#Ryali?

[mylenapony11]

Art

New art post. Sectioned

Animations

It’s over isn’t it

Buckshot Roulette

The dealer

Gravity Falls

Magical Girl Bill 1

Magical Girl Bill 2

Thicc Bill

Demonic Present

Chalk bill

The Amazing Digital Circus

Laipazoo

Obey Me

Asmo Comic

The final dance

Simping over Levi

Obey Me Bunny Event

Daughter of Pride

Bón Appatite Baby

Stardew Valley

The Muse and The Artist

You smell of dead flowers

L in formal wear

Mys polkadot dress

Mys and L saloon chatting

FNAF

Bethroned AU L and Chena

Death

The Bard’s Tale

Funny little bard comic

MLP

Tails of Equestria

Undertale

MTT Jessica Rabbit

But Nobody Came

8th anniversary

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Angel and Val

Art and Trebl

Shitpost

L Art

Art and Trebl

Asmo Comic

The final dance

Simping over Levi

But Nobody Came

Inktober 2021 1

Inktober 2021 4

First Bitty Art

Bitty Comic 2

Axolotl adventures

A Dream I had

Dandelions

Tranquility

Red Means I love you

Attempts

Obey Me Bunny Event

Daughter of Pride

Bón Appatite Baby

Baby it’s cold outside

OCs

Padaru Vicky

Shitty Vicky Drawing

Blank the Demon

Blank’s Character Sheet

Art and Trebl

Garden Vicky

Inktober 2021 2

Inktober 2021 3

Valentines 2022

Ryali Character Sheet

Esp

Esp’s wedding dress

Kira Sinaga

The goddess and her disciple

Comics

First bitty art

Bitty Comic 2

Asmo Comic

The Bard’s tale

Stalker! Comic 1

Chlorine

The Muse and The Artist

He showed up at my door

A deal

Bittybones

First bitty art

Bitty Valentines 2021

Vipor and King

Bitty comic 2

Hades

Minecraft

Axolotl Adventures

The Dragon Lord

Enya Flameblade

DSMP/MCYT

Inktober 2021 2

Highschool AU

D&D

OG Levtari Elroe

Levtari Elroe

Misc.

The Willow Maid

Octopus brain

Garcello

Hamamtha

Inktober 2021 5

Phoenix of the Sea

Our Life: Beginning and Always

Phonegingi 1

Shitty FNF

The taste of your flesh

Sesshomaru

Falmaenda

Otgw chalk art

[kashmimo]

guess who im romancing in rf5 hehe

[ryali-everthorn]

Name: Ryali Everthorn

Ailias: Oracle, Eye of the Desert

Species: voidling

Age: 227

Gender: female

Weight:126lbs

Height: 6’4” (not including horns)

Hair: shoulder, white

Eyes: 3, black sclera, violet pupils and color

Horns: crown horns

Skin: tan

Preferred outfit: green leather leotard, leather leggings, thigh high black boots, leather gauntlets, leather coat with fluff.

Residence: birch house in the desert.

Voidlings: Ryali Everthorn was born in the native area for the voidlings, the end void.

Voidlings are cautious, keeping them in their dimensions for the most part. They do have access to the Overworld, End, and Nether though are rarely seen.

Voidlings have a lifespan of 3,000 - 5,000 years. Because of this they are very careful when having children, normally no more than 2,000 voidlings are ever in existence. Because of their long lifespan, voidlings tend to be considered adults at around 100, but can be living their own life a little earlier.

Voidlings can have pregnancies for up to 2 years. This is because they possess the ability to hold back birth until they deem it safe to give birth. Normally a voidlings must be pregnant for at least 9 months before being able to give birth. This can vary based off their partner.

When someone violates rules in voidling society they are normally sent to the Pit (colosseum) where the severity of their crime determines how many fights must be fought and how hard the fights are.

There are animals in the void dimensions, but they are more aggressive, tougher, and heartier than animals from the over world. Due to this, farmers are considered higher members in society, slightly above warriors.

