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chemicallyyourss · 3 months

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Hey guys,

I’m new here and sort of wanted to introduce myself and ask for some advice/suggestions.

I’m somewhat new to tumblr- I’ve had accounts before, but never really fully understood how to work all the features, and still don’t, lol. So if there’s maybe a guide or something somewhere that would be uber helpful and appreciated for me!

I used to write quite a lot- both fanfiction-sorts and original works- mainly on Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, and AO3 (yes I know the distrust that comes with Wattpad users lol, but I was 14). I have always mainly written for The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer- my absolute favorite book series of all time and my comfort series as well- as well as some other fandoms like funny enough BBC Sherlock and Hamilton, and I had quite a lot that I wrote for The Lunar Chronicles. I’m really wanting to get back into the flow of writing and see about reposting my old works onto here in a master list and also working on some new ones, again both fanfiction and original. I’m also wanting to get more into drawing and such- fan art and other things. I never drew that much of fanart other than some sketches and designs and bookmarks that I mostly kept to myself, but I’d love to start making my own so that I can work more towards drawing specifically what I want to see, as I’m such a perfectionist and there’s not that much The Lunar Chronicles fanart especially for my favorite couple. I do do several forms of arts and crafts like crocheting, knitting, pottery, art, etc, and I especially did good with photography and realistic drawings and charcoal drawings, and I’d love to incorporate that and also get better at other types.

So I was looking into devices that could help me out and make it easier to do these things. I don’t really like writing on my phone, as the keyboard is so small and I like a wider view and such. I used to write on an iPad, but that was waaaay back in 2014 or so. It didn’t give me all the features I’d liked, but it was enough to do my main bit of writing. I’m not that informed about technology and such so I’ve been trying to look into what products may be best for what I want, like an iPad and keyboard, a MacBook, etc. I’m not that well off so I can’t necessarily just drop a thousand or so dollars on stuff, especially if it doesn’t work best for me. If anyone can respond or even message me with some ideas and resources and information as to what would be most beneficial all around for this sort of project, I would be so appreciative. Thank you so much!

**you can skip down to the other two asterisks if you don’t want to read all about me or get bored lol, please read below the bottom asterisks at the end though**

I guess I’d like to say a bit about myself as well. I know I don’t have my page strictly shown as a “The Lunar Chronicles” fan account, but that’s pretty much what it is, plus some poetry, quotes, landscapes, art, Adventure Time stuff, cats, and memes. You pretty much might as well view me as a Lunar Chronicles fan account lol. It sucks because I figure I may have a hard time getting seen and interacted with since I’m not broadly showing that I’m absolutely obsessed with the series, but I really want to get the word out while still maintaining my individuality on my page.

I started reading The Lunar Chronicles when Cress was coming out, I think right after Scarlet had been released. I was preeeetty young back then, which is a little embarrassing because back then most of the fans were in their 20’s and I was a teenager, but hopefully more people my age have found the series now. I won’t say how old I was back then, but I will say I’m 21 now lol. You can do the math yourself if you want.

My OTP is Kaider, Kai and Cinder. I legitimately adore them, like ridiculously so. They make me so giddy honestly lol. I wrote mainly for their ship, but rereading the series for maybe the 20th time, I am starting to adore Jacin and Winter as well. I just think Kai and Cinder are so underrated and overlooked a lot of the time. I loved writing for them and I’m an absolute sucker for their fanfictions, so if you find any or write any I haven’t already checked out, hit me up and I’ll devour it lol. And Id love to share my current works and hopefully future works! I was relatively young when I wrote them all, but I’ve always written quite a bit and been more talented at that more than anything else- not to brag, it’s just I’m mostly a one trick pony and that’s the trick lol.

So, I’m a 21 year old female from the USA, and have lived in a very small town for all of my life so far, but I’m trying to move to a midsize city with my husband soon. I’ve been married since May 2023, and I’ve been with my husband since 2019. We’ve known each other vaguely since middle school, but really started speaking maybe 2 months before we started dating lol. I have 3 pet cats, 2 calicos and a male tuxedo, all food names. I absolutely adore them lol. I used to take care of a feral colony, and got them all spayed and neutered and most rehomed to good families. I’m very passionate about TNR and animal rescue, and the fight against cat overpopulation. I’m a huge cat person. I do have a dog that I’m currently long term taking care of for a relative for the last year and a half, but none of my own.

I grew up a huge book nerd and was a gifted kid until about highschool, when I sort of burnt out and also started coming under some heavy struggles with mental health, stress, and issues at home. I grew up with a father suffering multiple issues including vascular dementia, which he’s now in the late stages of and is mostly bedridden. He’s a huge sensitive subject for me. I took care of him a bit growing up and my life was pretty much anything but ordinary and it was very stressful. I had to do a lot of things kids shouldn’t have to. We also struggled a lot with 2 disabled parents, so as soon as I was old enough, I got a job and started relying solely on my own income. I mostly worked 2 jobs in highschool.

My childhood is a whole wild story I could go on forever about and I’d be more than happy to if ever asked, but I’ll pretty well leave it at that for now.

I ended up joining a college program while still in high school to practice and study Culinary Arts. I then entered college with a major in Culinary Arts with a focus in Baking and Pastry Arts, and I also studied business and was working for a degree in Home Science Education. I wanted to teach culinary classes, probably in a highschool, and maybe have a cafe of some sort. Eventually I did drop out of college with no degree so far but quite a few certifications. I started to struggle with my mental health and physical health a lot, and I was very stressed and my father had declined drastically and I just couldn’t take it at the moment.

I worked in several fiends, including Food Service, Healthcare, Opticianry, Management, etcetera. I currently work in a hospital as part of Registration, but I really want to work towards a career in Human Resources, and maybe finishing my Culinary education.

Like I said above, I’m very passionate about cats and TNR, and I have supported tons of TNR programs and tried my best to help people out with resources and such so they can spay/neuter their pets and keep animals and stray/feral animals safe. I’m very against kill shelters and euthanasia. I’d love to either open a rescue or Cat Cafe of sorts maybe, or at least volunteer/work at one, and I’m currently trying to get involved in CASA work, as the struggle with my goddaughter and the rough custody battle against one absent parent was a lot and I really want to help out more kids like that.

I was actually raised Amish/Mennonite and converted out, which is funny. I always get tons of questions about that so feel free if you’re wondering. I speak English obviously, but I’m also semi-fluent in Spanish and I know just a little of Pennsylvania dutch, which is my areas dialect of Amish/Mennonite language (I’m not in/from Pennsylvania but we call it that). My husband and I are not Amish/Mennonite, and my husband has never been.

I identify as a cisgender queer woman, and I am diagnosed with OCD, PTSD, and MDD, and have always struggled with eating disorders. I’m very big on mental health advocating, as well as general welfare and health. I grew up without much healthcare and it’s been hard working to cover my bases, and I finally was diagnosed in 2021, the same year I was able to start taking care of myself without being held back. I also have some physical illness issues, including heart issues and kidney issues. The kidney issues were furthered from my mental health issues and consequences of long episodes and dark, sick times. I was extremely sick for a very long time but I’ve gotten a lot better, even though I do still have flare ups and occasional issues. I’m a pescatarian, for many reasons, including my eating issues, my love for animals, and namely my sister showing me a slaughter documentary when I was a toddler. I never really liked the taste anyways so it’s easy for me. I eat any seafood, eggs, and dairy, although dairy does make me bloat so I avoid it usually. I’m a coffee and caffeine snob and used to be a barista so I’m properly addicted and have a drink bar at my house for coffee, energy drink refreshers, and mixed alcoholic drinks. I support 3rd party politics, namely the Green Party.

I guess I’ll sort of wrap this up but going into what I like- my favorite color is black- haha- my favorite book series is The Lunar Chronicles as I said and my OTP is Kaider from that series, I like some other series like the Unwind series by Neal Shusterman, the original Sherlock Holmes series, and others, I love The Walking Dead series and I love Rich and Michonnes relationship from the tv show and Daryl and Carols relationship as well, I haven’t gotten to read all the comics but I’m working on it, and I’ve working through all the sister shows and spinoffs, my favorite movie/show genre is horror especially psychological horror. I love all of Jordan Peele’s movies and a lot of A24 horror movies. I never got to watch many classic or cult favorite movies and shows so I’ve been trying to work through them all. I watched Orange Is The New Black and adored it. I’d say my favorite shows so far are tied between BBC Sherlock (my comfort show) The Walking Dead and Adventure Time, which are both very personal to me. I don’t exactly have a favorite book genre, but I guess it would have to be dystopian/romance and comedy. Comedy anything is always good lol. I like quite a lot of music, mainly Classic Rock, Grunge, Rap, Trap Metal, Pop Rock, Underground, Alternative, Indie, and others. I was a semi theatre kid- semi because my school didn’t have drama or theatre and I couldn’t afford to go see many plays lol. I loved Hamilton, Heathers, Falsettos, Dear Evan Hanson, and others. I was a part of choir but I’m not too confident in my voice lol. I used to write a lot of fanfiction and original stuff as I said, and I also wrote and read poetry. My favorite poets were Charles Bukowski, Emily Dickinson, Robert M Drake, and Sylvia Plath. My favorite authors would probably be Marissa Meyer (though I haven’t read her other works other than TLC yet) and Neal Shusterman. Their writing style really appeals to me and I write somewhat similarly. I’d say my favorite bands are Queen, The Beatles, Hozier, SuicideBoys, and Rainbow Kitten Surprise. My favorite song of all time is Hey Jude.

I do have a tattoo, currently only one, but I’m planning more, one to commemorate my father and one to reference Adventure Time, and some for my cats. I currently have a geometrical and floral pattern on my sternum. I want more floral pieces as well besides the specific pieces I mentioned. I have several ear and cartilage piercings and I’m not planning on any body piercings besides my nose.

I am generally a big advocate for peace, equality, kindness, etcetera, and I mean that wholeheartedly. It takes a whole lot to get me messy and/or violent or mean. I’m very supportive and understanding and accepting of all things- besides legitimately morally wrong things that I don’t even want to name here. I’ll just say I’m lgbt+ supporting (and a member), BLM supporting, race issue awareness supporter, accepting and understanding of all genders sexualities religions backgrounds disabilities mental health issues etc, sexual assault and abuse awareness supporter and a victim, a mental and physical health advocate, against euthanasia and for TNR, am working towards HR work to better help the workforce and also working towards child advocacy and animal rights.

Aaaalllrighty, I think that’s more than enough. Thank you if you read much of any of that, feel free to inbox me or ask me anything, and please PLEASE if you have advice about the products I would need for writing and drawing please let me know!! I really want to get back into it and share my works.

Thank you!

Cat gif for tax (jammin)

#kaider #lunar chronicles #the lunar chronicles #my writing #writing #fanart #fanfiction #fanfic #drawing #artwork #new to tumblr #looking for friends #looking for advice #writing tools #drawing tools #about myself #introduction #introductory post #blog intro

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gale-heart · 1 month

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I may have gone a bit feral when I spotted that last store at the end of our trip (ever weak am I to the siren song of ink and parchment smell.) The result is that I now have a small grove’s worth of Thalassian literature eating up what little desk space I have left. I may have also failed to account for my less-than-fluent grasp of Thalassian before cracking the first book open.

