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thefiendio · 4 months

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‘Sleepy Indulgence’ - Giyuu Tomioka

I have a sudden motivation, and potentially something planned with Kokushibo ;)

Warnings : Sleeping!reader, this is consensual and was talked about from both parties, Giyuu gets horny, thigh fucking, Giyuu feels guilty afterward, potentially afab!reader because of any anatomical reasons (but amabs can do whatever :]), Kinda possessive Giyuu, established relationship, sleepy sexual interactions, doesn’t jump right into the smut for once (but has sexual enough themes to need a cut after the GIF), intentional lack of dialogue, not proofread

You breathed out a laugh as Giyuu brought up his current ‘issue’ with you, which consisted of him getting excited in the middle of the night, but not being able to take care of it in peace without fear of waking you up.

“Well, if you want to, you’re allowed to use me to get rid of your little ‘issue’,” you spoke, your response almost sending him into cardiac arrest as his face flushed with a rosy pink color, him turning away to try and hide his embarrassment.

“W-Well, I don’t- Are you sure? Do you want me to?” He stuttered out, looking into your eyes hopefully at the end of his statement. You smiled and nodded, confirming his hopes, and he gave a hesitant one in return, avoiding your eyes and getting shy again.

You both talked about it, and came to an agreement. As long as he told you what he did, and didn’t cum inside, he could do as he pleased with you.

That night, you both were getting ready for bed, and you purposefully made sure to not wear any undergarments, having a hunch that he was going to need it. You also put on an easy-access kimono, that he could easily pull up or down as he pleased.

You both got settle into the futon, and his nervous demeanor came back as he asked for your consent again, in case anything happened between your earlier conversation and now, which nothing did and you gave him consent and reminded him of the agreement terms.

He smiled, now reassured, and he then got snuggled up closer to you and you both fell asleep in each other’s arms, like almost every night spent together.

After a few hours of sleeping, Giyuu woke up with the familiar ache between his legs and turned to face you with a blush on his face. Looking at your form, curled up, facing away from him and completely at peace, his mind wandered to how you could take him completely, and sometimes with a little struggle when you haven’t done anything in a while. He also thought about the other sexual encounters that you’ve had with him, which didn’t help with his ‘issue.’

He mentally cursed himself for his thoughts, acting like you didn’t have semi-regular sex with him. He felt like he was violating you with this sort of thing, but he remembered your talk and how you reassured him that he had your complete and total consent with this.

He sighed and mentally reassured himself, and when he felt that he was ready to do this, and pulled down his Hakama pants, stopping periodically to make sure that you were totally asleep for this and that you wouldn’t wake up while he was doing this.

Once his cock was completely out, he softly crept over toward you and pulled up your sleeping kimono, marveling at how you weren’t wearing any undergarments underneath it. This reminded him that you completely consented to this, and how he shouldn’t be nervous.

He then placed his body directly behind you, holding you close as he placed his painfully hard cock in between your thighs, spitting into his hands and using his saliva as a way to make this easier.

Once he got himself settled in between your thighs, he let out a soft groan, all worries of making you uncomfortable left his mind. He wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to pull you impossibly closer to him, and him to you.

With a shaky breath, Giyuu started moving. He started off with a few test thrusts, slow and far apart, seeing what you do in response.

He got more comfortable in this situation, speeding up a little bit, but getting rougher with his thrusts.

Not wanting to wake you, he muffled his whines and moans in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses along your shoulder.

Giyuu wasn’t expecting it to feel this good, which was evident in the way his hips stuttered as he got close to his impending orgasm already.

The heat in his belly was growing more intense with each passing second and movement of his hips, making his gentle thrusts irregular and varying in strength.

As if on a nonexistent cue, the coil in his stomach tightened and snapped, bringing him over the edge of his orgasm.

Your shoulder was barely enough to muffle the moan that he let out, the volume of this woke you up, but Giyuu was far too into pleasure to care at this moment.

Giyuu gave a few weak thrusts to help him ride out his orgasm, and he snuggled up to you, completely spent.

It was at this moment that you realized what happened, and you spoke out, making him jump,

“Did you have fun there Giyuu?”

He really needed to do this again, and maybe to allow you to return the favor

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ourolite2 · 4 months

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ᨳິ petites idées!　　nsfw, smut. various genshin characters.　different animal alignments *round of applause* themes — gn!reader (w/ barely any specified anatomical context), hinted backshots/riding, obsessive/servile behavior, overstimulation/edging, cock warming, edging, brat taming (on both ends), subtle manipulation, restraints, usage of toys, immense dirty talk, slight corruption, mentions of going unconscious, mentions of straps, somnophilia (written consensually), + thigh humping- GYATT, there’s a lot… ༄

✦ 𝒟om doggo personalities who are experimental softies and pleasers who would do anything to ensure your satisfaction if you cajole them with the correct treats. Because these loyal little things desires will go miles for your recognition, it’s safe to assume that they’re a couple of sycophantic servants with their minds hellbent on quaffing down whatever is between your plush thighs, their poochie eyes soused with zeal as they lick you until your cum dissipates on their taste buds. They would be unduly stimulating, considering that you’d reach the pinnacle of pleasure once their tongue adulates your body as a reward for treating them with such kindness. Though it’s needless to say that they’re not all sunshines and rainbows, for some could be punishingly desperate if you haven’t returned the adoration, feeling a sense of regret pile onto their heart. They’d question your love for them, tears embellishing their miffed expressions as your walls fail to grasp around them considering how possessively they’ll pound inside of you, not caring about you being on your sixth orgasm — they’d just fuck you through another again and again and again. As long as you sincerely understand how much your attention means to them.

✧ “Feels good? Want more? C’mon, puppy.. do a trick for me? Shake? That’s a good pup.. Now, cum?” CHONGYUN, Neuvillette, CHILDE, Amber, ITTO, Navia, KAVEH, Yoimiya, EI, Furina, Kokomi, Candace, GOROU, + Thoma ordered you breathlessly and hopelessly as they watched your ass shake and undulate on their strap/dick, a spate of breathless moans eluding your lips during the process. Once the command has been established, your body would had practically collapsed onto the silk-infused duvets if it wasn’t from them holding you upwards so you could cum cooperatively and sequentially.

✦ 𝒮ub puppy personalities who will give their viability in order to retreat such amorous praises from you, so it’s safe to conclude that they’re just as obsequious as their dominant counterparts. Their adulation, overprotection and servile attributes deserve high-quality treats that would leave them compliant for the rest of the seasons. Although they’re practically brainwashed into maintaining your pleasure, whether it's with lecherous experiments that leave their vulnerabilities exposed for you to exploit and taint or smothering you with amaranthine gifts that they know you’d relish in, a puppy is still a puppy. It’s your job to give them more attention than anticipated, otherwise they’ll rebelliously defy you, purposely cumming without permission merely because you’ve demanded them to hold it. Their devotional minds are easily tempted into disorder, but they’re also prone to correction since their primary goal in life is to make you happy. Spewing panty apologies as you fuck them relentlesly, their whines and blabbers far from comprehensible, but you knew that this was more than enough to make them capitulate.

✧ “Mmnh- No, don’t wanna sit. Aren’t I your pretty puppy? M’ I a good puppy? I wanna- wanna.. up? Up, please? Please?” GOROU, Ayaka, Kokomi, NEUVILLETTE, Xingqiu, ITTO, Charlotte, + Ganyu implored somewhat comprehensively as spittle cascaded from the corner of their mouth, frantically grinding their hips against your crotch since they’re completely tempted to begin bouncing on your dick/strap like before. However, it would take much more than just polished, dewy, pleading eyes gleaming down at you to convince you to make them cum, let alone repetitive begging that should’ve been muted hours ago.

✦ 𝒟om feline personalities who innately presided over you once you’ve confirmed that you were theirs, therefore are outwardly self-possessed and assertive. While also experimentalists due to their insatiable curiosity, they’ll selfishly coax you into trying new things with them, their dilated, tantalizing eyes enrapturing you during the process. It would be a crime to tell such a guileless plea no, but your chafed wrists and desiccated throat wished you ruminated your words with healthier care. They expect to be lionized incessantly, even when your vocal cords lack the capability to produce anything that doesn’t resemble streams of whimper-like moans, even when they fail to grant you a millisecond of their time, even when you’re stuffed with a bullet vibrator that was on the highest setting available. You’d think that these personalities were insouciant towards your well-being, which discloses an intense suggestion of narcissism, but there’s an impending punishment awaiting for you if you were to speak of someone who isn’t nearly as important as them. Beseech them with mewls if you desire forgiveness, or else your skin will go pallid with the amount of cum suffusing with it, whether it’s theirs, which likely isn’t, or yours.

