#ingrowing

[exitwound]

I love being made of grace and I know it when I stub my toe on the bed frame and after I curse I fall back on my white down comforter and my impact makes few more feathers float out of the holes in it

[hjhb-the-hdgp]

Observing the pink flesh

[griffmeistergeneral]

Departing Ingrow

[thedogsleg]

I ripped the whole fucking front of my toe nail off last night. It didnt hurt and thats conserning.

[rennils32]

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[rikiislvr]

⭐️late night / nishimura riki

pairing : niki x afab!reader

summary : although niki struggles a bit with english, he still manages to make it work with you, as he was able to put a smile on your face during your late night walk tells him everything he needs to know.

“are you sure we won’t get in trouble?” you ask again and nikis head popped up to the word “trouble”.

“no no no- no um.. jake knows..” he nods, you sigh and give in and grabbed his hand as he held it out for you to grab.

we walked out of the building, and the cold air hit your face making your flinch, it was a lot colder than it was earlier today.

niki must’ve noticed, because he turned to you and chuckled, he put your hood over your and pat your head, making you giggle.

“where are we going?” you ask him, he turned to you and stared at you for a couple of seconds before saying “ahh.” and pulled out his phone.

he showed you the location where he wanted to take you, it was a ice cream shop nearby, you smiled and nod as you two began to walk the quiet streets.

the silence was comforting. honestly all you’d ever want was nikis presence, talking or not you’ll be good.

“uh- you look.. very pretty tonight.” niki says breaking the silence. you turned to him with a huge smile,

“thank you ki.” you turned away as you felt your face heating up, he chuckled, “i only said that.. so your face won’t get cold.” he says.

and you finally caught on, he made you blush so your face could warm up, “haha, very funny.” you shook your head.

he chuckled repeatedly, his eyes noticing how your hand held in his was shivering from the cold air, he smiled to himself and put his hand that held yours into his pocket to keep you two warm.

you looked up at him and you both giggled. he was so adorable really. but you’d never say that because he hates it.

you guys arrived to the ice cream shop, why are you guys getting icecream when it’s pretty cold out? who knows.

“can you- order?” you asked as you two stood in front of the counter since he knew korean a bit more better than you, he nods and you tell him what he wants and he translates for the worker, then him handing you both your cups of icecream as niki paid.

“cmon.” he grabbed your arm and pulled you underneath a street light, as the warmth radiated off of the light and onto your cold skin.

you guys started eating your icecream, niki kept glancing at you, admiring your features under the soft orange light above you too.

“so pretty.” he mumbled, you looked up and hummed not hearing him, he shook his head and picked up icecream on his finger and dotting your nose with it.

“niki!” you gasp as the coldness, he just chuckled, “not funny-“ you do the same back to him but your finger slipped down his lips, as his lips had icecream on them you burst into laughter.

he couldn’t laugh though as he was licking away the icecream. “wow- i pay and.. and you do that!?” he pouted his lips slightly,

“what! you did it first.” you gasped and he smiled,

you guys continued to eat your ice cream, niki lifted his finger up to wipe away icecream off your lips, but little did he know he had more on his lips but he never noticed it, which you thought was cute,

“wanna trade?” he asked and you nod switching cups.

you had cookies and cream, he on the other hand just had basic vanilla, which you cant go wrong with.

“don’t get your slob all over my spoon.” you point to him, he furrowed his eyebrows, “what- what is slob?” he asked you, you just smiled softly at him and cupped his cheek.

“nothing.” you shake your head, he scrunched his nose, “i’m really h-happy that i get to… spend more time with you, y/n.” he says, his face softening,

“i’m happy i get to spend time with you too.” you softly reply, you both leaned in and pressed each other’s lips before pulling away with ingrowing smiles appearing on the both of your faces, before niki grabbed your icecream and put some back on your nose.

he ran off down the street laughing as you processed what just happened.

“niki you little!” you finally chase after him as you two ran down the empty street, he then stopped running making you almost trip over him but he caught you in his arms, both of you bursting in tears from almost dropping your cups of ice cream.

