#sockdraws

[somemismatchedsocks]

Hear me out, Sonic au where all the characters are preschoolers and all their adventures are roleplay and eggman is the tired teacher who just wants to keep the kids under control.

[chaotic-so3k]

HEY

I made a new art post on my other blog!!

Go look at it

[chaotic-so3k-artshit]

I made this post on my main too, but here it is

the ocs would be based on my pfps because they look way too good to stay sonas

here's the og post

[disastress-i-guess]

Hey guys what does sock drawer mean?

[disegnily]

Socks are garments that cover the foot and usually extend up to the ankle or calf. They are typically made from materials such as wool, cotton, nylon, or polyester, and are designed to be worn with shoes. Their purpose is to protect the feet, maintain the cleanliness of shoes, and regulate the temperature and moisture of the feet. There are many types of socks, including sports socks, work socks, high socks, and low socks. For More products with the same design click here : https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/135662711?asc=u

[fortisloid]

merry chrysler sockdrawer.

[beneaththebloodriver]

Miss Envy, fearsome Witch of The Northwest (Avenue), was warm enough for a witch. Her other dolls, Limedust, Sockdrawer, and Lilly-Belle Marie, were some of the nicest dolls you'd ever met. Far from the emotionless little corporate drones you were used to meeting, each of them was their own little ball of sunshine. Limedust always had a cup of tea ready, Sockdrawer was fantastic at cleaning. Within five minutes of you walking in on that fateful day she had the home cleaned of every bit of debris with barely a sweat broken. Supernatural housework skills made what should have been a day long task into nothing at all -- it was, frankly, fascinating.

And, of course, there was Lilly-Belle. Envy was the type to play favorites; it was a thing some witches did, instigating competition in the ranks of the dolls. Whether it was to prevent unionization or for simple amusement, it was rare that a group of dolls didn't have lingering resentment just under the surface. But they don't fight about it, not visibly. Such slights are remembered and behavior algorithms are modified; dolls in conflict are always angling, always searching for the perfect opportunity to climb to the top of the dollbucket and receive Miss' full and undivided attention. Lilly-Belle was the type of Doll that had no qualms about stepping on her so-called sisters.

"Miss! Miss, This One has finished gathering the ingredients! Shall we depart for the sanctum?"

Lilly, you noted, had her arms full with a basket full of various items, wands and elixir bottles and a few snacks, strangely enough. She was dressed up in her special-made regalia -- a reward for fighting off a pack of mushroom monsters from the fungal dimension singlehandedly while Miss was away. It was, supposedly, enchanted to enhance her magical abilities, casting an alluring aura over her that made any doll or Person around draw their eyes to her presence.

It was garish, in your opinion. Lilly-Belle's entire existence was Garish. Everything she owned was so pretty, so elegant. She got it all from Miss Envy. She was Envy's favorite. Not you, or Limedust, or Sockdrawer. Lilly-FREAKING-Belle. Oh, how you hated her, how your eyes drilled into the back of her stupid, pretty white porcelain neck with all those intricate, lovingly drawn sigils on the smooth surface. You wanted to...

...to...

...shatter her. She didn't deserve the love she got, all haughty and uptight, never playing with you or your sisters, never coming for the tea parties, always at Miss' side, always bogarting her attention. And... and...

And Miss. Many thought the relationship between a doll and a witch was one of subservience, and to a casual observer, it was. But Dolls were powerful things, and the only thing that kept them on a leash was either fear for or love of their witch, and Envy had failed to instill either one in her other dolls, as of late. She seemed to have eyes only for Lilly-Belle.

Lonely Dolls do silly things, you think, as you look over at Limedust, and for a moment, the teacup morphs into glass and whirling smoke, the quiet sipping replaced by a roiling bubbling. Limedust's faceplate is wrapped around the edges of the b-- teacup, drinking down a special tea from her stash, one that brought temporary Stillness. It was relaxing, and helped her sleep.

You smile at her, and she smiles back before lying back on the couch and conking out. She's still as rocks, now. Good. She'll be asleep for what comes next.

You creep out of the living room and into the kitchen, plucking your favorite butcher's knife from the block. Your job is cooking; it's the entire reason Envy picked you, you can cook better than any of the other 'layabouts', as she calls your sisters -- save for, of course, Belle. Lilly-Belle is no layabout, she's a very useful doll, she makes Miss so proud, so happy...

Your grip tightens on the knife's handle and you exit the kitchen, headed for the door to Miss' sanctum. They'll be in here, they always are. This is where they do their spells. This is where the magic happens.

This is where it will die.

You peek under the crack of the door and see a set of porcelain feet on the floor, another set of feet -- obviously Miss' -- on either side of them. You can hear rhythmic, eldritch chanting slithering from under the crack, and there's a flashing of red lights and deep, thrumming bass music. Whatever is going on in there?