That is fine. It’s not as if I went into this project expecting everything to be communicated in perfect Common. I have more than enough spare time on my hands to learn, and a paramour who speaks it as a first language.

Silvermoon is lovely. Very…red, at least the outdoor parts. And bright—I am afraid that my perpetual squinting may have made me look haughtier than usual. Thankfully they do incorporate other colors into their clothing, as evidenced by the new additions to my wardrobe (a surprising variety of purples, as any sensible people ought.) I really am trying to be mindful not to draw careless parallels with night elven culture or the crumbling remnant of the old Empire that I knew, and Charlotte did advise me that we saw a nicer part—but stars, it is the very opposite of what Eldre’thalas was by my time. To see a city of my distant kin not only still living, but clean and orderly, even thriving! To think that I could have known this, have been someone completely different had I merely the luck to be born on a different continent Then again, perhaps I ought not be so quick to envy. I’ve yet to see the Scar, but I’ve heard enough of Charlotte’s old pains to remind myself that these people have had their own decimation to reckon with. I was lucky to survive ogres, spirits, and my magic-starved elders; I doubt I would have survived the Scourge.

Anyways, the books. I fear it would have been pushing my luck to try for spell tomes—too many secrets to simply hand away, if they’re anything like the Highborne I knew—but they must have seen little enough harm in giving me what they did. Histories, several volumes’ worth (I don’t think I fully realized just how much can happen in one kingdom across several thousand years), an herbarium, art collection, poetry, gemstone compendium (mundane and magical), four novels, and…a cookbook. I’m not sure why that last one registered to me in my book-frenzied fugue, but I’ll not complain about having new fare to dabble in. Even without planning for Suramar, I shall be set for a few months’ studying at least. It’s a good thing I’m not required soon for any long voyages.

Speaking of learning, but wholly unrelated to elven culture. My ongoing education has dredged up yet another unexpected little revelation, courtesy of my aforementioned paramour. Well, three, strictly speaking, but one was rather more evil on my part and involves trying teeth next time, and the second I’m not ready to really consider the implications of yet.

For a long time, touch carried…certain connotations, that made me balk from it. From Eseria, I learned to equate another person’s hands on me with imminent pain. Then from the old man, I learned an entirely new beast of dread, and a self-loathing so insidious I spent years feeling unclean every time I remembered his hand at my neck.

For the first time, I brushed my own fingers over that same spot and thought, not with revulsion but with tentative curiosity: what if…?

I…think I could actually like it, if it came from her. Not even necessarily to escalate into anything further—I find myself yearning for more of those little physical gestures of affection, even if it’s as mundane as holding hands or leaning against each other. It’s an alien concept, very odd—yet certainly not unwelcome. Thank goodness she is fine with taking things slow.

I might be in trouble if she does that chin thing again, though. Gods be good, I think my knees nearly gave out with the way she PURRED at me like NOPE I am NOWHERE near brave enough to look at that too closely right now.

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(( @fionas-treasure-chest Charlotte mention))

#ic #character logs #journal

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asmilethatshines · 6 months

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Seriously I don't know how this Tumblr thingy works =))) how to reply? Why do people writing in tags? @@ I will try to figure it out on Sunday. As for now here we go another picture.

100 Theme Challenge - Variation 1 - 51. Sports

Description: I kinda cheat with this theme. Of course you can't expect me to draw masculine men running round doing the heavy sports *sweat drop* (dang it if I could I would *cries*) so I kind of googled: Is chess a sport? Is dart a sport? And it said yesssss xDDD So here we have Mello and Near playing chess and darts (as sports)

Author's notes: - Here I want to introduce to you the other side of the sofa in Near's apartment's living room (in my imaginary fanfic that I have told you in previous picture). Near does a lot of activities in this area: playing with his puzzles, laying around, drawing (yayy he picks up a new hobby - there will be a picture), sleeping on his bean bag (this will appear in another picture later - yeah he seldom uses his bedroom, just sleeping around at random spots) - This happens around some time after Mello comes back from death (around some of his first visits). The idea of Near lying around and is not really focus on the game is inspired by a very short fic that I read from AO3 in which Near let Mello win on purpose 5 times and because he didn't use a chair he didn't really see the chess pieces. I incorporated it in my picture. - The idea of Near playing darts is changed a bit from my original imaginary fanfic. My initial though was that Near asked his staff for a light snack during the game and they fricking brought a pack of Pocky xD I think the snack itself brought up at that moment is not appropriate so Near used it as a game instead: he threw the sticks to the cup like that (and failed mostly). But I changed the Pocky to darts to fit the Sports theme. I know he uses a certain hand to throw darts but I am too lazy to read the manga again to know which hand. I hope I drew it correctly by chance :3 - The result of the game? Near wins of course. I don't let him lose on purpose. It will be an insult to Mello >"< but Mello can win with the dart game *hehe* - I enjoyed every moment when drawing this picture, from the pencil sketching to lineart and coloring with SAI. I realized that I don't need a lot of layers to color it, just adding blocks of different colors to the same layers and it will become shading/highlighting. The details on Mello's jacket is horrifying but again I enjoy every moment drawing it. It's like drawing Roxas' clothes (from Kingdom Hearts) but to a new level. I even added his rosary necklace. It's being extra of me though because I am sure you cannot see all the details on the small picture :3 I don't appreciate his sense of fashion (especially his black leather) but I do love all of his jackets: this red coat, the black leather vest when he rides his motorbike and the black coat with fur. If there is a chance I will draw them :3 - It took me more time than expected. I tried to finish it last night but stopped during midnight. My eyes hurt badly. And I will be away until midnight today so I try to finish this in the morning. But I think I have improved a bit from last picture yeah? *give Smile a pat on the head*

Characters: Mello Near from Death Note (I don't own Death Note)

See my other art challenges here: https://www.deviantart.com/o0asmilethatshines0o/gallery/31059579/100-theme-challenge

#digital art #mello #mello death note #near death note #meronia #mihael keehl #nate river #mello x near #death note

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tothedarkdarkseas · 1 year

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you mentioned this the other day, i’m curious what colors you’d choose to paint this phase with if you had it your way. what would you add/remove?

This really got away from me, so it's behind a cut for length!

Ahh, so it's been a thought exercise, but not the most fruitful one, haha. It's not that I'm opposed to a cult plotline, nor to stronger horror influence-- it was one of the things I liked about early Gorillaz, and I am typically a fan of horror-- but I suppose because I began leaning so hard into the unglamorous realism the characters flirt with, and I so enjoy subjecting them to it, that the plotline's character implications are far tougher to balance for me than the plot itself. What could be done with it? Surely something, but I can't say I'm speaking confidently to it, haha.

Alright, here's my pitch for a cult phase. Rather than framing the cult as a force for good or enlightenment and contrasting it against a "bad" cult next door (and to be fair, this is only based on the information we have so far, it is entirely possible things will twist again) I'd steer it to be more about the cult of celebrity: heavier commentary on consumerism and capitalism, false idolatry, the sort of things that Gorillaz were originally defined by in the Celebrity Takedown era. I know that may sound like grasping at memories, but having titled the recent doc after their Reject False Idols catchphrase, I believe many of us hoped that ethos may be making a comeback, or perhaps more enticingly that there could be some retrospective examination of "becoming the machine" as such. To be clear of any low-hanging fruit, I'm not criticizing Gorillaz as "sellouts" by this, but rather, I'm certain that Jamie and Damon have incredibly interesting thoughts on their place as artists, the existence of the persona (in this case, one very literally drawn, dressed and paraded as a different entity) and the person, the pricetag which creative funding places on art itself, the ego uniquely cultivated by fame and infecting all who are touched by it, whether they are self-aware of their infection or not-- I'd love to see any of this incorporated into a cultish plotline, and I don't think it would be something they'd be unequipped to do. I think they know it down to the bone.

Stu's role would also be rewritten from doing manual labor and blindly following Murdoc for at least the establishing half of the album cycle, which is my only true-blue gripe with this phase, and the reason I was giddy to see him defecting to another side; believe it or not, it isn't so much a simple matter of liking Stu and wanting to see him treated well, as I honestly prefer to envision Stu as a very flawed man, less kind and less innocent than recent years portray, capable of a great selfishness and immaturity while also being sympathetically burdened with resentments and a long-echoing hollowness from Murdoc's seismic impact on his life. See, that's-- that's something that I think can be mischaracterized in this criticism, and I think that brings the point too far astray. I don't desire for Stuart to have only good things happen in life, nor do I think that is what he deserves. I do not mind seeing him struggle, and I think the struggle is the point of the story more often than not... but I think you'll understand why I don't consider essentially unaware and uncritical mistreatment by Murdoc against a backdrop like theirs, least of all putting him in a small dark room without a word of protest, to be a satisfying sort of "struggle." It is the very lack of it, in fact, and I'm left wondering what to do with that. I wasn't really on board with a revisiting of Plastic Beach with the specific intent to atone for it and redeem Murdoc, but I could understand that an acknowledgement of regret and an offering of forgiveness was something people wanted; I could understand that I was in a bit of a weird spot there, and what I found narratively compelling or satisfying does not align with sensical emotional taste, and so I can make peace with it. It's harder for me to understand the same fanbase (that is to say, a ship-oriented fanbase) being so unbothered by repeating that pattern of control sans any hint of agency and anger on Stu's part. What good is an apology when the behaviour doesn't change, when the damage stays cyclical? What weight is had by forgiveness if it evidently needs not be earned? You know, it's-- it's not that I'm the arbiter of what is acceptable or what the story should be, of course, and it's not that my wish is just to stop others having fun if it isn't what I like. By all means, if this is your favourite phase, I'm happy for you. But I'm someone who didn't want or need the rift in their relationship from Plastic Beach to be "fixed," and yet I can't help feeling the initial Potcasts lobbed quite a bit of mud onto a development which so many fans lost and continue to lose their minds over, and so I wonder: when will it feel like it matters? When will it (if pace is kept, inevitably) stop feeling like it matters? It appears we're on a trajectory for Murdoc to see and admit his wrongdoing and most likely "save" Stuart from the Forever Cult to actionably atone and put a bow on things, in ways repeating that same previous development in a self-contained story, but when we're already so aware of the characters' backstory, I just find it a bit more difficult to circle that square.

