#body mud

[thedawner]

Dowze done with markers.

[saltyslime]

PVP PARASITES P1: SWORD P1 P2 P3 P4 P5

NOTES: -red coloration is based off of Sword Civ map color - based loosely on hermit crab. Metal apparatus assists the parasite with securing its shell (Sword) upon ranking up - Most important part of the creature is the circular screen. Its whats in charge of the whole "dont take it out of your hand or you fucking die" thing. Its actively looking for signals from the parasite, meaning that if its removed from the creature or the creature dies/goes dormant (ie, durability or removal) it fucking kills you. It gives you about a minute to swap weapons before it goes off.

[yantisocial]

MONOCHRONOPIA

Monochronopia is a condition in which one sees only in shades of a single color. This can be used as an umbrella term for any subtype of Monochronopia or as its own label.

{subtypes below the cut} @mudarchive

ROSENOPIA

A condition in which one sees only in shades of pink.

FLUSHONOPIA

A condition in which one sees only in shades of red.

PYRONOPIA

A condition in which one sees only in shades of orange.

XANTHONOPIA

A condition in which one sees only in shades of yellow.

VERDENOPIA

A condition in which one sees only in shades of green.

TEANOPIA

A condition in which one sees only in shades of teal.

AQUANOPIA

A condition in which one sees only in shades of blue.

VIOLENOPIA

A condition in which one sees only in shades of violet.

[professorfcknmoriarty]

Hi coming to you bc idk how to write but this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while. Picture body swap pilotcule. Evan in K’s body getting to be the smallest. Jammer in Evan’s body dealing with The Things. Sam in jammers body trying to still move gently through the world. The list goes on.

You have no idea how much I waffled over what setting would make this the most fun.

Something doesn’t feel right, though he’s not entirely sure what it is yet. It’s hard to see, something rather like a thick fog filling the air around him. It clouds his vision and makes it impossible to see his own hands let alone where he’s going.

The first thing he remembers is walking through the fog. Everything before that is vague and unclear, his memories fuzzy. “Guys…?” he asks. There’s something wrong with his voice. Even though he can feel it as it rumbles from his throat, spills from his lips, it’s not him talking.

“K?” a shaky voice calls out through the fog. It’s a masculine voice, one that’s familiar to him.

It takes a moment to remember who K is. “It’s me,” he responds warily.

“Oh, thank god!” Jammer says. “Follow my voice, honey. I think I see a way out.”

Feeling blind and completely discombobulated, Evan follows the sound of Jammer’s voice. He's not sure why Jammer is calling him honey, but he's hardly going to complain. “Who else is here?” he asks. “Is it just us?”

“I haven’t -” he takes another step and the fog clears, revealing a large, muscular man who’s considerably taller than Evan remembers him being. “Oh, thank god,” he says, moving towards Evan with his arms outstretched. “Holy shit, K,” he says. “What do you remember? Do you know what’s going on?”

Feeling frozen in place, Evan stares wide-eyed as he’s embraced by arms that are absolutely massive around him and he’s lifted up off the ground. It’s too shocking to react with anything but a gasp, his hands coming up to paw at Jammer to keep from slipping from the man’s grasp. “Jammer?” he asks.

“What?” Jammer says. “No, it’s Sam, silly.”

Jammer puts him back down and he goes back to staring up. “Uh,” he says. “Are you- are you sure about that?”

Before Jammer can answer, Evan comes charging out of the fog. “Guys,” he cries, stopping to rest his hands on his knees, hanging his head as he struggles to breathe. He hasn’t looked at them. “Something- something’s the matter,” he stammers. “Has anyone seen Ev’?”

“Uh,” Evan says, his heart beating rapidly now. “Jammer?” he asks tentatively, glancing between his friends.

Jammer doesn’t respond, but the other Evan does. “Yeah?” he asks, still not looking at them.

Evan swallows hard and glances between the two of them, mouth open as he struggles to compute what’s happening. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, looking down at his hands. They’re considerably smaller than his own, but still familiar enough to make him narrow his eyes. Flexing one into a fist, he turns his wrist to get a better look at it. On his arm, he can see the sleeve of a red jumpsuit - starkly different from the one he remembers wearing.

