#Snail shell studio

[the-woods-call-me]

]] Y2K Girl’s Room [[

Snail Shell Studio “Hotaru” head with Assault Lily hair pieces

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OH FUCK

DOES THAT MEAN KENTREGINA IS A POSIBILITY???

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[writeariot]

Babygirl || VanderxSilco NSFW

Words: 2.2k Tags: Forced fem, lingerie, dirty talk, fingering, anal, cream pies, begging, size difference, afab terms for amab anatomy, anal plug, prostate massage, sex and emotions, this got more emotional than I intended.

These rendezvous aren’t uncommon. Though Silco and Vander might be adversaries on the surface, the history between them runs deep, and the need runs deeper. They’ve been playing these games for longer than some have been alive, and they’ll continue playing them until one or both are dead. 

It all starts with a message. Just a simple time and nothing more, but they both know what it means. This time, however, the message came with a gift, a small package left on Silco’s desk and a tag that read “11pm” in Vanders sloppy scrawl. They’d sent each other things this way before, but Silco had never seen anything like the contents of the box outside of the brothels. He’d almost called off their meeting when he saw the pink satin in the box, but its softness on his fingers made his cock twitch, and for a moment he wondered how it would feel against the rest of his body. 

God damn it. 

The day moved at a snail's pace, but it always did when they had plans. The agony of waiting made time seem to slow to a crawl. The Last Drop filled with miners, and emptied again, the world going on as usual. But when the last miner filters out into the dark, Vander isn’t far behind. The night air is brisk on the long walk to the small studio apartment they rent for these little trysts, but the chill helps to keep his mind clear. 

By the time he makes it to the run down building, excitement makes his heart race and his cock twitch. Each step up to the top floor floods his mind with images, but nothing prepares him for what waits on the other side of the door. He knocks twice, pauses, and then knocks twice more, the code they’ve created to identify themselves, and then presses his key into the lock and lets himself in.  

Silco stands in the middle of the room stripped of his dignity, wrapped in lace and frill. His bravado slipping away with every twitch of his cock.

"God damn,” Vander groans as he closes the distance between them,”Look at you…” 

“Fuck you, this is humiliating.” Silco sneers, his nostril’s flaring. He watches as Vander circles him, trying to ignore the way it ignites something new and sharp inside him

“You're so pretty like this," Vander croons, pushing one big hand through Silco's hair, "such a good girl."

The praise makes Silco squirm, a pitiful whine slipping from his lips. His cock throbs, precum staining the pale satin that traps it against his belly. "So needy.. ask nicely princess." Vander hums, the sound radiating from deep in his chest. "You bastard..." Silco groans.

"That's not very nice..." Vander's eyebrow quirks, "try again"

"Fuck— Please.." The words come grit between.

"Please what?" Vander teases, pressing close enough to brush his lips over the shell of Silco's ear. "Please daddy."

A soft laugh slips from Vanders lips, the sound morphing into a gruff moan, "That's my girl… How are we doing?” 

“Green.”

Vander growls at the answer, pulling Silco into a kiss that bites and bruises, and when their lips part there is no more restraint, “On the bed, now.”

Silco doesn’t argue, more than happy to settle across the old bed and the plush bedding they’ve dressed it in. The combination of satin on his cock and the crushed velvet comforter against his back raise goosebumps on his flesh. Vander pushes his legs wide, settling on his knees between them, thick fingers tracing the lace hem of the panties that cling to Silco’s thin hips, over the ridge of his cock, and up his chest to settle at his throat. 

“Such a pretty baby girl,” He croons, delighting in the way Silco’s hips buck, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, open wide.”

Silco makes a soft sound in the back of his throat as his mouth drops open, giving Vander the space to press three fingers against his tongue. His lips close and he sucks them deep, twirling this tongue over each rough digit. That seems to snap the last shadows of control Vander clings to. He flips Silco easily, pushing his face against the bed, to pull his hips high into the air. The satin panties rip with an almost sickening sound under Vanders fingers, the air chilling Silco’s skin in the absence of body warmed fabric. 

Vander curses under his breath at the sight of the plug nestled between Silco’s cheeks, “So god damn needy… Just couldn’t wait for me to fill your pussy hm?” 

