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Tilly's Trans Tuesdays episode 59: How do you describe the indescribable, something so pervasive and yet so inscrutable? Join me as I tackle one of the biggest topics for many trans people, gender dysphoria. We're gonna talk about how there's no escaping it, and then see if I can put into words what it's like to live with. We're joined by therapist, author, and gender specialist Dr. Alex Iantaffi to discuss challenging the patriarchy, needing to see ourselves to find ourselves, and Sicilian bubble-butts!
Hosted by Tilly Bridges and Susan Bridges. Sound mixing by Jillian Morgan. Available on Apple Podcasts, iHeartRadio, Amazon Music, Samsung Podcasts, and more!
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marinecorvid · 1 year
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DONT YOU WANT TO BECOME A CULT LEADER? SINCE THE DEATH OF GOD THERES BEEN A VACANCY!
YOU COULD FILL THAT VOID!
HERES HOW
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un-naturalworld · 9 months
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decadentindustries · 11 months
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Cleveland U-Shape Mid-sized traditional u-shaped seated home bar idea with an undermount sink, flat-panel cabinets, and brown cabinets. The countertops are brown granite, and the floor is medium tone wood.
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taxi-davis · 11 months
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vulukebuli · 2 years
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lineffability · 3 months
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the serpent files (teaser)
[clears throat] "Let’s get your statement, then. Do go on as coherently as possible, please. It will all be… it will all be tickety-boo, I’m– I hope. The sooner we record this, the sooner we can try to, to look into it, to help you. But to help you, I really need to know what happened, Crowley. Please. I do so want to help. You’re a… friend.”
[audible inhale] “Okay. Okay, I’ll try. [laughs nervously] Tickety-boo?”
“Alright. Let’s begin again. Statement of Anthony J. Crowley, regarding strange occurrences in relation to an ouroboros necklace with a sword pendant. Original statement given May 31st, 2019. Audio-recording by Az Fell, Head Archivist of the Eden Institute, London. Statement begins:”
“Okay. So. It all started a month ago. Boss gave me this assignment – well, not directly, he sent Hastur and Ligur.”
“Full names, please.”
“You think I know their full names? This is a crime ring, not a family. I mean, I know my boss as Lucifer Morningstar, but I really don’t think that’s his real name.”
“Doubtful. Fair enough. Full names wherever possible, please.”
“So Hastur and Ligur called,  wanted to meet up. In this stupid graveyard of all places, just their style. They’re the kind of people who, dunno, lurk? Like some kinda wannabe villains. Professional lurkers. Is that a thing? Lurking contests? Dunno. Well, it’s the only thing they’re actually good at. Uh, were. Suppose. I keep forgetting. Weird, because I also can’t forget at all. Fucking haunting, actually. But back then they gave me this package, said they had a job for me. Assignment, that’s what we call it, for some weird culty reason, I guess. Then Ligur said something like ‘Ciao, Crowley, wow you look so cool, why are you always so cool and impeccably dressed? I’m so jealous of you Crowley, I wish I could–”
“That’s not what he said, is it.”
“Perceptive, angel.”
“A-angel?”
“Uhm. Az Fell. Angel, Azfell, tomato, tomato. Mumbling, bad habit. No, it’s not what he said. Was trying to, mh, lighten the mood. You look so nervous.”
“Me? I’m not nervous. [pause] Crowley, it’s normal to be troubled by all this. [shuffling noises] I understand. [long pause] Ready to go on?”
“Y- yeah. Uh. Thanks.  I’m okay, really. Not like I cared about them or anything. But what happened… talking about it, remembering, reconstructing, it’s a bit like looking where the furniture isn’t. Like, like chess pieces on a board without black and white squares."
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hydrangeyes · 6 months
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love language
So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!
I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.
Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also
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lego monkey king character love languages
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Wukong:
- It's physical touch
- like come on it's so obvious frfr this man is emotionally constipated
- that and gifts of any kind
- one day you get a shiny rock the next he's giving you an ancient and precious golden pendant or something
- more times than not you can find each other cuddling and sun bathing on his island or temple
- if he's feeling particularly soft or something that is when he speaks up, pulling you aside to play with your fingers as he nervously asks if you know just how much he loves you. (This def feels more constant after the lbd deal)
- at first it was sweet but towards the 3rd hour of him describing everything you basically kiss him silent
- work out around him and all that goes through his head is "buddah I'm so very gay, gay gay gay, my mate is so fucking hot."