✧ “You call that apologizing? You’re still too comprehensible… Prove yourself better than that, little dove. Give me what I want, then I’ll have my pretty fingers in your pretty hole.” SCARAMOUCHE, Yelan, AL-HAITHAM, Wanderer, ZHONGLI, Lumine, Lynette, ROSARIA, Ayato, Beidou, YAE MIKO, CYNO, Tighnari, NINGGUANG, + Lisa retorts tauntingly as the vibrations of the toy intensified causing your legs to quake incessantly, your lips spew with squeaks, and your tears to prick harsher than the prickles of cacti. Instead of providing for any necessary comfort, they simply assisted your upcoming, and rather forced, orgasm by fucking you thoughtlessly with the cum-drenched bullet.

✦ 𝒮ub kitty personalities whose imprudence is genetically unbearable since these brats tend to overstep your boundaries solely because you told them not to do such. However, if you overlook their overbearing arrogance and overwhelming urges to poke at your wrong nerves, they’re simply adorable little things who wish to be doted on and coddled by you every second of their day, hence the excessive need to go overboard just for a lick of your attention. From innumerably rutting against silk-infused pillows with their doors ajar, their mewls disrupting your ability to focus on your work, to embellishing your tip/clit with taunting kitten licks before leaving you exasperated and needy. Have you considered teaching them a thing or two about patience? Forcefully shoving your dick/strap inside of them and ensuring that their moments are limited in order for you to tend to your work, disregarding the meaningless, ironic puppy-like whines against your shoulder, or the simmering sensations on your back as the regretful kitty in question excavated their claws into your back?

✧ “Mm-Master, let me cum... M’ a good kitty, right? I don’t… can’t- mmuh, pleaseplease.. C’mon? C’mon.. come on!” SCARAMOUCHE, Venti, LYNEY, Childe, Hu Tao, WANDERER, Venti, Eula, Zhongli, Wriothesley, HEIZOU, Mona, + Kaeya pleaded impatiently as your dick/strap fucked into them relentlessly resulting in them losing balance to the point where the only stability available is your hands which were grasping needily onto their waist. Each and every time cum threatened to spill from them, you’d halt your actions, which induced the blubbers and writhes significantly from the toy in desperate need of fulfillment as much as they’re deprived of punishment.

✦ 𝒟om rabbit personalities who are the clingiest when it comes to you and only you. Even with their timidity, they would bury it under the fabric of your shirt by hiding their heads underneath it, desiring to kiss along your mesmerizing skin without looking up at your puckish expression. Although they’re also willing to please and learn, they’re lack of understanding in certain fields causes hesitation, so you’re like guiding these poor souls. You’ve managed to misconstrue their brain into believing a plethora of artless ideals defines something rather lecherous, such as binkying in their lap as you ride/scissor them for ages, cum spluttering from your pretty pussy/tip as they spittle broken apologies and pleas due to understimulation. Meanwhile you’re the one that should be dying of thirst with the way those rabid sweethearts fuck you dry, whispering degrading nothings you’ve taught them to use in hopes they’ll eventually remmeber that it’s merely apart of foreplay. There’s not enough aftercare in the world to assist them, considering your first time with one of these individuals led to being fucked unconscious.

✧ “Mmmph- conejito… pl-please don’t sleep n-now, need you… want inside! Jusa lil’ more? Can’t.. just so mesmerizing when you cum all over my dick/strap..” VENTI, Chongyun (on them damn chilis), Hu Tao, XIAO, Lyney, + HEIZOU cried out subconsciously as they proceeded to weakly rut against your inanimate body, their mind muffled and muddled with a hazy lechery that could only be described as voracious. Even around the moment they were gradually comprehending your state, they had yet to snap out of it, even while the back of their mind is squealing to stop.

✦ 𝒮ub bunnies whose excitement and impatience is unbridled once you’ve mentioned that you were willing to please them when it’s needed, which ends up being hourly considering a rabbit’s inconceivable libido. In general, they need loads of attention considering how snoopy and energetic they are, let alone a tad brattish if they don’t receive what they want instantaneously. Though, when it came to it, much like their dominant counterparts, they were extremely modest during the first few weeks of training. Determining their favorite positions, beloved spots they adore being pleased with, or even going as far as coaxing them into behaving uncharacteristically if they want to make you proud. However, while being harebrained and impatient, they would bypass the preliminaries completely and lead as if they’ve invented foreplay, sloppily and selfishly binkying and grinding their hips against the surface of your thigh while you’re asleep. The overwhelming idea of you awakening and abasing them, which they weren’t even fond of before meeting you, was arousing them to the point where they brainlessly spittled their desires like forbidden affirmations.

✧ “A-And then—hmah! Sssh.. So much cum will be stuffed inside my mm-mouth. You’ll f-fuck my mouth, lips… c-call me mean names like.. b-boring bunny…” KABUKIMONO, Aether, Sucrose, Kazuha, Freminet, KAVEH, Shenhe, Nilou, LADY FURINA, Ei, + Layla + Xiao spluttered mindlessly as they humped the slight arch in your back considering that they’re straddling you, and yet you have yet to wake up, or so they assumed. With every grasp of your waist and aggressive thrust sent to your back, which was adorned by a series of rhythmic, sharp whines, your body jerked along with the bed, causing you to smile sadistically to yourself.

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zhongrin · 2 years

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cruel

◇ characters ◇ albedo

◇ tags ◇ ⚠️ torture, gore, violence, major character death, dark themes, mindbreak(?), angst ⚠️ ⬙ just... don't tell me i didn't warn you haha

◇ a/n ◇ *AGGRESSIVELY BANGS POTS AND PANS* ALBEDO KISSERS WAKE UP I MADE FOOD *serves you a plate of stir-fried bitter gourd with jueyun chilis*

one day, everything will return to the soil of teyvat.

humans, animals, plants, chalks - it matters not who or what you are, when celestia calls for your soul, you have to depart. it doesn't matter how hard you wish to stay. it matters not how determined the others are for you to stay. they say your death is sealed from the day you were born, and just like him who will one day turn into dust, he understands that you will do the same.

all he ever wished for was for the moment leading to your eternal rest to be a peaceful one.

....

why can't the cruel monsters gods at least grant him that single wish?

he's never hated alchemy in his life, but he's starting to think he does, now.

now, when bruises and cuts are blooming across your body, like some sort of a sick painting that constantly changes when touched. your eyes are unfocused, and you've long since abandoned the efforts to keep quiet, yet your screams have long since settled into silent hisses and breathless whimpers.

"feel like talking yet, chief alchemist?! now tell us where you're keeping rhinedottir's potion of wisdom!!"

"i-i don't have- there are no-" he gasps, voice thin and desperate and weak, "please-"

albedo rarely stutters - his words are always calculated and precise, and he's always been able to articulate himself perfectly, always able to unknowingly flaunt his intelligence without any conscious effort on his part. but it's like something in his brain has switched off completely.

he doesn't even know if you're conscious anymore. if you're even still alive at this point, because your blood is everywhere: the cold stone floor, the fatui mages' clothes, his tied-up hands (they had allowed him to hold you at first but they took you away out of his arms' reach when he kept denying their accusations), his clothes (they've all dried up and they clung to his skin and he felt sick from how cold they felt), and his cheek (how long has it been since you two were taken? how long until the knights of favonius arrive? how long until you decide to give up? how long until his sanity breaks?)

he thinks he hears a sickening crack when the battle boots slammed onto your palm. one of your legs twitches, but no sounds escape your throat, and there was no indication that the action has hurt you, but he knows it has to be - your pain tolerance might be high but anyone would at least respond when their bones are smashed to bits. instead, as if it was albedo's own hand that received the brutal treatment, he's the one who yelled in pain.

"i don't have it!! i don't have it i don't have it i don't have it please-"

"hmph.... hey, maybe we should've picked the kid instead."

cold blue eyes widen. teeth gritting, albedo trashes against the shackles, feeling his eyes sting even more after all the prolonged raw crying and lack of sleep for who knows how long.

yet once again, his movements halt when the female cryo mage who had just spoken shrieked in shock as your other hand suddenly grabbed her ankle. relief flooded his chest - you're alive. you're alive and conscious and there's still hope left-

an ice shard

materializes on top of you

and plunges straight onto your back.

....

......

.........?

