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[janneth-alegre]

Origami textil 💕✏️📐✂️ Origami spiral double folds #trmaster #jannethalegre #trcutting #origamiart #origamitextil #origamispiral #doublefolds #fullbodice #dressform #profesional #manequin https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl3r2wSu9g8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ferinehuntressmoved]

◈　@shimmerbeasts　[ ⋯ ]　unprompted Ask . 　☾ ⸻　"Have we found it yet?!" Wolf was impatient. Lamb could feel it, though she did not know what it was like to be impatient. She could only see it in Wolf's twists and turns as he circled her, jaws opening and closing like he wanted to eat the very air around them. "I am afraid not, my dear Wolf. It hides from us. Which is why we are here." On cloven hooves, Lamb approached the house. It belonged to one Caitlyn Lavender Mizuki of House Kiramman. A valiant and brave woman, yet with ferocity underneath her civil posture. She had long split free from the diplomatic order, which had shackled her and which had summoned them more often than not to swiftly end lives, whose final moments had been grievous and painful. Wolf had raged far more about the murderers than the victims for they hardly fled. He was certain the murderers would flee. Murderers always ran from them. Guilty conscience gave you a heavy heart but much faster legs. Lamb rose her slim hand about to knock before she lingered. "Wolf", Lamb said, "We must make ourselves look more common." Wolf chuckled behind her. "So she may not be frightened?" "So she may not be frightened. Remember. We are not here for her. We are here to locate it." Swiftly, Lamb transformed in her appearance. Her soft, silvery-white wool was replaced with pink skin, long, beautiful velvet robes, a thick fur collar, long purple hair, two horns spouting from her head and Wolf's mask morphed into something more resembling the moon with red highlights. Wolf shrunk in size until he looked far more like an ordinary dog, black pelt and silver muzzle. Even his legs made him seem like he wore silver shoes. Icy blue eyes met Lamb's barely visible behind her mask. Without further ado, Lamb knocked at the office's door.

"Are you serious?" Caitlyn's voice broke out, sitting at her desk as she looked toward the older man. The piltovan was finely dressed, in a white suit with his polished black hair glazed with creams and oils. The man stood pristine as if he owned the office rather than the Kiramman in front of him as she stood up, staring down at him now as she took over the power of her building. Her eyes narrowed, a slight sneer against the edge of her lips as she walked around the desk and sat on the corner of her desk. "You thought I would spy on your daughter?"

"Well, that's what you are here for, aren't you?" His arrogant tone left his lips as he smiled and put down the bag of money on the table. "I'm sure I can provide plenty of gold to convince you. You tell me who she is meeting with, what she is doing, and I can pay you a vast amount of gold," That was enough to set the nerve in the corner of her brow to twitch.

"Let me remind you, my name is Caitlyn. Kiramman, remember," Caitlyn stated firmly and pointed her finger toward him. "The amount of wealth you have is a penny-licking compared to what I own. So your money means nothing to me, and your arrogance doublefold. Perhaps  your tongue would be of better use licking the dirt off my floor than talking to me as if we have something in common,"

Suddenly the noble's eyes glared, and opened his mouth. "you dare tal--,"

"Oh, I dare. I could ruin you in two sentences, and my partner could ruin your face for added measure. So take your money and get out. Now!" Caitlyn grabbed the bag of coins and threw it into his chest as the aristocrat huffed and pocketed his money before walking out. Caitlyn let out a sigh, rolling her eyes as she pushed the chair in. "I bet his daughter is striking out because he's so damn paranoid she might have a girlfriend," Caitlyn half chuckled, hoping the girl continued her rebellious ways against this noble. She picked up the paper, tearing it apart several times before dropping it into a trash can and dusting her hands of the privilege some of the nobles thought they had that they could buy her to do things like this. She had far more important matters to deal with than their arrogance.

Moving over, she finished making her tea and poured it into a cup before hearing another knock on the door. "Oh bloody hell, it better not be that noble coming back to try and convince me more," Caitlyn set the tea down, dusting her hands against her pants as she moved over to open the door. What she spotted wasn't a noble but a young woman with purple hair (or at least feminine features) and a black dog. What stood out the most was the masks upon the two, brilliant red eyes from both that she swore looked not just at her but through her soul. Chills shivered up her spine and she opened up the door, sensing the presence of someone far greater than her own.