Sorry, stream of consciousness babbling there, I know that wasn't really the question! Er, that hopefully contextualizes my suggestions though! We can keep the "roles" placing Murdoc as the leader, but perhaps change the central conflict to be unravelling the placement of Stuart as a figurehead and Murdoc as the genuine leader, and the growing question of whether that is indeed the truth of it. There were articles published in this cycle that unknowingly cited Murdoc as the "frontman" of Gorillaz, because to these real-world outlets, he is-- Murdoc is the only character that consistently appears on camera or in print, consistently has a voice both literal and metaphorical, consistently accepts awards or leads sponsorships or speaks for the artists involved, consistently matters to Gorillaz as a brand. Taking all voice actor availability and the casting rotation out of the mix, the cut-and-dry Gorillaz media package as we and these non-fan outlets experience it is about Murdoc, whether we deem the singer "the frontman" or not. Gorillaz has always made the case that Murdoc is pulling strings Stuart doesn't have the cunning to, and I don't think this is commonly contested. Gorillaz has also made the case, in less overt glimpses but at times damning implication, that Stuart still pulls the strings on Murdoc; that Murdoc is, to his own unspoken disgust, not the unstrung man he fought to be. Power may begin in hand but become splintered, volatile, harder to contain; it may be absorbed into the eyes and smile of someone who stands above you, and that is where the world sees it. There is a debate of self versus perception to be had not only individually as rockstars, who inhabit themselves differently on stage and in their bedrooms alone, but collectively as a band, and now as a cult. Is the brain more of the man than the face? In the dark, does intellectual and emotional attachment to the internal self truly govern the external when the external is this vast-- when the public is, essentially, making up their mind on you from the seat across the dinner table? Does man succeed most when his strength of presence is seen, or when his guiding voice is heard? What does it mean to be one of these things and surrender power to the other? What do you perceive yourself as deserving, and what does the world perceive of that belief? There are several angles I think they could approach a struggle for power from without stripping Stu or Murdoc of arseholish ego or of agency. If I were tasked with a cult plot, I think this would be the direction I'd come at it from.

As a last point I am totally fine with keeping Moon Flower-- in fact, falling in line with my traditional Being The Worst At Shipping Studoc patterns, she's really my favourite part of the writing right now, haha. I mentioned this before but I'd rather the Forever Cult just be a garden variety shady business, with the free aura readings leading to not-so-free MLM scheming and a pipeline of financial extortion; were it up to me, I don't think I'd lean so hard into making them "evil" in the very viscerally-imagined way with blood rituals or human sacrifices, or whatever the teasers seem to be hinting at. This isn't because it isn't entertaining, but because I will always prefer an internal conflict to an external, and I think it simplifies the root problems between our leads to give them such a clear-cut obstacle to "defeat" and be mended by their victory over. In ways, I do appreciate the opposing cult with a love interest at the helm being revealed to be much more dangerous than Murdoc's half-baked ploys, but I think if that were the case I'd rather not also frame it around a challenge of allegiance on Stuart's part, as making them the deadly choice implicitly concludes that Stuart was wrong to defect from Murdoc, and that the choice to stray would only punish him more. This all comes down to personal preference, but ah, you know, we're just sort of kicking rocks around here as if I were writing it and solely worrying about doing what worked best for me with the characters, and I'd personally feel that this muddies things unnecessarily: if the intent was showing both Stuart and Murdoc have fault in their action then this is a rather uneven way of showing it, as Stuart really owes Murdoc nothing and seems to gain nothing under his thumb; and if the goal of the "betrayal" is giving Stu more spine and more autonomy, then there's little gained by reinforcing that, against any evidence to the contrary, Murdoc knows best in the end. Again, I know I'm possibly putting the cart before the horse here as we haven't actually seen the video for Silent Running, or seen how the plot will resolve working backwards to the events of Cracker Island. These are just the impressions I've gotten so far and some guessing, and how, as you say, I might paint them differently! Anyway, Moon Flower as a love interest is perfectly fine with me, and I'm very tickled by Stu taking action to give Murdoc the finger, hop the fence and shag a girl potentially just to annoy Murdoc, but those press statements about his intentions and affections are left just murky enough to deny Murdoc the satisfaction of taking credit. I'm obviously quite a fan of Paula plots, and I'd be happy to revisit that in older age with a considerable asterisk always floating beside their relationship dynamic now.

So the short summary would be something like: The Last Cult is conceptualized as something of a "living art piece" and a commentary on celebrity culture and consumerism, but in the face of both extreme ego and extreme profit, the artists themselves meet an impasse between performance and reality. There is a clashing of egos among the Last Cult's architect and frontman, Murdoc and Stuart respectively, with the line between genuine and farcical turning into a battle for self-assertion and very much based in their interpersonal history, which sullies the image of enlightenment they've been pretending at. The group next door (retitled to the Forever Foundation as a downplaying of cult associations) and the leadership tactics of the Short Skirt, Long Jacket-esque Moon Flower hold some appeal to the men, and she is a source of some crude idle (bedroom) chatter; as tensions worsen this snowballs and becomes something of a representation of their conflict and of a clear, physical dominance over it. Stuart beds Moon Flower and defects to the Forever Foundation with the intent to absorb the weaker Last Cult, but becomes disenchanted by the pure-concentrated consumerist motivation, the double-speak messaging, and the lack of a fulfilling challenge to his artistic vision. He becomes slothful, regressing in his ambition, and Moon Flower deems his newer deadened state useful in the Foundation but not desirable in a frontman or partner. Murdoc is too singularly driven by Stuart to avoid freefalls into mania without him, and in time backslides into frantic and substance-fueled, punkish-meets-cartoony Satanism Lite with himself centred as a miserly messiah, essentially. Stuart fails to ascend where Murdoc chaotically descends. I can see it ending either in a comedic anti-climax wherein they both just sort of fizzle out and agree to get shitfaced and throw bottles at cars in Silverlake, or faking us out with the anti-climax which then segues to a reveal that Moon Flower and the Forever Foundation are actually an influential political body or provide rather unscrupulous funding to one, something like that: in the end, it is not enlightenment nor occultism nor the spectacle of dissecting the self in a halogen-lit surgeon's theatre that opens a sealed door. It's just money. It's always just been money.

#some negativity #but mainly just me pitching what i'm choosing to interpret in this phase haha #thank you!

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demon-of-side-quest-hell · 6 months

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I don't wanna say nothin' too mean but I always feel a bit mad when people are always like "Create for yourself! Don't make everything about what people want!" Because I agree but then I have to run into the issue that I just...fundamentally don't create for myself.

Creation is this loving act of taking my mind and GIVING it to others, it's not about making for fun or because something it interesting to me but because I want to share with you or others these ideas. Its why for a while I destroyed my art when I finished. I had shown it to my family or friends, and thus it's physical existence no longer mattered.

There's a large amount of art I only have photos for not because I "lost" the drawings, but because I actively chose to throw it away after I had successfully shown it to people. Because in my mind, my art isn't art unless others appreciate it.

And even after that, I don't create art for which only I could enjoy. I create art because I love seeing people love art, and I love being the creator of art that people love. It seems so antithetical to my entire fucking ethos of art to just create art that I alone like and then share it just kinda hoping someone who loves that kind of art runs into it.

And so it bums me out because I feel like somehow I'm just fucked up. You always hear about artists who create things for people and that's glorified only because they had created something which was amazing or it was just one piece in their library of works. "All Dead" is the greatest song by Queen in my opinion and it was partially written is reference to Brian May's deceased childhood cat but it's one of several dozen songs in their discography. "The Hobbit" and "Lord of the Rings" were created for Tolkien's kids but because it went on to make billions of dollars.

I never hear about the artists who just love creating things for their small community of fans, I never hear of people admiring artists who change their output with the shifts in desires from of their audience.

I'm reminded of The Beginner's Guide, by Davy Wreden whenever I see those posts. I feel as if their goal is to encourage the Coda's out there, the real people who are genuinely put in stress because of people viewing their art. It's a message for the people who just like making prisons, and nothing more.

But why do we discourage which is made for an audience? Is it simply because most art "made for an audience" is cash grabbing nonsense? If so why should that dissuade from making art for that audience if you actually want to?

Goodness.

I just......

I just want to create stuff for people.

I don't want money or fame.

I just want people to look at stuff I create and have thoughts about it.

I want it to stick with them while they're eating lunch the day after

I want the things I create to get tiny fandoms where people make fun in-jokes about one-off moments and lines

I want someone to love an idea I had and incorporate it into their own work

I create for YOU, The hypothetical person reading this post. I love you! You make making art worth living when you keysmash a hundred dozen letters into a reply or you say "That's my guy!" In the tags of a reblog.

But I feel like a fraud of an artist everytime I see a post which blindly says just "create whatever you want, it doesn't matter what others say 😊"

#art thoughts #the beginners guide is about infinitely more than what I discussed but it helped me convey my point without 7 more paragraphs #leave the demon to its demons

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Exhibition: Net-Zero Transition

To begin with, this photo was taken in 2023 by the photographer Simone Tramonte whose work focuses on documenting social and environmental contemporary issues. Looking at the photograph initially, it was kinda hard to tell who or what was the subject matter, but I'm now certain that the subject matter isn't any of the people, but instead it's the wind turbines. I'll explain later in the analysis. This photo portrays five people in the foreground taking a swim in the waters of Amager Strand in Denmark. The image was taken near a wind farm, which can sometimes be found on water. That is why we can see wind turbines in the background without seeing any land. Also, the wind turbines are seen being symmetrically separated from one another, whilst perfectly aligning on the horizon line. On the other hand, the sky is a soft light blue which is then reflecting its colour on the sea's surface. Whereas, the only other shade of colour in this photo are the skin colours of the swimmers. Before reading the description, I was a tad bit confused, but afterwards, the description provided the right amount of context to finally understand why the photographer chose to photograph wind turbines..

For the message, this photo is a part of a cohesive project about documenting different technologies that are offering possible routes of transition to a net-zero economy. Simone Tramonte, the photographer, visited innovative facilities across Europe, from Iceland to Italy. Personally, Moving on, I wouldn't say this photograph has any ethnic importance, due to the fact that it's just people swimming, but I would say it does have national importance. It seems like sustainable energy is fundamentally important for Denmark. As a result, it is co-owned by 8,552 electricity consumers, and serves more than 40,000 Copenhagen households. Furthermore, this picture was definitely taken with some principles of design and elements of art in mind, but I'm not sure if any are related to the initial message about sustainable technologies and net-zero transitioning. But, for starters, there's a lot of repetition and balance between each wind turbine, it gives off a feeling of completeness. The texture of the water is also another point I want to add. Its texture gives off the illusion of movement in a still image. So, I could definitely see some rhythm being incorporated into this.

Lastly, After my analysis, I have come to realize that this photo does really well in communicating its message about the net-zero transition. The target audience for a photograph like this would definitely be someone who's passionate about net-zero technologies, or just someone who loves to take care of the planet and save it from issues like climate change. On stand-by, the feelings I get when looking at this image is peacefulness and calm, but simultaneously, there's also a sense of eeriness. Maybe it's the lack of nature, or it's the vast sea that seems to be never ending. Thus, I could definitely see myself believing this image was taken on a planet that's only made out of water, however I will say the only thing that's preventing me from actually believing it are the small boats in the far background.

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grad604-lulazaloum-dr · 7 months

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new objects and why i chose them

My Lego flowers

these symbolise the first time i fully got into lego after years of not playing with lego I found these lego flowers that made me excited tp start lego bc they started to come out with lego that was suited for my taste and I could fit it into my room decorations without it looking out of place.