"ugh, gross! i thought you broke their arm!!"

"i'm pretty sure i did-"

radio static fills his ears, muting the conversations between the agents as his gaze falls towards your eyes. your eyes, where the stardusts should be sparkling and shimmering under even the dimmest light, are empty. devoid of everything, a dark pool of the color it used to be. like charred fishes floating on top of lakewater. the dead rats ransacking his 'supplies' laced with poison. the bird carcass he dissected for anatomical research.

meaningless. insignificant. fragile.

so many hours,

days,

months,

seasons,

he has spent with you.

and yet your death was so quick.

the whisper of your name is soft and tender against his lips. fresh tears fill his eyes, even though he's qute sure he's already far too dehydrated at this point. he weakly tries to scoot over, just to get closer to you, just a little closer-

the agent beside him moves to kick your body away from him, and gloved fingers dig onto his scalp, pulling on the disheveled strands, his usual braids long since gone, his- no, your hair tie already missing since a long time ago. he realizes you were the one who helped him tie it last, and he's lost that, too.

albedo realizes that he misses your touch already. your voice your smile your laugh i miss you i miss you i miss you-

he doesn't even hear the fatui talking to him. doesn't feel the sting on his cheek and his busted lip when they slap him for being unresponsive.

doesn't realize who just came into the cell and causes everyone to tense up and bow respectfully.

"so the puppet still refuses to talk even after their fixer perishes? how amusing."

his throat constricts when this new person flips you over with his polished shoes, scrutinizing your body from behind his odd-shaped mask. he's seen the reports of this very person, though he doesn't exactly look the same as the old photo attached to the papers, but this has to be him.

he's struggling to breathe and all he manages to say is a short plea, "don't-"

one of the man's arms reaches down to hoist your limp form slightly upwards, and the way your head lolls lifelessly like a broken doll makes him choke back a sob. the doctor turns your face this way and that, as if he's inspecting a new specimen to experiment on. his stomach churns when he realizes that... that's all you're reduced to, right now, in this madman's eyes.

"acceptable, i suppose."

"don't you dare!" the guttural and low growl scratches his throat painfully. he thinks he can taste blood - oh, wait, he did injure the inside of his mouth long before while watching your battered body accumulate more and more wounds - "LEAVE THEM ALONE!" please please please don't desecrate them any further don't hurt them even more don't no no no no no no n o please-

"don't worry, kreideprinz."

dottore chuckles as he drags your lifeless body by your hair towards the door, further and further from him, only leaving a heavy trail of blood in its wake, the doctor's last sentence ringing in his ears as he feels the last bit of his sanity leave with you.

is he not even permitted to hold you and kiss you goodbye? can't he just look at you properly just one last time?

"even if they wake up, they won't remember your weak, pathetic self anymore."

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bokutosenpai · 2 years

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freebies

when kuroo was determined to get a “free” phone but got something else instead.

“we can’t keep doing this,”

you sighed, refusing with all your might not to look at him.

“what?” kuroo breathed. it’s as if time stopped and the blinking lights seem to blur altogether. the air seems to get thinner, making it hard for kuroo to breathe.

he wishes that you didn’t mean what he thought you meant. he didn’t want to assume, especially something bad, but really what else is there to think?

he pulled on your arm softly but his grip was firm, desperate for a clearer answer. “y/n look at me. talk to me.”

“i can’t anymore, kuroo,” shifting farther away from kuroo, only for him to step closer. his advances getting desperate. the lump in your throat getting harder to swallow.

“what do you mean?”

“i have nothing else to give… i have nothing.”

desperate pleas rest on the tip of his tongue.

“oh my godd..” bokuto groaned, as he slurped up the blue slushy. “just exchange more coins.”

the machine dinged! the usual theme song playing, blinking red indicating that kuroo had lost, again.

you laughed breaking off contact with kuroo’s intense stare.

“dude, you ruined it.” kuroo teased, digging into his shorts for more tokens that he might’ve missed.

“then stop flirting.” the buff man retaliated.

you grimaced, “we were not flirting.” as you slurped your own drink.

“tch, sure you weren’t.” koutarou grumbled before sighing into his cup. “i miss akaashi.”

kuroo snickered, grabbing you red slushy (“hey that’s mine!”) and taking a sip, “where is akaashi?”

rolling your eyes as you snatch your drink back, “he’s visiting family in miyagi.” you take out your phone switching to instagram and showing kuroo the picture.

“woah, who’s that?” he asked as he zoomed into the picture.

bokuto perked up in light of the switch in the conversation, “that’s his cousin from his mother-side! he’s a voleyball player like us.”

“iwaizumi, right?” you turned to bokuto and he nodded in affirmation.

“when did he post this?” kuroo began swiping down to all the comments of how uncanny akaashi and this iwaizumi fellow is.

you sighed, “that’s a throwback he posted a month ago.”

bokuto snickered, “you really need a new phone bro.” placing his arm around kuroo to peek at the comments.

kuroo, as if just remembering the original dilemma, “oh shit, I have to exchange some coins!”

“you’re still going?” you asked in disbelief.

“i won’t stop until i get that phone off the key machine!” kuroo declared, turning around the corner for the main desk.

the game kuroo has been obsessing over for the past month has a prize of the newest model phone. but the reason he’s so desperate is because kuroo, for the life of him, cannot take care of his phone; always cracking the screen, losing it in the train, accidentally sitting on it and basically being the worst phone user there is.

now he has somehow convinced himself that he could just win the phone in the arcade (“imagine how awesome that would be?”) instead of buying a new one like a normal person.

you let out a breathy chuckle, as you stirred the straw around the container.

“ohh you’re down bad.”

you looked at your cousin in front of you and scoffed, “now you better not be talking about me.”

bokuto ignoring your remark completely, “when i got the invite i thought it was gonna be a fun day out but instead i’m out here third-wheeling.” slurping the last contents of his slushy.

you scoffed, “what are you talking about? me and kuroo?”

now your denial would be considered effective if you weren’t redder than your slushy. such anatomic reaction could be because of a lot of things. the warm weather, a fever, your gigantic crush on kuroo, heat stroke, rash—the usual.

bokuto rose a perfectly plucked eyebrow, his hands on his hips giving a silent oh really.

“no—shut up,” you muttered and if your face was warm (it was), you hope he wouldn’t notice. he can be quite perceptive when he wants to be.

you want to believe that you have been subtle in hiding your fondness over the middle blocker—at the very least hiding it from kuroo. but such actions are proven to be difficult as kuroo is a very teasing, touchy person—one that does not do your heart any good.

“you know it’s not like that.” the palpable disappointment in your voice was covered up by your cough.

koutarou threw his cup to the nearest trashcan and stuck out his tongue to you and wordlessly pointed.

“yes, it’s blue,” you confirmed.

bokuto pumped his fists, “nice,”

“an-and it’s never going to be like that.” you stated louder.

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure y/n.”

“we’ve been friends since forever, way before you two even knew each other—i think if something was meant to happen, it would’ve happened by now.”

“uh-huh,” he retorted, his face contorted in distrust, “you know what i hear?”

he looked at you expectantly— to play along as his audience with his impending speech. even going as far as faking a mic to elicit a response from you.

you sighed knowing it’s best to just go with the flow to get it over with,

“what do you hear?” you asked in a monotone voice, as you lean into the ‘mic.’

bokuto beamed, “all i hear reasons why it won’t happen but no rebuttal to such feelings existing…” rubbing his chin, “interesting.”

your face flamed and spurted out, “i don’t— i don’t like him!”

bokuto tilted his head to the side, amused, “uh-huh.”

“i swear, you’re becoming more and more like akaashi.”

“why, thank you.”

kuroo came back jogging to the two of you, “got ‘em!” he grinned, shaking the small bucket of coins in his hands. “what are we talking about?”

“nothing,” “y/n’s crush.”

your head never turned faster to gape at your cousin. the betrayal thick in your mouth as you sputtered denials.

“oh,” kuroo said, “i didn’t know you liked someone.”

“i—“

“do i know them?” titling his head, his smile looking strained against his face.

you shook your head, “kou was just kidding,” you chuckled awkwardly.

he stared at you then, even with the blaring tunes of the machines, it felt quiet.

“right,” he cleared his throat and turned to the machine in an easy smile. “i’ll show this machine what the human evolution can do!”

“so apparently, the result of human evolution is failing—who would’ve thought?” bokuto standing next to kuroo, looking at the red blinking machine.

kuroo looked at the noisy machine with quivering lips.