- I whole heartily believe he would recite that audio of spike saying "I love a person who can beat him up, I want it to get embarrassing." Just towards you and it's so fucking funny.
Macaque:
- He's vocal and physical.
- vocal in a round about way but def the type to fuss when you have to get up from the cuddle pile for even a sec
- feel like Mac would recite poetry or lines from a play
- will beat someone up for you, a single frown and he's already plotting murder
- in turn melts when you give him a kiss anywhere
- his favorites are on the cheek
- anyway, he wouldn't give you gifts unless its during festivals and such, very much a practical use gift giver
- he doesn't want there to be any doubt that he loves you and knows you love him, and if there's a smidgen of doubt he's blunt in asking
- Besides sandy idk why but probably the most to be very hands down "communication is key" in the relationship
- idk why but he likes hanging or being on your shoulders, whether your short or talk my dude, he's on your shoulders in some way
Tang:
- I head canon he's demi on all accounts cause I want too, so everything starts as friendship
- as time goes he starts dragging you about to his fav places to eat or snack
- seems like the type to bring you back really good food
- he can't cook for shit but he just found this new food place and thinks you might like it
- in a non yandere way keeps tabs on everything you enjoy
- so I guess also a gift giver
- the gifts are food (I would say folklore books but I feel like that's more something you give him and you both read it together)
- hard to say what else as I've convinced my mind that tang is happily married (platonic or not) to pigsy and then both dating sandy, speaking of which-
Sandy:
- everything, he's a giver
- cuddles, gifts, kisses, cooking you meals, talking
- sandy I feel is very loving, just a big old cheese ball
- Just imagining him waking you up with a kiss on the forhead and the smell of your favorite tea and breakfast, mo purr on the bed as you guys talk about what to do today
- I def wanna say he's definitely a "look at my awesome handsome boyfriend/fiancee/husband/partner!" Will Smith pose style
- leaves stick notes of love letters and I love yous everywhere when he is in a rush for work or helping the gang somewhere
Pigsy:
- Easy
- he cooks you meals, he's great at it and it's something he's most confident in
- not just any but handmade and usually family recipes he doesn't make for the shop
- Spending time to show you how to make his family recipes
- a "Why would I buy you chocolates when I can make you chocolate from scratch for sweethearts day?"
- the calmest around you, not that you mind when he's being passionate (about hobbies and a new recipe he's thought of)
- his secret taste tester, before tang he let's you try all the new meals he has planned
- he tries to flirt but he sucks at it, you are kinda into that, it's cute
- He's very vocal but nervous when it comes to affection but gives it in abundance
- the way he proposes is asking if you wanna help parent mk
- if you ever fight (usually on work and taking breaks), you both give each other the silent treatment; pigsby usually caves first (hes hot headed but once he cools down its liek why was i even mad???) and goes to talk things out, usually the shop is closed next day and you both are on a date
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pendantaudio · 30 days
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Tilly's Trans Tuesdays episode 60: There's something insidious growing inside the trans community: transmedicalism. It's exclusionary, it's harmful, it's gatekeeping, and it needs to stop. So let's talk about what it is, why it's so bad, and where in the heck it came from (the answer may (not) surprise you). Therapist, author, and gender specialist Dr. Alex Iantaffi returns to discuss how ubiquitous transmedicalism is in the field of trans care, as well as the ways we lift each other up and the importance of self-compassion. Our collective blood is boiling.
Hosted by Tilly Bridges and Susan Bridges. Sound mixing by Jillian Morgan. Available on Apple Podcasts, iHeartRadio, Amazon Music, Samsung Podcasts, and more!
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ernestinee · 5 months
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La douceur de vivre, en ce moment.
- Avoir choisi d'intégrer des petites touches slow dans notre vie et voir que ça fonctionne bien :
- Le poêle de masse, qu'on commence à mieux connaître, qui nous réchauffe la maison pendant 12 à 24h avec 6 bûches de sapin
- La cocotte qui cuit doucement nos repas, dans le four du poêle de masse.
- Le pain sans pétrissage, qui lève 12h avant d'être cuit dans la cocotte.
- Les panneaux solaires qui produisent + que ce que l'on consomme.