"Good afternoon," The pleasant tone left her lips, showing no disrespect as she pulled back the door. "Please, come in," Once the two had entered, Caitlyn shut the door behind them, and walked over toward her desk, waving her hand toward the spare chair for Lamb and settling into her own across from her.

"What can I help you with today?" A sense of awe lingered on Caitlyn's mind, a memory months ago she vividly could not forget. The gnashing of teeth, the tenderness of a voice. The feeling of ethereal essence whirls in the wind before her. She dipped in her chair, pushing the tea to the side with a little wisp of steam from the hot liquid. The aroma of spice and cinnamon filled the air, though Caitlyn's attention fully concentrated on the two masked individuals before her.

Could it be?

[duesternis]

Sky’s kiss - HashiMada

Hashirama’s hands glide wetly over Madara’s naked back, the water pouring over them with no end. Madara pants, spits water to the side and feels like he’s drowning on land. Hashirama moans, tilts his head back into the downpour and rolls his hips into the tight heat of Madara’s body.

After the muggy day the rain finally brings relief. And when Madara claws across Hashirama’s chest and bears down against Hashirama’s thrusts the relief is doublefold. He comes deep inside Madara, swallowing a mouthful of rainwater.

If not for the knowledge he has of his friend, Hashirama would have missed the whimper and sigh in the noise of the storm. “Liked that?”, he asks instead, with a grin, Madara’s voice so sweet to him. “Keep going and I might have something to like in the end,” Madara bites back, face aflush under his hair. The rain weighs it down and Hashirama brushes it away from Madara’s face, pulling him in for a kiss. He swallows Madara’s moans, grabs him by the hips and fucks him with abandon. A sharp cry spills over Madara’s lips and he digs his fingernails into the meat of Hashirama’s shoulders, legs giving out on him.

“I got you,” Hashirama grunts into the wet tangle of Madara’s hair and flips them over, bearing down on his friend. Madara’s legs lock around his hips without delay and Hashirama is pulled flush against his steaming body. “More,” Madara demands with a heavy tongue and Hashirama licks into his mouth and picks up his pace even more. He barely feels the rain on his back over the way Madara digs furrows into his skin. It’s intoxicating.

Madara drags his teeth over Hashirama’s adam’s apple and almost tenderly wipes rainwater from Hashirama’s face. “Fuck, Hashirama, are you gonna come or what?” There is an edge of desperation in Madara’s voice, his thighs shaking left and right of Hashirama’s hips. Hashirama rolls his hips. “Did you come?” Madara scoffs, nods. “When you decided to plow me like a field, yeah.” Madara touches a finger to Hashirama’s stinging shoulder and it comes away tinged pink with diluted blood. “When I did this to you.”

“Shit,” Hashirama clenches his jaw. He didn’t even notice that Madara came. But looking down, between their sweaty, slick bodies, the evidence pooling, washing away at the same time, is clear. “Sorry. Want it inside?” Madara laughs, showing off his teeth, getting rain into his mouth. “Do I want it inside. Of course.”

Hashirama growls playfully and pushes Madara’s legs apart, knees against Madara’s shoulders. “Well, inside is what you get then.” Madara’s face is open, vulnerable, absolutely fucking elated. Hashirama grins down at him and fucks him so hard Madara comes again, down his own chest. The sight of that, the slack mouth, the jumping dick, the spatter of semen on Madara’s pale skin, makes Hashirama come again, too.

They collapse in a heap, the puddles around them splashing, moss saturated with water. “We’re absolutely filthy,�� Madara sighs after a long moment of silence and Hashirama happily rolls in the water. “Like a pig in mud,” Madara adds affectionately, pulling on a fistfull of Hashirama’s hair. He grunts like a pig and digs his nose into the soft side of Madara’s neck. “Your little pig.” “Yeah, sure,” yawns Madara and kisses Hashirama’s wet hair noisily. “Little pig that I’m gonna scrub red in the bath.” “Even between the toes?” “Everywhere.”

Hashirama shudders happily, dick half-rising in anticipation and Madara side-eyes him. The rain clouds overhead thin out slowly, the downpour morphing into a drizzle that tickles the skin. That’s gonna feel nice in the hot springs.

