#amateur sewer

[trynadollsiesplay]

Hand sewing after a long time 😅

#rainbow high #michelle st. charles #amateur sewer #hand sewing #it's bad but I tried lmao #the back isn't finished... I need to find my velcro again. I need to sort that draw #but I screwed up the pattern #the waist is off #I see why people zigzag stitch now #but that's another huge chunk of time sewing. More equations to find the middle line #figuring it out is hard #a next step maybe #but I'm still working out my options #talking in the tag you're welcome #I'm just doing some reflection here lmao. soz rip #I know it's not what I'd usually post #I'mma just trying though #lol

[lilanxiousramenboy]

⚠️trigger warning⚠️

sewerslide, depression, etc.

Me Voy A Matarme

i’m going to kill myself;

but the problem is,

i don’t know how much of a joke that is anymore.

it was once a joke;

one hundred percent.

said in moments of weakness,

of annoyance,

of anger,

of sadness,

of pain.

back when the response was only a “bruh” or “you want me to have more dead friend trauma?”

damned if i do,

damned if i don’t.

but now i’m not so sure;

it is a joke;

maybe fifty or sixty percent.

said in moments of sadness,

of pain,

of annoyance,

of anger,

of weakness.

now with no response.

met with either silence,

uncomfortable looks,

or loneliness.

damned if i don’t,

fine if i do.

my reason for why is odd.

it’s not that i don’t want to be here;

it’s that i feel no one wants me here.

i feel it would be better for everyone if i disappeared.

i offer nothing good.

i offer depression,

anxiety,

anger,

sadness.

i want to be here.

i want to continue living;

but does anyone want me to continue living?

am i just ruining everyone’s life?

i bring pain and worry upon those i care about.

if i wasn’t here,

would that happen as much?

or would they all be okay?

would they all be better?

would they all live their lives as if i was never here at all?

i don’t want to die;

but i think everyone wants me dead;

to throw me in the ground and forget i ever existed.

it hurts.

this is more pain than i’ve ever felt;

having a list of people who don’t care is worse than having no one.

i’m hurt;

but i’m numb to it now;

i’ve felt it so long it’s just a part of me now.

i’m numb;

dead inside;

dead.

Context/Story behind this Poem

essentially, i’m depressed, i feel like a shitty person, i don’t think anyone wants me here, and i’m tired of feeling like this. if you feel the same way please know that you are worth it. you deserve to keep living. you’re not a shitty person. you’re important to a lot of people and they all care about you. they want you here.

Other songs to accompany this poem:

#tw sewerslide #tw mention of sewerslide #sewerslidal #sewer slide #spotify #depression #poetry #amateur poetry #my poetry #sad poem #sad boi hours #sad thoughts #sad poetry #help idk how to tag

[husmusik]

Drifting - Dream Autopsy (Förlag För Fri Musik, 2023)

#dan johansson #discreet music #förlag för fri musik #weston czerkies #julia bjernelid #amateur hour #form hunter #sewer election

[froot-batty]

(most of) The sewer squad!

Surprisingly, Clay and Croc were super fun for me to color. Rat was the one that kicked my ass this time

(P.S. sorry about the lore being so long down there)

Waylon Jones was originally born in Louisiana. He was born into a relatively low income but very big, very loving family. He was also born with Epidermolytic Ichthyosis, which caused patches of his skin to blister or thicken, sort of like scales. This would be the first thing he'd be bullied for as a child, and it would only grow worse as he went through school and his undiagnosed ADHD and dyslexia would make it ten times harder for him. He would eventually decide to drop out of school, both because of his learning difficulties and the bullying.

One thing Waylon had always loved was boxing. His father had taught him and all of his siblings the basics of boxing, and Waylon was one of the ones who really took a shining to it. It helped that he was a naturally bulky guy who could put on muscle pretty easily. So now that he was out of school, he decided to put his free time towards participating in amateur boxing matches. It didn't rake in very much money, and usually took place in some guy's backyard or a junkyard, but he thought it was a lot of fun - and, most of all, he was good at it.

He made the choice to move to Gotham after he'd collected enough money to start a life somewhere else. He loved his family, and it hurt to move away from them, but a big city like Gotham provided more opportunity than backyard brawling. And indeed, it did! He graduated from probably illegal homemade boxing matches to actual, professional matches - still nothing above amateur, but it was something, and it made a lot more money!

It was during this time when he'd gain the nickname Killer Croc, from a combination of his skin condition, how big he was, and where he'd been born. (He didn't actually kill anyone though, he was a sweetie. He's just killer at boxing).

Things started going downhill for him when he finally won enough matches to go up against another relatively popular name in the amateur boxing league. This opponent, not wanting to lose against what was still a fresh face in Gotham, conspired to cheat in order to win. Because it's Gotham, and anyone can be made to look the other way, no one caught the man as he mixed plaster of Paris with his hand wraps (which hardens into something similar to concrete) before the match.