My magnets

my magnets symbolize all the places i have traveled to I recently went on a one-month trip around the world and I collected a magnet from each place from a small market or just a street cart. the reason I collected them was so whenever I walked into my caravan I would see the magnets and it would remind me of the trip and al the memories and it would make me happy

My coasters

my coasters also symbolize my journey in expressing myself with design and how I took coasters from being boring in a room to bringing it to life by purchasing beautiful and lively coasters.

Socks

self-expression helps me sow my personality when I'm wearing a bland outfit I like to put on some crazy/funky socks to help me feel more comfortable within my outfit

My Lego car

The Lego cars helped me incorporate my tomboy side into my caravan. growing up as a kid I was quite different from all the other girls I never wanted to be a princess or anything like that I always wanted to be a policeman or an ice cream truck driver!!! these cars remind me that I don't have to always fit in with the people around me and that's alright to be your own person with your own likes and dislikes even tho it may not always be acceptable.

My posters

I've always collected posters/artwork since I think the age of 9 I've always seen a piece of artwork and fallen in love and needed to take it home. I have a massive stash of artwork pieces in storage just waiting to be hung up when I love out

My mugs

my mugs symbolize me growing up and buying stuff for me to start a new life outside of my childhood home, well still sticking to me wanting everything I own to be a little bit quirky to show my personality.

My rings

there is a pattern here within my expressing myself through the physical objects I put on myself haha but it is once again rings showing my personality. i like them funky and strange, something someone hasn't seen before, something that makes people have a double look. i enjoy making everything about being different because I think life is too short to fit in and I want to always make myself feel comfortable to be myself around others just like I wants others to be comfortable around me.

favorite pen

This pen is significant to me because it symbolises when I realised design isn’t supposed to be only on a computer and that I can draw up my drawings on paper and make them into stickers for my artworks since I always struggled with making my ideas look good when on a computer. This symbolises when I started to creative artwork that was a reflection of who I am as a person.

playing cards

once again these cards are funky and different, I don't like the layout and type of normal cards and at my work, they came out with these abstract cards which is one of my favourite types of art. so I had to purchase them and it makes playing card games much more exciting g for me

Drink bottle

drink bottle is simple just like the ginger, I enjoy feeling hydrated and I love giving my body the hydration that it needs daily.

Caravan

I recently moved into a caravan and it helped me be able to express myself through fabrics and colours and layout. it helped me get to know myself as a designer a lot more than I would've expected.

burnt orange

i love this color so much its very pleasing to my eye and I love the natural feel it has to it.

Plants

i love nature and how nature works and how it is just as alive as us humans

Feijoa

this fruit has been my favorite fruit when growing up and I have been just obsessed with it forever.

green color

same as the other color its very natural and refreshing

blue color

same as before its natural and refreshing feels safe

pink color

this color symbolizes when you growing up as a girl liking the color pink was seen as bad because it was girly and it took a lot for me to express my liking towards that color because it used to be shameful to like girly things when we were younger

Shoes: Adidas

adidas shoes are my favorite brand of shoes since they fit my feet so well and have all my favorite colours within their shoes

dark blue color

very dark bit beautiful at the same time and I think that symbolizes life itself it can be so dark and scary but there is so much beauty within living this life.

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not really sp related but what got you into crocheting? is there any other types of crafts that you do or would like to do? :3

ive always been interested in it, esp amigurumi in particular, but i had a very hard time self-teaching. i had also at some point when i was younger tried to teach myself to knit and i could NOT figure it out, so for years i just assumed yarn crafts and i were not meant to be. i could figure out how to chain but i really couldn't get any further than that.

but in late 2019, i started having dinner with my grandma once a week, and to give us something to do after i cooked for us, i asked if she'd teach me to crochet. she's taught other family members and friends, and i thought maybe i'd learn better with a live demo and someone to tell me what i was doing wrong. she taught me the basics, i got really into making simple blankets when the pandemmy hit in 2020, and then i fell out of it pretty quick.

then earlier this year, i decided to get back into it on kind of a whim. i had a lot more free time and i bought a kit for making a crocheted flamingo, figuring it could help me learn now that i knew the basics. it did NOT! it was more confusing that guides i had seen online.

but i realized i had never bothered trying to watch a youtube tutorial for it, which is like, almost embarrassing, because i am learning shit from youtube all the time. i watched and crocheted along with this video

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and was able to make a successful ball and from there i just went nuts. i was able to finish the flamingo (a gift for my mom, flamingos are her ~mom animal~) and found the aradiyatoys south park patterns and decided to give them a go as something to keep me busy while mal was at work when i was visiting them. i'd kind of like to redo them now that i'm better at crochet, but the last thing mal needs is duplicates of stuff ive already made orz

as for other crafts i do, i was doing figure painting on 3d printed guys for a while, as well as bedazzling them (where my icon comes from, actually), but i haven't touched that in a while. i also have a button press ive been getting a lot of use out of lately and i like to make keychains with shrink plastic (be kind, my art is 4 years old here). for a short while i was doing shaker keychains with resin as well. i also took a studio art class where i learned how to make paper, do embossing/debossing and how to carve plaster. i would LOVE to do another plaster carving but i don't have the materials at home.

i do this thing where i fall in love with a craft, get deeply obsessed with it for a few weeks, then see a youtube tutorial for something else and move on to a new craft. the fact that ive stuck with crochet this long, is a bit of a surprise to me, but im just very deeply in love with it right now and i think its here to stay for a while.

im also adept at sewing plushes! and i'd like to get back to that, i haven't sewn anything in a long time (i dont even have any examples of my plush work to show, it's been that long 😭) but first i need to reorganize my work space so i have room to lay out fabrics and cut them. i have a couple projects i'd really like to sew, but i need to figure out the pattern for them first.

im also upping the level of detail i can get on my crochet dolls, by incorporating needle felting! my friend sent me this video and while i'm not felting over entire dolls like this, it's been a godsend for adding small details. i'm working on a commission with tiger striping right now and needle felting has completely changed how i decided to approach that project and it looks much better for it.

i've always deeply respected crafting, and i LOVE to see people doing fandom related crafts. like don't get me wrong, i also deeply respect illustrators and authors, but there's something really uniquely special to me about seeing someone channel their love of a piece of media into crafts that are written off as like 'granny activities'.

for crafts i'd like to learn, i am so so so into the idea of customizing dolls. it's basically an amalgamation of a lot of crafts and skills i've already done, and at the end of it i'd have a dolly of my special little guys (i am constantly rotating the idea of making a doll of my next gen oc CC. shes so special to me). i did 3d print a doll and string it. i got as far as making & inserting the eyes and making a wig cap, but i never finished the wig because i lost my straightener so i can't make wefts for it.

as of right now, i'm really only focused on crochet though! it's my income at the moment, so i can't afford (literally haha) to get distracted from it

a huge thank you and a lot of love to anyone who actually sat there and read thru this whole thing lmao. i love crafting so so so much and i am always willing to talk about it with anyone who will listen. esp other crafters! please show me your crafts, show me your wips, tell me about your processes, i cannot emphasize how much i love hearing about it all.

#ty for this ask #i amso passionate about crafting you really enabled me here anon #kzask #kzpost #crafts

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A-T-3 105 Algorithm & Blues Pt.3

いち、に、さん、し

Image by Walter Velez from when Japanese cars were entering the American market

'According to DJ Chintam—the co-author of Wamono A To Z records guide, and co-curator of last year’s Japanese jazz funk and rare groove comp—the concept of wamono didn’t exist before the mid-’90s: “Playing Japanese music in DJ sets was almost taboo,” he once told Resident Advisor. But the UK rare groove scene, which sent evangelists hunting after obscure funk, soul, and disco, prompted him to start scouring for domestic records at the turn of the century' - Pitchfork. These are the same diggers that went out hunting for Northern Soul records, they same that compiled the compilations of the late 1980s and 1990s (A-T-3 079 A-T-3 080 A-T-3 081)

My Truth

My personal interest in Japan is, I assume, similar to many people growing up in the UK in the 1980s. Japanese cartoons on TV like Battle Of The Planets and Ulysses 31 (I bought a bootleg of the soundtrack it in the early 2000s), sci-fi characters like Godzilla and Ultraman, and arcade games from Space Invaders to Out Run to Street Fighter II (Red Bull’s excellent Diggin The Carts web series is worth a shout). Japanese arcade games were a massive influence on me, not just the graphics but the cabinet artwork, the sound and gameplay too like BurgerTime, Bomberman, or Bubble Bobble. They felt like a small window into Japan

My experience of Japan and music when I was young, like many others in the UK, suffers from multiple personality disorder. I was born when Biddu/Carl Douglas's Kung Fu Fighting reached number 1 on the UK singles chart. Growing up there was the music in anime (although we just called them cartoons) and video games, period dramas that often use oriental folk music or a pastiche of (as I've said I became aware of Ryuichi Sakamoto through his film music), then their was the imitation of Japanese culture by western pop acts like Turning Japanese by The Vapours and Japanese Boy by Aneka, this was when advertising and the presence of Japanese imports on shop shelves and in showrooms began calling for attention to Japan. By the time I was a teenager I was listening to John Peel who would play bands like Shonen Knife and Pizzicato Five

Throughout the 80s there was a fashion for ‘Japanisme’ on record sleeves. Sheffield design studio Designers Republic began incorporation elements of Japanese graphics into their artwork for the group Pop Will Eat Itself, this developed into one of the styles tDR are known for, in the 1990 tDR created an imaginary Japanese corporation called Pho-Ku. In their way tDR were trying to subvert marketing slogans, Japanese iconography and characters were incorporated into the designs not only for their own charm but as symbols of what is sometimes called hyper-capitalism. From the late 1980s I'd pick up bits of Japanese artwork wherever I could, this might be reproductions of high art or ephemera. In 1991 Akira got a theatrical release in the UK, as an art student I was watching Tetsuo: The Iron Man and it's sequel. I enjoyed Anime and manga (I think Ranma ½ was the first series I got into) and I'm a fan of Superflat

The video for Madonna' released's single Rain (written with Shep Pettibone) was released in 1993, and appeared to have sleek and minimal contemporary Japanese aesthetic to it which I loved. Ryuichi Sakamoto plays the video director in it. This aesthetic is made explicit in Chris Cunningham's 1997 techno orientalist Ghost In The Shell inspired video for the Bjork single All Is Full Of Love

I remember seeing all the CDs on display in Japanese shops and knowing there was gold hidden in there. I will buy anything that looks interesting. YMO, Ryo Kawasaki, Logic System were probably the first older Japanese artists I went looking for

Interest in 'City Pop' and Japanese ambient music in America is written about as if it has happened over night but, it's nothing new, it goes all the way back Ue o Muite Arukō (or Sukiyaki) a Japanese record sung by Kyu Sakamoto that American veterans took to number 1 on the US Billboard Hot 100 in 1963. Slick Rick takes the melody and incorporates it into the Doug E Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew classic La Di Da Di

Tracks like YMO's Firecracker was popular with Black American audiences, Bboys were into Riot In Lagos, and in Planet Rock G.L.O.B.E, Pow Wow, and Mr Biggs get the house to repeat "ich me sun chi" [ichi ni san shi]. Bambaataa's love of Kraftwerk is well documented so this is probably definitely lifted from Numbers by Kraftwerk