“it’s okay bro, you still got rockin’ hair.”

“i don’t get it, at this point i should’ve won at least something by now…” he scrunched up his eyebrows, “unless it’s statistically impossible.” pressing his face to the glass and toying with the joystick.

“well, you can always buy a new one.” you quipped.

kuroo stood straight and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you as he exclaimed, “but the satisfaction of winning it though, it’s gonna feel so good when i win!”

“if you win,” bokuto interjected, inflating a pumped kuroo.

“at this rate,” you laughed, grabbing his hands from your shoulders and holding them tight,

“the money you spent in the game is the same amount as buying a phone from the store.”

you let his hands go with a sympathetic pat. kuroo still looking at the game, his face illuminated by the various games and machines.

bokuto made a sound effect of waa-waa-waaaa, teasing him further.

“ah, what supportive friends.” kuroo halfway through his moping.

you sighed, grabbing his arm, “let’s just go, you can try another day.”

“if he even has the money to try again.” your cousin chirped, teasing as he punched kuroo’s shoulder.

you glared at him warning to quit it, but he didn’t seem to get the, message as he just smiled at you like a personified question mark. “what?”

shaking your head in exasperation, “let’s just get lunch.”

“i can’t.” kuroo slumped, even further.

“sure you can!” you shook his arm in comfort, “there’s a conveyer sushi near here i think.” ushering a heavy moping kuroo out of the arcade.

“no i literally can’t,” kuroo looked at you then, sheepish and red (dare i say it, looking very cute), “i burned through my weekly allowance just now.”

bokuto, cackled, “bro,”

“what? i thought today was my day!” he defended, adjusting your hold so your arm would loop with his. “my lucky charm‘s ’ere, afterall.” he noted, pulling you closer.

you felt yourself short circuit. “what?”

bokuto rose an eyebrow, “i see~”

you try to focus on pulling kuroo away from the arcade rather than the tingling in your side, the raging butterflies in your stomach, the teasing hoots of your cousin and the warm hand on top of yours.

“y/n i didn’t know you were kuroo’s lucky charm~”

you decided not to dignify that with a response. because as much as you love your cousin, there are times where you just want to strangle the hell out of him.

masking your embarrassment with faux anger at their teasing words.

“‘course she is!” untangling your arms and placing his arm over your shoulder, “y/n’s my girl,” kuroo smirked. wiggling his eyebrows as he looked at you smug and teasing.

“oho~”

the restaurant couldn’t come fast enough. the string of your sanity unravelling, with their teasing. your already warm face getting even warmer. your hands jittery in giddiness. you know kuroo like to get under people’s skin, this wasn’t new. but you can’t help but feel he’s doing this on purpose to get a rise out of you or something.

not that he had to do anything special to get a reaction out of you. you were after all, as your cousin had kindly labelled, down bad.

“ha-ha, very funny.” you rolled your eyes in hopes to mask the raging mess in your chest.

kuroo was still looking at you but you find it hard to look back like you usually do.

the conversation with bokuto in the arcade still playing in your head.

a tiny fear that you might stare too long, admiration too obvious in your eyes that he might start to notice too.

and even if the adamant denial became the accepted norm for you it was never the truth.

the truth is, you liked kuroo. you’ve always felt a type of attraction towards him from the moment you met. what with his wit and boyish charms, your heart can’t seem to catch a break whenever you were near him.

“is this it?” bokuto, stopped and pointed at a restaurant with his thumb.

snapping you out of your thoughts, nodding, “yeah, that’s the one.”

entering the establishment as bokuto spoke with the host.

kuroo leaned down to whisper softly in your ear, “are you sure it’s okay?”

you looked up at him frantically, holding your warm and red ear.

“what?” you turned to look at him, but seeing his face way too close for comfort and hurriedly backed away.

kuroo frowned at your actions, stood straighter. face farther from you now. “the lunch,” he clarified. “are you sure it’s okay if you treat me to lunch?”

“o-oh,” you breathed, “yeah, of course.” smiling at him reassuringly.

kuroo was still looking at you, weird and calculating like before. before you could ask him what’s wrong, bokuto called you both over to go to the table.

bokuto waving big at the two of you as you approach. “i already got a plate, it’s ebi!”

you reached out to grab a chair, at the same time kuroo was grabbing his. hands touching like being electrocuted as you flinch.

kuroo’s frown only seemed to deepen and in your peripheral saw bokuto quirk an eyebrow at the interaction.

“im gonna go to the bathroom first, go eat without me.” kuroo said, hands now deep in his pockets.

“okay, hurry back~” bokuto said, grabbing another plate and another. “so what was that about? hm?”

“huh?” looking up from your hands.

bokuto pursed his lips, “why’re you two so awkward now?” plopping a nigiri in his mouth. “a while ago, you two were reenacting a romance drama now you can’t even look at him.”

you huffed looking away to grab a plate of sushi for yourself and kuroo. “this is your fault, you know.” pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“my fault? what’d i do?”

you looked around before whispering harshly, “if you hadn’t made that comment about kuroo and i then—“

“oh please, i just pointed out the obvious sexual tension.“

you gawked at him, “there is no tension.”

“y/n’s my girl~” he hummed, teasing. plopping another sushi, like he in a rush. “and don’t think i didn’t see you two whispering a while ago.”

his mouth was still full but he grabbed another sushi and chewed.

“he was just asking if it was okay for me to treat him to lunch.”

bokuto frantically pointed his chopsticks at you, “hm!! that too! if that doesn’t scream a date i don’t know what does.”

you rolled your eyes, “this isn’t a date. we’re just friends eating lunch together.”

seeing a plate of kuroo’s favourite sushi, you grabbed it and set it down the table.

“and you’re here, so it’s not a date.” glancing up at your cousin to see his cheeks full. the look in his eyes sending a bad shiver go down your spine.

“you’re right y/n,” setting down his chopsticks and dabbing his mouth clean. “it wouldn’t be a date if i’m here.”

bokuto stood up, grabbing a couple of bills to place on the table.

“what are you doing?”

“i left enough to cover my share—“

grabbing his arm, “bo, no no no no no where are you going?”

“home,” he grinned. “i need to call akaashi anyway.”

you stood, following him, “no no, bo, no you can’t. you can’t leave. bo please.”

“go get ‘im tiger!” he huffed.

you tried pulling him back to sit down but his haughty laughter proves it to be difficult.

“have a nice date!”

“where’s bokuto?” kuroo looking around before sitting down across from you.

if he notices the abundant plate on the table ready for him to eat and the multitude of straw wrapping balled up over the table, it was nobody’s business.

after all you had to occupy yourself.

otherwise with the idea of you and kuroo and the word date floating in your brain, you might just race out of there.

“he, um, left.”

“oh,”

“yeah.”

there was a minute of silence and with each passing second made you want to shrivel up inside.

even with the long years of friendship, there had only been a handful of times where it was just the two of you.

most of the times, kenma would be here playing his game and both of you would be too preoccupied taking care of kenma than to notice any sort of tension (at least in your end). if not with kenma then with bokuto and akaashi.

regardless that fact only made it even more stressful and unnerving.

how could you be close friends with a guy you barely have one on one time with?

oh right, someone you have an embarrassingly huge crush on. not to mention obvious enough that your cousin had to notice.

“this is good.” he mumbled through the mouthful of sushi in his cheeks, resembling that of a chipmunk.

he perked up looking at the approaching plate behind you, leaning forward to grab and place it for you.

“you like this, right?”

“oh, thanks.”

both of you settled into a familiar rhythm. playing games in the monitor when you collected enough plates and grabbing food, you knew the other would like.

soon enough you slowly forgot about why you were worried in the first place.

kuroo looking at you in an easy smile and leaning more into you when he teases you for doing an odd eating habit.

“you have a piece of rice,” he said, gesturing to his own mouth.

“huh?” rubbing your mouth erratically, your face faintly flushed. “did i get it?”

he chuckled softly before dropping his chopsticks and leaning to from across the table and swiping at your mouth. his thumb lightly touching your lips.

“there.”

leaning back as you covered your mouth with a napkin as you mumbled out a thanks. suddenly finding the design of the plates and table interesting.

with a swift eye contact, you can see him hesitate a little, looking as if he wanted to say something.

but was interrupted by a server.