- Retrouver et réparer un truc qui lit les cassettes audio, acheter des vieilles cassettes pour presque rien
- La sensation d'être plus connectée à ma vie, ne pas regarder l'heure mais prendre des points de repère par-ci-par-là. C'était un objectif pour l'année, d'ajouter un peu de slow, et ça fait beaucoup de bien.
- Changer la disposition du salon vu qu'on quitte le poêle en fonte, et donner moins d'importance à l'immense TV. Avoir un tapis jaune sur le sol, tenir bon quand je trouve qu'il est bof (on passe d'un tapis brun et une table blanche à un tapis moutarde et une table en bois foncé) et finalement trouver qu'il illumine la maison.
- La petite plongée dans l'enfance, les routes connues par cœur, les jolis paysages rassurants et régressifs comme une tartine grillée à la cassonade, revoir mon cousin.
- Découvrir aujourd'hui par hasard une librairie pas loin de chez moi et savoir qu'elle va devenir mon endroit préféré, prévoir de partir plus tôt le jeudi quand je vais chercher l'ado à l'école pour y passer du temps.
- Retrouver instantanément l'envie de lire en entrant dans cette librairie, fortement, puissamment, profondément dans mon cœur, et être émue de cette sensation.
- Avoir quelques nouveaux patients qui me mettent des challenges.
- Faire des plans pro sur les 5 ans, arriver à la fin de l'immense vague qui m'a presque submergée de boulot depuis septembre, avoir enfin du temps pour penser aux nouveaux projets, écrire les prémices d'une formation pour adultes, avoir de nouvelles idées de matériel pour les patients.
- Trouver l'ado épanoui, le voir enfin prendre du poids, penser à ses affaires et prendre des décisions.
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Concept Art - Something of the Wolf
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Sonic Screwdrivers
Both of Thete’s Versions (1 and 2) are based off of Eighth Doctor versions. The first Version is the one seen for the first time in the 1996 movie, the first Sonic created for the show since the prop was blown up in the Fifth Doctor serial The Visitation. The second Version is the prop created for the Big Finish Audio series Dark Eyes, and is the version most often seen being carried by Paul McGann at Cons.
Rose’s version is based heavily on the “make your own Sonic Kit” that allows you to mix and match three different heads, three different bodies, and three different bottoms - the style used is the most popular combination. The colors are my own decision however.
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Psychic Paper Billfolds
If you asked the Doctor, he’d just tell you a billfold is a billfold. But Rose insists that even the smallest thing has to have flair. Both are pure leather.
The Doctor’s billfold has a faint embossed hatch pattern and oak leaves with acorns.
Rose’s billfold has braiding and embossed flowering.
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The Bonding Pendants and the Wedding Rings
The Bonding Pendants both are made of polished red Gallifreyan stone was beveled Circular Gallifreyan carved into it that reads “House of Tyler.” They have clasps and rings made of gold-titanium alloy, and the cords are made of leather from Earth. Both the Doctor and Rose usually wear their wedding bands on the leather cords hanging right next to their pendants as well, but occasionally they wear them on their ring fingers in special occasions.
The Doctor’s Ring is a mix of red Gallifreyan stone with Cadonwood Inlay and gold-titanium alloy inlay. It is a flat simple band.
Rose’s ring has a red Gallifreyan stone with Cadonwood inlay band and a setting made of complex gold-titanium alloy leaves and posts. A single stone, a Gallifreyan White Point Star Diamond, is in the middle of the setting.
Both the pendants and the rings were hand-carved and welded.
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divinctions · 18 days
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✿ ━━━━ peek into luna's phone .
¿ es esa cosa cosida a tu mano ? their mother would say. a stereotypical child of the internet, luna's phone was like a lifeline. a direct contact to those they cherished most, a storage bin for her most fond memories, a tool used in the creation of her art when muse struck her at the most random of times. it's no secret they're addicted. there's always multiple tabs shared in her browser, multiple apps opened and closed, messages they need to go through, and pictures to cypher through. she is attached, but they don't think that's necessarily a bad thing.
detailed description on what's in luna's phone below ! ( @valpoinspo )
1. Luna's Camera Roll: (imgs described left to right)
img1: the most recent picture of her and drew. luna always makes sure to get a picture of the two of them together whenever they're together so they can look back on it later and long for him again.
