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[melncogoods]

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[catboyriot]

Some of my favorites from my new shop update! I made a bunch of cute little rugs and goods for the start of fall! Come check it out!

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[glazenewt]

Up until November 26th, these four lovely punch needle pieces I made are on sale for 25% off on my Etsy! Snag them while they're available!!!!

[vonabstracts]

kirby 🩷 (2023)

my commissions are open // message me w/ any questions

[smileshighway]

Punch Needle Rugs

[otuker]

Autumn Design, Punch Needle Coaster, Handmade Coaster, Punch Needle Mug rug, Pumpkin Mug Rug, Car Coaster, Autumn Decortions

[craftedcreations84]

[lenorahandcrafted]

[alicewisbeystudio]

Sage green and white, grid pattern, hand tufted punch needle mirror

Made using secondhand yarn and reclaimed mirror from a makeup palette

[monarchberrysblog]

UNDER THE STARS ⋆⭒

⋆｡°✩ part two to: NOTHING BUT TROUBLE

credit to: @mar_marOu on Instagram & @/marmarOu on X and Tumblr!

✭ 🔞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✭

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: sometimes, a hero and a vigilante need a break from the hectic city environment.

✭ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃. miguel and the reader are in an established relationship, brief mentions of kleptomania, exhibitionism (both of y'all literally don't give a fuck but seriously, don’t do freaky stuff outside), cumplay (?), cum eatting (we are going there too), uncircumcised peepee 🤭, hard? dom! miguel, assertive behavior from the reader, cunnilingus (f! receiving), unprotected p-in-v (please go to your local planned parenthood to educate yourself), and heavy breeding kink. (he scrambles your eggs 😝)

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: +1.6k words 🤭

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Nothing But Trouble blew up overnight! thank you for your undying support! it means a lot to me 😭 if there are errors, i do apologize, it's been a month since I looked at this. I'm slowly getting back in the groove.

here’s to my followers! y’all live in my basement now 🐈‍⬛ 🩵

The low clouds in Nueva York cascaded onto the ground, creating a murky environment in now empty streets. It was a quiet night, even for Nueva York. Within the apartment buildings of the hustling city, many were home, sheltered away from the smog air. Some were fast asleep in bed with their blankets, and others were cooking a warm meal for the evening. But for you, you were dragged out of your soft, cozy bed past the window edge decorated with many potted plants and small trinkets. You were now climbing the fire escape, wearing your pajamas and a simple black sweater.

The cat dragged you out into the cold environment, away from your warm, cozy bed. You yawned as you climbed up, swiftly up the fire escape, feeling the now wet bars against the palm of your hand.

The memory of seeing a text message from Miguel immediately came to mind when your slipper fell off your foot, causing you to shoot a web at it to retreat.

The "I want to see you real quick" text meant nothing but trouble from him. He was always up to no good, leaving a little mess behind, like a cat playing with a ball of yawn, only for the poor creature to be tangled in its consequence with big, teary eyes.

Nonetheless, you continued your climb up, finally reaching the rooftop.

The cold air nipped at your skin, piercing its cold air needles through your sweater and pajamas. Bringing your hands close to your mouth, you exhale warmly to your freezing digits, rubbing your hands, seeking friction to warm your dead, lifeless fingers temporarily.

You stand idly, waiting for his arrival.

A puff of smoke escaped your lips while you yearned for your return to your warm bed and away from the cold weather. Then, your vision darkened. A pair of large hands shield your eyes from the skyscraper lights of Nueva York. "Miguel!" You squeaked, reached to grasp his hands, and forcefully attempted to pull them away from your face. "Seems like you're happy to see me." He croons against the shell of your ear. His voice vibrates against your eardrums, reverberating down to your core. "Tell me why you're here...!" You finally pull his hands away from your eyes and turn around to see him.

"I can't see my favorite person in the whole wide world?"

"No, no, you can't."