“D-don’t call it that…” Silco groans as Vander’s fingers trace the base of the plug, nudging it aside as he wedges his fingers beneath it. “I’ll call it whatever I want,” Vander laughs softly as he tugs the thick metal plug free of Silco’s body, delighting in the way his hole flutters at the loss. 

Silco buries his face in the pillow, muffling the ragged moan that spills from him when two of Vander’s fingers replace the plug, pressing deep. One rough finger brushes against his prostate and pleasure shoots like a rocket up his spine. 

“Is that the spot baby? Is that the spot that makes you cum your fucking brains out?” Vander hums as he presses his fingers more insistently against the smooth little knot. 

Silco answers with a whimper, his hips rocking back into the friction desperately. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, precum leaking from its tip in a steady stream. A third finger presses in, stretching him wide, filling him up almost as perfectly as Vander’s cock would, and he’s almost desperate enough to beg for it, but the breath is stolen from him by another rough press against his prostate. This time, Vander leaves no room for words or sounds before he presses again. His fingers work hard and fast, wringing pleasure from Silco like water from a sponge. Orgasm builds like fire in Silco’s gut, a small spark spreading rapidly through him, burning in his nerve endings as it rages through him, leaving him shaking and sobbing as he makes a mess of the bed beneath himself. 

“That's my girl,” Vander coos gently as he works Silco through his orgasm, letting him take the pleasure he needs from his fingers, “look at how that pussy takes me.. I know you need more, don’t you sweet girl?” Silco nods, he doesn’t need to say a word, Vander knows his body better than anyone else, he knows just one orgasm is never enough. He makes a soft noise of contentment when Vander’s weight settles over him as he stretches out over him covering Silco’s body with his own. It’s a tender moment, Vander’s lips pressing gentle kisses to the space between his shoulder blades, and up the column of his neck. It’s the perfect reassurance, the praise he desperately needs without the admissions of love or pride that he knows mean nothing.

The sound of Vander’s zipper is loud in the quiet space between their breaths, and the anticipation has Silco pressing back instinctively. 

“Quit fuckin movin,” Vander grips his hip with one hand, keeping him still as he slots his cock into place, before pressing in with one smoothe motion. 

The stretch of Vander’s cock steals Silco’s breath and any sound he hopes to make along with it. His hands claw at the bedding, desperate for something to hold onto as Vander presses deep. Their hips meet and for a moment it is nothing but bliss and matching breaths, both of them taking a moment to acclimate to the pleasure that floods their brains, but it doesn’t last. The moment passes and the bubble bursts into flames. Vander’s hands tighten, one on his hip, the other in his hair, holding him strung between pleasure and pain, before he pulls nearly completely out only to slam home again. The pace that Vander sets is punishing, pulling Silco back into each demanding thrust. The sound of their hips colliding drowns out the sound of their breaths and each helpless whimper that drips from Silco’s lips. 

“Look at you,” Vander grunts through clenched teeth as he watches his cock disappear into Silco again and again, “Such a greedy little cunt. You take me like you were made for my cock.”

Maybe he was, Silco had taken other lovers, but none of them knew his body the way Vander does. He’d tried to find someone, anyone, that could make him feel even a fraction of what Vander does, but all he’d ever felt was alone at the end of it all. Even knowing that when this night is over, and the orgasms have sunk into their bones, they will part their ways, enemies once more, he never feels the same hollow nothing he does with others when he and Vander are through. He’d never really believed in love, after all, no world where Vander existed to oppose him so firmly is a world where love can exist the way it does in stories, but he had to believe that if it could, Vander was it for him, and that what kept him crawling back to this room and this bed time and time again. But those were thoughts for another time, when the pleasure had worn off and the loneliness crept back in, now all he wanted was to feel, and god did Vander make him feel. 

“Y-yours,” he stutters out between thrusts, “All yours V-van..”

“Mine,” Vander groans, heat coiling around his spine. Nothing gets him like those little promises between them, even if they don’t last until morning, “My perfect girl, my perfect pussy.” 

“Give it to me, please Van” Silco begs, the words punched from him with each thrust of Vander’s cock. It fills up all his empty spaces, pressing against his walls, hammering his prostate, replacing all the hate that’s carved him out with pleasure, white hot and all consuming, and he needs more even as the orgasm building inside him threatens to suffocate him. 