“Downpour” fill for @yearoftheotpevent Since it’s so short you get the whole thing here, ao3 link here for your convenience! Leave a comment <3

[like-it-or-not-i-am-alive]

2 MONTHS ON T

Heeyy! I'm a couple of days late posting this... But hey, I'm here aren't I?

I've had a dosage change from .2mL to .4mL! My testosterone levels are now in lower male ranges.

For me, outward changes are minimal. No changes that are noticeable enough to arouse questions from people out of the loop.

However, my voice is definitely dropping. I've had several people ask if I'm sick. The voice cracks are otherworldly. Heck, I couldn't even go "woo" at a performance I was watching. It just came out as a shrill whistle instead.

That being said, I used the "voice tools" app to see where my ranges are, and for the most part, they're in male range! I've always had a very androgynous voice that, depending on the situation, would go either way. I think that definitely works in my favour. It's still on the high side of male voice tones, but!! I'll take it! I don't want a very deep voice personally.

Singing poses a serious challenge for me, though. Even on days or times when my voice seems the same as pre-T or no voice cracks are present. I can't get to my same usual notes. Which!! Frustrates me but is understandable. I am working on continuing that control with pitch.

I find that singing defaults in my chest now, compared to my head like prior.

I am growing more hair on my body. Especially on my stomach. The places where hair already grew on my face is becoming more plentiful. In most lightings, you can't notice the faint starter stash on my lip, but I see it more. Enough that I shave it to avoid my parents noticing. Honestly, that light mustache is kinda cute!! But I don't really like facial hair for myself.

I have also noticed a change in scent. My natural body odour is definitely less pleasant than before. As well as odour in senstive places being different. For someone who struggles with these kinds of changes, it's been a little rough. My partner insists that I likely smell fine, but I feel less certain.

Something odd that I've noticed is that my sensory issues are increased. I've always had sensory issues with my palms, and now it seems to be doublefold. Super unfortunate. Can't tell if it's the T or not, though.

I will not talk about bottom growth today; just know all is well.

Other than that, there are no more recent updates!

Unless something significant occurs before then, I will likely not update until the four month marker! I will keep you all posted!

Thanks for reading!

[d3yja]

[ alina kovalenko, cis woman, she/her, 1000+ ] we've known [ HEL ] forever now, the deity of [ DEATH ] has been in Novigrad for [ 100+ YEARS, GIVE OR TAKE ]. They're known to be [ MORBID ] and [ INSOUCIANT ]. We find it fascinating that after all these years they [ ARE NEUTRAL ABOUT ] the humans and have been working as a [ PELLAR ]. They often remind us of [ A FACE HALF-HIDDEN BY A DARK VEIL, THE BRIGHT EYES THE ONLY THING TRULY VISIBLE BENEATH ; A HAND AROUND A FINE GOLDEN THREAD, PULLING ; DEATH COMES FOR ALL SOME DAY, AND SHE GREETS YOU WITH COOL EYES AND A SLIGHT SMILE. ]. Our thread has already been woven on what their future is looking like, but we're eager to see them experience it.

tropes ; all are equal in death, no animosity in the afterlife, chess with death, the problem with fighting death (is that you will eventually lose), don't fear the reaper, psychopomp, we all die someday, death and the maiden.

you have always been, in some ways. humanity has always feared death, and you've never understood it. death is no scarier than life. their lives are tawdry things full of illness, injury, betrayal, anger, fear. why would they be more afeared of what comes after? you like to think yourself not CRUEL. the inevitable can never be cruel. you do not fret over the humans plights, but you've never encouraged them, either. NO MATTER WHAT, YOU WILL RECEIEVE THEM IN THE END.

your own kind are as petty and squabbling as the humans, and it forever grates upon you. perhaps it's because should they die, you will see them within your own domain as readily as humanity. maybe they fear you, too. so their lands are scarcely where you spend your time, preferring to either remain in your realm or among the humans that would flee in terror doublefold if they knew who you were ; first because you are a god, second because you are death. they cannot see truths the way you can, though, and they do not see through the disguise you wear.