"Ouch, I'm hurt." He feigns pain, placing a hand against his "aching" chest cavity. You chuckle, delivering a punch against his shoulder, and sigh. "Really, why are you here?" He chuckles at the question, his palm rubbing away the aching punch that blossomed under his skin. "I have something for you-"

"Did you steal it?"

He frowns at the question. Sure, it was a given that he tended to snatch the next shiny thing in sight, but this time, it was... different.

"No...!" He hisses. "I bought it with my own money." He reaches down to his toolbelt and grabs a drawbag. He opens the tiny draw bag and retrieves a small royal blue box. "It's for you." He tosses the box to you. The little box jumps around your hands before it settles down on your palm. "I hope you like it." He huffs a bit of his cheeks while watching closely.

Your hands move independently, opening the tiny container. The velvet plush container revealed a heart-shaped necklace; the midnight blue stone glistened in the moonlight, shining independently. "Miguel...?"

"Now, don't get sappy on me." He scoffs, displaying a frown. Behind the frown, a smile waits to be displayed. He browsed at multiple boutiques, hoping to find something that was meant to be for you. Something that stood out from the rest. Simple, but it was made for you. "You got this for me?" You pout and soon retrieve the necklace from the velvet box.

"Do you like it?" The question felt boyish, even for him. But it was such a cute action coming from him.

"Yes! Oh my god! Help me put it on!" You bounced on the balls of your feet, ready to be climbing on the walls. "Put it on me, put it on me!" You repeat the phrase as a mantra, handing him the necklace to help you put it on. His frown breaks as he chuckles and assists you put the necklace on. "Do you like it-" He repeats and immediately gets jumped into an unsuspecting embrace. "Stop asking the question! Yes, I love it!" Your laughter fills the space as Miguel's hands work to get a proper hold of your bottom. Your laughter filled the space before the slowly descended to soft giggles and sighs.

His nose nudges against the tip of your nose, slowly creating a gap of silence between you. "Hi..." you whisper, nudging your nose against his. "Hey, " he croons as he nuzzles closer, planting a gentle kiss against your lips, molding your lips perfectly. You hum at the contact and enable the soft kiss. His fingers dig into the plush of your bottom as his claws sink deep into your skin.

Soft suckles and sighs fill your personal bubbles before pinning you down against the ledge. Your hands grasp Miguel's bicep before his chuckle greets your ears. "C'mere..." His hands move to hold onto your hips and drag you closer to his hips, rubbing himself against you at a slow, agonizing pace. "Even when it's cold out, you are warm."

You turn to look down, seeing the hustle and bustle of the streets, the lights looking nothing but a speck of light. "No one is gonna see us." He hums before he nuzzles his way to the crook of your neck, slowly placing soft kisses and trailing them back to your lips.

"Are you sure?" You push the question and lean closer to the soft butterfly kisses against your skin. "It's dark, no one is going to see." He rubs his straining member against your aching core, fluttering and waiting to be penetrated. His hands tug away at your sleep shorts, desperate to cease them off your body.

The thin line of arousal builds up against the gusset of your underwear, the slick, clear arousal clinging against your folds. "Let me get a taste." He pulls away the gusset, his fingers feeling the warmth and heat against his digits. "Look at that; you were already preparing for me..."

He kisses his way down to your core, almost moaning at the scent. You were his catnip, the temptation luring him to you, to roll his tongue at the liquid, sticky ecstasy, to drown in it.

His nose budgets against your clit as his tongue laps at your entrance, collecting the taste. The cold air, accompanying his warm breath, nipped at you as your walls clenched around nothing. You are opened up to him like a blooming flower, exposing more of your now sensitive clit. “You are too sweet…” His voice is muffled thanks to his tongue licking your entrance from the bottom to the top.

Your eyes shoot open when you feel his middle finger linger at your entrance, tracing the opening slowly. Your breathing catches you, also as if you were sprinting in a marathon. He pulls away from the intimate kiss from your lips, his lips coated in your mess. "C'mon… let everyone hear you." He purrs and pushes two fingers in, feeling you clench against his digits. "Easy there, quierida." He keeps at a steady pace, immediately hearing the wet slaps. "There we go, there we go..."