Voidlings all have in a way physic abilities, able to slightly see the past and future with some having more sight than others.

Voidlings vary in appearance. They are bipedal, and skin colors range from human shades to shades of gray to black. Hair color is normally from white to black, but if a voidlings is born with other colored hair it will normally be a darker shade. Voidlings all have horns, pointy ears, and fangs, horns varying in appearance.

Eyes will vary in color, though normally with black sclera and a color in the middle.

Horn classification: horns that are large/on the side of your head are considered unfortunate as they cause sleeping to be awkward and tight spaces difficult. The best of these ones are thought to be ram horns.

The best horns are small horns on the top of the head or the forehead.

Extreme Punishment: very rarely is it used, but should a council decide that the pit is not enough punishment for a voidling, they will be exiled.

When exiled all the memories of home are blurred and the reason for exile erased.

This has only happened 5 times.

Ryali’s story: Ryali was born to a mother and father, who owned a chicken farm. This is what caused her love for chickens.

At a young age she was trained in swordplay, and would frequent fights at the pit with her family.

Like her father, she inherited his crowned horns. Her mother had long front horns. Ryali resembles her father more than her mother, but does have her eyes.

When she was 103 she joined the services (military). To celebrate her father took her on a mission to gather diamonds and emeralds from the overworld, and the wood and fire from the Nether to forge an amazing sword.

Around a decade later there was a massive fight in which many perished. Rather than fighting on the front lines she abandoned her post to look for children to hide from the enemy.

After the fight, the council admired her bravery but also decided she must be punished for abandoning her post and leaving her squadrent to perish.

And thus she was exiled. Ryali has lived in the overworld ever since, having made a home and an oasis in the desert, raising animals and crops, and awaiting events.

Now she is 227 and knows that soon, people from another world will appear, and start a series of events. All she must do is wait.

[ask-tubbo-bee]

It might be a bit difficult to get a hold of him. Dream is a very intimidating man.

@ryali-everthorn

Dream is the most approachable person I know. He's really helpful.

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 51, 2021

Predicting lapses of attention with sleep-like slow waves. Andrillon, T., Burns, A., Mackay, T., Windt, J., & Tsuchiya, N. (2021). Nature Communications, 12(1), 3657.

Eye movements reflect adaptive predictions and predictive precision. Bakst, L., & McGuire, J. T. (2021). Journal of Experimental Psychology. General, 150(5), 915–929.

Organization of the inputs and outputs of the mouse superior colliculus. Benavidez, N. L., Bienkowski, M. S., Zhu, M., Garcia, L. H., Fayzullina, M., Gao, L., … Dong, H.-W. (2021). Nature Communications, 12(1), 4004.

Dynamic causal brain circuits during working memory and their functional controllability. Cai, W., Ryali, S., Pasumarthy, R., Talasila, V., & Menon, V. (2021). Nature Communications, 12(1), 3314.

Disparity in Context: Understanding how monocular image content interacts with disparity processing in human visual cortex. Duan, Y., Thatte, J., Yaklovleva, A., & Norcia, A. M. (2021). NeuroImage, 237, 118139.

Plasticity of Multidimensional Receptive Fields in Core Rat Auditory Cortex Directed by Sound Statistics. Homma, N. Y., Atencio, C. A., & Schreiner, C. E. (2021). Neuroscience, 467, 150–170.

Synaptic plasticity-dependent competition rule influences memory formation. Jeong, Y., Cho, H.-Y., Kim, M., Oh, J.-P., Kang, M. S., Yoo, M., … Han, J.-H. (2021). Nature Communications, 12(1), 3915.

Emergence of local and global synaptic organization on cortical dendrites. Kirchner, J. H., & Gjorgjieva, J. (2021). Nature Communications, 12(1), 4005.

Attention effects in working memory that are asymmetric across sensory modalities. Li, Y., & Cowan, N. (2021). Memory & Cognition, 49(5), 1050–1065.

Subcortical circuits mediate communication between primary sensory cortical areas in mice. Lohse, M., Dahmen, J. C., Bajo, V. M., & King, A. J. (2021). Nature Communications, 12(1), 3916.