“b-be careful!” he grabbed your cup from your hands as you continued to laugh, he then set them down on the bench beside you guys and pulled out his phone typing away something,

before you heard the translation voice, ‘i love you’ coming from his phone, your heart melted, “i love you more.” you wrapped your arms around him, him doing the same engulfing your small figure compared to him,

the warmth warming you up from the cold weather,

little did YOU know- he knew what i love you was in english, he just felt cheesy saying it, good thing he had his phone, right?

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a/n: this was kinda short, just had to post smth , srry 4 being so inactive :(

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I’m gonna ingrow all your toenails

[plusvanity]

A lot of people said øystein turned into euronymous full time during the helvete period, why do you think that is?

Helvete period coincides a bit with Pelle's suicide. I've seen a major shift in Øystein's demeanour in that period of his life, and I cannot help but attribute this to the loss and trauma that he suffered.

As I mentioned in other posts, depression is a socially transmitted mental illness, and I have no doubt that living with Pelle didn't leave any mark on Øystein's mental health.

It may be that he tried to block the trauma by starting to play his Euronymous character more often behind the scenes. I see him more depressed and more theatrical in the Helvete period and towards the unexpected end of his life.

This and the fact that he was drinking a bit more indicates that he wanted to 'get away' from reality, to put a safe distance between the world and him.

'Euronymous' as a character was constructed to be tough, evil, dark, obscure, and confident.

It may be that he also started playing his stage persona more often because of the ingrowing competition with Vikernes. There was a fight for dominance between the two, one that Varg initiated.

So, seeming untouchables, arrogant and nihilistic, could've been a weapon to assert dominance in the face of his opposition.

Either way, I think it was a combination of both factors. Pelle's death and Varg's attacks on Øystein's ego and image could have been the cause of why he turned into Euronymous, so to speak. This is just my opinion and nothing more.

[yesornopolls]

have you ever had an ingrowing toenail?

[erenfox]

omg you like newteresa too? 😍😍

and newtrenda, that's a one i've only ever very rarely seen! what do you like about them/any headcanons? 👀

i actually hadnt thought about the concept of newteresa until i came across ur blog and ive been in love with that idea ever since lmao :D

about newtenda im so glad u asked :')

if newt had survived, he would have DEFINITELY bonded with brenda over their shared trauma of nearly turning into cranks. lemme elaborate.

so i have this hc to cope with newt and teresa's death wherein a couple of days after reaching the safe haven the teens sneak back to the last city for some reason where they find the bodies of newt and teresa. obviously it's heartbreaking for them, but they quickly realise that by some miracle both of them barely survived. so they took the two of them back to the haven and after long treatments they finally regained their consciousness and stuff.

now newt comes back almost perfectly fine and normal thanks to thomas nd the cure - but due to him getting slowly infected over the long period of time in tst and tdc, he didn't fully become... human, if that makes sense. he still has violent episodes and tendencies to act kinda rogue, almost as it he's still under the control of the flare. and this is something brenda relates to. although not in as severe condition as newt, she still sometimes gets violent tendencies about which only jorge knows.

so she notices newt showing visible signs of stress and uneasiness just like she did after getting cured, and talks to him about it. to divert his attention from the ingrowing panic she uses the method we use to cope with anxiety attacks (three things u can see and touch rn). it starts actually working for him by some goddang miracle (i trust too much in miracles lmfao 😭🙏) but he sometimes cannot control it, causing the majority of people to stay away from him.

but not brenda. she helps him slowly subdue the murderous tendencies and wild behaviours which come free with the crank package. AND THIS IS HOW THEY BOND AAAAA LMAOO.

u have brenda healing newt for something she didn't do, and he repays it by helping her cope with her episodes and nightmares about her brother. that's literally how they end up crushing for each other which is visible to the whole wide world but not them. OH AND ALSO i have this hc where newt regained all his memories back after he got healed, meaning he remembered his baby sister sonya/lizzy. and sonya/lizzy is definitely the greatest newtenda shipper in existence (maybe alongside minho who ships newt with everyone lmfao)

BUT u also have jorge in overprotective dad mode whenever he sees newt being a lil too close to brenda hehe 🤭

might add more hcs abt these two later but for now ig this much fine lol

[faggotcitosis]

friend: im sad

me: that sucks. would talking about something help

friend: yeah something easy maybe

me: *goes on a long rant about how i fucked up cutting my chronically ingrown toenail earlier this week leading to it being painfully ingrow and infected for the first time in my life because ive hacked how to perfectly cut my toenails*

[griffmeistergeneral]

Into the Tunnel!