The small whimpers evolved into full moans, your moans only audible to him but immediately drowned out by the sound of honking cars and noises in every other corner of the gloomy city's lively life. "Let me hear you, let me hear..." He slurps the sticky discharge before he is immediately shoved into you by your hands. You wailed out, squirming about before he pinned you down. "Open your mouth, now." His demands muffled, not daring to move away from your puffy folds.

You did as he said and screamed out an orgasm, nearly waterboarding him. He pulls away from your puffy folds and is wholly doused. You croak out a noise, ready to say something, but get stopped. “Just keep your mouth open.” He pulls down the zipper of his suit before he frees the strained tent between his legs.

Not earning a warning on time, he spits into your mouth, giving you a taste of your cum. The strong tangy taste and substance stayed in your mouth as you kept your mouth shut in shock. "Swallow it." He heaves before he reaches down between the two of you and lazily pumps his aching cock. You reach down and pull back at the foreskin gently, allowing to see the mauve tip peek out from the extra skin.

You grab his cock, pulling him close to you and pushing him into you. He groans softly at the sensation as he rocks himself in and out of you.

You swallow your cum and bounce on him, following his lead and feeling the familiar pressure between his tip and G-spot. You flutter against his length, trying to create a consistent rhythm, but the rhythm comes out staggered and messy. "You've been working on your kegals? You little slut." He hisses while pushing you down on the ledge.

"You're getting there. I can feel it." Strands of hair begin to stick to his forehead, and sweat soon drips down onto you, landing on your blouse and occasionally on your face. "Together now, you can do it. Hold it, " he demands as the pace increases. You look over at him, mouth agape and eyes pleading. Your hands grasp his exposed bicep, fingernails leaving crescent indents and red streaks.

"No, I know what you're thinking. Not yet." You pull him close, feeling your lower stomach bubble like a witch's cauldron. He leans down, planting you a harsh kiss, his tongue creeping its way to yours. You eagerly oblige, still tasting yourself on his tongue. "Now, go ahead." He rasps, rubbing his thumb against your clit. With one final thrust, you splash the two of you, your mess landing on the floor beneath the two of you.

"There you go, I'm so proud of you." He leans in to kiss your temple and nuzzles close. He slowly pulls out and looks at your pully walls. Not even a moment later, his cum spills out of you, dribbling down past your swelling folds. "Hold on, nena." His fingers gather his cum and push his cum back into you slowly.

He pulls his fingers out, residue lingering on his fingers before he licks the mess off.

"Don't waste a drop."

[hexbimbo]

DBD HCs | Killers Christmas

Evan MacMillian

Starts the fire in the hearth to kick off the party.

Was kinda forced into coming by the Entity. Doesn’t really care for the holidays.

Only sticks with killers he can tolerate like Wraith, Blight or maybe Deathslinger

His secret Santa gift is trap grease and some paint.

Philip Ojomo

Holds the box of decorations while Sally decorates.

They totally arrived together but play it cool. We know what’s up 😏

Dances with Sally too! Makes the whole party pretty magical.

His secret Santa gift a new shawl with a nice red dye.

Max Thompson Jr.

Slaughters the Christmas Ham.

Wants to do Christmas with his friends. Loves watching the old Christmas movies in the quiet of the den.

Wears a lot of plaid. Definitely only in his pjs.

His secret gift is a southern breakfast basket.

Sally Smithson

Hangs the high decorations because she can fly.

Nibbles cookies over a plate. She really likes the ones with jam or fruit puree in the middle.

Hand feeds Phillips little snacks.

Her secret Santa gift is a dried bouquet of baby’s breath. (Get it?)

Micheal Myers

Is assigned kitchen duty. Chops everything horribly.

Smells awful. Ever had a homeless guy stand too close to you and they smell like poo and sweat? Yeah.

No one knows why he even came. Total space kid.

