#Sensation Poses

[newattitude]

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  Kaos Tattoo - .:: > POENIA < ::. 

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[dianaventuresl]

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[mushroomsie224]

I wanted to draw him with a ponytail so bad...

[the-gayest-show]

I'm getting better at drawing poses now!

[sysig]

can i requeeeessstt edgar rescuing scriabin from something |D

Day 6 - There are consequences out here

Bonus, of what he was doing to get stickers in his hair:

[columboscreens]

[vertigoartgore]

Spider-man cover & endpaper (Folio Society, 2021). Art by artist Marcos Martín. Source

[allthedrugsforcreativity]

[chewablepebbles]

These workouts are making me go insane but also feel things I've never felt. Is this love?

[newattitude]

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[dianaventuresl]

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[candycryptids]

25. what is your wol's relationship with their family? are they estranged? still very close? tense?

28. what sense does your wol most rely on? hearing, touch, sight, smell, taste? maybe even aethersense or dynamis?

for Tangy!

Tangy’s relationship with her birth-family as it is RIGHT MEOW (Hah) is, estranged. Or… more specifically, her memory of her Mom was wiped off the page ‘bout 5 years ago, and it made things from her childhood (4-15’ish) kinda. Fuzzy. Thinking about the people around the Blinding Mother Shaped Gap In Her Memory kinda makes her dizzy and gives her a headache? So, she hasn’t given much thought about any of her siblings in some time either. She’s pretty sure they’re ok, though. Probably. She doesn’t resent them for whatever circumstances left her without them, at least, even if most people probably would- she assumes they’re struggling with the same cheese-brain memory problem like everybody else. And besides, she’s not sure they’d recognize her anymore anyways… 🫥☠️

She writes often to her ‘adoptive’ family though! Nothing but fond affection from Tangy for the Lalafellin travelers that said it was ok to make up a name when she struggled to remember hers, lol. She’d hate for them to worry, and really she’s doing quite fine, there’s lots of good food and new people, and travel, and sparring.

She does not tell them about the sad parts.

One of these days she’ll have time to go visit them, but there’s so much always going on, between moving headquarters and whatever’s going on with Bahamut and His Greatest Majesty, King Moggle Mog, may his Pom remain fluffy forevermore, so it keeps getting put off. Maybe they’ll have to make a special trip instead… 🫣

She does, btw, remember her old name by ARR, but by that point it doesn’t even feel connected to her anymore, which is why she continues using a ‘silly/childish’ name instead.

I think of all Tangy’s senses she trusts/relies on touch the most. If you can touch it, it’s real, you know? It’s present, it’s in the now. It’s grounding, it shows affection, it keeps people together in crowded places. Followed up closely by smell… she doesn’t have any vision or hearing problems, and there’s no case of hallucinations, but when a reasonable chunk of your memory is painfully blinding in every sense sometimes it’s just. Easier to close your eyes and press your forehead against a beaten smooth linen tunic and focus on the texture and the warmth and the smell of dirt and Chocobo feathers. Or rose oil and leather, and the slight roughness of a miners cotton shirt.

Sometimes she remembers the softness of furs and cloves and she isn’t really sure what that’s about. [It is A Touch and a Smell she remembers from her childhood, set adrift without the full memory to anchor it down]

[ufonaut]

Sargon the Sorcerer in Sensation Comics (1942) #80. Art by Paul Reinman.

[evilvillain123456789]

i have literally zero qualms about the source of meat that i eat as long as it is clean and poses no threat to my health. turtle? let me have a lirtle. raccoon? i want some soon! belly of horse? well, of course! dog's leg? don't make me beg! i could go on but i believe you get the picture. i really don't give a shit. obviously there's ethical concerns but like if you presented me a filet of human flesh that was harvested off of someone who wanted me to eat them i'd take a bite. i would. i mean, think about it. if someone wanted you to eat their flesh, i feel like that would make it more ethical than a pig who wanted more than anything than to live. the difference between me and you, though, is that i wouldn't get hard over it. FLACCID. PENIS. the entire way through. not a drop of moisture nor tingle of sensation in my briefs. also. can we go back i forgot to put in my mom's rewards membership number.

[shrimpybbq]

rafe experiences the comfort of a mother

synopsis: rafe appears on his girlfriend’s doorstop, badly burnt and in need of care and affection

Rafe stood in front of the guest room, body stiff and hand frozen against the wooden door. He wanted to knock, he really did, and yet he was hesitant. Only the day before had the couple fought, screaming and shouting until both were out of breath. Rafe had watched his sweet girl leave with teary eyes and he’d felt bad, his heart twisting as she had slammed the door in his face. It was the same door he finally knocked on after realising he’d been motionless for too long. The rap of his knuckles echoed and for a moment, he wondered if she wouldn’t answer the door at all, until a creak sounded. Rafe raised his gaze to see his girlfriend standing in front of him, her fists rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

“R-rafe? What are yo-”, she began to ask, voice heavy with tiredness, the hour late. It wasn’t until she looked at him properly that she paused, taking in his entire state. Rafe was standing there, clutching his arm to his chest protectively. It wasn’t the childlike pose that caught her eye though, no - it was the way Rafe’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and his bottom lip wobbling ever so subtly.