...you realize you don't care. Whatever's going on in there has them distracted. It'll make this easy. You get to your feet and slowly rotate the door knob, opening the door as quietly as you can, only

for the Spell to Break,

and Lilly's porcelain, white and blue, is now tan and coated with streaks of crimson. Miss' mouth moves in ways you don't understand, a rapid burble of glossolalian spilling from her mouth as she digs a knife into Lilly-Belle's skin, ignoring the poor doll's cries of pain.

"Hush, deary, I'll be done soon, and the spell will be complete, hmm? Don't you want to be mine, forever? You need this if you don't want to be taken away from..."

You teleport, almost. You don't -- you run, putting strong, sturdy dollish legs to use, putting holes in the floorboards with your hooves as you lunge at Envy. You feel the knife jolt back as it makes contact with her chest, before flesh gives beneath steel and she falls to the floor, dropping her own bloodied blade with a clatter. Lilly-Belle is screaming, now, tears streaming down her face as she nurses her wounds and watches you tear into Envy.

You pull the knife out, feeling the sucking of a vacuum pull on the blade for a second as it comes free, and then you drive it back in in a different place. Again, again, again, again -- you keep stabbing, not letting the Witch gasp out even a word as you tear open her throat. "DIE!" you shout, "DIE, DIE DIE DIE DIE DIEDIEDIEDIE!"

Die she does. Envy, after a solid minute of stabbing, lies cold and limp on the floor, silver eyes glassy and dead, staring at the ceiling as blood drips from her ruined neck and chest and stomach and --

"...Annaon?" asks Limedust, finally, as you sit there and breathe, fury subsiding as you contemplate the corpse beneath you. "Annaon, what did... what did you do?!"

You look down at the body. It's still bloody. Not perfect. Not pretty. It's an awful sight. Everything is awful. The room you're in -- a dingy apartment bedroom with a floor coated in old energy drink cans and rain stains in the ceiling -- is ugly. The dead woman you're lying on top of was at one point pretty, but the various stab wounds have taken that from her.

Lilly is pretty, but also sobbing in the corner, blood running from her skin. Lime is standing in the doorway, confused, scared, fumbling with her phone. Sock is nowhere to be seen.

And the Witch is dead. The wicked witch is dead, and you killed her. The spell, you realize, is broken. Gone are the brass fittings and steel hooves. Gone is Lilly's flawless porcelain skin, replaced with arms full of cheap tattoos. Gone is the life in Lime's eyes, replaced with a red haze and watery tears as the realization hits all of you. Why did you do that? Why were you -- why?

You don't have an answer. Only a knife. You point it at Lime.

"Call the constables and it's you next. Get some trash bags, I'll head out to the shed and get Miss' hacksaw."

[ruitethewingedfox]

Hannah is a sockdrawer neurodivergent. i have no clue what she is, but she's something.

[flameohart]

killugon sketches bc i love them

[digitalta]

Alex tends to get kidnapped anyways

[loupsgarou]

me doing a solo Cinderace run in sword, basically:

[p2ii]

Alex Rider as cards against humanity

Alex:

Alan Blunt (@ Alex):

Tulip Jones:

Yassen gregorovich:

Ian Rider:

[craftyphoenixlady]

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[totorokiicequeen]

Thoughts on episode 5 of Alex Rider

Finished early again today so here’s my thoughts on this episode!

- Filming a minor, that’s yup

- Alex waking up after what he called “a nightmare” was like how I wake up with a hangover lol, not knowing what’s happened

- So Yassen has the school Alex and Tom go to great

- Tom dear GOD the girl likes you

- James fake conducting is a mood, I also do that

- I literally just see kid in a suit with Parker

- Love how Yassen is just sat there waiting for Greif

- Another time maybe, as if you don’t already know that you’re gonna meet Alex again Yassen

- That was cool with the little metal things against the doorframe

- Ok so the masks that they have on after surgery I find funny because they look exactly like the masks we use for short corners in hockey but with less padding

Basically another very creepy episode, the filming I found extremely creepy even though I knew it was coming. Just three more episodes to go and I can’t believe how quick it’s going! It still had me gripped and will probably own my soul and I am 100% ok with that

[disegnily]

Desert wildlife with birds, plants and animals Socks 

- Super soft and stretchy knit crew socks

- Socks fit: men's US shoe size 6-10, women's US shoe size 5-11, UK shoe size 3-9.5, EU shoe size 34-42.5, men's AU shoe size 5.5-9.5, women's AU shoe size 5-11

- Knit with reinforced toe and heel, with extra cushioning in the sole

- 58% recycled polyester (made from recycled materials), 22% nylon, 15% cotton, 4% spandex, 1% rubber

- Printed to allow ink to penetrate the yarn, so socks look great even when stretched; finer print details may vary from the product photo

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[literallynothinguseful]

Hi, were you the one that called the Stormbreaker movie a trainwreck? I totally agree with you, but at least there was a movie that enables me to shove the Alex Rider books and movie in my friends' faces in the wait for the tv show...

haha yes, but it was a great trainwreck for the content-starved youngling i was when i first watched it. it had so much potential... and i must admit i made my sisters watch it so many times with me