Safe to say, Waylon lost the fight pretty badly. While he would have been a good sport about it, he knew that who he'd fought had cheated, and he was pissed. As soon as he was out of the hospital, and his face was healed enough for it, he caught the other boxer as he was leaving the gym. He tried to convince him to admit that he had cheated and forfeit his win, but they'd end up getting into an argument that'd turn physical when he tried to punch Waylon.

When the cops arrived, instead of breaking up the both of them and taking them both in, they instead arrested just Waylon. Because the other boxer chose to press charges, Waylon was shipped off to BlackGate Penitentiary after a hasty trial. But he didn't stay there for very long.

Doctor Hugo Strange, head of Arkham Asylum, had followed Waylon's arrest closely in the news. He took an interest in the boxer specifically because of the irony of his nickname. Strange would go on to convince the superintendent of BlackGate that Waylon was unfit to be housed in a regular prison because of how dangerous he might be - Arkham would be a much better fit for him.

Strange promised Waylon that being in an asylum would greatly reduce how long he'd have to spend incarcerated, as he could get out of an asylum when he was proven "sane". But Waylon was given a cell in the lowest pits of Arkham - in the basement, where Strange made his monsters. And he would become the living test subject for what would become Kirk Langstrom's own bat-serum; his nickname, Killer Croc, once a source of pride, becoming a cruel prediction of what he'd become.

Unlike Kirk, however, Waylon is permanently trapped in this new form; shunned from society and now living as Gotham's monster in the sewers. Forever a Killer Croc.

??? (Nickname: Rat/Rats) was born in....Well, actually, no one really knows where it came from. Rats was there the first time Waylon escaped into the sewers, and it seemed it'd been there a long time before that, too.

Rats is like a cryptid to most of the Gotham population. But, like, the kind of cryptid where everyone knows it's real, you just don't encounter it that often. 12 year old rat child in the sewers? Yeah, everyone knows about that

They're shy, unnerving, and tend to be nonspeaking, their only appearances to most of the public coming from brief glimpses in the sewers or, occasionally, guiding people lost within them back out.

To the rogues, though, Ratcatcher is a source of information. It seems to know far more than it should, due to communication with the all-seeing eyes of it's many rats. But how much it's willing to help depends on how much it trusts you, which is usually not very much at all.

And if they don't want to talk to you, then Waylon will be sure to escort you quickly out of the sewers.

(Fun fact: Rats communicates mostly in ASL!)

Basil Karlo was born and raised in Gotham. A lover of performance from the moment he could join the theatre club in school, he was dead set on pursuing an acting career after he graduated from college. His first experiences were small background roles or roles in commercials, but even then directors could see the acting potential lurking within him.

Small roles grew into more major roles, as they grew from background actor, to minor actor, to eventually starring in major roles. And they were a popular guy! Pretty face, charming voice, they became Gotham's own star!

In one of these movie roles, Basil would grow very close to one of his co-stars. Their relationship would move very quickly from friendship to romance, as it does when you work so closely with someone. It might have even moved a little too fast, as they decided to get married the moment they returned to America from their filming location. She moved into his home in Gotham, and things were good, for a little while.

But a lot of cast romances end up not working out, and this was one of those cases. Basil and his wife began to drift apart, focusing on their own careers and neglecting one another in the process. Their relationship began to decay, and with the nature of Basil's career, there began to be...people on the side.

They thought he kept these escapades a secret. They did everything they could to not let their wife or the public know about their cheating.

Of course, this was a pipedream.

This all happened around the time J's Red Hood Gang was at their peak. They figured out Basil's secret, gathered material, and would present the evidence to Basil himself. To keep their secret safe, Basil was forced under the Red Hood.

Basil...did not take well to what he had to do as a Red Hood. But he was desperate to save face amongst the well-to-do of Gotham, so he continued doing the bidding of J and her gaggle for a good while.

Until the day, with no interference from the Red Hoods, their wife left them. She had apparently been contacted by one of Basil's partners, and now they were going to leak that to the press during the divorce proceedings.

Basil's life was ruined. His reputation was in shambles, and he was doing more work for criminals than directors. But he decided he was going to change that. What was the point of working as a Red Hood if they had no way to blackmail him anymore?

So they attempted to leave. They confronted J and demanded that she let them go, and without waiting for her response, left.

Red Hoods were waiting at their home when they got back there. They kidnapped them, dragged them to Ace Chemicals, and proceeded to pour an experimental chemical onto their face. This chemical made flesh like clay—moldable, which the Hoods used to their advantage as they toyed with Basil's face. Morphing it into different shapes and expressions for their own amusement.

When they were done, they dragged him to the vat where they were developing that chemical and threw him into it, expecting him to die.

Unfortunately for Basil, they did not.

#frootverse #waylon jones #killer croc #ratcatcher #basil karlo #clayface #batman #rogues gallery #my art #rogue design

[bedoballoons]

Heyyy *crawls out of the anon sewer* could i get some wriothesley x short male reader please i am tired of x reader fics taking height for granted and i NEED my short king rep (also i am madly in love with wriothesley so as long as you write something that has his name on it i'll be good!)