the disguise is that of a pellarwoman on the outskirts of novigrad. you move, sometimes, so they don't become overly suspicious - - - when you return it's with a story of coming back to take the place of a grandmother, or a great-grandmother, or an aunt who once was a pellarwoman here as well. you sell herbal remedies and offer wisdom derived from bone-throwing. if you become bored you leave. when you become bored elsewhere you return. there has always been a young pellarwoman just outside novigrad. there likely always will be.

when murmurs of wanting war between gods and humans found you, you shrugged your shoulders and carried on with your day, tending the garden outside your human home and not letting it worry you. there is always some war. perhaps that's CALLOUS of you. there's always a war, even when there isn't one declared. there are always scores of the dead passing through the gates to your home. what is another war? what are more dead humans and more dead gods to you, when you will keep them someday besides?

wanted connections are ; mortals who are a little onto her, mortals who come to her for aid and guidance as a pellar, gods who do not like that hel is neutral / that she is indifferent, gods who are also neutral, gods trying to sway her to one side or the other - having death on your side can never be a bad thing, a romance with someone who makes her reconsider her worldview, enemies, good friends.

[thecraftybear]

There's one person in the Batfam who remains vulnerable to all sorts of joking accusations like this: Tim. Literally the only card he has is the most useless in the Batfam. He's an orphan, but otherwise he's rich, white and abled.

Dick may be a cop, which almost made him cry when Duke played the black card first, but he's also Roma, so by the second time he just rolled his eyes.

She might be in good shape at the moment, but Barbara's disability is only kept at bay by advanced medical technology which may fail at any point.

Jason was raised in poverty, already traumatized by rough childhood before meeting Batman, and despite being used so often his "I literally got maimed and blown up by the Joker" still works sometimes.

Cassandra is Asian, disabled (no matter how well she handles her partial mutism) and raised in horrible conditions.

Stephanie was raised by a career criminal and his enabler, and the latter just *bailed* on her when the going got tough.

Damian is a POC, raised to be a mass murderer, died at an even earlier age than Jason (btw mothers are pretty terrible in the DC comics verse).

Don't get me started on the Extended Batfam. Basically the only people nearly as privileged as Tim and Bruce are the Fox boys, they can't even pull the race card efficiently because their socioeconomic circumstances somewhat alleviate it.

Duke's race card really wears thin really fast and becomes a family joke more than anything... But it's still somewhat effective against some criminals.

Tim's relief when he had a bi realization was doublefold... until Steph told him "Babe, when you're this rich and influential nobody gives a damn if you like guys. Also, you like golf, that evens you out to straight in the grossest possible way."

===

The villain who got hit with Duke's race card first was the Joker - he's literally so white, if he was any more, he'd have to start glowing. It was enough to make Joker stop rambling, drop the crowbar, sit down next to Duke and solemnly say "Dukie boy, I'm an equal opportunity monster. I'm not trying to kill you because of your skin color. I'm trying to kill you for three reasons: you're a human, a Gothamite and a Bat. As far as I'm concerned, you're canary yellow and you have a screwed up sleep cycle. Now hold still while I shoot you". Which was enough for Duke to catch his breath and knock him out.

Headcanon that when Duke becomes comfortable with the family he instantly starts pulling the Black Card to win an argument.

The first time it happens is when Batman asks him to stay late in the cave to go over some reports but Duke is tired Damnit and B isn't listening to his protests so he pulls his best sad face and asks "Is it because I'm Black?" When Bruce says that Duke can't ask his siblings to cover for him. Cue the biggest panic that any of them have seen in a long time as Batman switches to Bruce and starts assuring him and telling Duke to go relax.

From there Duke has realised he's gotten a get out of jail free card that he uses carefully (Re: to get out of a gala early, to get his favourite food for dinner a couple of times.)

Using it on his siblings only works once or twice before they start on the orphan card that rarely works as they're all orphaned one way or another.

One time he used it on a villain and they almost instantly stopped beating him up to protest the accused racism.