“I- I think something’s wrong,” he offers weakly. “I, um. I think I’m in K’s body?”

“What?” Jammer-Evan and Sam-Jammer say at the same time, Jammer-Evan lifting his head.

It’s unsettling to watch his own head rise, to meet his own eyes. They widen in confusion, horror, and no doubt revulsion over realising what’s going on, at seeing himself stand next to Evan-K.

“You -” Jammer-Evan points. “You- no, what?”

“If you’re Evan and not K,” Sam-Jammer says in disbelief, “And he’s Jammer and not Evan, then does that mean -” Sam-Jammer looks at his - her - own hands in shock. “Holy shit,” she murmurs, sounding stunned.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” Sam yells, coming charging out of the fog like she's being chased by something. She skids to a stop almost comically fast several feet away from Evan. “You can’t be me,” she sputters. “If you’re me, then who am I?”

Evan swallows. “You’re in Sam’s body, K,” he says, fairly confident he has everyone sorted properly in his head. It’s not an explanation for why this has happened, nor is it a solution for them, but it’s at least the start of an understanding. “I’m Evan,” he continues, “Sam is in Jammer’s body and Jammer is in mine.”

“What the fuck?” K says, immediately feeling themself up. “Holy shit, I’m so fucking hot, oh my god.”

Sam-Jammer goes red, ducking her head in embarrassment. “I’m not that hot, K,” she mutters.

“Bull-fucking-shit you’re not,” K-Sam counters, not looking up from their exploration of Sam’s generous assets. “Hope you don’t mind,” they chirp belatedly.

“Have- have at it,” Sam-Jammer says.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Jammer-Evan asks Evan.

Blinking at him in confusion, Evan finds himself shifting on his feet. He feels light and more balanced than he can ever remember being, something that he wouldn’t have been been able to properly articulate before this moment. This body - K’s body - is lighter and more limber than his own. There’s something beyond the obvious that feels wrong, but he can’t put his finger on it. “Tell anyone?” he asks.

“That you were injured, man,” Jammer-Evan says. “Like, holy fuck. This body hurts, big guy.”

“Oh,” Evan says. “That makes sense, actually,” he swallows. That’s what’s wrong. It’s not something that’s different, not exactly. It’s something that isn’t there.

“It makes sense?” Sam-Jammer asks. “What makes sense?”

“It’s fine,” Evan tells his friends. “I’m not injured, I promise. That’s just- that’s my body’s normal. Whatever you’re feeling, it’s normal for me.”

“It’s- it’s normal for you,” Jammer-Evan repeats back incredulously, wheezing a little. It must be a shocking difference to go from wherever his own body is at - in peak physical condition, taller now and far more in-tune with his physicality than Evan could ever dream of being - to Evan’s body. “This is normal?” he asks. “You feel like this all the time?”

“Sure,” Evan shrugs. “You get used to it after a while.”

“Jammer,” Sam-Jammer asks, “Would it be weird if I stuck my hand down our pants? I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to have one.”

“Uh,” Jammer-Evan says, “Um, would you mind like, turning around at least?"

“Absolutely!” Sam-Jammer chirps, turning around to presumably feel her body up. “Damn,” she says. “I really want to find somewhere to pee right now.”

Evan laughs lightly, shifting as he’s suddenly drawn to the awareness of what’s also absent from this body. He’s tiny, nothing particularly hurts, and he’s missing his dong. He shifts in place again, enjoying the way it doesn’t shift and rub against his clothes as he does. Of all of them, he has the least reason to feel up this body, since he’s already felt it in every way possible previously. Still, it’s strange to think that a body he’s been inside of in a sexual sense is one he’s inside of now in a literal sense.

“Your body is amazing, Jammer,” Sam-Jammer says, turning back around. She stretches her arms out around her, feeling the span of her arms. “God, I want to do jumping jacks or something. Do you always have this much energy?” She takes a step forward and then another, carefully measuring her movements as she tries to adjust to the body. Her feet come down too hard, making stomping noises as she does that draw a giggle out of K-Sam.