His secret Santa gift is a knife sharpener. Maybe a box of plastic forks.

Lisa Sherwood

Brings the pinecone jam.

Wears a a sweater that’s actually clean and fresh smelling.

Gargles in the affirmative or negative for conversations.

Her secret Santa gift is a bundle of sticks with a pretty purple ribbon.

Herman Carter

People watches the whole night from a corner table.

Starts drama. Hak sure is annoying isn’t he? Sally and Phillip didn’t even bring anything…

Maybe gets drunkly punched.

His secret Santa gift is a brain encased in a jar of liquid.

Anna

Brings a wild boar. Unskilled. Might still be alive.

Wears a turtle neck and long skirt. Looks like a big mama bear.

Rocks when she gets overstimulated with all the music and foreign words.

Her secret Santa gift is a yarn ball and crocheting needles.

Bubba Sawyer

Brings a pressure cooker of his famous chilli.

Don’t mind the finger that’s the concentrated flavor 😤

Helps out in kitchen. Adds that home cooked flavor.

His secret Santa gift is a framed picture of his family. Don’t ask how Rin even got ahold of the damn thing.

Freddy Krueger

Was not invited.

They may be killers, but they don’t fuck around with no pedos.

Would probably just keep killing people. Doesn’t fuss with the holidays.

His secret Santa gift a box of matches.

Amanda Young

Brings spinach and artichoke dip. Some toasted pita too.

Doesn’t drink. Leaves soda cans everywhere.

Goes without the pig mask cuz it’s lowkey rotting and no one wants to smell that.

Her secret Santa gift is a box of Funyuns. It’s a comfort food for her.

Jeffery Hawk

Brings homemade chicken wings.

You don’t understand- he’s ever one of the best cooks or worst cooks of all time. You wanna know why? He doesn’t care how much butter or salt is added into a dish.

Are the wings sanitary? Probably not. Is that a heroine needle sticking out there…?

His secret Santa gift is high quality face paint.

Rin Yamaoka

Her twitches and moans of agony kinda freak everyone out at first.

That’s all she does really. Stand there and groan.

Hangs out with her Grandpa! They try throwing a ball out in the yard. Or the sword fight. Thats fun.

Her secret Santa gift is a journal and pencil pack.

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey

The ones hosting. Decorating and cleaning almost needed in tears for everyone.

Steals a billion types of pizza, chips, and soda.

Does not clean at all. Gets plastered and leaves the guest to fend for themselves.

Their secret Santa gift is stolen electronics.

Adiris

Has entire conversations without realizing no one can understand her.

Her little smoke and chain ball is stuffed with cinnamon and holiday spices. Makes the whole lodge smell nice.

Insists on the Entity version of saying grace before everyone eats.

Her secret Santa gift is a pack of incense.

Danny Johnson

Taking pictures for the memories.

Constant pulling little pranks and jokes the Legion. Does it start a fight?

Yes. Yes it does.

His secret Santa gift is some camera film.

Demogorgon

Has to be stopped from eating the tree multiple times

Burrows and pops up so hard it sends tables flying.

Ends up being leashed outside with Xeno after biting Portia’s doggy.

Its secret Santa gift is some metal to chew.

Kazan Yamaoka

Brings Hot Pot.

Is the one punching people who are stirring up shit.

Catches up with Rin. Wants to be parent he never kinda really wanted to be. 🥺

His secret Santa gift is a sword mantle strong enough to bare the weight of his sword.

Caleb Quinn

Brings scalloped potatoes au gratin

Ties his hair up into a low bun. Kinda looks cute on him.

Kinda like a level headed hippie grandpa. If there’s kids, he’ll get down on their level to play with them.

His secret Santa gift is a box of random gears, wires, and screws to build with.

Pyramid Head

Brings a severed hand with a bow on the knuckles.

No one ever sees it still. It’s always kinda walking around.

Some jokester maybe wrapped his head in lights.