Yesss!! I'm also short and I love a good short reader fic!! Live your best life king! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Short king~༺}

CW: Fluffy! Short male reader! Established relationship! I had two ideas and couldn't choose between them so there's two here!

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𑁍༄Wriothesley:

Someone tried to start a fight~

Wriothesley chuckled as you stole a sip of his tea, your legs kicking off the side of his desk while you explained your day to him. His office had become a comforting place to you, scented with tea and quiet compared to the rest of the prison, the perfect place for the two of you to talk, "I couldn't believe the nerve of that person, they acted like because I was short I was going to loose the fight."

"Well did you?" His eyes met yours, leaving you speechless for a split second...the duke, tall and handsome, was your boyfriend and he wanted to know if you had lost, would he think less of you if you had?, "No of course not....I won. Height has nothing to do with skill and strength, if anything it gave me a advantage over them." He smiled slightly and leaned down to give you a reassuring kiss, his large hand resting on your cheek.

"I knew you would, those amateurs could never shine a light to you."

A kiss to calm the fear~

You could tell Wriothesley wasn't having a good day, instead of meeting you in his office with a genuine warm smile and some tea, he was pacing, heart beating out of his chest and hands shaking with nerves...you wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he was normally fairly quiet about his issues to begin with...

"Wrio? You alright?" You touched his chest, looking up at him with worried eyes, "You can talk to me you know, I'm here for you just the same as you are for me." The tall man stopped moving, yet could feel his heart racing under your palm, it took him a moment to calm down, his arms wrapping around you tightly, "Sorry, I just...got some news about possible leaks in the fortress."

You nodded, although his answer didn't ring the same amount of fear in you that it did him, in fact it almost seemed untrue, but questioning him wasn't going to make him feel better. You stood on your tip toes and kissed his cheek, "Whatever leaks there may be, you can handle it and I'll be beside you the entire time, just in case you ever need a second hand."

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin x you #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley fluff #wriothesleyheadcanons

[stinkysam]

Peter Parker - Did you know I love lizards ?

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : The reader has powers like the lizard because he took a more advance version of the serum that made the lizard what he was and now at will he can transform into his lizard state. So after the reader takes the serum he started to help around the city and Spiderman starts to investigate and finds out that this new hero is his boyfriend who was diagnosed with cancer and the reader had to take the serum or die

Reader : male (you/his)

A/N : part TWO

He came home earlier. Again.

It was weird.

This is not something that happens a lot and especially not multiple times in a row. At least not since he picked up the spider suit.

At first he was happy about it. Somehow New York city was being nice and had decided to give him some peace.

It allowed him to spend more time with you, his boyfriend.

He wouldn't have questioned it if his boyfriend hadn't been acting weird lately.

Despite your cancer, you never let it get the best of you, even during the hardest time. But this was something else.

You were hiding something, he could feel it. Sense it.

So he decided to follow you one day, to stalk you ; and you turned out to be pretty difficult to follow. Multiple times he lost you only to find you back later at a totally normal place. Nothing out of the ordinary except from these disappearances.

Which was weird as well because how could you escape him like that, so easily without even being aware you were being watched. Or so he thought.

Then, something caught his attention. Another "hero" appeared. It's what he heard in a conversation between two police officers. 

Hero or, as the police call it, "another criminal / madman / monster" wait what.

"Monster" ?

Peter wondered why they would call someone a monster, what did he do to be called such a thing ? Nothing, he found later at home. This "monster" did the same as him, handing criminals to the police. You were the one to tell him that.

Yet you couldn't explain the "monster" part. So later he browsed the internet only to find amateur videos about a lizard man. He thought they were fake at first. It wasn't the first time he saw those kinds of videos, but those relayed by the TV ? He had no choice but to believe it.

He wondered how such a thing could happen. Everyone who had been transformed into a lizard got turned back into humans thanks to the serum he launched right after. It couldn't have missed someone, right ? And be stuck as a lizard for years without making it known ? Weird. Was this "hero" really born that night ?

He had to find them to know and to help them fix it.

Peter thought that since they did the same thing as him, it would be easy to find them, where the crime is, there they are ! But each time they seemed to always be in the opposite place as him, always so far away as if they knew where he was and were avoiding him.

After a few days he remembered the sewers. He could catch them there, playing on their field.

And it didn't miss. After a few hours of waiting one of his webs moved.

Following its direction, another one vibrated, quickly he followed them and fast enough he found the lizard.

Quietly and slowly he hid, not wanting to be found just yet, waiting for a good and safe opportunity to show up.

But suddenly, they jump up the drain to leave the sewers and their shape changes, slimmer, smaller. And their face shows just for a second.

?!

They looked like you ?! Quickly, he followed you, them, ??? and found himself facing you as you were about to close the manhole. 

"[Name] ?"

"Pete- Spider-man ?"

"You're the lizard-man ?"

"No ?"