[guerrerense]

Keighley facing tank por Nigel Por Flickr: Quite a rare event to have a locomotive facing into Keighley but at the Match 2023 gala , 1054 Coal Tank was turned for just one run to face that way on a shuttle from Ingrow

[mynameisjessejk]

To Catch A Hare

Pretty much as soon as they were beyond the eyeline of the town, Ayas the hound erupted into a poof of smoke, which resolved, quickly, into the shape of a man. Looked at straight on, Ayas was a handsome young man, flame haired, green eyed, with narrow cheeks and a mouth which tilted easily into a smile. It was only out of the corner of one's eye that he looked otherworldly.

"Don't fuss," Celyn complained as Ayas immediately started examining Ysabella's bandages.

"You're hurt," Ayas complained. "And it's cursed, and you didn't let me eat the damn raven!"

"It's not the bird's fault," Celyn said mildly. He was hurting, Ayas could tell. And his pallor was terrible. Ayas felt the whine in his throat, sure as if he were still the hound.

Celyn cupped his cheek in one sword-calloused hand. "Hush," he said gently. "We will find the Witch or we shan't."

"We will," Ayas said. "I will."

"How?" Celyn asked. "I do not doubt you, my hawk, but I do not know where to begin. I've never heard of such a person."

Ayas frowned. "The Hare will know," he said. Then he sighed. "I hate the Hare."

Celyn's hand brushed affectionately through the flame-hair, worn vainly long and kept unbound. "Bring her to me and I can trade with her," he offered. "She likes me well enough."

Ayas sighed. "Aye," he agreed. He leaned briefly into Celyn's touch to his head, and the smoke poofed and he was the hound again, nose to the ground, tail up on a scent.

Ember plodded along in Ayas' wake as Ayas turned into the woods. As long as Celyn didn't fall off, all he had to do was ride. Ayas would bring him the hare, they would find their way, and everything would be all right. It had to be.

Finally, after what felt like much too long, the brush rustled, and an arctic hare burst from the scrub.

Ayas bayed and leapt in pursuit.

The hare, the summer-brown clumping between patches of ingrowing white, darted and rushed. It chose hard paths and narrow passes, and led Ayas on a long chase.

But Ayas was desperate, and his kind had magic, of a sort, and in the end, he brought the hare to bay in a dead-end valley and closed a hound's slavering jaws almost gently around the hare's body.

She screamed, the horrible human-like cry of a distressed hare, but Ayas paid her no heed. Ears up, every inch the proud hound, he carried her back the way they'd run, following his own trail of churned earth.

Ember was still plodding evenly along in their wake. Celyn was conscious in the saddle, but only just.

The hare went limp in his jaws, understanding.

Ayas plopped her carelessly at Ember's hoof. He changed his skin again to help Celyn off the gelding.

"Don't fuss," Celyn said again, fondly, leaning weakly into Ayas' hands.

"I'm not," Ayas grumped, unmistakably fussing.

Knight of the Rowan Shield, the Hare greeted.

"Lady," Celyn said, bowing as much as Ayas' grip on him allowed. "I have a plight."

So you do, the Hare agreed. Her nose twitched in wry amusement. Your loyal hound does you credit, as always.

"I hope he was careful with you," Celyn said, nudging Ayas with his elbow.

As a hound can be, the Hare allowed. What do you seek?

"The Witch of the West Mere," Celyn replied.

She could cure your wound, the Hare agreed. Though there is no guarantee she will.

"There are no guarantees in life," Celyn said evenly. "But if I can find her, I will ask her."

The Hare nodded gravely. I was caught fairly, and I was not harmed. I will tell you what you seek.

"I thank you, Lady," Celyn said formally. He bowed again, slightly.

Turn your horse always into the wind, the Hare instructed. You must pass the moon-chariot and leave the stars behind you. The wind will carry you if your aim is true. Then she bowed her muzzle to her paws and vanished into the woods.

Ayas growled softly in the back of his throat.

