as a bug in a rug

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Took a break from comics to draw my favorite ladies!! I’m not in love with how this turned out, but they can’t all be winners!

I do like how their outfits came out though. I may do more with those sometime.

doctorbluesmanreturns  asked:

Five obscure Victorian or Gothic novels that no one ever talks about and you think need to be better known?

I need to delve a lot more into the early Anne Radcliffe era of gothic novels.  If any of my followers can rec stuff from that period (@atundratoadstool , @chthonic-cassandra , anyone?) then I will take them as recommendations as well!  Heck, recommend gothics from any historical period that I’ve overlooked and I’ll try to read them!

In no particular order…

The Beetle.  There’s a whole host of messy sexual and racial issues to unpack here, but it’s Dracula with bugs and one of the heroes is basically Doctor Doom and it’s just about peak gothic weirdness.

A Long Fatal Love Chase.  This one starts as a pulpy melodrama, then abruptly pulls the rug from under you and is a serious, terrifying portrayal of an abusive relationship where the villain and the heroine do love each other but it just doesn’t matter because he’s still tormenting her.  And nobody will get out of it alive.

Speaking of which, Louisa May Alcott’s short gothic stories in general are worth seeking out, especially Perilous Play, which was the inspiration for own story Affable Stoner Jonathan Harker.  There are a couple of collections out there, only one of which I’ve gotten ahold of, but I’m still trying!

Israel Rank: The Autobiography of a Criminal was the basis for two popular adaptations (Kind Hearts and Coronets and A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder) but is itself fairly obscure.  It’s a lot darker and nastier than the derivative works, but if I had my way the titular antihero would stand beside Dorian Grey and Lord Ruthven as one of the sickest, most compelling awful men in gothic fiction.  (Yes, I named my Fallen London character after him.  She’s going to be his great aunt.)

I’m not sure it really counts as obscure, but I’m going to include La Morte Amoureuse anyway.  It’s a sad, sexy vampire story from before sad, sexy vampires were the common denominator, and it’s a shame there haven’t been any adaptations (to my knowledge.)

Project?

Originally posted by sethkates


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Clay had an intention to finish their project. Would they be successful on doing it?

Word count: 1.270

Posted: 21st of April 2017

A/N: I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks I am receiving for my previous imagines with Clay and I would like to thank you for the support.
I love you as much as I love this cinnamon roll and I am so inspired to write 13 reasons why imagines.
Thank you for everything guys and I love you all.

P.S.: My requests for 13 reasons why are OPEN!

- G. x

Warning: (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour.


It has been a long and tiring day at school and to top it, you still had some projects to finish with your project buddy and best friend, Clay Jensen.

“Are you tired?” Clay worriedly asked you after he saw you yawning for the hundredth time now. “We can do it some other day, if you want. The due of the project is two weeks from now.”

“No,” You smiled at him as he was so caring and thoughtful. “it’s fine, Clay.”

“Are you sure?” He assured as he parked your bike beside his.

“I am sure, Clay!” You playfully slapped him with your black binders and you rolled your eyes as he was starting to annoy you.

“Alright, alright.” He huffed as he gave up on reassuring you. He then looked at you, pretending to be annoyed because of your actions. “Fine then.”

“Finally,” You were relieved when you both headed to his house’s doorstep. “thank God.”

“What? Finally, we are home or finally, I stopped annoying you?” He raised an eyebrow as he opened the door with his keys.

“Both!” You honestly answered and you both entered the Jensen’s home laughing and guffawing, as if something was really funny about it.

“It seems like you are both happy.” You heard a sweet voice coming from the living room.

“At least, you are honest.” He winked at you but quickly turned his head to the living room as he saw his Mum staring at him. “Oh mum, don’t you have any work for today?”

“I wanted to bring these stuffs at home.” She waved some papers that were in her hands and you noticed Clay shaking his head. You then carefully looked around the house. It was clean and perfectly in order. “(Y/N)?”

“Oh, yup!” Clay smiled a little bit and he pulled you to enter the living room with him. You hated him at that moment since you were somehow shy, of course, but you quickly felt comfortable and at home when you saw his mother smiling.

“Lainie!” You smiled at her and she smiled back at you. You met Clay’s mother during the parents’ meeting at your school. “How are you?”

“I’m stressed for works and for my rebellious son right here.” She pointed at the messy piles of papers on her desk and then at Clay. You just laughed as you saw Clay pouting.

“I can imagine.” You nodded, agreeing for what she has just said. “Clay’s been stressing me too.”

“What?!” Clay looked at you and he pretended to be offended for what you have just confessed. His mum laughed and you flashed him an apologetic smile as he rolled his eyes in response.