Their secret Santa is a looser pair of trousers for the dumpy 🍑

Talbot Grimes

Seems like a lunch kinda guy

Talks science with Albert.

Twitches so much people think he’s bugging out.

His secret Santa gift is some herb seeds.

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes

The siblings who only talk to each other.

Victor gets mistake for a tot a few times. Gets picked up and promptly scratches the face off Caleb.

Charlotte fixes heaping plates for the both of them. Probably some of the best food they’ve ever had

Their secret Santa gift is gourmet cabbage. You think I’m joking? They are over the goddamn moon.

Ji-Woon Hak

Gets in peoples faces to blog.

Takes cute pictures of a plate of food but doesn’t eat it.

Maybe brings a fancy platter made by a restaurant.

His secret Santa gift is a a small fridge for his beauty products.

Nemesis T-Type

Heavy breather.

Tracks mud in and draaaaaags it on the carpet IN THE DEN.

Kinda just stands behind people and breaths down their neck.

His secret Santa gift is some badges and pins to add to the buckles on his boots.

Elliot Spencer

Doesn’t celebrate the holidays.

The only way he’d ever go is to watch people socially suffer.

Maybe sounds outside to watch the snow fall with the other cenobites.

His secret Santa gift is a toolbox of rusted nails.

Carmina Mora

Cuts paper snowflakes to hand from the windows.

Pretty outgoing! Definitely has an eccentric charm that quiet artists have.

Kinda becomes best friends with Rin during this party. Both had similar childhoods and were on the path to being successful before what happened happened.

Her secret Santa gift is new aisle to match her taller frame.

Sadako Yamamura

Brings some sea weed in her hands.

Keeps haunting the tv and ruining Home Alone.

Flutters in and out around the lodge. No one knows why she came.

Her secret Santa gift a pretty hair comb with seashells.

Dredge

Brings a sludge of leaves and bones.

Gets mistaken for a coat rack. Floats around wearing everyone’s outerwear

Stands a little too close to people. Might get drunkly punched.

Their secret Santa gift is a cardboard box.

Albert Wesker

Wears a turtle neck that fits him perfectly.

Shows up with a bottle of wine. Constanty slick back his hair.

Sips wine while watching the snow fall. Likes to talk business to the other killers: tactics, plans, and little stories.

His secret Santa gift is a glasses case.

Tarhos Kovács

Him and his crew are the ones roasting the meats over the fire.

They get rowdy and break some tables.

His men go nuts with the ale but he refrains. He’s s never been a been drinker but on the holidays, he’ll take a few sips of mulled wine.

His secret Santa gift is a leather skin satchel that attaches around the waist.

Adriana Imai

Brings coxhina

Only talks with “high class” killers (Wesker, Ji-Woon, Portia)

They have a silent judging table to talk mad shit about everyone.

Her secret Santa gift is a a fancy bottle of wine.

HUX-A7-13

On top of the Christmas tree.

Doenst know why they even bothered to come.

(It’s cuz Xeno went and they are in looooooove 😍🥰😘)

Their secret Santa gift

Xenomorph

On a leash in the backyard.

Fed dinner scraps that are promptly melted with acid.

It’s secret Santa gift a survivor to hunt whenever it chooses.

(HUX totally begged The Legion to get Xeno of secret Santa)

Charles Lee Ray

Him and Tiff drunkly make out on everything.

Like; really obnoxious. Bumps into peoples legs, keeps the bathroom occupied for hours.

Tiff will offer to help in the kitchen. Chuckle will sit on the couch and sip beer.

His secret Santa gift is a plate of Swedish meatballs.

Unknown

Crawls in on all fours. Needs to be restrained from snacking on peoples ankles.

Doesn’t bring anything but eats all the food. Then, promptly throws it all back up onto the serving table.

Wears an ill fitting Mrs. Klaus dress.

Their secret Santa gift is a terrarium full of spider and snake snacks.

Vecna

Did not come.

Doesn’t have time for meaningless holiday parties.

Stays at home casting hexes or spells or what ever he does.