Categorical judgments do not modify sensory representations in working memory. Luu, L., & Stocker, A. A. (2021). PLOS Computational Biology, 17(6), e1008968.

An image-computable model of human visual shape similarity. Morgenstern, Y., Hartmann, F., Schmidt, F., Tiedemann, H., Prokott, E., Maiello, G., & Fleming, R. W. (2021). PLOS Computational Biology, 17(6), e1008981.

Encoding of Partially Occluded and Occluding Objects in Primate Inferior Temporal Cortex. Namima, T., & Pasupathy, A. (2021). Journal of Neuroscience, 41(26), 5652–5666. https://doi.org/10.1523/JNEUROSCI.2992-20.2021

Accounting for Biases in the Estimation of Neuronal Signal Correlation. Pospisil, D. A., & Bair, W. (2021). Journal of Neuroscience, 41(26), 5638–5651.

Embedding optimization reveals long-lasting history dependence in neural spiking activity. Rudelt, L., González Marx, D., Wibral, M., & Priesemann, V. (2021). PLOS Computational Biology, 17(6), e1008927.

Frontopolar theta oscillations link metacognition with prospective decision making. Soutschek, A., Moisa, M., Ruff, C. C., & Tobler, P. N. (2021). Nature Communications, 12(1), 3943.

Prelimbic prefrontal cortical encoding of reward predictive cues. Spring, M. G., Soni, K. R., Wheeler, D. S., & Wheeler, R. A. (2021). Synapse, 75(8), e22202.

A Mechanistic Model for Reward Prediction and Extinction Learning in the Fruit Fly. Springer, M., & Nawrot, M. P. (2021). ENeuro, 8(3), ENEURO.0549-20.2021.

Mouse visual cortex contains a region of enhanced spatial resolution. van Beest, E. H., Mukherjee, S., Kirchberger, L., Schnabel, U. H., van der Togt, C., Teeuwen, R. R. M., … Self, M. W. (2021). Nature Communications, 12(1), 4029.

Moderated t-tests for group-level fMRI analysis. Wang, G., Muschelli, J., & Lindquist, M. A. (2021). NeuroImage, 237, 118141.

[mylenapony11]

Finally finished

This is Ryali. I did my best to balance her out.

Just wanted to share the thing

[mercurypilgrim]

These are absolutely stunning! Thank you so much! 💙

Commissions for @mercurypilgrim of their OCs Qel and Ryali 

[mercurypilgrim]

I was tagged by @sleepswithvillains ! Thank you! 😀

Tagging: @elaphaemourra, @outcastcommander, @elvhenyoung, and @tearlessrain

A snippet from the invasion of Korriban:

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Ryali can feel the metal of his lightsaber biting into his skin through the grip, and he can taste blood and ozone.

His hands are slick with crimson and some splashes of green and yellow. He hadn't bothered to check which species he was gutting.

His boots sink into the soft sand, and rage bubbles inside his belly as he stares his opponents down.

It is, in his mind, a righteous fury.

This is his sanctum, a place of learning and history. His students, the ones too young or untrained to hold a lightsaber, are frightened. He can feel their fear. He draws on it, pulls it into himself until he is boiling with rage.

The shadows cast from the craggy ruins seem darker than they should be, stretched unnaturally long. They writhe in the corner one one's eye, and he longs to step into one and envelop himself in it, to let the darkness flow through his veins and lend him it's strength. It's been such a long time since he's wetted his blade that the thrill is lingering.

His lightsaber's dual blades cast a deep crimson glow over the sand, turning it true red.

"Stand aside, Sith."

Ryali's grim expression deepens, and he shakes his head.

"You will not touch my students." He says firmly, "We won't let you pass, Jedi."

The Jedi's mouth thins, his own blade drawn and reflecting ocean blue in his nautolan black eyes.

Ryali can feel panic tugging at his senses.

Not for the battle, no, he didn't make Darth on his academic acumen alone, but because he has no time. He must reach his students, trapped outside the academy grounds. He can't fail them.