“Mum, we’re finishing our assigned project in my room.” Clay then said, turning serious as he changed the topic.

“Sure.” Lainie smiled and you flashed her a sweet smile, before you headed to the stairs with Clay. “(Y/N), does it bother you having dinner with us?”

“Of course not, I would voluntarily join you.” You kindly said and you noticed Clay smiling widely while he stood beside you. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” Lainie sympathetically answered and Clay started going upstairs. “Clay?”

“Mum?” He suddenly stopped in the middle of the stair and you almost bumped him.

“Leave your room’s door open.” You giggled at hearing his mum’s reminder.

“Oh my God, Mum!” Clay whined and it made you laugh even more. He continued going upstairs and he led you to his room, leaving the door open like what his mother has reminded him. “Idiot, you are having so much fun here, eh?”

“Oh, shut up Jensen!” You flashed him a death glare as you carelessly plopped your things on his desk. “Shall we start?” Your gaze softened and he flashed you his flat smile, nodding.

“Yup.” He shortly answered and he started to get the materials that you needed to conclude your project.

You both spent the time doing your project, but it didn’t mean that you were serious and deadpan. He kept on doing silly things to make you laugh and to keep you awake. Clay Jensen – that adorable and dorky man that you’ve always liked because he was himself whenever you were with him. Who wouldn’t love him? Everybody would.

“Clay, you are an idiot!” You exclaimed when he poked fun of himself.

“It’s true that you considered me as a nerd when you first met me. Don’t lie.” He ranted as he was trying to cut a piece of paper for the almost finished project.

“It’s not true!” You lied through your teeth. He was right, you really considered him as one of those nerds, one of those good-looking nerds.

“I would kiss you so you would shut your mouth up!” Clay blurted out and your eyes both grew wide. You looked at him putting his scissors and paper down on the floor and he looked straight into your (Y/E/C) orbs.

“Clay?” You stopped yourself from doing anything and you stared at Clay as he bit his red bottom lip. He was shocked too, but he perfectly knew that he couldn’t take his words back anymore.

He created an awkward pace between the two of you, but then you suddenly found yourself closing your eyes and leaning forward, maybe copying Clay’s actions too.

A little moment later, you felt two soft lips on yours and you both slowly deepened the kiss, him constantly pulling your body closer to him. He caressed your cheek as he lingered the taste that your lips allowed and you had your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt some sort of sparks and nervousness, even though you imagined this scene in your head for uncountable times now.

He was about to close the door, but you both heard some footsteps and you suddenly broke the kiss, both scared to be caught.

“Guys, dinner is ready.” You both looked where the deep voice came from and you both nodded, still astonished for the happening between the two of you. Matt, Clay’s father, had a smirk on his face before going back downstairs and you wondered if he saw everything.

“C’mon?” You nodded as your thoughts faded away and you both followed his father.  “That was perfect.” You flashed him an embarrassed but happy smile.

“It was.” You agreed as you both entered the dining room. You could bet that you saw Clay blushing and smiling widely, you couldn’t be wrong with that.

When you entered the room, you saw his parents smiling widely and you both got into your places, so you could start having your dinner.

“How’s your project going on?” Lainie has asked with a bright smile on her face. You looked at Clay, giving him the cue that it was his turn to answer.

“Fine, it’s almost finished.” Clay has said as he tried to chew his food slowly.

“Oh, project?” Matt has asked and you noticed Clay widened his eyes. “Your project consists of kissing and cuddling?”

“Dad!” Clay protested and you both became crimson red in your face and you felt a burning sensation in your whole body. You were embarrassed and dumbfounded.

“Congrats!” His parents said in unison and they both laughed as they saw your reaction. Clay then caressed your hand under the table to calm you down and you both laughed together with his parents.

“Another reason why my door should be shut.” Clay jokingly said. “Always.”

“You have a point in there, buddy!” His father agreed and you all laughed as you felt more relaxed, welcomed and snugged as a bug in a rug.