His secret Santa gift was supposed to a skull jar filled with chocolate kisses.

Dracula

Brings a bottle of blood and a bottle of wine.

Kinda can’t handle being around people without his wife so he leaves early.

Has a ton of dry humor that makes the more mature killers smirk.

His secret Santa gift is a nail kit.

Portia Maye

Let’s her dog run lose and destroy almost everything.

Brings a bag of raw clams. Let’s other people cook them. Or eat them raw I dunno

Definitely wears cheetah print.

Her secret Santa gift is one of the furniture brushes for people with pets.

[mrghostrat]

since we’re on the topic of bookbinding, i’ve been wanting to get into it but i haven’t actually done any research (yet) other than vibes, so do u have any tips for complete beginners?? :)

@geminibookbinding is who inspired me to finally look up the whole process and figure out where to start! this is the super helpful tutorial i got from them

i had dabbled with binding before though, using Sea Lemon's tutorials to make blank sketchbooks yearsss ago. i still use her text block and diy hardcover videos as a refresher/reminder while i bind!

the biggest thing that stopped me from learning to bind printed fiction was not understanding how to print the text from home, specifically how to get the pages in the right order for signatures. it's actually so easy with some very simple to use programs: QuantumElephant for PC users (free), and I use BookletCreator on Mac ($20)

i want to go into more detail about my process and supplies from a beginner perspective, i hope this helps:

format the text in a word processor

export your document as a single page PDF

enter that PDF file into Quantum Elephant or BookletCreator, to rearrange the pages for your signatures. your program will give you a new PDF file that you can then print.

4. double sided printing: i was so so scared of this at first, but it's incredibly simple. no matter what printer you have, somewhere in your print settings will be an option to print even or odd pages.

print all the even pages first, then when the stack is finished printing, flip them over, insert them back into the paper feed, and print the odd pages.

5. fold the signatures together so you have a stack of little booklets, then mark on the spine where your sewing holes need to be. manually punch the holes using an awl, or diy an awl by stuffing a cork on the end of a straight needle.

6. sewing: take regular sewing thread and run it over a block of beeswax. this makes the thread easier to manage and holds it in place better while you sew. a curved needle is also much easier to use than a straight one, especially for a kettle stitch (using Sea Lemon's tutorial)

7. gluing: glue decorative pages (or plain, but thicker paper) to the front and back to create your end pages, then press the book flat to apply PVA glue to the spine. press it overnight so the glue dries flat. (optional: glue a ribbon to the top of the spine, then sew on headbands) finally glue an additional piece of paper (or mull) around the spine to strengthen it.

8. optional: trim the edges of your book down to create a smooth edge. this one's given me the most trouble because it's very hard to get right with a knife, and the proper supplies are expensive. check your local stationery shop (i.e. Officeworks, Staples) for an industrial guillotine service

9. cover: once you have the final measurements of your text block you can start making the cover. this is essentially gluing cardboard, binders board, or plywood etc to a sheet of fabric. the fabric either needs to be bookcloth, or have some kind of non-porous back so the glue doesn't seep through. you can diy bookcloth from any fabric with tissue paper. then glue the decorate end pages to your cover to attach the textblock!

[crazycurly-77]

Like an old married couple - Chapter 5

The team had currently no case to investigate so they were stuck with paper work which meant that they were always around you and you and Gibbs were fighting your constant private battle. 

Despite of that you worked on user rights of a new crew member of the U.S.S. Stargazer. It was a difficult and annoying work, because this commander mailed and phoned you up to 5 times a day to get access to a very special part of the software you were supporting. 

You had told him multiple times that he needed to be authorized from the SECNAV personally to get this access, but it was to no avail. He refused to bring the needed allowance so you didn't granted the access in his user rights and therefore ignored him. This was getting on for a few days and you hoped that he get it one day. 

But nope, of course you had no such luck. 