“Are you ok?” She asked gently, as if she were talking to their son. Rafe could only shake his head side to side, slowly pulling his arm away. At the sight of the red and blistering flesh, she gasped loudly, “Oh my god! What happened?”.

“I-uh, I got into some trouble,” Rafe responded timidly, full of shame and in pain.

“Come here,” his girlfriend said, gently ushering him into the guest room, “sit down. Have you cleaned this?” She asked. Again he shook his head, leading her to hum lowly. “Ok, I’ll need to clean it. Gimme a sec.”

Rafe sat on the bed patiently as he took in the room. He’d never been in there since she began sleeping in there, now taking in all the little trinkets she had lying around. He had been trying to get her to move back into his room but she still refused, and the pair used the nursery as a mutual zone.

His musings were cut off by a gentle voice questioning him.

“What happened Rafe?”

“It’s nothing, just an accident, you know?” Rafe grumbled out as she began to wet antiseptic pads in front of him. She looked up at him, gaze incredulous.

“This is bad, Rafe. You don’t just get something like this accidentally! You said you got into trouble before - what did you mean by that?” She questioned. Rafe sighed, having underestimated just how much she would question him, but he should’ve expected that, he thought to himself. When he didn’t answer, she began to clean his arm.

The sharp stinging sensation that travelled through him as the antiseptic touched his burn made Rafe jump, his voice exclaiming in shock. It was that sudden pain that caused the unshed tears in his eyes to spill over, and it was like once he started he couldn’t stop. All his pain and worries spilled out of him, the tears streaming down his face.

“Oh baby, it’s ok, come here,” he heard her say, cleaning forgotten as she pulled his head into her chest. Whenever she had comforted Rafe in the past, this had been his favourite position, curled up against her chest and having his hair stroked. So she did just that, soothing his heaving sobs with each pass through his hair. “It’s ok Rafe, you’re ok here baby. I’ve got you, ok? Breathe, Rafe.”

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, his sobs wetting the fabric of the tank top she wore. He’d almost completely exhausted himself by the time his sobs stopped, only able to breathe deeply now. It was then his muffled voice could be heard, “it was Barry.”

He felt her stiffen before she tentatively probed further. “Barry, your dealer?”

At the feeling of him nodding, she pulled him away from her chest. Her voice was stern, as if she was talking to a small child,

“Rafe, why is your dealer burning you? What did you do?”

He looked up at her, eyes wide and rimmed with red. He looked just a like their son, she thought, his features so innocent and needy.

“I-I couldn’t pay him back in time… I tried, I really did, but I had this thing and I couldn’t get it all there in time, and I said- I said to him I would get it bu-but he didn’t care,” Rafe began to ramble, his voice pleading with her to understand him. He had been trying to do better, for her - for his family. He watched her sigh, before she returned to clean his wound in silence. Rafe wanted to speak, to explain himself more but he didn’t know what to say, and the idea of her disappointed gaze upon him once more sealed his lips. The feeling of her fingers smoothing a burn cream over his wound tenderly had him curling back into her chest.

She began to card her fingers back through his blonde locks, feeling Rafe relax against her. When he was upset he would be one of two ways: angry and reactive, or clingy and touch-starved. Today, it was clear he was the latter. She couldn’t bare to leave him alone like this, and so she gently whispered,

“Come here baby, let’s get you into bed, ok?”

Rafe pulled away, his eyes wide as he looked up upon her face.

“Here?”

She nodded and began to pull the covers away, creating a space for him to shuffle in. Rafe allowed himself to be guided under the quilt and he couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of her fingers tenderly brushing his messed-up strands away from his forehead. As he made space for her beside him, Rafe watched his girlfriend pull away from the bed.

“Nononono-” he began to mutter, only to be cut off. His hand was outstretched pathetically to try and keep her by his side, scared to be alone.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I’m just going to the nursery. I thought you’d want him to stay with us tonight,” she soothed, watching surprised as Rafe shook his head in response.

“No, let him sleep. Just c’mere,” he mumbled, dragging her into his side and under the blankets. Within seconds Rafe had found his position for the night, curled up into her side, his head resting on her chest once more. He was so sullen and quiet as he listened to her heartbeat, hands clutching at her waist.

“Goodnight Rafe,” she uttered sleepily, the events of the night catching up to her.

“I love you,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against her chest. He didn’t say it often, preferring to show his love for her through actions, but she always knew it. With a soft kiss against the crown of his head, she echoed those words back to him, before slipping into unconsciousness,

“I love you too, baby.”

[freyaleif]

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