“hello, we have an event today for the weekend. all couples get a free dessert!”

you were quick to look at kuroo and then to the server, shaking your head. “oh no—“

“sure, sounds great.”

kuroo smiled, looking right at you. “what do you guys have?”

the person listed of all the things they offer, but kuroo’s eyes never left yours.

the erratic beating of your heart, loud and deafening in your ear. as you try and fail to look back at him.

he chose a dessert, and the person left.

leaning back in his chair, still looking at you. before smirking into a smile. “you look so red.”

looking away in a scoff, “shut up.”

“that was great.” kuroo hummed, rubbing his belly. “thanks for lunch.” leaning forward into you and smiling wide.

you looked away, a smile etched on your face, “no problem.”

you would think the lunch would end in awkwardness. but kuroo seamlessly led the conversation with a soft smirk.

you two began your walk to the station in a languid pace. calm and fulfilled.

“hey,” tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “i wanna say sorry for acting weird the whole day.”

he bumps you, raising his eyebrow, “really? i didn’t notice. i thought you were just naturally red faced.” he teased.

“shut up,” you laughed. “it’s just bo said some weird stuff and it kinda got into my head ‘lil.”

“oh? like?”

“just stuff about having tension and being on a date—he’s just being weird.” you laughed.

you kind of want to berate yourself for being so weird and in your head today. not like the way you interact with him changed any different. you two were just naturally touchy and he is just naturally flirty.

bokuto likes to overthink things, and maybe that sort of messed with your head a little. not like kuroo was the dating type either. it was just the dynamic you two naturally had.

he hummed, “well he isn’t wrong.”

“yeah, we’re just normally like that.”

“and the tension between us has been crazy lately.”

you stop, “huh.”

“and well normally i would want a date where it’s just us two the whole day. rather than having my date’s cousin around.” he stops too, looking down at you. as if shy.

you stare at him, disbelief all over your face. “so bokuto really was third-wheeling.”

“i didn’t mind.” he laughed, “but next time when i invite you out can it just be the two of us?”

“this was a date? but you just played— i didn’t think—“

he nodded shrugging his shoulders, “well i can’t exactly pull any moves on you with bokuto around.”

you sputter out a laugh, “moves on me?”

“i got a couple.”

scratching the back of his neck, a bashful boyish smile etched on his face, “and there’s also another restaurant here that serves free desserts for couples—and i’m hoping that when i invite you out again it’s just gonna be us two.”

you inhaled sharply, your body forgetting to breathe for a second and if you thought you were glowing red before wait til you see your face now. “yeah,” you exhaled. “i would love that.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” you giggled.

“okay then.” turning away from you the tips of his ears flushed red. “now i guess i really have to win that phone now huh?”

“oh yeah?”

he nodded looking back at you, “well i missed texting you and i need to call to make a reservation right?”

you laughed walking faster to catch up to him, “better let me play it then since you suck.”

“i do not!”

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adobe-outdesign · 2 days

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in honor of international women’s day, could you review some royal neopets (since all women are queens?)

(Royal has a lot going on with it, as there's not only the usual customized vs UC designs, but also the royal boy vs royal girl designs on top of that. For purposes of this review I picked out royals where both genders look great, but let me know if you guys would be interested in seeing a royal girl/royal boy-specific review.)

Royal is one of the more complicated Neopets colours, having special art and poses pre-customization and having a gender split on top of that. Normally I'm not big on gender splits as a whole for being overly cis, but I'll forgive it in this case because it is actually possible to get a female royal boy pet and vice versa through lab ray shenanigans. Customization also allows for clothes to be swapped around at will.

One thing that I always found strange about royal as a colour is that it oftentimes doesn't really match up with anything lore-wise. For example, Blumaroos come from Roo Island, and their leader, King Roo, is vaguely dressed like a jester because Roo Island is the happy-go-lucky fun land. Makes sense! But then the royal Blumaroo colour is... space themed, for some reason?

It's not that the colour literally needs to match up with actual Neopian leaders all the time, of course; it's just that sometimes the choices made feel random and ill-fitting for the species.

Another instance of this is in the royal pets that are based off a specific country/region. I do like the diversity in not having all pets share that Meridell-esq European look, but sometimes it does make me raise my eyebrow. Like, where in Neopia is "Mongolia", exactly?

And in terms of customization, royal pets generally got hit pretty hard. Previously, royal pets were bipedal, and many of them had subtle anatomically changes to give that them royal look. It's not even that royal pets just got converted in general, but many of the conversions seem very poorly done—such as the poor Aisha above, which inexplicably lost an entire set of ears. Like I said, I like the ability to trans our Neopets easier, but that's about the only benefit.

Favorite Species:

Skeith: One common problem with royal pets tends to be that the royal girl and royal boy look completely different, with one of them (usually the male) looking significantly better. Thankfully, the royal Skeith do not have this problem, with both male and female sharing a white base with a subtle accent color and similar-but-distinct sets of clothing. The Alice in Wonderland inspiration is also very fun, and feels supper fitting for the species. Great stuff.

Kyrii: I already went over these designs in my Kyrii review so I'll keep this short, but the UC/styled royal Kyrii are just fantastic designs all around. The squarer head shapes than normal give them a very elegant look, and the designs make full use of the Kyrii's distinctive long manes (not to mention the old BD poses, which were just delightful). The only drawback is that the converted versions are particularly bad, to the point where I'm not even bothering to show them here to save space.

Peophin: Something about underwater royals just tend to hit, and the Peophin is no exception. The species already has their distinct head ornamentation, but the royals take it a step further by adding extra jewels and extending it over the ears and head fins, then accenting it with even more additional jewelry. I also really like the robes, which feel surprisingly natural for their body shape. Beautiful all around.

BONUS: Remember how I was saying that a lot of royal designs feel random and ill-fitting for their species? The royal Koi avoids this completely by basing the royal boy design off of King Kelpbeard, the ruler of Maraqua. Once again, both designs here are well balanced and go well with each other, and I like the degree of underwater elements—coral crowns, seaweed accents, and pearl necklaces.

(Side note: a very honorable shoutout goes to the royal Mynci and Flotsam, which didn't quite make the cut but are still excellent designs.)

Least Favorite Species:

Moehog: Most royal pets are at least interesting, but I can't say that about the poor royal Moehog, which is mostly forgettable; just the standard clothing that you'd expect from royals. The royal boy is slightly better, at least sporting a nice dark blue base, but the royal girl has a very "cheap" design, like it's wearing a Halloween costume instead of actual royalty. The royal Moehog never got a UC option, but they did have pre-customization designs that were slightly better–but only slightly.

#neopets #neotag #skeith #kyrii #peophin #koi #neopet reviews #long post

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mechanicalriddle · 5 months

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the moment weve all been waiting for EXALTED SECRET 2023 BIOS YAAAAAY

Heres my bios for the secret santa ! this years theme is Girls Who Rot, Have Rotted Previously, or Are Rotting Right Now

I like to provide some little details, tidbits, tone and setting ideas in my bios in case you want to draw them in like a little scene; don't feel obligated to get that fancy, though!

without further ado.

Pleione (Plin for short, she/they, roughly equivalent to early 20s) is a Marrow Aspect forged from the remnants of a young royal from a long-forgotten kingdom, resuscitated from the depths of the mausoleum in which her body was interred by (accidental) necromantic means. She's spent the past two decades quietly living on her Anchor's manse-estate, indulging in her passions for art and botany.

Plin is a big chicken who is deathly terrified of conflict and does a lot of screaming and cowering when things come to blows for someone who

Her personality is particular, peculiar, and holier-than-thou. She's got dynastic sensibilities, snobbish and disinclined to associate with 'the proles'. Get her on the subject of one of her special interests, though, and you might find each other fast friends.

Motifs- Plin has an orchid motif on account of the fact that she needs a dose of a special tea made from a (formerly) extinct orchid several times a day in order to NOT DIE. She hasn't died yet. She doesnt know she can come back give her a break. Some other motifs include glass, terrariums, spiders & fireflies; marble & porcelain, old-timey anatomical drawings, delicate floral and baroque patterns; antique-white, minty green, deep purple, and black.

Ideas- If you want to draw her doing something she is equally likely to be found reclining on a huge pile of pillows with a book or with her knees planted in the dirt rooting around in a thorny shrub. She loves to dissect and draw plants and is liable to be found at a desk or behind an easel doing one of those activities

Anima- Currently I am thinking... a grove filled with ghostly-white plants twining over enormous bones (hopefully of the animal variety, but hard to say, really) and probably features giant flowering orchids that are shaped suspiciously like skulls... Also its hard to say but the ground does look an awful lot like meat, and those stringy bits look an awful lot like connective tissue... hmm

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Desert Fang Grim Devil Lioness (Grim for short, she/her, 36 yrs old) is a renegade Midnight caste former-warlord-turned-backwoods vampire-MILF. upgrades!