Finally done feeling Sam up, K-Sam says, “Do we know how to fix this?” they ask. “Or are we going to have to like, be in these bodies for a while. Asking for a friend.”

“I have no idea,” Evan admits.

“What about the -” Jammer-Evan starts to ask.

“Yeah,” Evan answers. “That’s part of it.”

“Huh,” Jammer says. “Man, I say this with love, but we have got to get you to like a doctor or something.”

Before Evan can respond, the fog around them clears completely, revealing that they’re standing on an iceberg.

“Well, fuck,” a goat says. “This one’s on me. I definitely fucked this one up. Sorry, Sam.”

The goat stomps his little goat hooves and everything goes black.

“The Qohlye?” K-Sam asks.

“That’s me,” the goat says pleasantly. “Please hold.”

“We’re gonna call this take 3.5,” the goat says no one in particular. “I swear, though, if Sam doesn’t figure this one out…”

[meirimerens]

Jean Clottes (French prehistorian, archeologist and anthropologist) supposes parts of the Cosquer cave's walls have been scraped off the white powder of their rock, so that this powder be used to be made into body paint.

[Abattoir cave herb bride vision so powerful the headach

[willowfey]

u ever wake up from one of the worst nights ever and no matter what the day is like ur just like. wow. glad it’s not last night anymore. i hope i don’t have last night tonight

[dweebpheles]

The more I see and the more I hear, both things I've seen for myself, and heard others talk about. It's really all just stacking up. I try my hardest not to hold hate and anger, but if my Appalachian ass didn't already hate the government before this clusterfuck happened (and believe me, I hate it), I sure as hell will hate 'em now. As an Appalachian myself, I stand in solidarity with any and all Appalachians right now. If anyone tries to come at me with any slander towards this area right now, I swear I'm gonna catch my first assault charge

[ros-sauce]

if my back doesn't stop hurting I'm going to project that on shinonome ena too

[saltyslime]

PVP PARASITES P2: BOW P1 P2 P3 P4 P5

NOTES: - Green coloration is based off of bow civ map color - Spider Crab inspo

[cadaverdoggy]

Mudriding is a sexual experience to Me

[junebugtwin]

is this him? mr.blake.suffering?

[jonsonusa]

Blackheads & Oily Skin, Natural Skincare for Women, Men - Tightens Skin for A Healthier Products Reviews

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[oliviajanson]

New York Biology Dead Sea Mud Mask for Face and Body - Spa Quality Pore Reducer for Acne, Blackheads & Oily Skin Product Reviews.

NEW YORK BIOLOGY THE ULTIMATE COSMECEUTICALS

Brand NEW YORK BIOLOGY THE ULTIMATE COSMECEUTICAL

SItem: Form Cream

Product: Benefits Cleansing

Scent Original

Material Type: Free Alcohol Free, Paraben Free

About this item

BEST HOLIDAY GIFT GUIDE: works for all skin types, including dry, normal, oily, combination and sensitive. This daily acne treatment has been designed to be highly effective yet gentle and is a great gift for the holidays 2024. Note: Do not apply to broken or cracked skin.

MINERAL-INFUSED Clarifying Mud Mask is based on an advanced formula composed of Dead Sea mineral mud, aloe vera, calendula oil, Vitamin E and Jojoba oil that gently purifies and cleans clogged pores.

PURE DEAD SEA MUD helps cleanse the skin and provide a soothing sensation. Rich in minerals, it aids skin renewal, creating a gentle exfoliation effect that removes excess oil, toxins, and dead skin cells for a softer feel and radiant glow.

REDUCES PORES & ABSORBS EXCESS OIL our Spa Quality Mud removes dead skin cells and toxins to reveal fresh, soft skin and is also known to stimulate blood circulation.

OUR DEAD SEA FACIAL MASK is made with high quality ingredients and is alcohol, parabens, sulfates free and Cruelty Free.

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[cakemadeofbacon]

You guys should read rescue, recovery, return by @cherrysushi845 actual PEAK literature

This is what it felt like reading it

[voidmade]