My attraction to Japanese culture was the science fiction and fantasy. Wu-Tang: An American Saga tells the story of RZA and Ghostface Killah's love of martial arts movies and RZA's genius move to sample those films and their sound effects, and boo-yaa the rest as they say is history with Japanese samples and references cropping up in hip hop, R&B, jungle and all their derivatives until the end of time. Wu-Tang were the first hip hop act to go all in, it wasn't subtle was it, in many ways you could compare Wu-Tang to UK synth pop like Japan, Wang Chung, the rock group Asia and other 1980s groups that referenced elements of Japanese culture. Over the last decade or so anime and manga have become mainstream in the US and rock and pop acts are also paying attention to Japanese culture

Tamao Koike - Automne Dans Un Miroir produced by YMO, slower and translated into French b side of Kagami No Naka No Jugatsu which is also great

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Go Misawa- Jigoku Kara no Shisma and some nice anime soundtrack popular with hip hop producers. It's from the anime Devilman

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Go Misawa - 悪魔人間 (デビルマン) - 不動明

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#1983 #tamao koike #yellow magic orchestra #ryuichi sakamoto #haruomi hosono #yukihiro takahashi #go misawa #synth pop #soundtrack #tokyo #japan #80s music #Youtube

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biglouieee · 1 year

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Black Panther and Representation

Black Panther Wakanda Forever was the sequel to Marvel’s Black Panther which was a great movie about a prince stepping up to fill his father’s shoes in protecting his country and his people. Both films were a great medium for representation of people of color without it feeling forced. It doesn’t feel like it is the sole core of the film which was great since it did not have to force the idea of representation into anyone’s face which can be a bit irritating if that is all a movie has. Fortunately, it was able to use it well and played a big enough part for it to be empowering to the groups of those who were represented in the film. I have an older neighbor who loves comic books and he was super excited to watch Black Panther not just as a comic book fan but also as a person of color because he felt represented in the media in such a positive light. The best part is that you did not have to be a person of color to enjoy the film which is another great characteristic of the film because it is able to unite everyone rather than just a certain group of people. My neighbor and I work with children, and he does the wakanda forever arm gesture with all the kids when they leave and they all do it back to him, which really brings a smile to my face because it shows just how much this film has been able to impact so many people.

It was a grand display of afrofuturism, a term that Oxford defines as “a movement in literature, music, art, etc., featuring futuristic or science fiction themes which incorporate elements of Black history and culture” (“Afrofuturism,” {Oxford Languages Dictionary}). This display seemed to have done a great job of providing a wonderful example in the film. The way Wakanda was healthy and thriving because it was the product of healing itself from the harmful practices of colonization. The community was shown to be very close knit and very protective of each other and its culture. The same could be said for its land because they know of the damage that can come from those who decided to visit and become invasive to what has been built in Wakanda. If a person of color is seen in the media attempting to preserve or protect something that belongs to them, they are automatically pegged as aggressive which I think is very harmful to these groups of people that have been historically portrayed poorly in media and entertainment.

In the second film, the conflict can be seen between two different groups of people of color which was very exciting to see because it is normally boiled down to, white person versus person of color which can get very repetitive, especially if the people of color are portrayed as the antagonist. The introduction of Namor and the people of Talokan was intriguing to see adapted for the screen because this film was one of very few that are able to put a person of color, especially one of Mesoamerican descent, into the forefront. And not only have them as another casting for diversity in the film but rather another person with their story and their tribe. The film did feel drawn out with its decision of having a very involved story, but it was nice in order to flesh out Namor and the people of Talokan as more than just strangers, and not primitive people. They also have their own people that they want to protect and they care about their home just as much as the Wakandans do. They are both willing to do whatever it takes to protect their people. Both sides go to great lengths to do so, which eventually causes a war between the two tribes. The use of tribalism allows for this conflict to occur since these small groups of people are not extremely large societies like the United States. Both tribes have their own cultural lifestyles and the clashing of these lifestyles is shown causing a conflict. I don’t believe that either side was an aggressor in this conflict since they both came from a protective stance and neither wanted to invade the other which was an interesting point when it comes to the origin of the conflict. Both films were great with their representations of people of color and they never felt like they were only doing it to please people but rather to exemplify a meaningful and powerful depiction of people of color.

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Varily a New Hope; The Empire Striketh Back; The Jedi Doth Return (William Shakespeare's Star Wars parts the fourth, the fifth and the sixth), by Ian Doescher

Wanna hear an ATAT wax poetic? Wanna see one of the rebels break into a jig? Need to know what the Elizabethan form of "Nerfherder" would be?

(Trust me, you do, you really do)

These are the books for you!

I love Star Wars and the original trilogy is my favorite. I always love it when people have fun with stuff and these are a blast! From R2D2 being the Puck of the saga and C3PO's constent talk of woe, turned poetic by the use of iambic pentameter along with our main trio bickering and monologuing in the way of The Bard, it's so well written and so funny!

It's very interesting to see where Doescher decided to flesh characters out. We get a ton of inside into what a Shakesberian Boba Fett might be thinking and Lando has a lot more to say.

Actually, everyone has a lot more to say and that's one of the things that makes it so much fun.

"Aren't you a little short for a Stormtrooper?" Becomes: "Thou truly art in jest. Art thou not small/Of stature, if thou art a stormtrooper?" Followed by Leia mocking whoever is in that stormtrooper suit for a while.

Various parts from the plays are also incorporated, from Luke doing a Alas Poor Yorrick type speech for the stormtrooper he took the suit from, to Darth Vader doing the "If thou prick us do we not bleed?" Bit asking if a Sith were blasted would they not be injured?

My favorite parts had to be the talk between random people on the death Star.

There are adaptations of the prequels and of 7 , 8, and 9 and my first thought was that I didn't like those movies as much so do I really want to read them?

But, the thing is, I didn't *hate* the other movies, I sort of felt like they took themselves too seriously, this is especially true of the last three. I can't really explain why, but they just didn't feel as fun. I thought Rey, Finn and Poe had great potential, the story they were given, (to me at least) didn't give their characters room to grow. I sort of feel like Carrie Fisher, Mark Hamill, and Harrison Ford were able to kind of put their mark on the characters, but the others didn't, so they fell a little flat.

But the books weren't afraid to make fun of the source material, so I might just have to read the others!

#Ian Doescher #William shakespeare's Star Wars #book #books #book blogging 2022

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Thoughts on Sing Yesterday for Me

Overall mixed feelings on this, especially with the inconclusive and maybe a little bit frustrating ending. But there are plenty of things I liked that I don't think I've gotten out of nearly any other anime. For one, I really liked the languorous atmosphere, general sense of melancholy, enhanced by the great OST. Loved the animation (some really showy character animation for big moments) and the show consistently looked really good. Colors looked great, too. I really liked the vivid lighting.

As for the story, there are a couple of things I like about it due to its uniqueness. For one, there is a genuine feeling of regret and inertia and unwillingness to move on, which is rare in anime but common in real life. The main characters are all adults, the main pair have known each other for a while. Their relationship, if you could call it that, is more reminiscent of what a mature relationship is like -- just being comfortable around each other, understanding each other on a deep level, being unable to be away from each other -- rather than the passionate first love kind of situation you see a lot in teenage romance type stuff. I liked that. I also liked the immense amount of inertia they have in their relationship and with respect to their past and all the time they have wasted. That's also pretty realistic. People don't just change overnight, even if they declare they have. There are also two notable scenes involving Haru that are predicated on pure chance, as if without that extra push things would not have worked out as they did. I find that pretty clever, and it really strengthens the line in the show's synopsis about a life "51% looking forward, 49% looking back". The characters all react differently to these circumstances too, though this is a little less interesting than it could have been since most of the characters let every chance go. Haru, though, despite her own commitment issues, does go all the way a few times when chance swings things her way, which I thought was really interesting and made her probably my favorite character.

The main woman who is a teacher (god I cannot remember her name already)'s indecisiveness gets to be a bit frustrating, especially near the end. But again, I've known people like this. I have been people like this. Unable to commit, constantly guilty about that but unable to not commit either. I don't want to get too much into this but it's an aspect I really appreciate despite how I get it might rub some people the wrong way. It may read as just "artificially lengthening the story", and yeah there are a lot of cycles and going one step forward and two steps back. But ultimately I think it builds a consistent character.

The way the plot moves forward in this show is very slow, and that's not necessarily bad, but I noticed a few common patterns. For one, there is an unbelievable amount of scenes that open with one character meeting another one on the way home and a conversation on the walk home together. This just strikes me as lazy and sometimes the show felt like an endless montage of these "walking home" scenes where the dynamics between the characters don't really evolve too much. Again, it sometimes serves a purpose but these parts can feel dragged out. In contrast, there are some blink and you miss it arcs that felt like they were there due to being unable to properly adapt the source material, notably one ex girlfriend and another love triangle that gets introduced. I did like the art and photography arcs (?) a bit but those go by quite fast too. Anyway, one nice thing about the "walking home together" structure of the show is it incorporates like, what it is like to live in a small-ish town I think. Constantly running into the same people, being bored and hanging out at the same spots. There was something really relatable about the idea of a romance springing up between a guy who works at a grocery store and a girl who comes to the store just to talk to him. Seems unbelievable maybe but go live in a suburb and you'll see, that shit happens all the time.

Wasn't particularly attached to any of the main characters, especially the main character. I did sort of like Haru. But MC's unwillingness to confront his own feelings is somehow less relatable and understandable than any other character. I don't really know why. I was taken aback when he confesses to Haru in the last episode, but I still think that's more or less a good moment due to its presentation. But he needed to be a lot more fleshed out, as it is he was just a bit irritating. Same goes for Rou, who for some reason is more egregious than most in the sheer repetition in his character arc.

Overall, beautifully presented show with some interesting ideas, and a unique atmosphere. Brought down by not really committing to doing a lot with these ideas, maybe because of adaptation limitations, maybe because it became hard to move forward with a story that is about not moving forward. But that's kind of what makes this interesting, isn't it?

#sing yesterday for me #anime

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psitrend · 5 years

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Interview with SimpleBao, Visual Storyteller and Street Artist

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Interview with SimpleBao, Visual Storyteller and Street Artist

SimpleBao is a Hong Kong-born and based self-taught artist who mainly loves freestyle work with murals and illustrations.

She started her career in 2015 and shortly afterward collaborated with various international brands. Bao has traveled and worked on projects in all corners of the globe including Australia, Switzerland, the UK, France, Taiwan, Mainland China, Japan, Indonesia, Italy, and the Czech Republic.

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China-underground: Can you tell us a little about you?

SimpleBao: My name is Bao. Bao is a nickname since I was little as my face was round like a bun. In Cantonese Bao means bun/bread.

My family and friends called me Bao. I think it is easy to remember so I’m still using it as my artist name.

I’ve been living with my painting for 4 years and I’m happy to do my work.

SimpleBao make large-scale cartoon murals full of color. Her own style incorporate paint brushes and spray cans.

When and why did you get into freestyle work, murals and illustrations?