Grim was fazed a lot as a child (being pawned off by your family as a slave will do that to you) and vowed to grow up into a woman who Wouldn't Be Fazed By Anything. Having achieved this (with a few notable exceptions), she mostly gets her way by via being larger, stronger, and scarier than as many of her problems as possible. Sometimes problems don't and can't have physical largeness, though, which is annoying.

One of these problems included being counter-merc'd by one of her targets and dying of exposure under the desert sun. She didn't... quite... let this stop her, though. There are people in need of her skillsets, and dying isn't really a disqualifier for their service. She was raised as a deathknight and for several years served as one of the First and Forsaken Lion's most fearsome officers.

Another problem is... More recent. Having run off with her lunar mate and tried to start a family far, far from FAFL's stomping grounds, it turns out toughing it out in the wilds of the North can kind of suck.

Motifs- Pretty normal deathknight stuff. Black iron of the wrought variety, and soulsteel; tattered and blood-drenched fabric, rough-hewn basalt and dark masonry. Honestly got stronger canid than felid vibes, to spite the name. Black-and-red is an obvious throughline but grimy grays and natural tones complete her overall color scheme. Things that are totally inert and lifeless, and will always remain as such.

Ideas- Riding her terrifying steed (basically just a half rotting perma-permafrosted elk corpse with a broken antler), slicing something in half with her awesome reaver daiklaive, hovering over a pot of survival-stew boiling over a crude hearth, walking thru the woods in the dark covered in blood. Or maybe hanging out with her awesome baby (pictured) if youre inclined to draw something... Nicer :)

Anima- A bit stereotypical, I think like. a blasted land with bloodsoaked earth so barren and expansive that it blends with the crimson sky, as well as off in the distance banners that tower like skyscrapers which only flutter by virtue of their enormity. Not even Mela's breath will touch this forsaken place.

Grim is the current wielder of Gorgon.

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(WHOOPS forgot the tattoos in the second thing but like hell im fixing that at this point)

Last but not least, the Gunstar Autochthonia Girl Hirudana Siithavari (Siithi for short, she/her, 32 y.o.) a No Moon ostensibly still answering to the Deliberative; at heart, a roustabout and a scallywag. She crawled deep into Authochthon's world-body on a suicide mission and then beat all odds by sheer cockroach-style stubbornness, earning her Luna's favor. Also, terrible death-sorcery (necromancy is sort of an unknown factor in our rendition of the Gunstar shard but she somehow managed to make contact with the neverborn and stumble into its practice)

she likes drinking, and gambling, and yelling, and generally being a nuisance. Sometimes a little bit of heart-of-gold shines through, and quite frankly everyone is probably better off with the secrets of necromancy in her hands rather than someone slightly less grounded in reality.

theres more pics of her in her tag if you want to poke around.

Motifs- Bronze, brass, grimy earth tones mixed with bright accent colors. Black leather, studs, needles, teeth. Tubes, pipes, gears, grates and various industrial junk. Worms, bugs, and other vermin. Dankness, darkness, the sickly shadows of Black Non. Smoke-haze and drug paraphernalia.

Ideas- Generally she spends most of her time at the bar, the gym, in her lab, or asleep. you could draw her pumping iron, or taking a toke on a decrepit sofa in her dingy weed-cave (not a literal cave though that would be kind of fun), or sitting at an industrial workbench pouring over a half-disassembled chainsaw. or corpse. or both at the same time.

Anima- Her lower-level anima is kind of gloopy like a lava lamp. Iconic is a swamp with oil for water, populated by mangroves assembled from pipes and black plastic tube-vines, with the moon reflecting brightly on its surface. Her spirit shape is a Buffalo Leech, one of the largest species of leeches (on earth at least). i'll attach a pic of her hybrid form if you wanna draw that instead!

(necessary disclaimer for these sorts of things) youre welcome to take this as an opportunity to do some experimenting but if you don't think you can passably represent a certain characters body shape i would recommend picking one of the other options. thank you!

#exalted secret santa #exalted secret santa 2023 #exalted rpg #waaaagh im here. hi

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massgrav · 5 months

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Headcanons no one asked for or cares about (bodily and medical themes)

Uldred is intersex and infertile, and has both genital systems. Since he is perceived as a man by most, he incidentally presents himself this way. In addition to being strangely limbed, too tall, and completely hairless, his "unnatural" anatomy has finished to make him a monster in the eyes of most. Over time, he took pride in being ostracised.

He isn't ashamed of it, and has even provided research on anatomical otherness, though the Chantry has refused to approve it. He wrote detailed accounts of experiments he carried out on himself, involving drawings (and bloodstains, oopsie) and theories on sex-reassigning surgery.

But opening himself out of mere curiosity only encouraged him to go further, and convinced him he could rearrange himself at will. He removed his external parts – which procedure induced severe blood poisoning – and ultimately gave up on his ideal of perfect neutrality.

#uldred #dragon age origins #headcanons #dragon age #medical themes #intersex character #asexual character #not mentioned here but representation never hurts #:3 #my nonsense #not art #blood mage #dark magic #blood magic

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i-draws-dinosaurs · 2 years

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recently completed a semester internship sorting out trilobite fossils from my uni's archives and cataloguing them. mentioned to my supervisor how all my paleontology books were outdated (most recent one i have is a general dinosaur one from 2000), and she said that as a reward she'll try and get me some recent ones. Any suggestions of books to ask for? I've already been given the Travels With Trilobites one

Ooh yeah there's some good ones out there, although I'm afraid I don't know of many to do with trilobites. I'm currently reading The Rise and Reign of the Mammals by Steve Brusatte and I've been really enjoying it so far, mammal palaeontology has been one of my blind spots so I'm learning all sorts of new things from it and it's very well written! Brusatte also wrote a previous book called The Rise and Fall of the Dinosaurs and while I haven't read that I've heard it's also good!

Riley Black has a few recent books that I've heard highly recommended, like Last Days of the Dinosaurs discussing in detail the K-Pg extinction event, and Skeleton Keys, a less palaeontological and more anatomical book regarding the evolutionary and cultural evolution of the skeleton.

If you're interested in palaeoart, I very highly recommend The Palaeoartist's Handbook by Mark Witton, it's a fantastic resource on reconstructing all kinds of extinct animals! Emily Willoughby also has a book called Drawing and Painting Dinosaurs which has a similar theme.

And of course there's Naish and Barrett's Dinosaurs: How They Lived and Evolved, which is essentially the most current Big Compilation Book Of Dinosaurs at the moment and I have heard very good things about it!

If anyone has any other suggestions please do add them on!

#palaeoblr #paleontology #dinosaurs #fossils #books

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fastwiemagie · 6 months

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I go back to black...

Throwback to decidedly warmer temperatures! I met up for Buchteln & chill (the sweet dish pictured above) with two of my friends and afterwards we went to goth club "Fledermaus" (literally translates to bat) for dancing. I had lots of fun with my friends ♥

My point of fashion was hearts on that day, and i accessorized accordingly. The Hello Kitty on my shoulder bag is wearing a heart eye patch, I'm wearing red heart ear studs and melting red heart hair pins as well as two heart necklaces - one with a sweet heart and one with an anatomical heart (made by a dear friend of mine). My black lace over-skirt is handmade (I'm wearing thrifted knee-length jersey pants underneath).

[Image description]Picture 1: A mirrored image of Amy (me). Amy is a white, young, fat woman with long brown hair worn in two braids and wears glasses. She's dressed in all black for a visit to the goth dance club, starting at the top with a black viscose top featuring rows of little silver crosses. They reflect prettily in the light! She's wearing thrifted knee-length jersey pants with a handmade lace over-skirt above, the skirt has been tied with a beautiful bow in the front. The over-skirt completely hides the fact that pants are also involved in her outfit. Black strappy sandals finish the look off, as well as pay homage to the heat. Her accessories are red and silver and follow a heart-theme. She's got melty heart hairclips in her hair, heart-shaped ear studs, two heart necklaces and the Hello Kitty on her little shoulder bag also wears a heart-shaped eyepatch. Hello Kitty is a pirate this time, complete with a ghostly glossy ship silhouette!

Picture 2: A white oval plate filled with a sweet dish called Buchteln, they're filled with powidl jam and served with vanilla sauce.

Picture 3: A closeups of Amy's (my) head. Her brown hair is adorned with two stacked glittery red melting heart hair pins. The heart theme is continued with red wooden heart ear studs.