“Take it babygirl, it’s all yours.” Vander’s voice breaks on his words, and neither of them can stand to think about what that means. They shove the thoughts away and chase the pleasure, the light at the end of the tunnel just out of reach. 

“I’m- Van-” Silco hiccups. 

“Yeah baby, it’s okay.” Vander soothes, the hand in Silco’s short hair loosening, petting gently down his back. Silco’s orgasm slams through him like a tidal wave, pulling him under, keeping him trapped beneath the surface. He shudders hard, his cock erupting, spilling rope after rope of sticky white onto the sheets. It’s blinding, stealing his senses and his strength, and Vander isn’t far behind. 

An animal sound like a roar reverberates in Vander’s chest, the rhythmic pulse of Silco’s walls pulling him into orgasm. His hips stutter in their rhythm and press deep as he spills into the tight heat of his body. The world blurs and it takes all his strength to keep himself upright instead of collapsing over Silco’s body. He sucks in greedy breaths, holding Silco close as he turns, laying on his side, keeping their bodies connected as the afterglow settles over them. 

For a long moment the only sound beyond the ringing in their ears is their heavy breaths, jagged and synchronized. Vanders hands splay over Silco’s stomach, warm and soothing in the way they hold him close, and it almost makes the moment seem more real than it is, and it makes Silco’s stomach twist beneath the touch. “Vander,” He hums trying to break the moment, to make it go back to the way it was. But something is different, something he can’t name, and for the first time in a long time he can’t help but feel like things won't be okay, “Vander,” He says again, firmer this time. 

“Sorry,” Vander’s voice comes harsh as he eases his grip and pulls away just enough to free his softening cock. 

Silco sits up quickly, his back to Vander. He peels away the scraps of satin that cling to him soaked in sweat and cum. “Ridiculous,” he mutters to himself as he tosses the ruined fabric aside. 

“Silco,” Vander hums, and Silco knows the sound of it, the things hidden beneath the tone. The things that shouldn’t be said, and yet he answers. “What?” He glances over his shoulder, eyes searching Vander’s. 

“I lo-” Vander starts but Silco cuts him off. “Shut up. Go home.” He stands on shaking legs, and steps into the bathroom closing the door behind him. He sits alone, hating himself as he listens through the door as Vander sighs and fixes his clothes, the hesitation in his steps as he makes his way to the door, the creak of the hinges, the uncertainty in Vander’s movements, and the soft click of the door closing. 

He’s alone again, and this time not even the endorphins can’t keep the cold out his bones, but he’ll have the ghosts of Vander’s touch to keep him company until the next time this apartment and their need calls both their names.

[paprikaries]

"Mammon" _ Immortal Snail Assassin _ Character redesign/ concept art inspired by "Mammon" from "Helluva Boss" (spindlehorse studio/ Vivziepop) It's Mammon but he's a giant demonic Snail in an evil clown disguise. His eyes are on the sides of the head, the opening of the dress is the mouth and shows the teeth, the shell is represented by the crown on the fake head of the clown, which is none other than Mammon's castle itself. His arms are chains of green light, his hands are gauntlets of hollow armor. The chains end up straight in the demon's mouth. The soul of Fizzarolli chained to the demon is represented on the hand. Forced to serve him by pushing the damned souls to enter Mammon's tent to seek entertainment, they end up being swallowed up by the monster. The demon is like a ghost, representing futile entertainment that leaves nothing and slowly devours the soul..

[rebeccathenaturalist]

COOL SNAIL ALERT!!!!

Okay, so yesterday I was teaching my Introduction to Mycology Class for Wildcraft Studio School at Tryon Creek State Natural Area just south of Portland, and while our main focus was on various fungi, we found some other cool stuff along the way, too!

One of the highlights of my day was this particular snail:

That is a Pacific sideband snail (Monadenia fidelis), one of our native terrestrial gastropods (as opposed to several invasive species found in the PNW and beyond). What makes it stand out is that the shell is entirely lacking the usual brown background on which various stripes are overlaid; it looks more like the yellow shell often seen in some Haplotrema species, such as the native H. vancouverense.

This is a more typical specimen, found not far from our extra-pale oddball above:

As you can see, the body color on the two snails is almost identical, so it's not albinism. I considered whether it might be a rare case of invertebrate leucism, but I was only able to find one reference thereof, in a paper on a single leucistic scorpion. I think, though, it's more likely just a normal variation where the brown pigmentation is at an extreme minimum.