He grips his blade tighter, his senses brushing the presence at his side for guidance.

"Master-"

Darth Nox steps forward.

He's swathed in black robes, the deep hood thrown over his head and casting what little of his face that was visible into shadow.

His presence is tightly leashed, but it still hums I'm the air when he gets close.

The Jedi and their troopers tense. Some look confused by the alien in Sith robes.

"I'm afraid you will not be fighting my apprentice," the miraluka murmurs, and his voice, deeper than his thin frame would imply, carries over the sounds of wind and far off battle. He nods sharply at Ryali, a sign to leave this to him and run.

A wave of gratefulness threatens to extinguish the rage that is topping up his energy, but it merely adds it's fuel to the fire of his determination. He begins to back away, and their opponents raise their weapons.

Darth Nox let's his power slip for a moment, and the air turns heavy.

It's subtle at first, like the air before a storm. There's a faint taste of ozone and petrichor, incongruous in the desert of Korriban.

It builds swiftly and surely, like an avalanche gaining speed. It's massive.

The Korriban day seems to darken as the sparse cloud cover turns black. The sand seems to shiver under their feet and Ryali can feel his skin pebbling as power seeps into the air.

Thunder rolls inexplicably overhead, bass and threatening, and the pressure keeps rising until it's a tangible weight on their bodies like the gravity settings on a ship are out of alignment.

It's getting hard to breathe now, like trying to suck air in through mud.

Sparks skitter from Nox' gloved hands, and lightning forks over the now bruised sky overhead.

He's a spectre wreathed in power and shadow, and Ryali can't help but find it beautiful.

He flexes his fingers, and electricity arcs from between them and up his arms, providing a sparking mantle of power.

His expression is grim and dark, and as much as Ryali loves his Master, in this moment he's almost as terrified of him as the Republic forces that look on in horror.

He's radiant in his power, and to sense him in the Force is to be blinded.

One of the troopers is hyperventilating, clawing at her helmet as her knees begin to buckle.

He's unfathomable, and Ryali can hear the hiss of comm units shorting from the static buildup.

One of the Jedi is furiously trying to raise someone on their comm unit, to no avail.

Panic tastes metallic in the air.

Thunder rumbles overhead as lightning forks through the unnatural black cloud that bruises the sky purple.

Ryali steps back and prepares to run for it, to hurry to his students and defend them to his last breath, if need be.

Darth Nox eases the leash on his power slowly, carefully.

He's a very careful man.

He raises his hands, palms up, and lightning jumps between his fingers, hissing and spitting sparks.

Small, stray forks hit the sand around him with cracks like snapping bone, leaving little glass beads in their wake.

Scars twist his mouth, and Ryali can't comprehend how anyone managed to cage him.

Nox tilts his head, ready.

"You will be facing me."

[ryali-everthorn]

Ryali (:

[eshwarforever]

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[ask-tubbo-bee]

Hello Tubbo, would you mind if I stopped by to talk to you?

@ryali-everthorn

I don't think dream would like that but ok.

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 14, 2021

Recurrent amplification of grid‐cell activity. D’Albis, T., & Kempter, R. (2020). Hippocampus, 30(12), 1268–1297.

The SSVEP tracks attention, not consciousness, during perceptual filling-in. Davidson, M. J., Mithen, W., Hogendoorn, H., van Boxtel, J. J., & Tsuchiya, N. (2020). eLife, 9, e60031.

Computational evidence for hierarchically structured reinforcement learning in humans. Eckstein, M. K., & Collins, A. G. E. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(47), 29381–29389.

The smell of cooperation: rats increase helpful behaviour when receiving odour cues of a conspecific performing a cooperative task. Gerber, N., Schweinfurth, M. K., & Taborsky, M. (2020). Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences, 287(1939), 20202327.

Characteristics of sequential activity in networks with temporally asymmetric Hebbian learning. Gillett, M., Pereira, U., & Brunel, N. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(47), 29948–29958.

Controversial stimuli: Pitting neural networks against each other as models of human cognition. Golan, T., Raju, P. C., & Kriegeskorte, N. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(47), 29330–29337.