[candacehughes]

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[heathengentleman]

Hey mama, when you leave Don't leave a thing behind I don't want nothin' Can't use nothin' Take care into the hall And if you see my friends Tell them I'm fine Not using nothin' Almost burned out my eyes Threw my ears down to the floor I didn't see nothin' I didn't hear nothin' I stood there like a block of stone Knowin' all I had to know And nothin' more Man, that's nothin' As brothers our troubles are Locked in each others arms And you better pray That they never find you 'Cause your back ain't strong enough For burdens doublefold They'd crush you down Down into nothin' Being born is going blind And bowing down a thousand times To echoes strung On pure temptation Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things And the only words That are worth rememberin'

[cacaitos]

like zankyou (spoilers, i guess), the like textual unanbiguous trans woman is just a woman that wants to scape the yakuza she's been tied and abused by and if our mc guy with a gun is the chance to do so then so be it lol. while the mc is someone moving aimlessly through life the girl wants to leave to the city and in the way they end up caring for her sister's child, that she actually wants to parent despite the dire circumstances. and despite mc insisting his detachment for either of them, when the girl gets killed before getting to the city, in a way he comes to somewhat carry her cross so to speak: living in the city, taking care of the child almost like a single mother and basically living the life of a trans woman himself ((cause he doesnt correct anyone of the contrary, doesnt seem to care to, either) also he looks quite similar to her)), in the project to kill the yakuza in her stead. so in the end it's a doublefold between gaining an objective and purpuse of his? own while basically keeping her alive figuratively and achieving their goals even to the cost of death, but also tangentially continuing the cycle of violence through their pseudo son (bc it's a bitter/sweet? end)

like zankyou isnt like all that deep and this is only what pertains the trans reading/elements of the story cuz theres a lot of other bs going on on that manga that i dont got idea what theyre for but alas. however continuing from the above paragraph, on a less congratulatory note, the character the mc stays with when going to the city, the 'mama' type character that gives him a job and basically 'trains him im womanly charms'/passing, in contrast to the initial girl and the could-pass-for-a-woman mc, gets painted more closer to negative transmisogynistic traits in design and personality, that are very much a downer from what the author had been doing so far...

see the thing of trans characters on seinen it's that it's a high risk investment bc while yes the results can be very varied and already riding on seinen/shonen storytelling strengths the thing is that since they dont even bother to be like decent or good people even on unrelated matters lol they will also will Nawt gaf about dropping the most aggressive transphobia of the two so like. check if you're good at math.

[janneth-alegre]

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[heavybloodline]

the song ‘nothin’’ is about drug use but i think about old john and it always faintly plays in the bg

[garbage86]

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[informational-king]

Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 3, Galaxy Z Flip 3 and 'double-folding' phones have tried to launch this year

Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 3, Galaxy Z Flip 3 and ‘double-folding’ phones have tried to launch this year

Samsung launches two flagship smartphone series every year, the Galaxy S and the Galaxy Note. This year, however, Samsung has decided to drop the Galaxy Note series. Instead, the brand is placing too many bets on foldable smartphones. Now, according to New report from Nikkei Asia, Samsung is working on three new foldable smartphones, the Galaxy Z Fold 3, the Galaxy Z Flip 3 and a ‘double-folding’…

[janneth-alegre]

Origami Spiral double folds. Origami Sleeve. Manga Origami. Técnica de Origami aplicada en una interesante manga. 🌪 El molde final fue de una sola pieza! 💕✏️📐✂️✂️✂️ #origami #origamimanga #mangaorigami #origamisleeve #spiral #folds #doublefolds #trtechnique #drapingsleeve #dressform #arm #pattern #patternmaking #patternmaker #trmaster #origamimaster #jannethalegre #elatelierdelamoda #trcuttingschoolperu #shingosato #sensei #lovepatternmaking https://www.instagram.com/p/Cagi7CXOeMD/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[bea-lele-carmen]

Hey mama, when you leave Don't leave a thing behind I don't want nothin' Can't use nothin'

Take care into the hall And if you see my friends Tell them I'm fine Not using nothin'

Almost burned out my eyes Threw my ears down to the floor I didn't see nothin' I didn't hear nothin'

I stood there like a block of stone Knowin' all I had to know And nothin' more Man, that's nothin'

As brothers our troubles are Locked in each others arms And you better pray That they never find you

'Cause your back ain't strong enough For burdens doublefold They'd crush you down Down into nothin'

Being born is going blind And bowing down a thousand times To echoes strung On pure temptation

Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things And the only words That are worth rememberin'