What I Learned About IDW Transformers  Characters From Tumblr

Rodimus 

- smol jock
- a fukboi
- jerk that means well
- self-esteem issues  
- wants Optimus-Sempai to notice him
- only notices him when he’s been Bad
- so Sempai put him on the Punishment Boat
- looks cool
- (acts like he) thinks he’s cool
- isn’t cool
- irresponsible
- Drifts BFF
- co-captain
- is a bad co-captain

Megatron

- Voldemort
- noms sparks
- has an Uber Deluxe spark
- portal guts????
- how does that work???
- u stab him and then ur knife’s in China???????
- secret nerd
- lame poetry
- said fuck the police
- the police beat him up
- so he turned TEH EVUL
- and beat up the world
- so the world’s sorta not alive anymore
- wasn’t quite the goal but w/e
- v STRONG
- and now he’s an Autobot??????????
- now he’s not so strong because the Autobots gave him Bad Juice
- co-captain
- gun

Rung

- it’s da…. THERAPY MAN
- “hey rang”
- “hey run”
- “hey rag”
- “hey ran”
- “hey reng”
- “hey rug”
- “hey rong”
- “hey ring”
- “hey rign”
- is a saint
- cute
- dad friend
- giANT NERD
- likes model ships
- a d o r a b l e
- polite as fuck
- would be a good boyfriend
- and a good dad
- or just a good friend
- how in fucks name do people forget him
- he’s so fuCKIN nICE DUdE
- I WANT A HUG FROM HIM
- AND I WANT HIM AS MY THERAPIST
- I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD NEVER JUDGE ME
- smol luv bug
- useless alt mode
- TONS OF POCKETS
- functionists are the worst dude i agree

Ratchet

- a Good Man
- has Suffered
- tired and grumpy
- slaps people with wrenches
- a bit mean
- but as i said
- a Good Man
- “DOCTOR DOCTOR”
- “what is it >:(”
- “WHATS THIS STRANGE WART ON MY AFT?”
- “a physical manifestation of your stupidity”
- needs a break
- but work never sleeps
- has seen too many dead people
- BFFs with Optimus

Starscream

- LEADER OF CYBERTRON
- THATS MORE THAN YOU EXPECTED, ISNT IT?
- THATS WAY BETTER THAN JUST “Leader Of The Decepticons”
- A+ JOB DUDE
- DIDNT EXPECT THIS MUCH!!
- I happy for you pal!!!
- huh, what’s that?
- ur seeing dead people?
- um…
- have u talked to Rung about that?
- no?
- I’ll set up an appointment….
- *whispers* yikes…. he’s got some issues….

Tailgate

- smol bean
- cute
- pure
- but he lies sometimes
- fell in a fucking hole and was stuck for like 10000000000000 years
- poor kid
- said he works in bomb disposal
- he doesnt
- kid please
- stay away from bombs
- you don’t need to impress people
- you’re impressive already :)
- is roommates with Mr. Grumpy Skeleton Face
- Grumpy Skeleton Face no likey
- at first
- now they are totes in love and have tons of gay sex
- tons
- so don’t mess with baby face here or you’re in for a beating

Cyclonus

- grump
- understandable since he’s in an alternate universe
- and all the people he knew are gone
- now he’s stuck with some losers on a ship
- but w/e
- cause now he has a tiny boyfriend
- that’s pretty great
- what’s not great is that time he fucked up his face
- and broke his horn
- shit sucks man
- he’s ok now
- I think
- man who am I kidding
- no one in this fucking universe is ‘ok’
- poor saps

We’ve got obsessions...

Anonymous said to the-modern-typewriter:
Hero seeing villains lair for first time (villain is obsessed with hero)

 Anonymous said to the-modern-typewriter:
Hellllloooooo!!! Sorry if I’m late to the absolutely beautiful villain and hero prompt party but I just discovered your MAGNIFICENT blog!!! I was just wondering if you could do a couple of prompts where the villain is completely obsessed with the hero? Like to the point of stalking them, wire tapping their room, keeping mementos from battles, etc?


1) There is nothing quite so unnerving as coming across pictures of your own face in unexpected places. The hero stared, mouth going utterly dry, as they moved closer to the walls of the villain’s lair. There had to be photos of the hero from every day going back years - long before they’d ever even known the villain existed. A cold chill ran down their spine. In files, there were confidential medical records going down to old child health reports, notes on favourite colours, school projects, scans of online activity. The hero felt utterly infected. Like some awful virus had seeped across every inch of their life. On a shelf, there were specks of blood that must have been scraped up off the floor after a fight. 
“It’s impressive, isn’t it?”
Startled, the hero whipped around.


2) The hero pressed a finger to their companion’s lips, before moving over to the rug and pulling it up to indicate the small bug hidden underneath. Their companion’s eyes widened. The hero put on pounding music before picking up a pen and scrawling a note. 
/Playing along for now, so they don’t suspect. Feeding false information./
And yet, their companion had never seen them look so stressed.


3) “I made it for you,” the villain said. “All of this is for you. Don’t you miss home?” The lair was an exact and unnerving replica - down to the same bed, the same records and posters on the wall, as if the clock had sped back. It even smelled the same. “You’ll want for nothing.”
“Except freedom.”
“You don’t like it?” Abruptly, the look on the villain’s face turned dangerous. 