I like drawing since I was a kid. But I never really into it. When I grow up I became a graphic designer.

For 6-7 years and I realized it’s not something I want to do for my whole life so I quit my office daily job and start traveling. In the beginning, I do illustrations, caricature, and some canvas as busking and selling my work on the street to support my traveling.

After one year working holiday in Australia, I went to Europe. Eventually, I met some graffiti artists in Italy. They encouraged me to paint my first mural and showed me the world of street art.

What about your first art project?

The first mural I painted in Italy it was a graffiti jam in a small town. There were about 40-50 guys painting with a spray can.

They all super talented and very cool. But they put me in a quiet middle spot of the event.

I was the only one painting with brush and acrylic and it was the first time I paint on a mural. That was very unforgettable.

SimpleBao discovered her talent for street art and murales in Italy.

What do you want to tell with your artwork? What are your main topic and focus?

I like combining my characters, animals, and nature with lots of details.

I’d like to create something that makes people happy and let them look into the details so they can also create their own story.

Does your style reflect the way you see the world?

My characters represent some part of me. My main character names Bao and she came in my mind when I had depression and anxiety a few years ago.

When I’m painting something “cute” and “happy” I always mix with a bit of darkness. I know that life is not always full of brightness.

But even people like me, we can do something nice for the world.

You can see in her works of street art and graffiti in Hong Kong, her influence from Japanese manga comics.

For a street artist, the city is like a canvas. What makes Hong Kong a unique place for street art compare to others?

I think street art in Hong Kong is still very new compared to other cities.

We have more opportunities and possibilities to develop the culture.

And we have loads of buildings which mean we have lots of canvases.

What are the main differences between freestyle work, murals, and graffiti in Asia and the West? Do you think that still exist cultural differences?

Every artist is unique and cultural differences always exist. From what we grow up with, the tradition we have in our country, etc.

But eventually, it always depends on the people. Not really where are they from?

I’ve seen Western graffiti writers doing Chinese letters and in Hong Kong, many artists even like me got inspired from Japanese manga as we all grew up with it.

Do you think that street art can be used to promote educational messages or philosophy of life?

I do think so. Lately, we have a big protest in Hong Kong. People make Lennon wall to express how they feel and what they think.

Some people put the bullet cartridges shot by the police at protesters on a bridge to show to the public what’s the situation of Hong Kong. To me, that’s real street art. It’s about recording life and expressing feelings.

Nike, 20th Century Fox, Google, Microsoft, Audi, Starbucks, Grand Hyatt, Starbucks, Uber, Mercedes Benz, Disaronno, RedBull, Tiger Beer, Vans, Swatch, Mandarin Oriental, The Peninsula Hotels, Redbull, etc are some of the many clients of SimpleBao

Can you share with us any story behind one of your artwork?

This mural is about planting a seed of love.

There’s a goddess in the middle. Her hair is the sea and the sky is her dress. Animals and a little girl sending their wishes and trying to help.

When the seed grows up it will become a big tree and giving all the creature a shelter

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Author's Notes ♡:Sooooo I wrote this once with no mythological background and it was so blank because one I half read and two it had no pizzazz. So here I am...enjoying this collab wholeheartedly. For some context the readers dad is Dionysus, yknow the festive, wine maker? So I tried to incorporate that with being a potions maker! Rappa is based on a mix between Behemoths and the Kusarikku, so i wanted him just a big and a bull man hybrid but not fully a Minotaur! I hope whoever reads this enjoy it as much as I did writing it! (Also I’m slowly realizing how much I hope this man)~ bunny ❥

Here’s the lovely masterlist of the others beautiful arts!

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names l, uh some heavy size kink (if you know who I based him on, also is one of my kinks showing yet) , Needy Rappa, breeding, Light cursing, a bit of a pussy job, female oral and a bit of overstimulation.

Word count : About 6.5k (ooof) !

Paring(s) : Bullman! Kendo Rappa x F!Reader

Summary : Being a demigod had perks, you could travel, you had god and goddesses as siblings and family members and of course the power! But what happens when you have to help a stubborn farm...pet?

Enjoy ♡

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Growing up as a demigods daughter who owned a garden on earth was one experience. All types of people, gods, goddesses and hybrids needed her experience with all sorts of plants and other things from nature ; rather it be for healing medicines , a bouquet for an upset lover or for help with livestock growth, [ ] and her parents helped with every little working class they could. As [ ] went from child to young adult she was used to her fair share of men from every place asking for her attention. A human asking for her hand and giving her the bare minimum, a god, wanting to make her a goddess, or just simply flirting to warrant her attention. But alas to them all she gave them no leadway, keeping her same polite smile and overall sweetness to each and every person she dealt with. On a warm day in the heavens as she walked the sky castles grounds she ran into a farmhand, one she remembered worked for Demeter approached her hesitantly, his eyes wandering to the young maidens “U-uh M-miss [ ] right?” The male asked her , her eyebrow raising as a silent answer “Lady Demeter would like to speak with you, she need some help but she did not tell me exactly what” he said with a bow and soon turned to leave. Wondering what the goddess could want she headed to her ranch, watching the cattle and other animals graze. Suddenly the door swung wide, revealing the deity to her “[ ] my favorite niece how are you love!” The tall woman sing songingly yelled, hugging the wide eyed girl “Hello Auntie Dem, im quite alright! Uhm, what seems to be the problem? One of your hands came to get me” [ ] said as she took in the ranch home her harvesting aunt had, all sorts of gains, wheats, fruits and more spewed about in her living room “Ah yes! Your father told me how great youve become with your potions and mixes of herbs, being the daughter of Dionysus im not surprised! I told him to let you grow and do more now look at you, serving us gods and mortals alike!” Demeter went on, handing her confused niece a large apple as she took one for herself. Becoming her to a table by the window they both sat, eating on their fruit as she explained her issue.

“You see, i have a lot of cattle, different kinds, different kins and legacies, but im a bit stuck. My favorite mare, had a child a little while ago and he seemed to just be your average bull at first….but..as time went on he out grew his father, my prized minotaur bull and even his normal cow and bull family.” Taking a glance to the field they watched as the minotaur children and some sheep danced and played, other average cow cults running to join. Sighing Demeter continued “Hes a hybrid, my prized minotaur as his father and well, my biggest and prized heifer as his mother. He wont come out of the shed, doesnt deal with his other kind, minotaur or not. Hes around your age now, getting to be his prime but..he wont converse in the fields. Both his father and mother voiced concerns to me about his health but when i checked on him, hes fine! Fields away under a sun and away from my younger and ready cows! I dont get it! Maybe because hes more human than he is bull, he does have a human face and even body, just taht everything below is...well bull. Tail, those wonderful breeding-” “Auntie!” Before she could finish [ ] was hushing the woman, waving her arms “I get it i get it Bull bottom human top i dont need to hear about his loins!” She pleaded.

Laughing, the goddess reached to a pile of hay, whistling to feed some of the nearby cows “Ah you silly girl, I was only gloating about my finest bull yet! I even tried bringing him mortals but...he crushed them, saying they were too small. Every single one! Younger older it didnt matter, he wanted nothing to do with them and just squashed them like a bug under his hoofs! I'm at my wits end, Im not sure what he needs, and hes so large i cant just let him walk around the palace place, he intimidates the clerks and huffs when talked to!” Dramatically laying against the table she looked to the thinking girl, her eyes shining with an idea “Hey auntie, how about you take me to him, i can see if hes loss any weight or seems sickly anywhere. Where do you think hed be at this time?” [ ] asked “Ah you brave girl, what time is it, almost high noon? He might be in the field but its the one with my giant tree that he likes” Demeter responded, pointing to a large tree up a few fields with nothing much around it but luhs grass. “Doesnt even matter if i put up a fence, he walks on two legs so he just hops over it” She sighed again as the duo headed outside.

Seeing a tall minotaur coming towards them [ ] stopped along Demeter, her goddess aunt speaking “Ah Milvor, how are you and Altine?” “Lady Demeter and I'm guessing this is [ ], we are fine. The misses is in the field now, seeing if she can see our boy” He said. Realizing that this was the after for her case [ ] spoke up “Uhm sir have you noticed anything amiss with er-” “Kendo, his name is Kendo” The Minatour said “Ah yes with Kendo, anything seem to be hurt or missing from his way of life” She asked. “Well..not particularly. Hes always fought some of the other males here so bruises and marks are a common thing we see from him. Besides a broken horn he doesn't have anything major going on. Just that he refuses to be around anyone here. Even us at times when were out with the others” He said solemnly , looking at the girl. Grabbing her hands he pleaded “Please, help our son? I know he can be rude and dismissive but down there our sweet boy is in there, were worried sick about him” Milvor said, a sad moo coming from his approaching wife “Miss i do appreciate you checking on him, I just hope he'd be home soon” A half cow women spoke , coming beside this Kendo’s father “Well i'll do my best, it doesnt sound like hes too hurt or anything serious so i'll make sure to try and get him to be with you both” Giving a reassuring smile [ ] started off, heading to the tree at the top of them hill. Just before she got far Demeter called to her, handing her sweet wheat “Heres some of his snack, he sometimes will come back if we offer him more” She said. Taking the wheat and putting it in the side of her flowing peplos. Soon with enough treading uphill , she got close to the tree , soon seeing a tail swish from in front of the tree. Hesitantly she walked forward before seeing hooved legs, also covered in black fur, pop out from the tree. Placing a hand at the side that had no person on it she peeked over to in fact , find a rather giant back in the sun, small flecks of freckles on the toned skin. Holding her gift closer she walked to the male before hearing a snort “ ‘M tellin’ ya Elinor I dont want nothin’ to do with ya, go on, go back to the heard” A rough and deep voice said, a larger hand coming up to wave off whoever was behind him. Feeling a bit bad for this mysterious Elinor and offended, she was brushed off [ ] walked closer , standing at the ends of his legs until the male growled. “I told ya to-'' Stopping himself from yelling once he turned around he was surprised to find not hybrid named Elinor but in fact the small [ ] her eyes widening as amber ones looked down “Yer not Elinor” He said as [ ] giggled “And im guessing youre Kendo” She said as the bull sat up, cruising his legs and the curious woman in front of her. “Whos askin?”

He huffed as [ ] looked at him as she did the same , sitting across from the hybrid “A…. doctor of sorts. Your parents, along with Goddess Demeter asked me to come check on you, see how youre doing” she said as he huffed again “ ‘M fine, now why did they send you” He said as he watched her pull things out, paper , a quill, ink and is that..? Pointing to the bustle of wheat he called out “Is that… for me?” Blinking [ ] looked at the almost childish Kendo, smiling as she untied the snack “It is for you, I heard you liked it. Brought it in the hopes youd talk to me?” She questioned, holding a piece out for him to take. Hesitantly he did, gnawing at it as he hummed in delight, his tail swishing. “ So uhm… Doc what do want to know” He asked, watching as the smaller girl touched his chest and arms, squeezing lightly as she wrote down different things “If ya wanted to touch me ya shouldve asked” He teased, taking his own hand to her face. Felling he face warm up she moved back, poking him with a finger “Now now be good im just seing if youre injured. Besides that horn, do you have anything broken or doenst feel well?” She asked as she waved a pisces of wheat, making him focus. “Nah, im as fit as a fiddle” Side eyeing his response she still gave him a piece , hearing him hum in delight as she wrote more notes.