One fine day after a nice lunch with the whole team - including Gibbs, can you imagine?! - a man with a highly decorated uniform marched into the bullpen, stayed in the middle of the room and barked in all of his arrogance 

“Who is Y/N Y/L/N?!!!” 

Not a sound was heard. You could have heard a needle clatter to the floor. Everyone was immediately at attention as if they were going to be attacked at any moment. 

You stood up, walked to the man and said

“That's me” 

“I am Commander Smith of the battleship Stargazer and seemingly you are the one who doesn't give me access to the joint venture software because I have not enough allowance? Are you dumb?”

“Oh yeah, that's why they let me do all the accesses and user rights in this software. They said I have to put up with assholes such as you” you said smirking widely. 

At these words his face turned to one of pure anger and hatred. “You will set up my user rights NOW!”

“No will do” you stood your ground. 

The situation was rapidly escalating. Jenny came down to see what's going on, Tony and Ziva moved to stand next to the commander and Gibbs and Tim were flanking you at both sides ready to strike if needed. 

And suddenly it was going all very fast. 

“You f…ing bitch!!!” the commander screamed and made a move to slap you across the face but you were faster and punched him in the ribs that he was instantly going down to the ground. 

All stood there shocked as you attempted to go to him and knock some sense into him, because he more than pissed you off. 

But Gibbs held you back. He was standing right before you and said very annoyed to him “leave this office to never come back. If you try to go near Y/L/N again I will shoot you. And now GO!!!”

Commander Smith struggled to get up and nearly ran out of the office. Slowly the tension was leaving you all and in this moment Jenny called you to her office. 

You gulped because you feared that she will send you home. Then you felt a hand gently touching your arm. Gibbs was standing beside you looking at you determined “I'm coming with you. There is no way I'm letting you down.”

A few minutes later you were both standing in Jenny's office in front of her desk. You didn't know what to expect, but you were grateful that you were not alone. Gibbs was still unwavering by your side his hand on your lower back for silent support. 

“What was that?” Jenny demanded to know and you told her the whole story which was confirmed by Gibbs who had noticed that this man was pestering you relentlessly. 

“Okay, I will call the SECNAV immediately and will demand that Commander Smith will be removed from service. His behavior towards you showed that he his not worthy of the uniform he is wearing. And now to you: violence is not often an acceptable option, but very well done, Y/L/N. I have a feeling that Gibbs is slowly rubbing off on you” she smirked. “Where did you learn this move and react so very fast?”

“I'm a pilot and have to train my reaction time constantly and furthermore I'm training Chinese martial arts as in kung fu for hand to hand combat and mental health as in meditation and tai chi.” 

“Very good, maybe we should enter some of that onto our common NCIS training” Jenny mused which caused you and Gibbs laughing. “Now that was enough agitation for today. You can go home to calm down, Y/N. We will see you tomorrow” Jenny said smiling.

According to this Gibbs and you left her office. As you two went back to your desks Gibbs pulled you into an empty room. He came very close to you and your heart started thumbing madly and it felt as if your head was burning up in flames. Before you could say anything he whispered “Well done. I'm very proud of you. Since you have free time the rest of the day we could drive to mine. I'll cook us steak and potatoes and we can exchange some of our knowledge. What do you think?”

The only thing you could do was nod “yes” and so you two packed your things, go to Gibbs’ truck and he drove to his home.

(To be continued...)

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[vonabstracts]

i want to do another punch needle commission 🫣👉🏽👈🏽…. any takers??

here’s some examples of my work

if you’re interested, message me ❤️

[chefbeepo]

The tribes and their arts! Pt 2

Skywings-

-music usually is made with pipes, flutes, wind chimes and other wind instruments. It's typically loose, unorganized music, used as background noise at parties and celebrations. But it can be lively and exciting when need be, fast paced and wild.

-Blanket and fabrics are made with animal furs and plant fibers and is a high demand art. They also make coats or capes to withstand the cold, and can be knitted or woven. Sometimes they're made via needle punching.