"...oh sorry for a moment I thought I saw the lizard turn literally into you. [Name]."

You sigh, helping him out the drain and explain yourself. For a moment he can't believe it's you and wonders if you don't have a clone or something like that. Then it made sense.

You had quitted your job, you had free time yet you were barely home. You didn't text him as much as before now, too busy to keep him company through text.

"So your cancer is, gone, gone ?"

"Yeah"

"How are you going to explain that to your friends ?"

"Well, my cancer is gone. I beat it. I won. I'm cancer free. Whatever cancer free person say."

For a moment he doesn't know what to say. Congrats ? You did the right thing ? It could've been dangerous you shouldn't have ? He's glad you're okay ?

So he says nothing, first taking in everything you told him and understanding how you felt and feel now. 

"Why didn't you tell me ?"

"I didn't know how to. I tried dropping hints but it was so lame I-"

"You said you loved lizards two weeks ago. I should've known."

"No."

#male reader #m!reader #peter parker #spiderman #tasm #peter parker x male reader #spiderman x male reader #the amazing spiderman

[vldsideblog]

I think most of Keith’s clothes are worn down, he’s an amateur hand sewer and has patched his jacket multiple times. His favorite pants have ripped a thousand times and a thousand times he’s added patching so they last longer. He’s taped his shoes together, fixed holes in his belt pouches, saved fabric scraps. He’s very methodical about how he cares for his stuff.

#i just like the idea #vld #keith kogane #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith voltron #keith headcanon #character headcanons #hcs #broganes #autistic keith #punk

[thelesbianpoirot]

drag was ok when it was a subculture meant for gay men to try femininity and express themselves and connect to others. the moment it became mainstream it became about consumerism and mocking women as much as possible. theres nothing revolutionary about exaggerated make up and lipsyncing. i dont understand why people would pay to see that but thats just me.

It wasn't okay when it was that too. I have watched several documentaries about drag in the 60s-90s and it was misogynist then too. Lesbians at the time who were trying to form a united gay revolutionary movement were offended by their rampant misogyny then too and Drag queens responded to this criticism by telling lesbians we need to get fucked then too. Drag queens never had respect for women, even their gay sisters - their "importance" to femininity is the latest made-up bullshit to justify their behavior. But it was an underground gay male specific example of building something from nothing. And like an indie movie that's schlocky but was made by ambitious amateurs on a budget of couple $1000s of dollars, and blood, sweat and tears, you have respect for the struggle, even if the product is still not good. I will not lie. The mainstreaming and consumerism, plus trying to make family friendly celebrities of talentless vulgar men makes it worse. A drag queen gets cancelled for racist remarks, grossness towards kids and etc every other week on twitter but the lgbt crowd forgives and protects them, but is willing to throw away women (gay or straight) no matter how accidental or slight their fuck up is or how they beg for forgiveness. Drag becoming what it is, is a big example of male privilege. While female majority, female orientated, performance art gets mocked and stays unprofitable, slam poetry, modern dance, etc. This "art" can be dragged out of the sewer and be painted gold and put on display for the world to see.

#thelesbianpoirot

[adiduck]

ok tho for saintspy the kissing behind the knee one is yes good *_*

You got it, dear!

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14. Kiss on the back of the knee

Simon has his feet firmly on the ground, and Ethan is most of the way down the ladder up the manhole towards the street, when their pursuers catch up to them.

Above Simon, Ethan freezes, going still and silent all at once, one foot hovering over the rung it was about to fall onto heavily. Below him, Simon feels himself freeze too—his breaths stop and then start again, low and deep; his hands bracketing Ethan’s calves clenching on the old metal to stop any vibration there.

“—way did they go?” one of the goons above them is yelling, clearly at the end of his rope. Well, Simon can relate to that—he and Ethan were supposed to be on vacation, not uncovering secret drug rings in fucking Sweden of all places. Simon’s in fucking sturdy blue jeans, which were not really designed for quick and stealthy movement. Ethan’s in shorts and hiking boots.

“—sure they came this way,” a different goon is saying. “There’s nowhere else for them to go!”

“There’s no exit,” goon three complains, even as he comes to a stop on the grate they are directly beneat. “What did they do, fucking fly over the wall?”

Amateurs. Simon sighs silently, and carefully lays his head on Ethan’s lower thigh—just to express his exasperation with the situation. Above him, Ethan’s shaking with silent laughter.

“They must have climbed it,” goon one says. “Get over the wall now! Move it!”

There’s the sound of something being thrown, and then the thud of pounding feet towards what must be the wall of the alley they’re in, followed by grunting as three grown men—presumably—attempt to haul themselves up and over a wall Ethan and Simon had taken one look at before opting to pry the manhole open instead. Ethan’s shaking intensifies. Simon grins, and presses his lips—a little ticklish—to the back of Ethan’s bare knee.

They wait a solid minute as the sounds of their pursuers fade, and then Ethan grips the sides of the ladder and simply slides down the rest of the way, landing in front of Simon on the metal platform.