img2: a collection of her newest tarantula obsession, a greenbottle blue tarantula. she's tweaking for one so bad but cant find a handler she trusts to ship it to chile.
img3: funny little moment she caught of esme and nymph. whatever esme was spitting, nymph had enough.
img4: it's actually a video of drew holding nymph while looking up conflict resolution techniques because he doesn't want to have beef with nymph but he feels like nymph has been with him ( and she does, sorry ): you took her cuddle partner away drew ). luna can be heard giggling the entire video.
img5: a photo of nymph wearing his new necklace ( a pentagram pendant ).
img6: a silly little selfie. they take. so many. of those. like christ alive. so many.
img7: though partly hidden, it is a picture of a bonfire luna was invited to after a day of interviewing locals in a smaller commune on the outskirts of casablanca. they got to sit around and she listened to so many different retellings of the same legend passed from different generations. they were so geeked they didn't even care how unsafe that probably was (especially considering she doesn't drive and had to find their own way back to valparaiso). they will be doing it again though, the stories were too good.
img8: an in memoriam photo for their late son granite. they featured the venom rings they made with his venom and also how his molt came out before they framed it.
img9: they were annoying esme with their camera one day. took a lot of up close photos and laughed about it the whole time.
img10: an audio file and gibberish harmonies and a few lyrics they're looking to work with.
img11 (picture on the side): they had a few tarantulas die really young and couldn't make a molt out of it so they had them go through taxidermy and put in a jar so she could add it to their offrenda.
most common photo tags: amor, spideys, familia, nymph, chile, and audio
2. Luna's Socials (boxes described left to right)
box1: contains lunas most searched images when you look up their name. the first being them on the set of scream with tajin and a lime ( their hyperfixation snack at the time ) and it soon became a running gag behind the scenes that if luna was quiet it's because she was off somewhere downing a lime with tajin on it. the second photo is an image from their last pop up show; the image was taken by a fan and set all of them into a thirst frenzy after they posted it on their story. and the last one is another fan taken photo, but kinda blurry and cut off, of her and drew embracing. they're unable to see who shes hugging and they only know its luna because of the tattoos. fans are still speculating today. box2: if luna is doing anything, it's not being done in silence. she can't stand their own thoughts, so if she's not listening to music they have on the snarled youtube channel and listens to their retellings of urban legends. they would like to make a channel similar to theirs with drew where they record the stories and he does the drawings for them (yknow, when he can draw again xoxo). box3: got their spotify is insane but their playlists are even crazier. the type of person to make a playlist for every occasion and she does utilize folders. mainly for their own personal music but still.
liked songs: 9.1k, honestly if one note hit her right on a good day it got a like.
i want to sleep in his chest cavity: 535 songs. her drew playlist (obviously), the most sickeningly sweet but demented playlist you'll listen to. yes, the songs they write for him also end up here.
lamenting can be sexy: 434 songs. her second most added to playlist. they can't help it, they're a mournful bitch. they lament over everything and have a playlist perfect for it.
i'm my father's child: 1990 songs. a playlist they share with their father. it's mainly traditional/tejano music but definitely just purely all latine genres of music new and old school and he made the photo luna at one of their folklorico shows during dio de los muertos.
3. Luna's Text Messages:
Luna's most recent text was with their dad about what he and their mother should send drew for his birthday. Luna recently sent them a list (in january) of things drew (who he currently calls andres) likes and has started hounding them for the present because his birthday is a month a way!! they have plans!! and the poor man was very confused.
" you know I love you but I don't feel right about this " " explain? " " are you sure this is what you want us to send for drew's birthday? it's cheap" "legos not eggos!!"
4. Drew's Photo Album: (images described from left to right)
Luna is a very sentimental person, keeps everything, takes lots of pictures, wants to remember every good feeling. They usually just let their camera roll be a mess of their experiences and reminisce at random, but drew of course got his own album.
img1: (what luna considers) their first official date. he'd gotten in line to meet them at a horror con and luna recognized him afterward, running up to talk to him and he invited them to get a slushie with him so she could snap a picture of the picture he drew of them that they'd signed. while drew was busy cleaning up the mesh of a slushy he made luna snapped a quick picture of their drinks side by side before offering to help. she gave him their number that night, but he never used it.
img2: the matching set of spider venom rings luna made for them after their first official date.