-stained glass is typically an art reserved for the noble, as sand is hard to come by in the mountains. But it's a very respected art, used in Royal palaces and noble homes. Usually they depict Royal Family members or notable persons of the past.

-stone and marble sculpting is a common art, as well as wood whittling. Some are custom made for specific individuals or in the likeness of a noble person. But often ornaments, toys, decor and furniture are made in this way.

-cooking is common, though not as delectable as mudwing food. Meat is mostly charred, cooked by the person about to eat it with their breath. Plants are rarely consumed, but fungi and mushrooms are often utilized, as they are common in the forests.

-poetry is a popular art form, often accompanied by visual arts and drawings. During war time, many poetry pieces were written as propaganda, as demanded by Queen Scarlet. Now, they're less patriotic, and a bit more questioning of their role in the war.

-dancing is popular, often done with wing waving and tail-whipping. It tends to look more like battle techniques than dancing, but is full of the same enthusiasm and passion as any other dance.

-metal working isn't typically seen as an art, as it's often done by lower class citizens. But it's a vital part of their society, and metal work is often used in many forms of art, including as frames for paintings or architectural details.

[triforce-of-mischief]

sensory ask game! Legend + literally every/any number you want to discuss :)

1. (A sound they find soothing): Ravio's silly nonsense songs

2. (A sound they find irritating): Blades being sharpened (years of practice and it still gets on his nerves)

3. (One or two prized possessions they often hold in their hands): Moosh once Sun gives him to Legend

4. (Something they always carry with them): Ravio's bracelet

5. (Any stims, nervous habits, or things they do when they're super focused?): Fidgeting with rings

6. (What's their favorite color to wear?): Red or blue

7. (Which outfit do they feel the most at home in?): The most mismatched variety of protective clothes possible. Pants are bad sensory

8. (Who do they feel most comfortable hugging/being hugged by?): Ravio, Warriors, Red

9. (Favorite way to be touched?): Gentle touches around his ears, being held

10. (Something about their physical appearance they're embarrassed about): Pink streak in his hair (on bad days)

11. (Something about their physical appearance they love): He thinks his violet eyes are pretty cool

12. (What's their morning routine?): Coffee

13. (What's their evening routine?): More coffee Journaling

14. (Favorite foods?): Apple pie

15. (Favorite drinks?): Apple juice

16. (An object that comforts or calms them): Moosh again

17. (Any destructive habits when they're angry?): He relies too much on his Punch Ring

18. (What's something they love to create with their own two hands? Which creation are they most proud of?): Little origami creatures

19. (What makes them have to leave the room because they're overwhelmed?): Discussion of needles (on a bad day)

20. (A song that instantly transports them back to a certain memory): Ballad of the Windfish

21. (What is their favorite kind of weather, and why?): Sunny with a hint of clouds, it's perfect adventuring weather

22. (Do they have a place they retreat to when they want to get away from everyone/everything?): Granny Syrup's hut

23. (What's their favorite color or color combo for decor?): Red

24. (Are they clumsy?): Only when nervous; years of experience have steadied his hands

25. (Their favorite scent): Apple blossoms

26. (Describe their favorite chair (or any piece of furniture that's their favorite): He likes curling up in the corner of a couch

27. (Are they afraid of heights?): A little

28. (Do they have any sensory triggers related to past trauma?): The sound of knights' armor, the smell of rubbing alcohol, anything related to the ocean or storms (on bad days)

29. (Is there a certain object they tend to hold/fidget with?): Ravio's bracelet or Moosh or his rings

30. (Which other character do they find most irritating (or distracting) to be around?): Wild

31. (Which other character do they find the most restful to be around?): Warriors, Red, Hyrule, Ravio

32. (What is their ideal work environment in terms of light, sounds, other people, etc.?): Well lit, specifically chosen music, one or two other people

33. (Describe their workspace, if they have one): He only has once small desk in his room that he rarely uses

34. (What type of gift do they most like to receive?): Anything that can be useful

35. (How do they feel about holidays?): He loves learning about and celebrating new traditions