“New kiss time,” Simon whispers, and is elbowed in the ribs for his trouble.

“Not the time,” Ethan hisses back, but when he turns around his eyes are dancing. “Why are you thinking about that right now?”

“Kissing you?” Simon asks, as they follow the platform down along the sewer, bent low and ignoring the smell. “I’m usually thinking about kissing you.”

Ethan scoffs. “Good kiss,” he admits. “Not sure how I’m gonna reciprocate that one without this exact scenario happening again.”

“Behind my knee?”

“Yeah.”

Simon grins. “I mean,” he says, leans over to drop another kiss on the back of Ethan’s head, once and quickly. “I think there are other positions where it’d be accessible.”

In front of Simon, Ethan pauses. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmmmm.” Simon feels his eyelids lower, lets his voice deepen into something of a purr. “This is all very inconvenient, Ethan. If we weren’t currently running from drug runners, I’d say: let’s go back to the hotel room, and I’ll offer a demonstration.”

“Huh,” Ethan says.

“Unless you think we can be finished with these losers quickly,” Simon starts to muse—

He’s interrupted by Ethan turning around, putting one broad hand on the nape of Simon’s neck, and hauling him into a deep kiss.

“First to find their hideout gets first use of the shower,” Ethan says, right up against Simon’s lips—

And then he takes off down the platform.

“Cheater,” Simon calls.

He’s answered by laughter.

Oh, well, he thinks, giving chase. To be honest, there aren’t really any downsides to losing this one.

-

Send me a kiss for SaintSpy May!

#100 Kisses Challenge #saintspy #saintspy may #adi is a writer #ethan hunt #simon templar #ethan hunt x simon templar #reminder that these are warm-ups and I don't promise they're any good <3

[mci-writing]

How would the core four react to one of their friends finding a sex tape of them & their s/o? (Lol, just thought it would be funny)

Welcome to ‘I haven’t written Core Four Headcanons in a hot minute and really need to change that’! I’m your host, mci, and I really need to get my shit together-

Core Four’s Friend Saw More Than They Bargained For:

Midoriya Izuku:

His initial thought is: P A N I C

Of course it’s panic when Kacchan of all people finds his stash of his most intimate and lewd, pornography that star him and his partner

His second thought: embarrassment. Mostly because,,, y’know,,, Bakugou has seen his horde of recorded, intimate memories

For context: Midoriya keeps a few videos of your special time together stored in a special file for the trips where the two of you have to spend some time apart from each other

It’s heavily guarded by numerous passcodes and security questions to ensure that they don’t leak to the public. Unfortunately, those security measures are easy to bypass when you know Midoriya very well, like if you’re his partner or his childhood friend that knows him better than the back of their own hand

Enter: Bakugou Katsuki, who is really determined to get the files for their recent villain mission from Midoriya’s computer. It makes sense that he would keep a file with such high intel under severe security, but you’d think he’d have a better idea to not put pictures and videos of the lewdest parts of his sex life under his work files (we wouldn’t have a plot, otherwise)

Most of them are mostly you, either dressed up like a pin-up model and leaving nothing to the imagination or POV videos that mostly consist of you moaning like a bitch in heat while taking Midoriya’s cock

It’s enough to have Bakugou needing a minute to reset (and by reset, I mean rub one out) especially when he’s not used to seeing either of you like this, but it adds a whole other level to your teasing-

Midoriya is a little more than ashamed to be caught with the files and has Bakugou swear not to talk about it with anyone, especially not you. You tease him enough about it as is and he really wouldn’t be able to handle more of you found out the Bakugou got the slightest glance

“So you’re into fucking degradation too, damn nerd?” “K-Kacchan!”

Yeah, he’s definitely not living it down, especially when Bakugou has made a little too many close call comments that it’s enough for you to catch on to what happened

Bakugou Katsuki:

Motherfucker is smug as hell

The Bakusquad stumbles upon it by sheer accident during a movie night at the Bakugou residency

You’re popping more popcorn for the ravenous bastards while Bakugou’s taking a breather from all the energy

The others are picking out the next movies when Kaminari finds a plain CD labeled “Home Movie 💋”

He assumes that maybe it’s just some old videos and that maybe now they’ll finally get to see some baby Bakugou (especially bc anytime Mitsuki tried to show them any baby pictures, Bakugou would have a field day with a side of sewer apples) so he pops the cd in without thinking of the plausible repercussions for this decision.

