#im on the fence

[stanpinesdykewife]

should i put my drabbles into one post on ao3 with individual tags in each chapter? or should i leave them on tumblr? i really don't want to post them individually on ao3 for reasons but please let me know what you think :)

[vampzzz64]

Do you guys think Sollux eats bugs yea or no

[eddiesghxst]

not that anybody asked but, yes, i am still working on sex shop worker!eddie🫶 she is beating my ass but i’m pushing through🫶

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

For the Sharp Objects au, I think I might just adjust it to a munchausen by proxy au where Lex is the golden boy who gets sick and dies when Lena is a kid. When Lena comes back to her family home, she starts feeling sick in increments, but she thinks its just her nerves/trauma of being home. (It's really Lillian putting poison in Lena's meals.)

She meets Kara and hits it off. Lena tells Kara about Lex and Kara's detective instincts tell her something is hinky about the whole thing, so she starts digging. She tries to tell Lena, but Lena reacts poorly and tells Kara to get the fuck away from her and never talk to her again.

But Kara leaves Lex's medical records in Lena's car and Lena sees for herself, but its too late. Lena collapses at the Luthor mansion and is then "cared for" by Lillian, who is slowly poisoning her to death. Lena believes she's alone, now that she's sent Kara away, and is overcome by helplessness and hopelessness.

Just as she's nearing death Kara comes knocking to check on her, because Kara has an inkling that Lena isn't stupid and would have come to the right conclusion about what happened and what it means.

But Lena is too weak to call out and Kara leaves when Lillian turns her away. But then Lena's friend Sam Arias comes banging on the precinct's door, insisting that something is wrong because Lena hasn't checked in for days, and it's enough for Kara to knock the Luthor's door down and find Lena at death's door.

Lena is rushed to the hospital in the nick of time, and they save her life. Turns out Lillian had a myriad of poisons she'd used for Lex and then Lena. She's arrested and charged with murder and attempted murder, and Lena tearfully apologizes to Kara for how they left things.

Kara's only response is to fold Lena into a hug and promises to help her through, whatever she needs. When they leave Lena's small hometown, they leave together, and when Lena returns to National City, Kara goes with her.

[artinandwritin]

What do you use for your digital art? I’m terribly curious.

I use Krita and a Wacom 1 tablet i bought last year (cuz i need it for my college course and my animation program)!! To me, Krita works pretty well, it's got some flaws but also a lot of really good qualities. The Wacom 1 tablet works great! The only downside to it is that the screen is easily damaged (but that might also just be on me) but for the rest! It works great!

I used to use a lot of procreate, but somehow the program stopped working for my brain when i first switched over to drawing via my laptop. It was probably because the pen pressure on my ipad didnt work and bc i couldnt find a brush that complimented my work haha

Hope that helps a bit!!

[opeial]

fellas i'm going through it

[discountalien-pancake]

Fucking darts the placement is so inconvenient but look at this side-by-side and tell me this pattern isn’t exactly the perfect shape for Galadriel’s chestplate:

Obviously the bottom hem needs a bit more spring and a different curve but I’m making a fucking waistcoat so it’s not like i’m that concerned about being screen-accurate. The buttons will be replaced with hooks and eyes so that i can make the edges meet exactly in the center without overlap. And obviously the collar will need to be altered, both for accuracy and comfort.

I essentially want this bodice to be functional as a cosplay and potentially as an evening gown bodice as well.

These are the colors I’m contemplating right now for the final version:

I’m leaning towards lower left but I need to get swatches to make sure.

[objectsworld]

If you could make a half-object half-human baby with your beloved object... would you? 🤨

[a-tired-gothamite]

OOC:

[transthatfag]

looking.

[zemfruit]

Should I keep my mullet-like hair thing or should I cut it shoulder length

[yeyinde]

waking up after a night out drinking in a foreign country only to realise that the bed you're in is not your own. no one is beside you. you try to leave but the doors are all locked. the windows won't open. you're trapped. a pretty bird in a cage.

nothing is in the dressers except large, old shirts. the clothes you were wearing when you woke up disappear after you take a shower. no panties. no bra. food shows up on schedule. you never see who leaves it.

they don't answer when you scream. when you bang your fists against the door until they're bloodied. passing out on the floor when the drugs finally kick in. but the mess you make in the daytime is cleaned up. your hands bandaged. disapproval heavy in the air along with the stale scent of tobacco. smoke.

when you're good, you get things. books. magazines. treats. your favourite food. a laptop arrives when you sob yourself to sleep after screaming yourself hoarse about loneliness, and how this isn't right. this isn't okay. it's restricted, of course. you log into Facebook but the moment you try and ask for help, the internet is turned off. you're being watched. monitored closely.

you learn your lesson slowly, giving nothing away to your family and pretending you're enjoying your holiday. being good. quiet.

instead of treats, gifts, recipe books arrive—some pages dogeared. you start making the food. leaving a plate in the fridge. it's gone the next morning. more recipes appear. you make them, too. an expensive chain comes next. a pretty gold necklace for a pretty bird in a golden cage.

(each meal gets you a strange rash on your cheek, jaw the next morning. beard burn, you think, and try not to shudder.)

lingerie comes after. silk, lace. all of it fits perfectly. you try to avoid it. the idea, the implication, is a knife between your ribs, but the next morning, your laptop is missing. the books are gone. food, too. your clothes disappear until all that remains is the lingerie set and a little black box. one you pointedly ignore. throw out with the trash. chew on gum to make the ache in your belly go away until that vanishes too.

your world is narrowed down to hunger. loneliness. isolation—

(in the corner of the rooms, a red light glints in the dark. lonely, but not alone.)

it persists until you relent. give in. another lesson you learn. you wear the set to bed, and try to think nothing of it—

you wake up to something heavy around you. a warm, thick body pressed against your bare spine. coarse chair tickling the skin between your shoulder blades. a burly arm under your neck, elbow bent to wrap a rough hand around your neck. the other slung over your hip, shoved between your thighs. something hard presses into your ass. a bruising pressure. it aches. you stifle a gasp, but with his long, thick fingers wrapped tight around your throat, he feels it.

everything goes still. quiet. just the faint rustle of sheets. the scratch of coarse hair on silk. a breath. you tremble. fight back another gasp when lips press into your crown with a sharp inhale. scenting you. nuzzling into your scalp. warm breath that smalls of malt and honey. woodsy. tobacco.

your eyes adjust slowly to the dark, and fall on a black box left on top of your end table. velvet, you know. you've felt the softness between your fingers when you threw it in the trash with a sob. no escaping it, after all.

the hand between your thighs twitches. when he speaks, it shudders through your spine, makes your hair stand on end. it's a growling purr. the low roar of an old engine. more grit than comfort in the midnight dark.

"jus' close your eyes, love," he rasps, pushing his thick body tighter against you. coiling around you like a big, hungry bear. "an' go back to sleep for me."

and you do.

[spamalie]

Nhhhhhhngh . Sumper bat

[merlins-art]

Genuinely so pleased with how this turned out ngl

[cringefail-clown]

porrim and dirk are so fucking funny in turnabout au you guys have no idea. theyre each others yes man in the worst possible way.

porrims like "i want to+ get a seco+nd to+ngue piercing, but i think it might be a little much..." and dirk immidiately shoots back "Nah you're fine. Sit down, relax, and i'll be back once i alchemize the piercing and ready the needle.". kankris having an aunerysm every time he sees these two talking to each other.