It's not surprising that this mutation would be exceedingly rare; that yellow shell stands out like a beacon amid the darker colors of the forest floor, making any paler snails easier for predators to spot. OTOH, H. vancouverense is found in similar habitats and does have a typically yellow-colored shell, so maybe it's not as much of a liability. And when I looked at iNaturalist results for M. fidelis, there were a very few paler-shelled individuals mixed among the more common reddish-browns. They weren't clustered in one part of the species' range, but scattered throughout.

Anyway, I thought you all would appreciate seeing this!

[abirdietoldyou]

ANOTHER CRAB'S TREASURE: A Cod-damn Masterpiece

Total Hours: 37.9 Achievements: 32/32

Another Crab's Treasure is the second game from the Seattle-based studio Aggro Crab. Officially announced in 2022, this gem has been on my radar for a WHILE.

And I couldn't be happier to write this.

As said in my Steam review, heads up, it's my first official soulslike.

Another Crab's Treasure throws you fin-first into a colorful underwater adventure that flips the script on everything we've ever known a soulslike to look like. As someone with no real experience with the genre other than what I've seen from fellow content creators, I was immediately drawn in by the silly cartoonish world and all it had to offer. It was a breath of fresh air that put my 116 minutes on Elden Ring–all spent in character creation–to shame.

But don't let the cute shell fool you. This game has enough heart(kelp) to tug at the strings of even the most fortified- Sorry to all you thimble users out there.

You play as Krill, a charming crustacean forced to part ways with his beloved shell by one of the most evil things to plague the tide pools. Taxes.

Armed with nothing but an old discarded dinner fork and the power of Moon Snail Shells, you start on a quest to find your way home.

Testing the Waters: The Shallows

The Shallows is the game's starting area, with enough small crabs and minnows to put my local pond to shame. Here, players get their first chance to explore this game.

If you're like me, this would mean gathering every shiny thing lying on the ocean floor- And not that I blame you! This game is a crab trap full of them. Sadly, this excitement could lead to our little crab friend beheaded. Literally!

Tucked away in the world of Another Crab's Treasure are a handful of optional bosses you can beat before you even encounter the main boss of an area, one of which is dangerously easy to run into here. But have no fear, my crustacean friend. Walk far enough away, and you're free to get back to exploring!

Overall, The Shallows is the perfect starting ground for new and experienced players to learn the mechanics needed for the long journey ahead. From gorgeous Slacktide Castle to the mysterious Moon Snail's cave, The Shallows offers so much that even in the end, you'll be back.

The (Crab)Meat of it All: New Carcinia

New Carcinia is the gateway to everything the game truly has to offer. Even when you've progressed far past it, the area is a shopping hub PACKED with NPCs and stores that make it impossible to avoid. It's a gorgeous trash-built haven split between two levels showcasing one of the game's prominent underlying issues.

All it takes is one unlucky step on one of the many receipt bridges or getting too close to the edge, and suddenly, you're on the lower level.

A stark contrast to its bright and cheery upper level, the lower level of New Carcinia is where our cheery and colorful game takes one of its dips into the serious side of things. It is home to some of the most important characters you meet, each with their unique take on life mirroring the trials they've faced thus far.

The game EASILY juggles deeper topics while maintaining its lighthearted and cheery exterior throughout most of it. Despite its occasional treads in murky water, the story of Another Crab's Treasure is one to encourage you to look on the bright side.

When There’s a Will, There’s a Wave: Bosses

While the colorful and cheery world of Another Crab's Treasure is an impressive creative feat, the bosses that fit in it are just as incredible.

The way the team perfectly tied every arena to the unique themes of each boss adds so much more to the already charming level design. From a sushi boat housing the bane of my existence to a LITERAL throne room, you can tell they spared no expense when it came to showing every enemy the love they deserved.

Arenas aside, the bosses themselves are a force to reckon with. The game houses 18 bosses–five completely optional–for Krill to conquer on his adventure. Each boss has a weapon more unique than the last, including but not limited to tea infusers, hair driers, and even toilet brushes. On the optional side, Krill is up against bike locks, a caged monstrosity reminiscent of a Resident Evil monster, and the fists of the Grovekeeper.