“So no injuries, no pain , nothing?” shaking his head he continued to eat , taking some pieces from her bundle as she reached for the uneatten pieces “Hey! No you get these as a reward for answering me not to eat at your leisure!” She scolded. Reaching as far as she could she grabbed at his hand before he lifted them higher, smirking “Well miss doc i want what i want, and I want my snack” He said before she grabbed his arm, poking a manicured nail at it hand “Well Kendo ill let you have it if you tell me whats wrong, without covering it up deal?” Feeling him flinch at her poking she did it again until he moved away , glaring at her through his bangs that hung low “Fine! Stop poking me though, ya nails hurt! And theres nothing wrong, i just dont like ‘em cows! They stink!” He said as he knelt closer, moving her from his arm. “They stink? How old are you 5? Why do they stink!” [ ] huffed back as he chewed more of his treat, looking to the flustered girl “Im 22 in human years little girl , and like i said they stink! Reeks like open sores and meat” He said as he kept eating , laying in the sun. Thinking over his words it dawned in her what he could be talking about “And what do i smell like Kendo?” [ ] asked, catching the half bull off guard “I dunno, you dont stink, Neither does lady Dem” He said as he turned to her. Leaning over she gave him a piece of wheat again but this time, pushing herself a bit forward, watching as his body shook before he took the piece , eating it. “Well Kendo, my name is [ ] and ill be checking on you moreoften okay? I need to run down to the house but ill be back if that's okay with you?” Silently he shook his head, watching her run off as he opened his still crossed legs, feeling himself unsleeth as he groaned ‘Shit...now why am I gettin turned on’ he thought to himself, rubbing away what he could before the girl came back

As soon as she got to the farm she was met with the eyes of the worrying three, the first to speak being his mother Altine “Oh! [ ] youre back!” She said, the bell on her neck dangling as she ran to the fence “How is my boy? Kendo is he alright?” she asked as Demeter and Milvor came soon after for the report “Well maam i can confirm he is healthy, not is wrong with him the only thing is..” [ ] hesitated as she looked at them “He might have a heat approaching, is this his first one by any chance?” SHe asked as they all looked at eachother, Demeter speaking up “Well not exactly, this is why I kept bringing mortals up here, he wouldnt mate with the cows, and even other hybrids! Nothing! Hed turn his nose up at them all and go back to that field. He actually broke that horn of his fighting a bull from a neighboring farm who wanted to cow that was trying to get his attention” Demeter said, sigh as she saw her nieces blank face , afraid she overwhelmed her “Its alright if you dont think hes fixable [ ] i can-” “No hes fine. I can help him, and i think it wont be that hard either” [ ] said, giving the group a smile. “Watch him for a few days for me , im gonna go back up there with him, see how he is then come back in a few days with some of my things, ill stay here as long as need be to help your son” She said as she gave them all a smile, going inside to get her something to eat. Soon she hear her aunt appear, shuffling about to give her a basket to put her things in “Here, Im so gald helping him is a easy fix” She said sighing happily as she continued “I know he should mate on his own time, but im more concerned for his heath of it all, he doesnt even release into anyone or even by himself” Glancing towards her auntie she took in a breath before saying something “Well, i know it has to be bad now, he even said the er, cow women here stink, so their hormone have to be covered with other bulls or maybe he genuinely doesnt see appeal with them” [ ] said. Thinking it over Demeter gave her an almost alarming look “Well if thats the case just as you arrived he asked me what i was cooking, that something smelt good. I told him I didnt have anything and he just retreated back to his part of the barn before leaving for the field again.” Slowly [ ] realized she might be in for more than she imagines but brushed it off. “Interesting..” She said as she took her full basket “I have an idea, im gonna see if his heat hits its peaking times in a few days, I do plan on staying here if youd have me here?” She asked as a delighted look spread across Demeter’s face “Of course dear child! I missed having you around! Your Father was bad at bringing you over, him and his festivals” Demeter huffed before she poked her nieces cheek “Besides! We can have a girls night, or well er, weeks depending!” She said as the laughed together “Well it's a deal!”

Heading back up the hill she saw that Kendo had moved, facing a running river as he sast in the sun once more, looking content. [ ] smirked to herself before grabbing some of the things she had ; a brush, a lavish soap and a towel. Heading to where the behemoth of a hybrid laid she noticed his ear twitched, before he opened an eye to look back at her. “Hey Doc, ya back.” He said as she gave him a smile, sitting beside his head “Why yes I am. You seem to be enjoying yourself” She teased as he smirked, turning to face her. “Well i do enjoy the sun, keeps me warm nd my hair soft.” Looking him over again she noticed that his hair was always up in a bun but his bangs covering his eyes, a different hue of color, more of a rustic red than his black furred legs. “Well about that...Im gonna give you a bath!” the giant bull flinched at her words, seeing the happy look gracing her face “Oi now look, ‘m fine i dont need no bath” He argued as she pouted “Why sure you do! I know you dont go when the others get theirs, and if that bun of yours is any indication, you need to wash all of that dirt and grime off. Now let me help you” She barked back, pointing the soft looking brush towards his face. He stood up, now overthrowing the girls height as he pointed a finger at her “Now look, I like being this way, it keeps those girls offa me if you clean me now they wont leave me alone!” [ ] sighe before stepping closer, pointing her own small hand at his face, moving closer “Now you listen to me Kendo, I have things to help keep them off of you, this is for your own health! I can leave you here, dirty but your hair and fur is gonna get so matted theyll have to shave you!”

At hearing a potential that hed be shave Kendo flinched, moving his bangs so his soft eyes could meet her determined ones “Theyll shave me? Ion wanna be like the sheep” he said she she gave him a satisfied look. “Well go into the water then and ill make sure you wont!” Reluctantly he sighed, walking into the river as she followed behind, pinning her longer robe so it wouldnt get too wet as she sat at the side of the river. Holding a hand out she waved him closer, the male coming to her as she undid his hair. To her utter surprise it fell down his shoulders, stopping just short of his waist. Gently she pushed his bangs back to see his pretty amberish eyes looking up to her [ ]’ed ones. He had a typical Bull hook through his nose , the gold shining in the warm sun. He was quite handsome, sun kissed skin and a clear face, broad shoulders and a nice body. Even with his mostly human body his horns, tail and ears were bull, on top of his legs and...neithers , that were covered in fur. Softly she traced a scar under his eye, the wound slightly tender as he jumped from the touch. Going to her wrist she tied a string to hold his long bangs up, a giggle falling from her lips as he almost looked like a younger child getting a bath “What're you lookin at me like that for” He huffed as she laughed more, pushing his face together “You look like an upset child is all. Now go ahead and dip in the water for me , ill scrub you after.” Listening to her, Kendo dropped watching as some of the debris and dirt washed off around him as he stood up, shaking his hair “Good enough?” He asked as she shook her head, pouring some of the sopa on the brush as she started to was his chest,making sure to scrub him as clean as she could from land. Sensing her struggle he reached to her, lifting her over his body as she squealed “Sorry, you were just strugglin so i thought i'd help you” Kendo said as [ ] hesitantly started to wash as much as she could, tapping his arm anytime she needed to move. Being up there did help, she was able to was his horns and his hair, revealing the rust orange and copper hair underneath. Surprised she ran her finger though it, giving him a shy smile. “See dont you feel a bit better?” She asked as he shyly nodded, noticing how her clothes clinged to her chest. He reached to put her back on land, coming out of the water himself as he allowed her to scrb his legs and hoofs, the dull black fur coming to life as he watched in awe. She didnt mind helping him, still came to bother him when he said he didnt want help and now she was bathing him. Kendo mulled over how helpful she was, and realized she was more comforting than most. After scrubbing his hoofs shiny she tapped his legs, signaling she was done.

“All right! Now that youre all clean and such Ill make sure you stay this way okay Kendo?” [ ] said as she went back to the basket, pulling out two apples. The bull in question watched as she came back to him, handing him the other one “Here ya go! Thought you could use something sweet” kendo took the apple from the girl, before biting into it, thanking hier softly as they sat in silence. Soon [ ] spoke up, breaking their silet aurora “So...ill be around here the next few days or so, ill probably stay longer, giving how nice it is” She laughed, looking at the curious male beside her “Dont be afraid to ask me for anything okay? Im here to help you” With that Kendo nodded, going back to the apple. Quietly Kendo touched her arm, making [ ] look to him as an unfamiliar look went over his face. Gently herself, [ ] put her hand on his, shaking her head as a signal for him to talk. “Would you mind...pettin me?” he asked before [ ]’s eyes went wide. Now feeling a bit more embarrassed he spoke up again “I have problems going to sleep, ‘ts why i like it out here in the sun, its warm , nd comforting…” Pausing he continued after he got his words together. “You do the same thing like the sun. Youre warm...comforting.. And make me feel sleepy...so if you pet me...ill be comforted to sleep..its what my mama did, but im too big to be in her lap” With that kendo finished, glancing to the girl who gave him a soft look “Of course i can! I have to get pick some more clothes up but once i get back, I can stay with you out here.” Shaking his head Kendo looked back to the river “Ya dont have to sleep outside with me just...put me to sleep” Unable to stop herself [ ] hugged his arm, looking at him through her lashes “Oh cmon you big baby, I dont mind it! Havent slept under the stars since i was a kid!” Brushing off her dress she ran a hand though his thick locs of hair, giving him another warm hug “Ill be back before sundown, now you be good” And with that he watched as his new found friend walked down the hill.

As promised she brought a blanket and joined him, laying under the tree as the large male went to sleep on her lap, contently humming as [ ] ran her fingers through his hair, making Kendo groan as he fell asleep like mentioned, hugging her thighs as he slept the most comfortable he had in weeks. Watching the hybrid sleep she saw all types of scars, some down his back , others on his chest. A few on his arms and only one on his face, plus the broken horn. He obviously got himself into different groups of problems, but he was sweet, not as curt as he expected. Running her fingers down his back she watched him shiver, going to wrap his arms higher around her torso. Giggling as softly as she could [ ] started to braid his hair back in his sleep, the moving under her ceasing as he was well resting once more. Thinking to herself ‘ If he’ll be like this it should be a breeze to help him.’ Oh how wrong she was.