4) “You’re not going to kill me, you’re obsessed with me. Let’s not lie.”
“You think I wouldn’t rather have you dead than in the hands of somebody else?” The villain returned, really in far too pleasant a tone. “Let’s not lie.”

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candles

(this is for sen she killed me)


It is summer. Outside the inn, the cicadas have quieted and it’s the crickets that take over, white noise, white music, lulling the boys to sleep. The breaths of heavy sleep can be heard alongside the whir of the fan passing over the room. It smells of tatami mats and Kaminari’s feet, one foot poking Bakugou’s upper arm. His snores sound like whines, just irritating enough that Bakugou’s resting face is that of a scowl.

He considers shoving Kaminari, or more likely, kicking him, but that would require moving, and all four limbs are distant from Bakugou, heavy as concrete and unmovable as the komainu guards that stood outside the inn. He should be sleeping. He needs to be sleeping. Tomorrow, the training camp begins.

Still, there’s the expectant air of something about to happen–the moment before a match is lit, a breath held in until lungs burst, a pause of silence between songs. The room is scattered with pillows and blankets from a pillow fight two hours ago, and the room is heavy with a sense of contentment, apparent in the way Tokoyami cocoons himself in his blanket and Midoriya rests a hand on Iida’s chest. Shouji’s arms splayed out wide and Aoyama with his eyemask on.

Bakugou is wired–restless energy from the pillow fight? Fresh, summer air? Or the tension of training camps past, of being stolen away by villains in the dark.

Bakugou sits up, cards his fingers through his hair.

There’s a beat of silence, and then, “You’re awake?”

Todoroki’s voice is barely above a whisper, dream-like and soft, volume concealed by the sound of the fan. A breeze passes over Bakugou, making his hair flutter. Two sleepers over, Todoroki’s hair ruffles, too. He sits up.

“Go to sleep, idiot,” Bakugou hisses. “I’m not staying up.”

“You feel it, too.”

Bakugou holds his breath. He lets out a louder sigh than he intends. Lying back down, he turns his back on Todoroki. “Doesn’t matter. Night.”

The hair on the back of his neck prickles. He hears the telltale sound of a comforter being pushed back and the gentle thumping of movement across the mats.

If I close my eyes and go to sleep, he will go away, Bakugou thinks.

He manages to ignore Todoroki for a grand total of three minutes before he shoves back his own comforter and sits up, teeth pulled away from his gums. “What.”

Todoroki is sitting seiza at the foot of his bed. “You’re awake,” he says.

“‘Cause I can feel you breathing down my neck, shitstick. Take a hike and get out of my bed.

“We should welcome in summer together,” Todoroki says.

“Do you actually ever listen to people?” Bakugou asks.

“I used to do it with my sister,” he says. “I’m too restless to go to sleep. So are you.”

“I’ll have you know I love sleeping,” Bakugou says. “Get tucked in real fucking tight, snug as bug in his own fucking rug, away from creepy sleep-watchers and their weird-ass ideas.”

“You feel it,” Todoroki says. “Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s breath catches. “I told you not to–even if it’s dire–”

Todoroki holds up one finger, and a tiny flame lights from the end of it. Bakugou flinches. The candlelight reflects in Todoroki’s odd-colored eyes, shiny as glass. It lights a dull glow across molten, scarred skin, bumpy and rough-around-the-edges as the scar’s owner. It casts a shadow across the shape of Todoroki’s mouth, just too close to not-not-smiling to make it hard to look at him.

“Fine,” Bakugou says.

“Repeat after me,” Todoroki says. “Welcome, cicadas.”

“Welcome, cicadas,” Bakugou mutters.

“Welcome, crickets.”

“Welcome–this is so fucking stupid.”

“Just do it.”

A grunt. “Welcome, crickets.”

“Welcome, fireflies.”

“Welcome, fireflies.”

“Welcome, watermelons.”

“Welcome, watermelons.”

“Welcome, sunburn.”

“Welcome, sunb–you’re fucking with me. You’re actually just fucking with me. Is this even a family tradition?”

Todoroki really smiles now, one edge of his mouth turning up and his eyes crinkling. Bakugou moves his glare from Todoroki’s face to the fire at the tip of his finger.

Suddenly, the light goes out.

“Wh–” Bakugou starts.

“We have to seal it,” Todoroki says. “Seal the welcome.” His voice is much, much softer. Bakugou leans forward a little to catch his words.