Oscillations in the central brain of Drosophila are phase locked to attended visual features. Grabowska, M. J., Jeans, R., Steeves, J., & van Swinderen, B. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(47), 29925–29936.

Toward a Unified Framework for Cognitive Maps. Kim, W., & Yoo, Y. (2020). Neural Computation, 32(12), 2455–2485.

Astrocytes Control Sensory Acuity via Tonic Inhibition in the Thalamus. Kwak, H., Koh, W., Kim, S., Song, K., Shin, J.-I., Lee, J. M., … Cheong, E. (2020). Neuron, 108(4), 691-706.e10.

APP Family Regulates Neuronal Excitability and Synaptic Plasticity but Not Neuronal Survival. Lee, S. H., Kang, J., Ho, A., Watanabe, H., Bolshakov, V. Y., & Shen, J. (2020). Neuron, 108(4), 676-690.e8.

Parallel Social Information Processing Circuits Are Differentially Impacted in Autism. Lewis, E. M., Stein-O’Brien, G. L., Patino, A. V., Nardou, R., Grossman, C. D., Brown, M., … Dölen, G. (2020). Neuron, 108(4), 659-675.e6.

High neural activity accelerates the decline of cognitive plasticity with age in Caenorhabditis elegans. Li, Q., Marcu, D.-C., Palazzo, O., Turner, F., King, D., Spires-Jones, T. L., … Busch, K. E. (2020). eLife, 9, e59711.

Noradrenergic Activity in the Olfactory Bulb Is a Key Element for the Stability of Olfactory Memory. Linster, C., Midroit, M., Forest, J., Thenaisie, Y., Cho, C., Richard, M., … Mandairon, N. (2020). Journal of Neuroscience, 40(48), 9260–9271.

Central Vestibular Tuning Arises from Patterned Convergence of Otolith Afferents. Liu, Z., Kimura, Y., Higashijima, S., Hildebrand, D. G. C., Morgan, J. L., & Bagnall, M. W. (2020). Neuron, 108(4), 748-762.e4.

Low rank mechanisms underlying flexible visual representations. Ruff, D. A., Xue, C., Kramer, L. E., Baqai, F., & Cohen, M. R. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(47), 29321–29329.

From likely to likable: The role of statistical typicality in human social assessment of faces. Ryali, C. K., Goffin, S., Winkielman, P., & Yu, A. J. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(47), 29371–29380.

Vision Changes the Cellular Composition of Binocular Circuitry during the Critical Period. Tan, L., Tring, E., Ringach, D. L., Zipursky, S. L., & Trachtenberg, J. T. (2020). Neuron, 108(4), 735-747.e6.

A modeling framework for adaptive lifelong learning with transfer and savings through gating in the prefrontal cortex. Tsuda, B., Tye, K. M., Siegelmann, H. T., & Sejnowski, T. J. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(47), 29872–29882.

Diverse coactive neurons encode stimulus-driven and stimulus-independent variables. Xia, J., Marks, T. D., Goard, M. J., & Wessel, R. (2020). Journal of Neurophysiology, 124(5), 1505–1517.

Neural Sequences as an Optimal Dynamical Regime for the Readout of Time. Zhou, S., Masmanidis, S. C., & Buonomano, D. V. (2020). Neuron, 108(4), 651-658.e5.

[normanandcaliban]

Bar Crawl

Music: “Your Light” by Yoe Mase

“ID, please.”

Norman casually produced the small, rectangular piece of plastic and gave it to the bouncer. The dude was one intimidatingly massive demon with cloven hooves where feet and shoes should be. Every inch of the guy oozed bouncer stereotype (tall, big arms, big chest, icy stare, cold demeanor), but the tight-fitting “Super Mario Bros” t-shirt he was wearing threw off his tough-guy fengshui. Norman fought back a grin, trying not to give away his thoughts. The last thing he needed was to be kicked out of the first bar of the evening. He still had so much exploring to do since this was his first time visiting Hell.