These bosses are in no way impossible, but here is where "let's try this again" becomes a mindset rather than just a phrase. As someone who has dodged many Unblockable attacks and rolled into even more Aggro ones, the trip home will not always be as easy as slipping into the nearest current and being done with it. Another Crab's Treasure is a game that makes you work for your victories while making them all that much more memorable.

Besides, how many of us can say they fought an eel shooting bread out of a toaster and lived?

I Shell Never Leave: My Final Thoughts

Going into this blind as someone who had never touched a soulslike was an EXPERIENCE. It was so easy to find myself getting sucked into the world and all its little problems that, despite my regular schedule, I consistently found myself putting in 9+ hours each stream. I couldn't put it down, even with how often I saw the death screen.

Regardless of how much I had already seen between the developers' TikTok page and all the trailers that had come out, I would never have expected to get so hooked so fast. Barbed Hook-ed even.

What started as a silly little adventure about paying your taxes led to one about pollution, corruption, self-discovery, and the message of doing what is right–for the sake of others AND the planet we call our home.

A message so powerful that I couldn't help but cry as the credits rolled and my chat and I closed the cover on such a beautiful story.

Today, over two months later, I STILL find myself replaying it, never being able to move on from a silly little adventure I had in a world bigger than myself.

So, my final verdict for you, my dear birdwatcher:

A Krill-ion/10

Despite becoming the Queen of Soft Locking, Another Crab's Treasure is a microplastic gold mine of heart and soul. And my game of the year.

Here is a game I don't see myself shelving anytime soon because, in my own words:

Thank you for stopping by for the Raven Report!

[snail-raven]

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I'm looking for more like minded people like me, dms are open ★

Hi, you can call me Raven ⋆｡°✩

I love a lot of diffident things like collecting, making art, video games and hiking, and finding beauty in "ugly" things. I live in Switzerland, it is pretty lonely here. I'm also autistic and dyslectic ∞

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Little bit about me:

✴︎ I love nature. Identifying different insects, animals, mushrooms etc. ✴︎ I also like fashion. I love dark Lolita/ vampire fashion, grunge., or brown layered earthy outfits. Sometimes I wear animal horns, or ears ✴︎ I love the old 2000s aesthetic: DVDs, old technology, plastic glowing stars, stickers, all that stuff

✴︎ I love collecting stuff ✴︎ Shiny trinkets I find outside, shells, feather, crystals ✴︎ video games and retro consoles ✴︎ DVDs and CDs, but I also burn most of mine

✴︎ I'm a beginner at digital art ✴︎ I work with multiple physical mediums

favorite games:

Outer wilds, Hollow Knight, Subnautica, Deep Rock Galactic, Undertale, Minecraft, Rain world, Smushi come home, Baldurs gate, Danganronpa games, Metroid games, Kirby games.

(mention only games I might post about here)

favorite movies and series:

☆ Alien (franchise), Gravity, The wild Robot, Spider man (just all of them, I love spiderman), How to Train your dragon,

☆ Gravity Falls, Doctor who (both consumed my life at one point)

☆ Madoka Magica, Serial Expeiment Lain, Frieren: Beyond Journey, Violet Evergarden ☆ I'm a massive Studio Ghibli fan especially: Nausicaä (both the movie and manga), Laputa: Castle in the sky and Princess Mononoke

(mention only movies/ series I might post about here)

favorite animal:

SNAILS (and different insects, blue tit the birds, cats, cows, ...) all animals no matter their looks are interesting

TAGS!

#myart for my original art #sketch for sketches, doodles or non serious art #text post text, usually random projects I do #raven rant relatable rants and stuff #ravenscollection some stuff from my various collections

This is my primary blog My secondary blog: @snail-gaming (re blogging game art)

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links/pages(editin 4 l8r)((wip))

holaaa u can call me ru/ruru/mar watevr idrc

i post da sillay doodel

(might add moar 2 dis post idk im v indecisive/ocd)

linkz

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⭐️art blog

⭐main (where i interact from; reblog heavy)

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~tagz~

#rart - my art

tysm 4 visitin/supportin!!!!