“Seal it? How? Wait, why the fuck do I care? It’s bull–” Todoroki’s fingers feather along Bakugou’s jaw and he jerks away upon contact, heart racing. Todoroki’s hands hover in the no man’s land between their bodies for a moment. When he moves forward again, leaning forward on his knees, Bakugou doesn’t move. His fingers settle along Bakugou’s cheekbones, pinkies curling under his chin. The callouses on his fingers make Bakugou’s skin tingle. They’re not soft hands, but the hands of a hero and a hard-worker–someone who poured blood, sweat, and tears into his craft.

Through the moonlight that seeps into the room, Bakugou can make out the smile on Todoroki’s face. “We seal it with a kiss.”

Bakugou’s heart stutters. He scowls. He didn’t remember giving it permission to do that.

He feels Todoroki’s exhale as he breathes out. “Kiss me, Katsuki,” Todoroki says.

Bakugou’s hand has found its way to his shirt, clutching at the material over his chest. He doesn’t remember telling it to do that, either. “This is stupid,” he mutters. “This is stupid, you’re stupid, this whole thing is,” he takes a breath, “fucking stupid.”

Todoroki presses his forehead to Bakugou’s, their noses brushing. “Kiss me, Katsuki,” he says again. And then, “Please.”

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Bakugou thinks, and he pecks Todoroki on the mouth lightning quick.

“There,” he says. “Sealed.”

“Okay,” Todoroki says.

“It’s just for your stupid summer tradition,” Bakugou says. “That’s all.”

“Okay.”

“Which is still bullshit, by the way.”

“Okay.”

“And it doesn’t mean anything, so don’t go telling Deku about…whatever.”

“Okay.”

“And–” Bakugou says, but the words are slipping from his mind because Todoroki’s thumb is on his bottom lip and he can feel the puff of Todoroki’s breath not even an inch from his mouth and Todoroki’s eyes are half-lidded, and it’s all just very warm, and without really giving it much thought, he’s kissing Todoroki.

Todoroki’s fingers are rough but his mouth is soft, none of the sharp words he wields when he picks fights with Bakugou, a choice insult thrown in like a dagger to the side, no, this–this is the smile he wears when he’s helpful to a classmate, the brush of his hair against Bakugou’s palm when he swipes at him while dueling, the press of his cheek on Bakugou’s shoulder when he falls asleep on him on the train.

This is I know you and I have yet to know you and I want to know you, the questioning tilt of Todoroki’s head and the suggestion of tongue. They don’t French but they do kiss, the sound sweet as a cricket’s song when they part. Bakugou thinks he’s in a fever dream, even though the height of summer has yet to arrive and the fan still blows cool air across them every now and then. He feels that if he stops kissing Todoroki he will wake up and it will have never happened.

When Todoroki parts from him, he whispers, “Welcome, summer.”

Bakugou whispers, “Welcome, summer.”

anonymous asked:

Boys taking care of their baby when they're sick?

Shu: 

~Shu is the ultimate nap buddy. 

~Believes that rest is the key to recovery

~ Makes sure the child also eats soft, easy to settle foods.

Reiji:

~Will try to fashion his own herbal cure, don’t try to stop him

~Doesn’t understand how or why his child got sick but will try to cure them anyways

~Is the most patient if the kid gets whiny and will more or less keep them bedridden 

Ayato:

~Dad-sama will make soup

~Dad-Sama cannot make soup

~Dad-sama needs help

Laito: 

~Sets them up as comfortably as possible and lets them watch their favorite movies.

~Will snuggle if the child asks and is in need of comfort

~ Most protective, no one is allowed to come near is child for fear of bringing in more infection.

Kanato:

~Pajama. Party.

~Insists light, delicate sweets will help the child feel better.

~Mostly just snuggles with the child and reads storybooks.

Subaru:

~Oh Fuck. 

~He is not a happy camper.

~Does his best to comfort his child while maintaining a safe distance so he doesn’t hurt them and add to their discomfort.

Ruki:

~Makes the best freaking soup.

~Reads his child stories and makes sure they are the snuggest bugs rugs ever met. Is also more patient with his sick child.

~10/10 best Dad to have when sick. 

Kou:

~Help.

~He really wants to make them feel better. He just doesn’t know how.

~How long does a thermometer take to measure a temperature?!

Yuma:

~Get ready to eat your veggies kids

~Probably makes them smoothies to help it all go down easier.

~Not bad but is still kinda clumsy when doing things like tucking them in or taking their temperature

Azusa:

~This is not good pain.

~When will you be better? Oh…. Well I’ll wait then.

~Hums lullabies and uses old herbal remedies he remembers from when he was a kid.

~Also broth. Not soup. Broth. Fight him.