img3: the media room back in their brownstone in new york. it was where drew and luna spent most of their time. luna wants to get another one built for the place luna and esme have here because they miss it.
img4: a quote from a book luna was reading early on in their relationship when everything reminded them of him (still does). the quote reading
"you fell in love with me?" "i did" he says.
img5: last september luna "accidentally" sent drew a video discussing the reasoning behind sending a loved one yellow flowers september 21st-23rd in mexico (because it meant you wanted to be with them forever) and soon had their place flooded with yellow flowers of all sorts. the yellow roses barely fit in the hallway which is what was pictured there.
img6: luna unable to be without him, would follow him around everywhere, even the comic bookstore where drew would go to show them one of his favorite comics and end up sitting on the floor rereading while they played with his hair.
img7: when drive in first came out, drew dropped that photo to promote and luna immediately screenshotted it and saved it to commemorate.
img8: a literal day later she also took a photo with the hat, promoted his graphic novel on her account and never gave the hat back. they still own it.
img9: their goth picnic date where luna planned and tricked drew into coming to so she could grovel and beg him to take them back, to let them start over.
img10: actual footage of image on facetime with their mom while telling her that drew asked them to be his ghoulfriend. lots of squealing and screaming.
img11: for valentines day, drew flooded their own with black roses and luna picked the biggest bouquet they could find and took it to school, los fantasmas, any and everywhere they could before their date with drew.
img12: it was a lot of roses they didn't want to go to waste so the ones that were pressed, or hung on the walls, luna broken down and made rosaries and rosary jewelry out of them.
img13: more images of luna being unable to not touch him in some capacity even if they're just sitting somewhere, they have to have his hand in theirs.
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melusine0811 · 7 months
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The Space Between the Stars ch. 18
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“It already feels intimate, something she never thought she’d get used to in a million years, having another person stay in this room with her besides Beta, let alone touch her belongings. And the most disconcerting part is, she wants her to touch them. To trace them with her fingertips…to read them and to know her in a way that is even more intimate than being bare and entangled in one another.
She has come to realize that being known and loved despite everything is a different type of entanglement.
It’s as though Seyka has cracked open an ancient Aloy biography and is leafing through the frayed, disintegrating pages as she walks around, picking things up and looking closer, her hands trailing over Aloy’s timeline— jagged bolts of a thousand different decisions and consequences weaving infinitely over each other in a beautiful sort of chaos.
And then Seyka steps into it, with open arms, gladly swept away in the storm.
Unconditionally.
It’s as unnerving as it is…kind of wonderful, in a way that Aloy can’t even explain to herself.
“…and this? Oh, it’s a knife. The handle is carved beautifully…it looks Tenakth.”
“Fashav gave it to me, to serve as proof that I was permitted in the Clan Lands when I met him and the other Marshals at the Embassy. Before I became more…well known to them. Then I killed Grudda, and Regalla fled. I didn’t know Fashav well but he was a very good man. His loss has rippled through the Tenakth just as much as the Carja.”
By this time, Seyka has moved over to where Aloy’s first spear is lying. Seyka runs her fingers along it.
“Rost made that for me. The carvings, the beads…they’re all his handiwork. He made lots of things for me over the years. Toys, my first bow…”
Aloy looks down at her hands folded in her lap, still swinging her legs gently, anticipating what Seyka is sure to find next before she even gets to it. She nods in the object’s direction and winces at the pang bringing it to the forefront of her memory creates.
“On the shelf…that’s Varl’s Focus.”
Seyka has been pretty quiet in all this, and she scans the Focus with her own, bringing up an audio recording, with both Varl’s and Aloy’s voices.
“To think…it was just the two of us when we first stepped out west…”
“And now we have a team. A good one. And it’s all because of you, Varl.”
“Yeah! You’re right.”
“Smartass…”
Aloy laughs but also finds that hot tears are dripping down her cheeks, as the ramifications of all of this come crashing down. She takes Elisabet’s pendant out of her pocket, grasping it in her hand. Seyka stands in front of her, between her legs, pressing her forehead to Aloy’s. She cradles Aloy’s face with her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks, tears undoubtedly rolling down Seyka’s fingers.
It’s part of reality, now, that Aloy simultaneously feels safest in Seyka’s arms as she feels exposed.
Seen.
