. John Carpenter (1983)

Somehow, a car is scary.

The LEGO Movie dir. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller (2014)

Too familiar, but perhaps because it kicked off something we've seen a lot of since then.

Outlaw Johnny Black dir. Michael Jai White (2023)

A fun and shooty romp.

Satanic Hispanics dir. Alejandro Brugués , Mike Mendez, Gigi Saul Guerrero, Eduardo Sánchez, Demián Rugna (2023)

The anthology offers much.

Prey dir. Dan Trachtenberg (2022)

Hell yes. If they made Predator movies that are just "a Predator fights someone at this point in history" I'd be all in.

Tales from the Crypt Presents: Demon Knight dir. Ernest Dickerson (1995)

Definitely a feature-length version of an episode, but they pull it off.

Tales from the Crypt Presents: Bordello of Blood dir. Gilbert Adler (1996)

Or do they? But this is still better than...

Tales from the Crypt Presents: Ritual dir. Avi Nesher (2002)

A very boring movie like this.

Vault of Horror dir. Freddie Francis (1973)

Ooh that second story is tops.

Tales from the Crypt dir. Freddie Francis (1972)

This first movie was just a tad too straight-faced. Where's the camp?!

The Origin of Evil dir. Sébastien Marnier (2023)

A-n-x-i-e-t-y.

The Expendables 4 dir. Scott Waugh (2023)

I know they can't all come back every time, but the concept seems to be slipping away from them.

The Creator dir. Gareth Edwards (2023)

Hm. Striving toward something I might've liked but somehow doesn't land.

Tales from the Crypt - Season 7 (1996)

I've been annoyed with many people writing off season 7 as not worth watching. It's fine! There's even a few episodes really worth watching.

Tales from the Cryptkeeper - Season 1 (1993)

Basically Goosebumps, so John Kassir recording wraparounds is what makes it special.

Star Trek Strange New Worlds - Season 2 (2023)

I like it, but 10 episodes is not enough. Bouncing from fun to deadly serious episodes too often makes it feel disjointed.

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Acid stained tables and a cute man in a green coat- Edward Nashton x plus size reader

Summary: You're just a history teacher standing in because one of the science teachers is absent, you weren't ready for there to be a substitute teacher, let alone a cute one. (Substitute teacher AU).

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: Edward as a forensic accountant, meh, that's a bit boring. Him as a substitute science teacher on the over hand fits the crazy man much better.

The day is drab and dreary like always, the sky still dark grey from the night before when the rain fell hard and the poor sod who tried to rob a jewellery store near your flat and got caught by the Gotham Bat.

Really such things like that are normal in Gotham city that and the banging of bodies and crashing of car bumpers, really the city sounds don’t bother you any more.

Anyway, you were already awake marking essay papers, so you got to witness the cops fall into the rubbish bins trying to catch the jewellery thieves only for the Batman do their jobs. Looking back at it the incident was pretty entertaining.

Multiple of your neighbours, both in the same block of flats and in the opposite cluster of houses had been leaning out their windows watching the Batman tie up the perps whilst the coppers brushed rubbish and slimy goop off their blue uniforms.

It had only gotten unbearably loud when more cops pulled up with their flashing lights and loud sirens to back up the rest of their goons, the back up trying to arrest the Batman.

Only then did you give up marking your student’s essays on the Native Americans and the white colonists who took over their land along with the younger student's homework sheets on the American presidents when the man dresses in all black punched an officer and seemly flew away like a literal bat. 

Mondays always seem to be drab and dreary, the lack sleep not helping you at all.

Even with the bright yet tired heads of your students flooding into the small down town middle school with stories of their weekend adventures along with tins filled with cut birthday cake to share with their friends paired with dramatic re-tellings of whatever else the Batman had done that weekend, you still feel drained.

The bell has already gone, the loud piercing ring making you groan in annoyance.

Some children still stuff their backpacks with text books and hidden snacks, the ringing from the bell still in your ears. Many teachers look out their classroom doors waiting for any stragglers; a thing you’re doing right this moment.

Class three is one of the classrooms on the main hallway of the school a couple doors down from the large set of double doors that lead to the grey playground and the chain linked fence entrance outside. There are many lines of red lockers small and tall your eagle eyes watching out for any trouble that might arise whether that be from the odd late student rushing to get to their class or a faculty member you dislike.

Most teachers on a Monday morning are pretty lenient when it comes to tardiness so you don’t mind a couple of students being a few minutes late however you aren’t actually looking out for a student.

All the students in class three, the students of the sixth grade science class, are seated and registered, they aren’t that bothered that History teacher like yourself is teaching their early morning science class.