The bar’s neon “Beercade” sign overhead cast a yellow glow over everyone waiting in line behind Cal. Norman had never been to an arcade bar before. Cal said this was the place to come for the best local beer. Norman was more of a rum and coke kinda guy, but beer sounded great when Cal originally proposed the idea.

While the large, green demon checked his credentials, Norman’s eyes drifted up to the beast’s large, black, curvy horns. The way they twisted in a sturdy spiral reminded Norman of a mountain ram. Norman wondered if he ever kicked out disgruntled bar patrons by smashing into them headfirst.

The demon caught him staring and raised an eyebrow. “You need something, bub?”

Cal’s hands clasped Norman's shoulders from behind, making him jump. He poked his head past Norman’s left shoulder and addressed the bouncer, “No, we’re good, Ron. Sorry, it’s his first time in the Furnace so everything is still pretty...new.” Cal planted a peck on Norman’s cheek and gave him a noogie. 

The “Furnace” is what native demons referred to as Hell’s main dimension. Cal brought Norman to Pandemonium, the capital of Hell and heart of the Furnace, to introduce him to demonic culture. As they exited the portal from Earth to Hell, he best described the bustling, satanic metropolis by calling it “an infernal version of New York City.” When the city came into view, Norman’s jaw dropped. The resemblance was unmistakably New York-ish with a dash of hellfire, exposed brickwork, and thousands of screaming, writhing souls of the damned. Skyscrapers grew out of the ground as far as the eye could see and stretched all the way up into the black, tar-like, starless sky. Taxis, cars, and other vehicles packed the streets, making any mode of transportation other than walking a pain in the ass. Flying was also an option for most since several demon species had wings, but Cal said most demons shy away from it due to all the construction and demolition hazards in the downtown area. Dozens of bars, coffee shops, and retail stores littered the bases of every skyscraper. Various demons, creatures, ghosts, ghouls, and undead hustled to and fro in the clustered madness that was Pandemonium’s downtown nightlife.

Cal tried to give Norman another noogie. He rolled his eyes and tried to shrug Cal off. The bouncer, aka Ron, smiled at their playful banter. He cleared his throat, politely coaxing them to stop, “Yeah, I know how it is. My girlfriend is human, too. We’ve been together two years and she still gawks a bit whenever she comes to visit. The Furnace can be a lot to take in all at once.” He checked the identification one more time before extending it back to Norman. “Here’s your ID back, dude.” He gave a nod to Cal. “Have fun you two.”

“We will! Thanks Ron, good to see you again.” Cal smiled back. He casually grabbed Norman’s butt and gave it a squeeze then walked through the door without ever showing Ron his own ID. Norman let loose the grin he’d been holding back and shook his head at Cal. Must be nice to have connections, He thought to himself. He wished he had something like that when he was still a minor.

He was thinking of ways to pay Cal back for that public ass grab when he stepped through the tinted glass door and gasped. The interior of the Bar was laced with intricate woodwork from floor to ceiling. The wood was clearly recycled, but sanded down and molded to fit perfectly in every corner. It looked like something straight out of a boujee architecture magazine. At the far left was the main bar with tap nozzles, shelves of fancy liquor, and a painted version of the “Beercade” sign from outside. On the right sat arcade-style video game machines stacked back-to-back all the way to the patio and emergency exit doors. There was Pac-Man, Galaga, Donkey Kong, Super Mario Bros, various racing games, and even skee-ball. Norman felt like he’d stepped back in time to the 80s.

Dozens of demons crowded around the main bar counter, ordering various glowing liquids, beers, and shots. Some of the drinks smoked ominous gases while others screeched earsplitting cries of intangible babble. Norman swore he even saw one of the drinks try to crawl its way out of a martini glass. He glanced around, trying to locate his boyfriend, when a familiar red hand shot up through the crowd and waved at him frantically. Norman squeezed his way between a very intoxicated rock golem and a succubus with ginormous boobs to find Cal saving the only two remaining barstools at the counter. He beckoned Norman to come sit. 