Picture 4: A close-up of the two stacked necklaces Amy (me) is wearing. One has a small silver chain with a clasp and a dark blood red anatomical heart made from polymer clay on it. The second, longer, necklace has loops of silver wire connecting white pearls, with a big silver sweet heart pendant one it. The heart pendant is topped by a pretty little red bow made from satin ribbon.

Picture 5: Is the unmirrored version of picture 1. See picture 1 for description of Amy's (mine) outfit. [/image description]

#summer goth #goth fashion #plussize gothic fashion #lovely fat people #summer fun #handmade fashion #goth summer look #we deserve food #fashion described #image description #image described #long image description

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Radha and Krishna the Lotus Lovers * 17th Century Basohli painting India

This strange form of Radha and Krishna, not merely covered with lotuses but the lotuses comprising their entire anatomical figures barring their faces, reveals Lord Krishna’s ‘lila-hava’ – sportive mood. ‘Lila-hava’, a theme typical to the iconography of Krishna, represents the divine lovers in a mood, or rather in a body-gesture revealing a sportive mood, not an act, having wider dimensions than a mere form of adorning the body or reflecting a disposition of mind. ‘Hava’ is a disposition of mind reflecting in one’s entire being, the body and mood, preceding an act expressing joy. The Lord of Creation, in Krishna’s case ‘hava’ is the ultimate for in his case ‘hava’ does not precede ‘lila’ – an act, ‘hava’ itself is ‘lila’ and itself the expression of joy of which Creation is the manifest form. Thus, Krishna, the Creator, does not create by act – ‘lila’, but the Creation evolves out of his joy and his joy seeks its expression in his ‘lila-hava’. In his mere mood to create the Creation evolves.

Besides the multiple lotuses comprising the two figures the artist has brilliantly used the lotus motif for revealing this analogy. No other motif so effectively symbolises the three cosmic regions – three worlds, as does a lotus. With its roots in the earth, growth of body across the water, and flowering apex in the space above – the sky, a lotus represents all three worlds. In this iconography of Krishna lotus – the symbol of three worlds, or the cosmos, comprises Krishna’s body suggesting that three worlds, that is, the entire Creation, is the mere magnification of his body as engaged in ‘lila-hava’. The ‘lila-hava’ is thus the ultimate. Hence, whoever its part is also the part of this magnification. Radha, the devoted self, shares this ‘lila-hava’ with Krishna and hence has same dimensional breadth as has Krishna. In her form too, cosmos seeks its magnification.

The painting has been rendered pursuing Pahari art idiom, both in the perception of the theme as well as in the style of painting it. This theme was painted earlier in the seventeenth century by Basohli artists and later in late eighteenth century, at Kangra by its artists. Though used as a part of adornment, lotus served as an essential component of the figures in Basohli art tradition from the earliest days. Obviously this must have prompted Basohli artists to discover a complete human form using lotuses as its formative medium. Such form could only be one of a divine being and who else but Radha and Krishna could be the most appropriate models for the experiment. Subsequently Mandi artists illustrated the Ramayana using figures of Rama and Lakshmana clad in garments made of leaves. These two mighty streams of Pahari art using flowers and leaves as body-components might have led Kanga artists to conceive the figures of Radha and Krishna as made of lotus flowers. This contemporary artist seems to have used these models for his images of Radha and Krishna.

This description by Prof. P.C. Jain and Dr. Daljeet. Prof. Jain specializes on the aesthetics of literature and is the author of numerous books on Indian art and culture. Dr. Daljeet is the curator of the Miniature Painting Gallery, National Museum, New Delhi. They have both collaborated together on a number of books.

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Artist Research: Junji Ito

One of the most prolific cosmic horror and body horror artists is the award-winning mangaka Junji Ito. His work is both a visual feat with intricately crafted ink details, and at the same time uncanny and deeply disturbing. Like Cronenberg and Straub, Ito was inspired to create horror from encounters with it in his childhood, stating that the first manga he ever read was ‘Mummy Teacher’ a horror manga that inspired him to create his own horror works. Another encounter with horror in his early childhood was how he recounted having to walk through a dark underground hallway to reach the toilet in his home, both these examples are reminiscent of the analog horror idea of playing with repressed childhood memories to enhance horror, as it can be seen in Ito’s works. He used the imagery of dark underground hallways in ‘Twin Series’ in which he modelled the environment in the story after his own childhood home. He layers his pen strokes to build up darkness saying ‘in horror, how scary the dark is, is a common theme and having things dark so its hard to see makes it seem like something could be lurking in that darkness. It stirs up fears that make you worry. “what could that be?” This, once more, links back to Kressbach’s investigatory mode of spectatorship, which manifested in analog horror as low fidelity footage and in Ito’s work as layered darkness of his brushwork.

(Kyoufu no Juusou/Layers of Fear, (2017), Junji Ito)

Most of his works have doomed characters, locked into an unescapable fate or transformation and he comments that ‘unless you’re in a hopeless situation, you won’t feel afraid.’ Like body horror it is the complete absence of hope that creates the horror, the monster is within you so there is no escaping it as you slowly lose your autonomy and your body becomes foreign to you. However, Ito was not purposefully following body horror themes, he comments ‘I wasn’t aiming for body horror but I believe the human mind is the scariest part of oneself. When the body manifests those fears, the body becomes the scariest part, so I drew a lot of transformations.’ These transformations can be partial such as in ‘Uzumaki’ the protagonist's hair becomes cursed by spirals, or wholly consuming such as another transformation in Uzumaki in which a character cursed by the spiral has contorted his body beyond the realm of possibility into a spiral shape. Ito described the creation of ideas for his work as the foreign meeting the familiar, for example, ‘attaching foreign objects to the human body’ seen in his work on ‘slug girl’. Ito said how he observed how his tongue moved in the mirror and likened it to that of a slug, wondering what horrific imagery he could create.

(Uzumaki/Spiral, (1998), Junji Ito

Up till this point, my practical work was lacking in horror. I was unsure of how to depict transhumanist horrifying transformations of the body with the foreign but Ito’s approach of transformations that still relate back to reality has guided me. Despite the outlandish nature of his transformations Ito closely studies anatomical charts and books on human anatomy to retain a semblance of reality within fiction, the transformation I portray must then still be recognisable as human, because the true horror is the horror of ones own body.

A Talk with Junji Ito | Creator Interview | VIZ, (2020), Vizmedia, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7qCN8qN31A

Junji Ito, (2017), Urasawa Naoki no Manben, S4.E2, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yJaZI597zI

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Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-References #4, 10 & 16

Is it possible the CANON references to Eddie’s heart started before season 4? Heart References #4 ,10, & 16

There were many references to Eddie’s heart included at the end of season 4 and they continued throughout season 5 but what if the references began during season 2 and continued through season 5? Let’s review the fourth reference to Eddie’s heart, which parallels with The Hostage Situation and the heart drawings.

4x14 “Survivors” The Will Reveal parallels with 5x6 “Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1” The Heart Transplant & 5x14 “Dumb Luck” The Heart Drawings

The parallels included in 4x14 “Survivors” for The Will Reveal between Buck and Eddie when compared against The Hostage Situation from 5x6 “Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1” and the heart drawings from 5x14 “Dumb Luck” are uncanny. All three of these episodes are linked because the main themes are father’s giving their hearts to their sons and hearts being given to one another.

4x14 “Survivors”

While the hospital was preparing to discharge Eddie after The Shooting, Eddie finally told Buck that he named him to be Christopher’s legal guardian in his will. He made the change after The Well that happened more than a year before he was shot. But he didn’t tell Buck about it until then because Buck said it would have been better for Christopher if he had been shot instead of Eddie when he visited Eddie in the hospital. Buck was completely shocked by it and he asked Eddie would his family fight him for legal custody of Christopher. Eddie said, “I don’t know. Maybe. Probably”. Then he said, “No one will ever fight for my son as hard as you and that’s what I want for him”. If the narrative continues and Buck is Eddie’s heart, then Eddie was giving his heart (Buck) to his son Christopher (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: The Will & Legal Guardianship” to learn more about Eddie’s will).