Many of the kids are turned around in their seats chatting to one another as you lean on chipped white door frame of the small classroom, your cream blouse tucked in to your long green pencil skirt, the stripy tights a tad bit gimmicky but they keep your legs warm. Your outfit doesn’t match with the acid stained wooden desks with names and smiley faces carved into them or the periodic table posters hung up on the dull blue walls too angular and shiny to match your more colourful history class room decorated with student’s assignments and informative posters with cartoons on them.

Your eyes flicker from the double doors at the front, then to the big cadged clock hanging over said double doors, then back to the doors that still stay firmly shut.

It’s been five minutes already and the hallway is already quiet and deserted, only litter left on the scratched old floors.

Thankfully you don’t have your own class until after lunch but you’re still worried for the lack of science teacher in the class room – you have no clue about sixth grade chemistry let alone where the right text books are stored but being that the school is underfunded and understaffed you might have to stay put in the gas smelling classroom just to keep an eye on the children so they don’t burn the place down with the Bunsen burners and little wooden sticks that are used to light them.

Maybe you’ll put some YouTube on if worse comes to worse.

“Whoever is turning the gas taps on knock it off.”

You don’t even turn around to see the culprit but right away a hush of mutters come from the back of the room followed by the scrambling sounds of the finicky plastic gas taps being switched off.

For a moment you turn around as the student’s still whisper shout at one another.

“It wasn’t me Miss (L/n)!” a mop of red hair you don’t know the name of splutters out. Who you’re assuming is his friend clamping her hand over his mouth before he can rat out the culprit.

The sound of the big double doors to the front of the school sound open which makes you hurry back to your perch at the doorway.

You look down the hall with hope that it’s the old crone of a woman who normally teaches in class three but it is just a hurried parent with their children.

Turning back into the room you close the door.

“Ok, who wants to watch some YouTube?”

The classroom erupts with hyper screams as you slide down into a big worn out spiny chair at the teacher’s desk besides the interactive whiteboard.

You’ve spend the whole morning showing random ‘educational’ videos to middles schoolers and letting them doddle on the whiteboards littered around the room. No fires have been started and the closet filled with acids and alkalis has yet to be opened.

Now its lunch time and you’re worrying. Another science class in classroom three starts after lunch but that clashes with you first history class of the day. You had brought it up to multiple staff members but they had just grumbled at you useless words, one had pointed out that it would be a miracle to get a substitute teacher so far into the day and one other patted you on the back saying ‘good luck’ for the coming classes.

It would have been easy if you classroom was opposite or next to class three but your small history class is hidden away on the other side of the school in between an RE classroom and a storage room.

Currently you sit in the same tall backed spiny chair in class three, the door firmly shut, your boxed lunch of left over take away and a bottle of water left to collect dust.

Your mind is a blaze with ideas of how to sort this out. One idea is to split up the next science class and place the small groups of the children in different science lessons with work sheets and textbooks. Another idea is to gather your small class and cram them into class three and try to teach two subjects at once. None of them seem good enough ideas to work.

“Ahhh!” you groan as you hit you head on the scuffed wooden desk.

You arms squidge to your round face as you fold your hands under your forehead creating a bony pillow for your head, your eyes focus on the swirling wood grain of the desk. You own desk isn’t real wood like this one, it’s laminated and peeling off, the low down desk always kneading into your stomach for it is bolted down too close to the pale walls of your room.

“…Hello?”

Fuck! You leap up from you position, the chair spinning out of hand as you turn to see a man standing at the doorway in a long green parka coat his large transparent framed glasses slightly fogging up.

“Hello.” you instinctively rub your forehead hoping there isn’t an indent or a bump forming, “Do you need anything?”

The man, who in your hazy vision, reminds you of a hamster. His blonde hair, dusty and mousey is fluffed up and slightly damp from the lingering rain, his face round with a little notch in his chin.

He stands awkwardly with his over the shoulder bag in his hands, his eye trailing up and down the curves of your body.

My god this isn’t Mrs Smith the normal science teacher of class three but whoever this cute man is you hope he stays around a bit.

“I was told to come here, I’m the sub.” he says with his eyes lingering on the exposed flesh where the collar of your blouse is too loose and your neck is unprotected.

“I was told they couldn’t get one this late in the school day.”

“I was free.”

Well he was manically planning the death of the mayor but he isn’t going to say that in front of you, the prettiest woman he’s seen in a while.

“Ok. Well, that a relief. I have my own class in like ten minutes.” you stand and gather your bag and marked papers, only bothering to pack you lunch away into your bag, “I should be going Mr-?”

“Nashton, Edward I mean.”

“Miss (L/n), history.”

Your body briefly touches his as you walk out the door down the hallway back to your classroom. You look back at Edward, he’s looking back at you.

“If you need me I’ll be in room twenty four.”

A smile rises on his face, one that makes you smile like a middle schooler with a crush.