Instead of cute, destructive, baby Bakugou, the gang is met with Bakugou setting up a camera and, eventually, they’re watching him bang your brains out

It’s filthy and sensual and passionate and personal and very hot, like uber hot-

And Bakugou is not happy when he walks back in to see your precious home movie on display for those fucking idiots and they’re all hustling to turn it off at the sight of Bakugou fuming in the doorway

There’s a pride in his anger as they all grovel at his feet to apologize and you’re very, very confused when you come back with a big bowl of popcorn in your hands to the sight of all of your friends pleading for forgiveness and a very familiar amateur film on the screen behind them,,,

Iida Tenya:

Oh

Oh god

Oh fuck

Lol jk! There’s no way that anyone has seen a naughty video of Iida and his partner! They don’t do that

What do you mean it was leaked and uploaded to the interwebs? That’s literally impossible bc they only make love in the most vanilla way-

Okay, okay, I’m fucking with you. That leaked sex tape was totally of you and Iida getting it on

But the public has been lead to believe that it is but a really good deepfake

Iida is gaslight, gaslight, gaslight about it with yours and his friends tho

Behind closed doors, he’s super proud and even a little excited about it, but for image and pr reasons, no one has a fucking clue that he actually posted it

It was his idea and it shows off the lewdest sides of Iida that the world has never seen and will never see again

There’s someone out there that knows that it’s not a fake, but they’ll never be able to prove it bc Iida is paying big fucking money to ensure that no one knows the truth

Todoroki Shouto:

“Huh…? Oops”

OOPS?! SOMEONE SAW YOUR LEWD IMAGERY AND YOU CAN ONLY SAY OOPS-

He’s… unbothered. Really unbothered.

The situation itself was a bit of an accident

Just accidentally sent the wrong file to Midoriya and he realized way too late

It was supposed to be some criminal files involving a recent murder case. He wanted Midoriya’s opinion on the matter, but he instead sent a video that he thought was stored away in another place and he realized waaaaaay too late

Like, Midoriya opening it and telling him he sent him a video of his s/o touching themselves while sucking Todoroki off too late

Todoroki apologizes, but he isn’t bothered by the accident. He’s relatively uncaring

So uncaring that Midoriya’s wondering if he really sent it on accident or not

That’s not gonna stop Todoroki from making jokes about Midoriya seeing a little more than he bargained for, but he otherwise is pretty calm

No one knows why he’s so calm

Except his s/o, who knows he’s getting a kick out of the situation

Midoriya is feeling awkward and Todoroki is asking if the video is giving professional porn vibes

Pleaaaaaase get yo man’s, he is unfiltered and bragging about how good you are at taking his dick and Midoriya is suffering

#midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #iida tenya #iida tenya x reader #iida x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader

[mysterycharacterbracket]

Round L7, Poll #4

Remember, this is the losers bracket. The winner of this poll will advance to the 8th round, and the loser will be revealed and eliminated.

Character 243: He's a fictional pop star (played by a real life pop star) with some insane gender and questionable morals. Amateur detective on the side. Would literally rather kill people then talk about his feelings. Big feral cat energy.

Character 40: hes a 5'6 illiterate janitor who survived an abortion and eats cat food to go to sleep. he unironically believes in ghouls. he got dragged out of a mall kicking and screaming for biting the mall santa. his hobbies include "magnets", wandering the sewers naked, and looking for denim and crabs under bridges. he pulls his teeth out with his bare hands. he has a gay boy bestfriend and they faked their own death together. he has fifty stray cats who sleep in his alleyway. he drinks paint and eats chalk. he has perfect pitch and he's never eaten a strawberry.

#mystery character bracket #polls #round L7 #batch L7.1

[trynadollsiesplay]

Hand sewing after a long time 😅

#rainbow high #michelle st. charles #amateur sewer #hand sewing #it's bad but I tried lmao #the back isn't finished... I need to find my velcro again. I need to sort that draw #but I screwed up the pattern #the waist is off #I see why people zigzag stitch now #but that's another huge chunk of time sewing. More equations to find the middle line #figuring it out is hard #a next step maybe #but I'm still working out my options #talking in the tag you're welcome #I'm just doing some reflection here lmao. soz rip #I know it's not what I'd usually post #I'mma just trying though #lol

[lilanxiousramenboy]

Reasons

it’s you

my reason

my reason for smiling

my reason for dreaming

my reason for laughing

my reason for crying

my reason for fighting

my reason for trying

my reason for staying

my reason for falling

my reason for loving

and so,

my reason?

it’s you

it’s always been you

it will always be you

Context/Story for the Poem

⚠️trigger warning⚠️

(mention of sh and sewerslide)

i’ve been going through a really rough time and not many people are there for me in this tough time but i have one person who is there for me and who is amazing in so many ways and they’re great at reminding me as many times as i need that they’re there for me and they care about me. i struggle with thoughts of sewerslide and also struggle with sh. this person is the only one who i feel like really understands me and knows how to support me with these struggles. they are the reason i keep going.

Other songs to accompany this poem:

#tw mention of sh #tw mention of sewerslide #sh #self h@rm #depression #sewer slide #poetry #my poetry #amateur poetry #simp #i am a simp #help idk how to tag #Spotify

[hotshotblackburn]

The Airs of Rebel's Outopos

Not every night in the new city is the same.

Inspired by a recent post and challenge - accessible here - that created "Airs of X" for their character's version of the City in Silver. Thought I'd have a go at trying the same.

The following city may include: spiders, militants, the breaking of cosmic law for ideological and personal gain, and fungi.