likez n favez

i rlly love plants (im a plant mom) n toys n birbs n horses n chocolate n ocs n music n vidya n toys n de color red n gold n bugs 2 put things short lmao

vvvmore in depth interest details belowvvv

collecting: shells, keychains, stickers, physical merch of my fave franchises, artists, pkmn, etc., plants, snowglobes, cute stationery, novelty shit, tote bags, coin bags, drawstring bags, bags bags bags-

books/comics: catcher in the rye, gardening books, animal books esp ones abt horses n fish, tloz manga, ff manga, deadly class, umbrella academy, cooking books(vegetarian n desserts mostly),

toys: mlp g1-3, moncchichi, lps, breyer horses, schleich, furby, calico critters, jellycat, amuse, aurora, t0kid0ki, san-x, kidrobot,

plants: cactussssssss n succulent n moar cactussssss all de cacti(n succs) MORNING GLORY

music

ill listen 2 anything tbh, so im not sure if i can list a fave genre, but i do listen to some more than others. below are fave artists for the genres i listen to the most (in no order)

krnb: zion.t(prolly my fave musician in general i love him sfm), dprian, penomeco, devita, vince, colde, hoody, sumin

edm: snail's house, madeon, subtact, jengi, dark cat, wave racer, daft punk, studio killers

hiphop/rnb: the weeknd, bryson tiller, tpain(since i was like 6 lol), musiq soulchild

vocaloid/song: gakupo, teto, gumi, two lovers, chaotic love revolution, viva happy, dancing samurai, fukkireta, no thank you,

alt: ftp, prep, coldplay

vidya

ffvii/x/xiii/xiii2/lr/xv, yakuza/rgg/lad, insaniquarium, pvz, stardew valley, terraria, gaiaonline, starfy, tloz:tp(first zelda game n favorite game of all time)/ss/hw, kirby's epic yarn, smabro, xenoblade chronicles 1/x, MKX/11/1, sims

shows

cartoon: at, chowdah, samurai jack, attla/tlok, code lyoko, spunch bop, wow wow wubbzy,

live action: sweet home, alice in borderland, deadly class, hunters, tlou, kamen rider ryuki, squid gaem

anna may: nana, bleach, heavens design team, fma, deadmans wonderland,

moviez

live action: tlou, hellboi, less than zero, spiderman 1/2/3,

animated: tlu, you are umasou, one starry night, nemo, kfp, spirit, happy feet(peak), incrediblez, hotel transylvania,

addin moar as i go ^_^

[marsjeydonnicholas]

Snail skull

Evil roy studios creates miniature creatures out of polymer clay and super sculpey.

The materials are in the description.

In this video, he makes a snail with the shell of a decapicated spaceman who's just a skull now. All of his flesh has rotted away over time.

I do wonder where he got the cracks from in his skull, possibly the reason the spaceman is now dead.

Is the snail large? Or was the spaceman tiny?

The colours Evil roy uses make the snail look so alive and brings out the highlights and shadows perfectly.

[the-woods-call-me]

~ Woodsy Street Style ~

Snail Shell Studio “Phantom Hotaru”

[megansanimelist]

Drama Anime (Fall 2024)

Uzumaki: Spiral into Horror (4 eps)

In the town of Kurouzu-cho, Kirie Goshima lives a fairly normal life with her family. As she walks to the train station one day to meet her boyfriend, Shuuichi Saito, she sees his father staring at a snail shell in an alley. Thinking nothing of it, she mentions the incident to Shuuichi, who says that his father has been acting weird lately. Shuuichi reveals his rising desire to leave the town with Kirie, saying that the town is infected with spirals.

But his father's obsession with the shape soon proves deadly, beginning a chain of horrific and unexplainable events that causes the residents of Kurouzu-cho to spiral into madness. (MyAnimeList)

Another anime with lots of hype this season. It's only 4 eps so even if it's not great, it's not long. It is definitely freaky to look at, don't watch while eating.

Orb: On the Movements of the Earth

In 15th century Poland, heretics are being burned at the stake. Rafal, a brilliant young man, is expected to enter university at an early age and study the era’s most important field, theology. But Rafal values Reason above all else, which leads him both to the shocking conclusion that the Earth orbits the Sun, and into the hands of the Inquisition! (LiveChart)

15th century Poland!! You don't see anime like this hardly ever. Oh boy I hope it's good and has at least a touch of historical accuracy... please? Studio MADHOUSE is making this one so I have expectations it'll at least look cool. First 2 eps go hard btw.