A few days passed with little to no incident , [ ] going around helping with the daily chore and hanging out with her deity auntie. As the two of them sat in the living quarters, drinking a mixed juice that her father set them they heard a bell appear towards the window, it being Kendo’s mother “I'm so sorry to bother you , but i think something is gravely wrong. Kendo is whining in the shed, earlier he even started to-” Before she could finish a thumb came from his shed, followed by a groan “and that, he's been head butting his room” sitting up [ ] looked to his shed, seeing the door shut but large banging still coming from inside “Hey Auntie, is it alright if we could move him to the other field? I dont want his lashing to accidentally hurt anyone here” Coming besides [ ] Demeter chewed at her lip, thinking “Well, if we can stop him then yes, I'd get the boys to move it quickly”. With that answer [ ] got up, heading to the rocking shed. Taking in a breath she knocked, hearing that the groans subsided. The door slowly creaked open, showing a heaving Kendo “[ ].....?” He whispered, looking over her body as she reached to his forehead, pressing her hand against it. Hot, way too hot. “Kendo, sweetie come with me okay? We’re gonna go to the fields and we're gonna move your shed there okay?” Silently he nodded, coming out of his place. He was gasping, chest heaving as his eyes swirled a darker color than normal. Taking the outstretched hand of [ ] his larger fingers curled against it, following the light pull of the girl. Softly, He nudged her back “ ‘M hot..” he said as she looked back at him, making sure the fever wasn't wearing him down. He gave her a weak smile, rubbing the back of her hand “ ‘M alright princess, just hot” Kendo said as she noted how his voice dropped octaves. “Well theyre gonna bring a bigger shed for you out here and ill check on you every hour. Does anything hurt?” [ ] asked as they walked up the hill “Nah, but my horns are ackey.” “Is that why you were bashing them on the shed?” “Yeah...its like trying to scratch an itch you can reach” Kendo sighed, seeing his usual tree coming into view. As the duo got there he dramatically fell under it, pulling [ ] with him. “K-kendo! Careful!” she fussed as he let go of her apologizing as he drifted to sleep. Soon some of the workers had started working on the new roomed shed for him , finishing just before sundown as they would inform Demeter of where she was.

Gently pushing the deep sleeping boy from her lap she went to his new place, checking everything out. It was more of a small home than a shed, filled with a huge bed and a nice aesthetic to them, the touch of the goddess laced through the look of the place. Going around to sort some of the things they brought for Kendo, [ ] felt a presence behind her “whats all this..” the groggy bull said, ducking down to walk into his lavish bedroom “Your new home! I had them build something spacious but also not overwhelming, and these white are just so lovely.” [ ] kept talking as she soon felt two large arms wrap around her torso “ Ya did this for little ol me..?” He whispered as she ran a hand over his forearm. “I did...you need somewhere to relax in this state” She responded, trying to get from his grasp as he tighten it “Uh uh dont leave...tell me whats wrong with me doc..why cant I stop feeling hot...and anytime you come around I...cant help myself” He ended with a groan , burying his face in the shorter girls neck “Well once im sure of you being in a state of need ill be back okay? Just...relax for me and i promise ill be back.” finally convincing him to let go of her waist, not without a pained groan as he went to the bed, hazy eyes glancing over the short dress wearing girl “Get some more rest okay? Im gonna get something to eat and ill be back in the morning. Call me if you need me okay?” [ ] said as he just groaned a meek response, turning to his side.

Earlier the next morning [ ] woke up to an empty house. Stretching she found a neatly written note with some food on the table

Dearest Niece, Im currently headed to your Uncle Poseidon's place, I should be back some time later ; an update on Kendo, hes been begging for you all day, wont let anyone touch him or check on him. He should be awake now but do be warned ; He’s a lot more scatterbrained than usual

Auntie Demeter

Reading over the note again [ ] sighed, putting on her more comfortable and workable dress as she headed up to his new little house on his hill, the sound of groaning and whines coming to her ears as she got to his door. Seeing it ajar she pushed it open slightly, the place dark except from a crack of light coming from the window. Going to the shades she opened them, hearing a hiss from the bed. “Kendo its me..[ ]?” She called out as the wild set of hair came into view. He was even more disheveled, eyes filled over as he looke to the girl before growling, crawling out of the bed to her. With a gasp she was in his arms, body shaking as she was met with unnaturally feral eyes from the boy. “You left me yesterday..” he rapeseed out, burying his face in her neck again as she grabbed at his thick neck “Kendo honey, i told you id be back this morning didnt i?” She calmly said as he held her tighter, pushing her chest to his “Dont care, ‘ts too long” Realizing why he was so needy [ ] tried to reason with him “Well im sorry love, here lets sit down on the bed” Trying to get him to move she walked forward only to feel something large and hot push into her bare thigh. Nervously she looked down only to be faced to what she feared it was ; His hanging member. A wicked laugh came from above her as she was met with his ever lust driven eyes, a hand of his going to cup her ass and pull her closer “See what you left me with? No matter how hard i fuck my fist i cant cum, it wont come out” He whined and burried his face again, rocking himself on her thigh “Please ill do anythin..youre the only one who sgotten me like this...the only one i want..[ ] please princess help me” Overwhelmed but the situation she tried to pull back, eyes searching his “K-kendo youre getting yourself worked up relax-” Without warning he picked her up, making her screech as he brought her crouch to his face, inhaling as he whimpered, reaching down to his growing dick “Fuck you smell good, like flowers...and sweets..” Letting his tongue roll out he sucked over her panties, making her squeal as she gripped his messy hair “N-no kendo put me down i need to help y-you!” She moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, a mutual groan coming from both of them. Soon a hard tug to his hair resonated, cause him to put her down as she barely touched the floor, hand grabbing his biceps “Kendo please, please sit down youre overworking yourself.” Trying to calm her racing heart she saw how hazed he was, his hand coming to wrap around his visually throbbing head, stroking himself as tight and fast as he could, looking at the awe struck girl infront of him. His hips lifted up as he was chasing a high but he soon groaned, thrusting meekly in his fist “I-I cant, fuck I cant do it doll, ‘t hurts...p-please” Finally snapping from her haze she got closer to Kendo, hand still trying to milk himself as she put her hand over his, stoping the motion.

“K-ken..ill help you okay? Youre gonna rub yourself raw at this pace..” nervously [ ] pulled his hand away, precum coating it as she gulped. He was huge, red and swollen tip curved in the right places. Even with his bull heritage he was still humanly manageable, but with a lot of work to try and get it to fit. With her staring at the intimidating size it twitched , curving up to his belly button as he gave her a lop sided snarl “ Cmon darlin, he... er, we need you . ya keep staring make me feel a bit exposed” He laughed as [ ] gave her own light chuckle. Facing her fears she wrapped a hand around his tip, a hurting yelp falling from Kendo at the touch made her eyes flicker to him but what she saw was pure lust, eyes blown with his tongue licking over his lips “Y-yes finally...shit I-i can feel somethin” Kendo couldnt help himself. Reaching down he grabbed her other hand , wrapping them tightly around his tip as he thrusted between them. “Mhmm im cumin, im gonna cum o-oh shit” As soon as she twisted her wrist to help him he felt himself twitch , spurts of warm cum splattering on [ ]’s face and the floor a he gave her a nervous laugh “S-shit doll face yer good...im sorry i couldnt hold it in..” he said shyly as [ ] gave him a sympathetic look, stroking over his still throbbing head. “[ ] please...can I fuck you? I-I promise ill go slow its juts the smell of you is..mhmm intoxicating” Kendo pulled her up from her knees, pressing his mouth against her clinging panties ,pulling them with his teeth. [ ] squeaked, grabbing his hair as he pushed her hips closer, trying to lick her. “W-wait ill take em off” Pushing at his shoulders she pulled the piece he had in his mouth out, sliding the flimsy lace as she came a bit closer, a growl coming from his lips as he pushed her dress higher, finally able to taste her. Throwing one leg then the next on his shoulder kendo fell back, making her fall onto his lips.

[ ] let a pitched moan come out, startled by his rummaging in between her thighs , his diligent uskcing on her clit taking a toll as she came, bucking her hips onto his mouth. Swallowing her juices Kendo flipped her on her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress up and over her shoulder to release her covered chest, now exposed “mhmm i want more of that sweet nectar baby why dont you give it to me?” whispering in her ear and now bucking his even harder dikc between her small lips [ ] started to panic “K-Ken wait I dont think youll fit!” ignoring her thrashing Kendo looked over her body, seeing how she shook at every stroke of his tip against her sopping core “I told ya ill be gentle, hold still [ ]...i wouldnt hurt my mate” The heaviness of those word took over [ ]’s body as she looked back to him, only to see the save behemoth size push against her ring of muscles. Agonizingly slow he pushed, letting his tip slide in as he pushed each small inch he could in, a whine falling from them both. Once he was halfway in he slowly thrust his hips, causing the girl to yelp “I-its alright i got ya okay? Youre fine...its okay im here” Constantly praising her , Kendo was able to slip more into her, each mini thrust pushing him a bit closer to her, the sounds of squishing and pleasure filled moans filling the room. Becoming overwhelmed at almost being full [ ] pushed her hips back to take the rest, making Kendo yelped and [ ] moaned, the sudden feeling of him bottoming out almost too much as he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling him brush her cervix. Swinging his hips more fluidly he started to pounder her even more, gripping her neck as he pushed her deeper in the bed “Fuck yeah i knew youd be my perfect little minx, taking me so well i cant wait to see you swollen with my babies” He huskily whispered , the stretched out girl too blissed at taking him whole to care about his words.

“I bet youd love being my mate, wouldnt have to lift a finger for anything , id take good care of ya..” Continuing his beating against her cervix he felt something strong hed never felt before, a blind need to cum hitting him like a train “mhm..please let me breed you, this pussys’ mine, all i ever wanted...ill make you a cute little house wife hm? Make you swell with cute little us running about.” Feeling her weakening clench over him he reached for that bundle of nerves, switching his hips to hit even deeper, his throbbing dick pushing against that sponge in her walls. Crying out [ ] fell lower, feeling him slip impossibly deeper as he sped up.” Cmon [ ] , babygirl cum for me..give me it..t-then i can give you what you want yeah? Fill ya to the brim so you can bear me a strong child….”Finally at that the little sense of control snapped coming from a particularly hard push and roll of her clit she was whining , grabbing the arm beside her head as angry red lines welted up. Feeling her hit her peak Kendo got to his knees , nursing her bud as she tried to tug him away, thighs shaking as teary eyes looked down to his fierce lust filled one. As soon as she started whimpering and pulling her hips away he stopped, scrubbing his tip along her folds as he entered without too much pull, [ ]’s mouth falling open “Mh..i'm so close baby...just wanted to look at you when I fill you full..” Kendo felt his tip twitch, making his hips stutter as he picked his pace up again, watching as her arms went are far as they could to his back, stretching his shoulders as he came with a growl, and almost audible sound of him pumping in her heard as she weakly pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a intimate kiss.

With care he pulled from her lips, seeing her eyes fill up again as he kissed tears away “Its alright...its okay ‘m here princess...its alright..I didnt hurt you did I?” Kendo asked as he looke at her slightly bulged stomach, a satisfied smirk on his lips “ Hey [ ]...” He started as she gave a weak hum he continued “Be my mate..I know i didnt ask before filling you bu...id be honored to make such a caring woman my mate and wife...treat you just like my father does my mom..…” He said, nuzzling her cheek before [ ] pulled his face up, kissing him lightly as she gave him a tired smile, rubbing his cheeks “I-id be honored to be your mate..take good care of me okay? Or Auntie Demeter has your head..” Laughing he kissed her lips again, sealing their new deal

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