0: Beyond the walls, the distant crack of a gunshot.

1-3: Something humped and many-legged scuttles across the façade of a building, then is gone.

4-6: Shadowy figures cluster around a communal bonfire, laughing and chatting.

7: Tracklayers kneel around a patch of soil and pull strange-shaped devices from the dirt. Some devices hum. Others tick.

8-10: A hinge-hound nudges your side and whines in search of a pet. A bloody Ministry badge dangles from its lower-left jaw.

11-14: Urchins shriek and whoop from the roof-tops as they set off unlicensed fireworks at each other.

15-18: A visiting hobbyist looks on with awkward thanks as her automobile is pulled from the muck by a horse-sized, moon-eyed monitor lizard.

19-22: Spiders spill from an open sewer hatch in a shimmering, emerald tide.

23-26: Moonlight washes gently over the street. Somewhere else, the Internationale is played on union pipes.

27-30: A Young Stag recent to the city walks tentatively, but openly hand-in-tentacle with his rubbery nurse paramour.

31-34: A sudden clearing of the crowd: a reiver patrol has returned to the city. The booming calls and clicks of their terror birds reverberate in the bones.

35-38: False-skeletons from the Bone Market are an increasingly popular novelty fad. Most inhabitants find them kitsch. Some find them aspirational.

39-42: Noises erupt from an ampitheatre. Some are the cheers of the crowd. Some are the bellows of ancient creatures. Some are like nothing you have ever heard.

43-45: Anarchists and cladesfolk from the Roof conduct illicit business in open plazas. Weapons for allies; metal for flesh.

46-49: Phosphorescent scarab hives score mesmeric ribbons of viric and apocyan in the air. Passersby yawn and remember their beds.

50: The city’s vitality leads to miniature ecosystems within the depths of the costermongers’ carts. Leechberries parasitize the helpless flanks of the thunder melons but flee from the predation of needle-carrots. All hide from the vakeapple.

51-53: Amateur aero-enthusiasts and beast-breeders alike surround a recently-docked balloon from the Roof. Talk is already forming of a locally-grown air fleet.

54-57: The side of a wall is plastered with broadsheets, posters, hand scrawled drawings: faces of officials, constables, factory owners. A new arrival walks up to carefully, methodically cross out the face of an Iron and Misery overseer.

58-61: Webs shroud a cluster of streets like banners. Handmade signs advertise the services of silk weavers, scrimshanders, venom mixologists.

62-65: Raucous youth assemble for a trip to London. There is furious argument over whether to see the Museum of Prelapsarian History or Museum of Injustice first.

66-69: Poets of the Nocturnal Ooze movement seek inspiration in the city’s fungal-commons. The more fortunate find their lips and pens fecund with creative spore. The less fortunate are attacked by blemmigans.

70-73: Mist forms on the opposite side of a mirror. The eyes of the aurochs are upon you.

74-76: Tracklayers hack away at undergrowth recently and rapidly sprouted up through an alleyway. The city’s vitality is appreciated, but occasionally overwhelming.

77: Banners with popular phrases of resistance are plentiful on festival days. ‘CAST OFF THESE CHAINS’. ‘DUSK BEFORE DAWN’. ‘DO NOT FORGET. DO NOT FORGIVE’.

78-80: The rattling of an osteomonger’s tambourine. Bones! Bones for the picking!

81-83: Urchins crowd around the storefront of a recently-immigrated Unsettling Toymaker. They stare at a City Seeding automaton with longing and awe.

84-86: A field of puffballs explodes into a cloud of white, soft spores. For a few moments, it is as if false-winter has come to the city.

87-90: A diplomatic deviless discusses opportunities for collaboration with an opportunistic insurgent, mandibles slowly scraping at a tin of tobacco.

91: The air is hazy, clotted and copper-scented. The heart races; the teeth bare. Someone is committing Red Science.

92: Around the armory, the earth shudders and metal screams in birthing-cry: another mortar-beast claws its way out from the dirt to add to the city’s defenses.

93: Shapelings of all forms relax in an amber spring, bathing and contorting their flesh in novel configurations. It is difficult not to stare.

94: Droplets of slobber on your shoulders. Many eyes, watching. You curse whoever decided to hatch enough brachiating spindlewolves for them to breed true.

95: A visiting academic runs from a nearby lecture hall with pale face and heaving breath. “The sigils,” they moan. “They just…cut open the sigils!”

96: A dirigible from Station VIII drifts closer than it should have. Howitzer-beasts stir. Rockets sprout like teeth. A hush falls over the city for several hours.

97: Here, the city’s walls are slick with a viscid slime-mold that stains crimson and splotches like a fresh bruise. Is the city remembering an injury it once suffered? An injury it once inflicted?

98: A furious rain falls tonight, far from the tepid drizzles of London. By tomorrow morning, the city’s walls will have sprouted further still.

99: Tonight the walls drip with amber and the scent of lemon wafts from underneath the city: an auspicious time, according to local legend, for creating new beasts and new families.