When a person has never been permitted to be vulnerable even once in their life, and it finally becomes part of their narrative---for Aloy it’s a gust of wind filling her lungs just as much as it’s drowning her.
It’s definitely not the first time she’s felt this. But Seyka would willingly hold out her arms, soaking up Aloy’s tears in the form of a tsunami without thinking twice as her hands travel Aloy’s body, soothing her with her touch. She kisses her tear tracks, tasting the salt on her lips, and she speaks softly.
“Aloy…your room is like a memorial. I know now why you rarely come in here. It’s haunted with memories. And it’s okay…to mourn.”
She tilts up Aloy’s chin and looks in her eyes.
“It’s okay to be in here. It’s okay to feel your pain. I’m here…and this is our place, now. You and me.”
All Aloy can do is nod, and breathe, swallowing past a small choke in her throat. Her vision blurs even more. Aloy can’t believe that Seyka is even here with her. That she’d asked her to come and she’d agreed to stay with her.
It all comes crumbling down as white heat rips through her chest, tearing the breath from her lungs in the form of sobs that are almost violent, and she pulls Seyka in with bruising ferocity, burying her face in the crook of her neck, her entire body trembling in the wake of her warring emotions. Relief, guilt, anguish, love, doubt, rage…they’re all there, rippling through her body in waves.
She then feels shudders running through Seyka’s body, too. She feels sure that the same emotions are soaking through her as well—for her own part and for her losses as well as for Aloy’s. The two of them being quite empathic with one another when it comes to emotions was something that had been established early on. She’d known back then, when she could poignantly feel what Seyka was feeling, that this was no ordinary connection.
Aloy is sure that Seyka is mourning her own recent losses, too. She knows that she’s grateful for her own reprieve, here in the form of the two of them wrapped in each other, which it seems like they find themselves like this every moment they have together when they’re alone— re-balancing and equalizing the other. Aloy is still seated on the desk, clutching the Earth pendant in her hand, arms still clinging to Seyka’s body.
The pressure in Aloy’s eyes reaches an unbearable level, and she attempts to breathe, however the short, staggered gasps start to take over—that tearing, clawing feeling creeping up her back, Varl’s voice in her head. The voice she hadn’t taken the time to mourn. Along with Rost’s. Images of both of them flip through her head, switching from one to the other in rapid succession.
She cleaves desperately at Seyka, who without flinching, is once again metaphorically holding her hand while Aloy leans into the pain. She leans into the grief with her when Aloy begins blaming herself heedlessly for everything that’s happened.
And considering how Aloy had woken up that morning, crying out for someone being taken from her…probably just a figment of her psyche but every dream still has meaning.
And then Seyka just kisses her. Kisses her brow. Her cheeks. Her nose. Slow. Letting each kiss and touch of lips trail softly to the next, brushing across Aloy’s skin. Aloy feels the pain gradually trickle out of her body with each successive kiss.
Seyka kisses over her puffy, swollen eyelids, paying special attention to them. She kisses the corner of her mouth, and then finally— Aloy’s breath hitches, and she catches Seyka’s lips with her own.
Time and again, their synchronicity astonishes Aloy, as Seyka assumes control, giving Aloy slow, lingering, hypnotic kisses that don’t lack in their intensity as they banish the tears flowing from the other’s eyes and they drown in each other, instead, small sighs and hums of pleasure emitting from their throats.
She tastes like ocean wind, Seyka. Like the sky. Like the morning when the birds wake, as she has been projecting pure light into Aloy’s life since the moment they met.
Seyka’s kisses become more desperate as she begins pulling and grasping at Aloy’s clothes, hands dragging up and down her sides as Aloy glides the tip of her tongue across Seyka’s bottom lip as it becomes even more frenzied, the heat from her breath scorching Aloy’s mouth. Each time their mouths separate and reconnect they unravel further. Their tongues meet, heat searing, sliding along one another as Aloy makes a whimpering sound she’s unaware she’s even let out until it’s suddenly hanging in the air.
It…does something to Seyka, who finally pulls back slightly, breathless, attempting to choke out words onto Aloy’s parted lips. She punctuates every few words with kisses.
“Didn’t…you say there are showers somewhere with actual hot water? I mean…we both kind of could use freshening up before we spend time with everyone, don’t you think?”
Aloy’s voice is barely above a whisper, and mostly consists of air pooling from her lungs.