5x6 “Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1”

Mitchell was an escaped convict who held Buck and Eddie hostage along with his partner in crime Dom after the 118 responded to a call at the prison. He escaped so that he could donate his heart to his son because he needed a transplant and a donor wasn’t readily available. After Mitchell told Buck to leave the ambulance and Eddie called Buck’s name like he wanted him to leave too, Mitchell told Eddie during their conversation, while they were still inside of the ambulance, “I was like my dad, who was like his dad. All of us, in and out of prison like it was a family business”. When they finally decided to complete Mitchell’s plan of him killing himself, Eddie said, “Do you mean it?” and Mitchell asked Eddie “Do you mean it? What you said about helping Nolan?” Eddie responded, “I’ll fight for him as hard as I’d would fight for my own”. Mitchell shot himself in the head and Eddie stayed true to his word and kept Mitchell’s heart pumping until Buck brought him the medical equipment that he needed so that his heart could be transplanted into his son.

5x14 “Dumb Luck”

After Eddie returned home from therapy one day, Buck was waiting for him while Christopher was in his room doing his homework. Eddie noticed there were two drawings on the table and he asked Buck, “Chris drew this?” and Buck responded, “Uh, no. That one’s mine. I misunderstood the assignment!” Then he smiled at Eddie after Eddie looked at him with a surprised look on his face. Buck’s drawing was of a Valentine’s Day type heart while Christopher’s drawing was one of an anatomical heart. Buck’s comment about misunderstanding the assignment goes back to 2x8 “Bucktually” when Thomas explained “You don’t find it son, you make it” after he explained the true love he and Mitchell had shared for many years (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: Buck Misunderstood the Assignment” to learn more about Buck misunderstanding the original assignment).

Parallels

“I don’t want my kid to be like me” vs. “He’s not like that though, he’s a good kid”

Eddie told Frank during his first therapy session in 3x9 “Fallout”, “I don’t want my kid to be like me. Chris is always this happy, open kid, ready to share every thought in his head. But he was in pain, and he felt like he had to hide that from me”. Eddie spent a lot of years trying to raise Christopher so that he wouldn’t be like him. But Christopher saw Eddie holding everything in and not talking about things, so just like Eddie didn’t want to be like his father, Christopher ended up being just like Eddie when it came to the way he bottled up his emotions. He would hold everything in just like Eddie did until the metaphorical box top blew off in 5x10 “Wrapped in Red” when Christopher told him “You could be dead next year”. Mitchell told Eddie in 5x6, “When I learned about Nolan, I thought great! I’ll meet him when he shows up in the cell next to me”. He was glad Nolan turned out to be nothing like him and that’s the same thing Eddie wants for Christopher. He doesn’t want Christopher to grow up and not be able to show his emotions.

“I was like my dad who was like his dad” vs. “I spent my whole life trying not to be like you”

Mitchell told Eddie while they were still inside of the ambulance in 5x6 “Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1”, “I was like my dad who was like his dad. All of us in and out of prison our whole lives like it was a family business”. He didn’t want his son Nolan to be like him and he was relieved when he realized Nolan was a good kid. Eddie told his father in 5x17 “Hero Complex” “I spent my whole life trying not to be like you” but he hadn’t realized he was just like his dad until he went to therapy. Eddie was hiding things from his family just like his father Ramon had done but he didn’t reveal how he had hid something until his retirement party. Ramon finally told everyone, including his wife, that he went to Dallas to have a medical procedure completed that required him to take medicine (read blog post: “Eddie hides things just like his father, Ramon” to learn more about how Eddie was just like his father). Eddie also told Frank in 3x9 that Christopher had been in pain and he felt like he had to hide that from him. Therefore Christopher ended up hiding things too which means he followed the same pattern both Eddie and Ramon had followed when they hid things from their families.

“No one will ever fight for my son as hard as you and that’s what I want for him” vs. “I’ll fight for him as hard as I’d fight for my own”

In 4x14 “Survivors” when Eddie told Buck, “No one will ever fight for my son as hard as you and that’s what I want for him.”, he was giving his son his heart (Buck). He wants Buck to have custody of Christopher because Buck loves him just like he does (read blog post: “Buck & Eddie: Christopher Diaz has 2 dads” to learn more about how Eddie and Buck love Christopher). When Eddie told Mitchell in 5x6, “I’ll fight for him as hard as I’d fight for my own” he meant it because he learned that he and Mitchell were not that different during their conversation that took place while they were inside of the ambulance.

Buck fought for Christopher during the Tsunami and he fought for him again right after Mitchell and Dom took his and Eddie’s wallets and cellphones. He took a whack over the head for him when Mitchell threatened all three of them. So Eddie was right all along that his heart (Buck) would fight hard for Christopher and he did.

Eddie vs. Mitchell

Wasn’t Eddie a lot like Mitchell? The escaped convict Mitchell is different from the Mitchell that was married to Thomas in 2x8 because that’s the couple both Buck and Eddie learned a lesson about love from. They learned they could fall in love with whomever they choose and they don’t have to follow a preset ideal about who they can and cannot love. The Mitchell from 2x8 represented Buck and Thomas represented Eddie (read blog posts: “Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #1” and “Evan “Buck” Buckley: Life Lessons Learned” to learn more about Thomas, Mitchell, Eddie and Buck and how they’re lives parallel).

Mitchell the escaped convict, was like Eddie because they both did the same things. They punished themselves for the mistakes their fathers made and they didn’t want their sons to end up like them. While Eddie wasn’t in a literal prison like Mitchell had been before he escaped, he did place himself in a figurative mental prison by constantly blaming himself for everything and by thinking he wasn’t enough. He allowed the pressures that were placed on him by his parents to consume him at an early age and he didn’t realize he could be better for himself until he started going to therapy for the second time in 5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia”. Everything Frank told Eddie about putting his feelings inside of a box came true because once the box was full, the top blew off and he had a mental breakdown. Mitchell had been in a box too but his box was a physical cell inside of prison.

Mitchell’s heart being transplanted into Nolan vs. The Heart Drawings

Mitchell’s heart was transplanted into his son in 5x6 and the heart drawing Christopher drew in 5x14 “Dumb Luck” was a representation of that. Reminder, Christopher drew an anatomical heart for his homework assignment while Buck drew one that was smirking and it was the depiction of a love heart. When he said he misunderstood the assignment, he was still talking about the assignment Thomas gave him in 2x8 “Buck Actually”. Buck was supposed to “make it” not find it and that’s what he and Eddie have been doing for the past four years. They’ve been making a family, falling in love and trusting each other. Originally, Buck still misunderstood the “make it” part of the assignment because he was still trying to find it even though everything he wanted was right in front of him. He finally understood that Eddie had already given him his heart during The Will Reveal. Since Buck was finally starting to understand, he was ready to give Eddie his heart but he couldn’t fully give it to him because he was still in a relationship. Now that they are both single, they can finally follow their hearts to the one that truly sees and knows them which is each other.

When Eddie told Buck about the change, he made to his will more than a year prior, he was giving Buck his heart. Anyone who knows Eddie, should fully understand Christopher means everything to him. He loves him and he’s a great dad (read blog post: “Eddie Diaz: He is a great dad” to learn more about Eddie and Christopher) who will do anything for him. He left El Paso, TX so that he could provide a better life for Christopher and he’s experienced a lot of traumas in doing so. Eddie puts Christopher before himself and he has used him as a shield for a lot of things. In 3x5 “Rage” Eddie told Buck “Do you know how much Christopher misses you?” when he was missing Buck too. Until recently, Eddie would do everything for Christopher’s benefit but once he started going to therapy and he actually took it seriously, he learned that it was ok for him to want to be better for himself (read blog post: “Eddie Diaz: He’s going to therapy so that he can be better for himself” to learn more about Eddie’s therapy).

Buck was only present for the hostage portion of the Mitchell transplant situation because Eddie told him, just by saying his name, to get out of the ambulance. Therefore he wasn’t present to hear Eddie and Mitchell’s conversation about Mitchell being there to give his heart to his son. Buck learned that information from Athena so he wasn’t privy to the details that Eddie had been given from Mitchell himself. He didn’t know that Mitchell felt like he was just like his dad the same way Eddie felt about his own father. He also didn’t know about the details of Mitchell’s plan. Even though the journeys Mitchell and Eddie took to give their hearts to their sons were different, they were very much alike from a lot of aspects. The difference now for Eddie is, he is working to be better for himself.

Will Eddie finally give himself permission to be happy? Will Buck and Eddie be in therapy during season 6? Will he and Buck finally sit down and discuss all of their shared traumas so they can finally be together? Only the showrunners, writers and producers know the answers to those questions.

Additional references for Eddie’s heart will be posted daily.

Links to “Heart References” posts

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-Reference #1”

“Buck & Eddie: Eddie’s Heart-References #2 & 3”

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