100: For the briefest of moments, you can feel the pulse of the city’s heart. For the briefest of moments, there is no light, no cold, no death: only dark, warmth, and vitality. This is the Liberation of Night.

#fallen london #the city in silver

[strangler-fish]

Heya Bastards! Local sewer rat here!

Hiya, I’m Rowan, also known as Deranger, or strangler-fish(or just fish), an amateur artist and animator!

They/He please! ^^

• Current fandoms are Hello Charlotte, YTTD, Witch’s heart, Needy streamer overload, and Etheranes other games. (TWCFTW and MRSIS)

• Autistic! Please use tone tags ;-;

• Mostly post art here under its tag!

• Feel free to bug me! I find it fun!

• Drawing requests are appreciated ^^

My side blog is @daily-bucket-girl! Kanna! Every day!

My AU blog is here!

||Tags!||

- #stranger’s-drawings: pretty self explanatory. Art tag.

- #strangler.txt: usually text posts or things I’m asking you bastards.

- #L bozo(friend tag): me bugging the hell out of my friends! How fun!

- #oc art: self explanatory.

#about time I make an intro post huh #strangler.txt #strangler’s drawings #📌 #l bozo (friend tag) #oc art

[sewingsillythings]

TOS Dress Failures Post

So as I mentioned, I'm beginning a little post here about things I did wrong with my first (yellow) Star Trek: TOS dress, and in the coming days I'll post a few updates about my second (red) dress, and try to show off what I'm doing differently! I am very much an amateur sewer, so maybe don't expect this to be super comprehensive, but I'm going to do my best to talk about the issues I had and just try to shed some light on what ended up being a pretty bare bones pattern. So much stuff I could have done better, some my own folly, some issues with the pattern.

To give you an idea, this is everything that came with the pattern:

The instructions page is double sided, but the other side is just a sizing chart and recommended fabric types, in fact, the instructions occasionally mentioned diagrams that I did not receive, however, from my scouring the internet, this really is the best pattern if you want the right looking fit of the tos skant dresses, so I went with it anyway.

Some of the issue I ran into were:

Length: The little I saw online did suggest you lengthen the skirt and yeah, they were right. I did try to do this, but my lack a familiarity with the patterns made it really inconsistent.

Although the front is actually a good length, it's uneven because I tried to eyeball it (laziness strikes again), and the back (which I obviously didn't do as well) is waay too short for me to consider wearing in public. But the main issue was, being new to the pattern, I didn't realize that piece 'C' would also be forming part of the hemline, leading to this:

As you can see this was a combo of my own follies and lack of comprehensive instructions.

Solution: add a specific amount of CMs to the pattern length and add it every piece (except the H&D sleeve pieces). I will make a post about this when I begin cutting my red fabric to show you all exactly what I'm doing, because I want to make some more measurements before I settle on a length.

2. Sleeves: The guides also said the lengthen and widen the sleeves, which I didn't do but definitely should have, I ripped so many seams just trying it on because the sleeves were too tight:

I also used super stretchy fabric for this yellow dress, so with the cotton I'm using this time I will definitely have to be careful about adding a fair amount of width.

I will say the sleeve length is more of a matter of taste, but for an accurate costume I want them at least to my wrists, and this pattern's sleeve barely reached them, so lengthening is also a good idea. It's always easier to take something in than to let it out!

Solution: Add a few cm to the sleeve width and length, I will probably be doing 5cm extra for both because it's a nice round number, and gives me some wiggle room. For Americans in the audience this is about 2 inches.

3. Zipper: With the stretchy fabric I used I almost definitely did not need a zipper. So I didn't fully put it in. Basting the zipper is step 5 of the pattern, so I just sort of... basted it in and then never fully attached it or made the zipper opening because I was confused about where it went. This is where the pattern insists I should have been following a diagram I did not have:

But I did have the little picture, where the zipper is hidden in the pleat, like so:

As you can see there is supposed to be a slit in the fabric for the zipper to peek through, but the fabric I used was stretchy enough that I could basically just pull it on. Therefore, I never actually cut the slit and just pulled it on. With my less stretchy cotton I will have to put in a zipper, which will be okay because I figured out how to do it properly.

Solution: Instead of sewing the zipper all the way down right away (what I did) you are only supposed to sew it to the top part of the pattern, and leave the hidden/skirt part to sew in later. To be fair, the pattern does say this, I was just confused about the pleating due to my inexperience which led to confusion about the zipper. Generally though, next time, I will start at the top of the garment and work my way to the bottom... that maybe should have been obvious.

So those were the major problems I dealt with with this pattern, and they're also why I'm excited to try it again and make a better version!

I also had a lot of trouble with the pleating, but that was genuinely just my inexperience and not the pattern giving me issues. I could make another post about the problems I had with that if there are other beginners who might want some tips though.

#sewing #my sewing #dresses #clothes #star trek #tos #cosplay #costume making #guide #sewing guide