"Peace, my hawk," Celyn said quietly. "She told us what we needed."

Ayas grumbled. "Drink," he offered, and retrieved Celyn's canteen. "And tonight I will mix willow with nettle and amaranth."

Celyn stroked his face tenderly again. "You care well for me. Help me onto the horse."

Ayas' throat worked against a knot, but he loaded the knight into Ember's saddle, and then mounted behind.

The red-maned gelding's ear flicked, but he didn't protest. Ayas weighed little, and less than he ought for now, because he needed to be there, and he needed to not overbear the horse.

"Into the wind," Celyn instructed on an exhale, and leaned trustingly into Ayas' arms.

[pyros-random-thoughts]

If God exists I'm going to beat him to death for making toenails able to grow in. Even if he ingrows all my toenails to weaken me

[your-sweet-cookies]

A helping hand *Closed RP*

RP starter/reply for @artsspi - Kukki x Hayden

Ever since she'd picked up the job at the local downtown bar near the campus grounds, Kukki's life had grown to be even more monotonous and boring than it already was: on top of the daily routine of going to the lectures and seminars, spending time in the library or the dorms to study for her group projects and assignments and dealing with her sometimes overwhelming dormmates that left most of the house chores on her shoulders, Kukki now had to use the reminder of her free time to work part time because her parents once again couldn't support her financially any longer due to their ingrowing debts.

It wasn't the most ideal situation, but she had to make due. At least with this job she could pay her life expenses and the shifts weren't that monstrous, allowing her the timeframe to also continue her old schedule dedicated to school. And maybe a good side to the job could have also been the fact that the bar's patrons weren't entirely an unbearable bunch. The atmosphere was usually peaceful and they hadn't had an actual fight happen within its perimeters for months. So there wasn't anything she should've worried about, or at least that's what Kukki thought...

It should've been your typical Friday evening, peaceful and monotonous, when the loud shouting and commotion noises disturbed the calm atmosphere within the bar. Kukki was busy cleaning some empty glasses and placing them neatly back in the cupboards behind the counter when the swearing and physical violence sounds reached her ears. From the looks of it, that must've been a fight taking place outside the establishment and the parties involved didn't give off the sign that they'll stop anytime soon. The young woman shook her head and prayed to herself that they wouldn't bring the fight into the bar, because the screams were getting louder and louder by the second.

"That's it, if they don't stop, I'm going to call the police!" Kukki decided in the end, once she couldn't stand the chaos anymore. Her shift was almost over and the last thing she needed was to get caught in the middle of a street fight as she'd try to make her way out and back to her dorm room. She picked up the phone, located under the bar counter and was about to finally put in the 110 number (the police number for Japan), when the noise suddenly stopped. A wave of relief washed over the young woman and she reluctantly placed the phone back in its place, wondering if the commotion outside was finally over.

By all the means, it really looked to be the case, as the quietness finally returned back to how it used to be. "Ah, just another bunch of delinquents beating up each other." One of the men sat at a table near the counter commented, while he took a gulp from his pint of beer. "Stupid kids ruining my good mood..." He continued mumbling and Kukki started to wonder if he was indeed right and if there weren't any injured youngsters who might've needed help out there...

The front door of the bar opened right as she was wondering that and a single, lone young looking male stepped inside, limping towards the nearest table. He had multiple bruises and scratches on his face, along with a bleeding busted lip and a bloodied nose and by all means, he didn't look okay at all. Kukki shook her head at the sight of the newcomer, wondering why didn't he go to the student health center that was just a few streets down from here to treat his wounds and opted instead to come in this dingy place when he was clearly in need to medical assistance?! 'God knows what goes through a man's train of thought.' She sighed and took a piece of clean cloth from one of the drawers, dampening it with cold water at the sink and then filled a glass with water, making her way towards the injured customer.

"Get away from me!" Were the words greeting her, as the man understood that she began approaching his table, rendering the silver haired woman to stop briefly in her tracks, before she eventually mustered some courage and finished walking to the table. "Don't be stupid! You are in clear need of help! You are literally bleeding on my freshly cleaned table! So either you let me help you, or you are welcome to leave this establishment! It's your choice." Kukki gave him a stern look and placed the glass of water in front of him with a firm grip.