NegaPosi Angler

The story follows Tsunehiro Sasaki, a depressed college student burdened with debt and being told that he only has two years left to live. After falling into the sea while on the run from debt collectors, Tsunehiro is rescued by friends Hana and Takaaki and soon becomes hooked on fishing himself. (MyAnimeList)

I thought the cute pink hair guy was the main character with cancer, but it's actually the black hair guy. Pink hair guy IS however, a softhearted himbo so I love him nonetheless. Also a realistic diverse cast of women with personalities in this anime.

Fureru. (movie)

Aki, Ryo, and Yuta, childhood friends who grew up on the same island, are 20 years old and start living together in Takadanobaba, Tokyo. Even though their living environments are different: part-timer at a bar, salesperson at a real estate company, and student at a vocational school for clothing designers, the three are always connected in their hearts. The reason is, the mysterious creatures brought from the island, Touch, have mysterious powers similar to telepathy that connect them with different hobbies and personalities. The friendship between the three should continue, but they discover another hidden power of touch... (MyAnimeList)

Poster alone made me think it might be gay, and then the last sentence of the synopsis also seems gay. But the trailer portrays them as just friends so don't get your hopes up.

[puppetstim]

source

[janedyson4thyear]

painting

with hilma in mind ive been really chanelling my geometric vibes

Af Klint and The Five mediumistically created work with which they hoped to transmit a supernatural knowledge of evolution via subversive coded signs, including gendered images of spirals of the natural order

if the snail’s shell spirals clockwise, for af Klint, it is associated with the power of emotion, and, in a traditional manner, she connects this power to the feminine principle.

this is only taken as a trad take if you are still trying to firmly connect feminine traits to the female.

Ive decided to push out of my canvas confides and paint around much more deliberately.

this is a callback to frequent comments I get in every crit about the marks around my work (I'm very messy) my hand prints (I'm a finger painter) and streaks all around the studio are hard to miss. its about time I use this intentionally.

using the wall around the canvas brings up questions of permanence, where the art ends, layers, and texture.

I want people to look at this work and maybe not even realise that there's canvas in the first place. I want people to want to keep looking. so much colour and texture.

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So yesterday we had a pretty intense issue in our home. Studio Dog Mei Ling's current favorite toy Baily (the Snaily) had to be repaired. Bailey, a stuffed snail fabric dog toy, was a gift from like 6 months ago from Aunt Jenn & Mary. Dani says that they cannot remember where they got Baily, because we have been wanting to get a new Bailey and swap it out for Mei because ole' Bailey is looking a little rough. Pretty worse for wear.

So yesterday I picked up all fluff off the floor, and Bailey, and got to work. The fluff was put back inside and some new fluff was added. And Bailey had about 100 holes!

I got out the needle, thread, and scissors and after an hour or so of repair, well the operation was a success, sort of. I didn't know if this would work because Bailey now looked sort of like a Fallout Ghoul. There's a lot of scar tissue. A Lot. A whole lot.

During the entire procedure, Mei Ling tried to keep it together. There was a lot of quiet whimpering and she stayed right at my feet, looking up at me, worried about Baily.

Despite Bailey's new repaired look, it did not bother Mei Ling in the slightest. Mei was just so pleased to have Bailey back. Relief washed over her and she carried the repaired dog toy around for the rest of the day and night.

Even when it was time to go out and potty, a conversation had to be had about how Bailey was not allowed outside and Mei Ling could play once she came back in. She begrudgingly left Bailey inside and quickly did her business and rushed back inside.. to get Bailey.

When we got Mei from the Shar Pei rescue one of her first toys was a stuffed taco dog toy. The inner fluff etc are long gone, in fact, all that remains to this day (from like 2017) is the skin of the toy, the shell. And it is still a treasured toy. Mei will bring it out, so delicately, every so often. Just to show everyone how great it is.

Back when it bit the dust we tried to throw it out. That led to a crying dog at the trash bin. So I took it out washed it and she still has it today. Just the skin, but she still loves it.

As far as Baily the Snaily goes, we have looked everywhere and a new replacement Baily cannot be found. I guess this toy was a limited run or something. But Bailey is fixed for now.

I think that the next repair will move over to Dani's plate and patterns will have to be made and an entirely new Bailey will have to be constructed. But that's ok, Dani's pretty good at the whole sewing cosplay dealio so she should be able to handle a Bailey the Snaily.

But for now, crisis averted and all seems well at least with Mei and Bailey.