“Hey you, what d’ya want to drink?” Cal asked as Norman pulled up in the stool next to him.

“I don’t know.” Norman replied casually. “What’s good? I don’t normally drink beer, so order something for me. I trust your judgement.”

Cal grinned. “You got it!” He turned to the nearest bartender and shouted over the noise of the crowd, “Hey Ryali, two Pitchforks over here!” She nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Pitchfork? 

“What’s Pitchfork?” Norman chuckled. What an a-typical demonic beer name. It was almost so corny that it was a perfect fit. He was excited to try it. 

“Only the best brew to ever touch your mortal lips. It’s made from dragon’s blood.” 

Norman grimaced, “Dragon’s blood? I don't know if I can stomach that...”

“Oh no no no, not actual dragon’s blood. Dragon’s Blood. It’s a type of hop plant grown in Erebos. It gives the beer its unique flavor. Ah! Here we go.” He took two sweating, ice-cold beer cans from the bartender. “Thanks Ryali!” The demoness smiled, nodded again, and winked at Norman with her third eye, making him cringe a bit. Cal laughed and handed Norman his beer. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you squirm.”

“Oh shut up and drink your beer.” Norman snarked as he popped the tab on his can. Air hissed out of the opening when the metal punctured the seal. 

Cal held out his can to propose a toast. “Here’s to new beginnings and cute guys.” He winked.

“Uh-huh, suuure. And here’s to us.” Norman retorted.

“To us.” Cal agreed, clanking his can on Norman’s.

The cold can chilled Norman’s lips. The first surge of beer hit his tastebuds and sent waves of bitter, tangy flavor through his senses. 

“Damn! That’s good beer!” He exclaimed, sitting back to marvel the can with new insight.

“Told you.” Cal responded. “Hey, Ryali! Another round over here!”

Norman looked over at Cal and found his beer completely empty. His eyebrows shot to the roof of his forehead. “We’ve had these in our hands for exactly one minute! Did you just chug that?!”

Cal grinned, showing off his fangs, and wagged his eyebrows. “They didn’t crown me ‘Beer Chugging Champ’ in college for nothing! It’s all in the gag reflex.” He flexed his biceps in a display of sarcastic, manly macho-ness.

“Is that so?” Norman cocked an eyebrow as Ryali brought Cal the next round of beer. The demon eagerly opened his second can and began gulping down a good portion of it. Norman returned to sipping his first beer and added with sexual fervor, “I can think of something else you should be chugging right about now...” 

Cal choked, sending spurts of alcohol flying out of his nose and mouth. Ryali, the two other bartenders, and several people around Norman and Cal stared for a moment then started laughing. Norman joined in as Cal got a towel to clean up the mess he made on himself and the counter.

“That’s for grabbing my ass earlier.” Norman chided, sticking his tongue out at Cal.

“You bastard.” Cal laughed, wiping beer from his face and shirt. “Your ass is mine when we get home.”

“Is that a challenge? Cuz I honestly wanna see you showcase those chugging skills.” Norman fired back at the demon. “If you can beat me in a Das Boot chugging contest, you can have me any way you want when we get home, deal?”

A spark of excitement and mischief flickered across Cal’s demonic eyes, “Oh it’s on like DONKEY KONG!” 

They shook hands as Ryali brought over two gallon-sized, glass boots full of beer.

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[mylenapony11]

Art

This one is gonna be a pain…

Flaunting of the Peacock

Prince Krel

Ryali Everthorn

Some Vicky variants

Levtari and his daughter

Pride art

Styalized Underlust

Corpse Bride inspired art

Pikachu Man

Lucifer Shitpost

Gojo Shitpost

Lucifer sketch

Lust Sans drawing challenge

Stardew Valley x Howl’s moving castle

Soft moment with Shane

[mercurypilgrim]

Finally grabbed a screenshot of Ryali!

Honestly, his design has changed quite a lot from his in game look, but this is close enough. Yes, he’s prancing around in a Jedi set because that’s how he rolls.

(None of the armour dyes were pastel enough for me, and I do like the base colour of this set...)