“Mmm…don’t want to stop kissing you…”
Aloy opens her mouth, brushing the tip of her tongue against Seyka’s and then curls it back, her breath coming out in puffs along with Seyka’s, her mouth hovering just slightly away as they let desire build. She finishes her sentence, finally, lips against Seyka’s ear.
“…you taste too good. Don’t wanna stop. Want to go to bed…want to put my mouth on…other parts of you…”
Seyka’s breath hitches, but she reasons with her.
“Just because we’re in the shower doesn’t mean we can’t…do things…plus it will feel nice.”
Aloy kisses her again, and smiles against her lips.
“Agreed. See that door over there?”
Seyka looks at the small door near the one that leads out into the hub. It looks like a storage closet, and she nods, punctuating Aloy’s words with her own kisses.
“I have...a private shower.”
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moonjxsung · 5 months
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We don't have star and moon rings at work but we have p l e n t y of star and moon pendants and m a n y diamond rings so 👀
Oh you must be jealous of the audio messages I send my friends when I'm too lazy to text (90% of the time 🤣) but no it's not hot guarantee bc I'm sure id sound like an absolute meth head to you 😅
Anyway vote your #1 star and moon duo of 2023 (even tho I haven't been here long)
💖😘
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Okay soooo what I’m hearing is that we have matching star moon necklaces AND engagement rings 💍💍⭐️🌙🩷🫶
STOPPP IM LITERALLY SO JEALOUS SLMCKFKDKDJ when is it my turn to get Australian accent voice memos….. ☹️🫶 your friends don’t know how lucky they are that they get to hear ur voice so often
IT’S US we are LITERALLY MINSUNG anyone who disagrees is wrong !!!! ily wifey 🫶🩷💓💕⭐️🌙❤️
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mossy-rot · 3 months
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an updated ref for kabrin, and a proper ref for the blight!
transcripts of what's written on both sheets below bc my hand writing is shit plus some extra infodumping
(he/they for kabrin)
Kabrin Blightkin:
-moonlight elf
-133 years old
-he/they
-pansexual
-demiboy
abt the hat:
-it has clips! for staying on during combat and not falling into their face.
abt the cloak:
-layer built in to absorb blood w/o being visible from the outside, so that they seem like they have less wounds + extra warm because of insulation (to compensate for their naturally lower body temp)
-stitches are not visible from outside- repaired himself!
-slightly weighted for smoother movement + gets caught on things less because weighting creates less billowing when fleeing
-loop clips inside for carrying violin
abt the jewelry:
-jewelry is polished steel, not silver
-pendant is purple opal, the chain also being steel. chain was originally silver but was replaced
-earring is an animal rib
abt the makeup:
-makeup is handmade!
-glitter is crushed common gems
abt the shoes:
-they got them enchanted to make less noise when they walk, on top of learning to be quiet in them already, their footsteps are extremely quiet and hard to detect
The Blight:
-necromancer
-illusionist
-real name not available to the public, only to close loved ones
-violinist
abt their appearance changes:
-they de-saturate and remove shine from their own clothes for a more ghost-like appearance with illusory magic + it hides their makeup
-illusory magic adds glow + natural moonlight elf effects under moonlight, as moon based races have an inherent slight glow in these conditions
-illusory magic also alters his face shape to be thinner and darkens and deepens his dark circles for a more sunken look
-can only morph appearance to an extent, but will add extra effects for more fear (black liquid dripping from the mouth, audio illusions like creating unsettling noises around a person, making false cold touch illusions to scare people)
-can unhinge his jaw for funsies
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inspiredrawaw · 1 year
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Getting back into doing animatics :3
(Image Description: a drawn sketchy no audio 23 second video starting with an image of the solar eclipse with the caption “Star mages you must wake up” next 3 frames is a character known as Myrvin McGrove with half shaven wavy hair 2 burn scars on his face along with a cloak, a star pendant on his cloak, a vest, sleeves, and a circle floating in front of his chest, is frantically getting up. Similar to waking up from a nightmare. Myrvin looks up to the sky. The next frame is a landscape shot. The frame goes back to Myrvin who says “I don’t think the moon is suppose to be like that” Myrvin stands up brush himself off and says “yea, everything’s red n blending together” and brings out his blind seeing cane and walks off”
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