#irregular dice

[mintjeru]

originally i was planning on doing a color wheel challenge for my oshis but i realized that the image color distribution was very unbalanced 💜🩷

open for better quality | no reposts

[utaitemusic]

人マニア / いれいす【歌ってみた】

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I'm packing all my belongings in preparation for a big move next week, and I stumbled upon my dice collection. Here are my standard and irregular purples from 4 to 21

The 13-siders are my favorite. I bought one of every color they had in stock at the time

Once I settle into my new apartment I need to find a good way to display my collection so it doesn't wind up in a plastic bag buried in a box under my bed all year.

[peoniibud]

you ever start doing something to match ur favs but it actually becomes a habit

yea yusuke got me addicted to monster again

[probablybadrpgideas]

On top of the standard set, I bought irregular dice numbered 5 through 21

I've always thought about using the d11 as part of a Spinal Tap game, but I couldn't think of a good mechanic to go with it

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[notroosterbradshaw]

dying to know how reader reacted to finding out she was pregnant in the boyfriend experience uni 😫 likeeee ik she wasn’t ready for kids in uncle brooster but bradley was so were there mixed feelings abt it? especially since there was no telling when he’d be deployed again

Hi nonny, I don’t know where you are in the cosmos. But this is for you x

A/N I forgot I had this. I don't have the time this close to Xmas/at all to proof/improve so for those of you still in the TGM, I hope you enjoy and merry merry, happy happy xx

“Roll the dice,” you reiterate to Bradley. “If we get pregnant, great. If we don’t…”

“It’s you and me and we are great with that,” Bradley answered, the faintest glint of hope in his shining honey eyes.

You knew he was on Team Baby. He wasn't pressing it; he couldn’t. That wasn’t fair to you… to him or anyone else. You’d said your piece well before you got engaged, and well before today.

The day you married him.

But in the back of the afterglow of lovemaking as husband and wife, you’d told him you’d go off birth control after your honeymoon if he still wanted to try for a baby. You didn’t want it to be immediate, you wanted to enjoy being married and the fun that came with it. And Bradley agreed. You didn’t want to be thinking about periods and not drinking and having the time of your lives. Bradley was busier with work now than ever before, and with the work extensions complete, new staffing, and more small business to take care of, even though you were together every night? You were still doing your own things, barely getting into bed at the same time.

Thing was, you were only hoping to be a newlywed once - marriage wasn't as big a thing for you as it was for Bradley. And even babies. You loved your niece and nephew and Uncle Brooster was fantastic with them - it always left a pang in your heart that he would be such a good father. But even he admitted he wouldn't have the first idea of how to do it since his dad wasn't around when he was growing up and Maverick wasn't exactly an example of patriarchal learning.

You didn’t want to add the stress of calculating ovulation even if an app would do it for you, the disappointment of periods coming… you just wanted to have fun fucking, and pleasing each other as you moved into the next phase of your lives. The stress Annie went through and the lengths she was going to with IVF therapies - overwhelming hormones, nausea, mood swings, sore boobs, abdominal discomfort. God, when you had a difficult period, you could assume similarly but as Annie went through her treatments, at a fairly young age, it was eye-opening at best.

You remembered one sentence so vividly that it scared you to your bones, “When your biological clock starts… it’s all that your brain hears. You can’t undo it and it messes with your head.”

See? Terrifying. Fair for all involved.

But when your period was late after about two periods since going off birth control, you kind of hoped it was the drama of irregular periods and what it brought. It was why you went on the pill in the first place in your teens.

But there was something different as you channel surfed and Bradley cooked in the (motherfucking, finally renovated) kitchen. A strange cramping in your tummy. Not unbearable, but noticeable as you pressed against the pulsating pressure and made a face. Sighing, you unfolded yourself from the couch and moved to your handsome husband. You tenderly kissed between his shoulder blades and he gave an over the top shudder, as you giggled into his skin. He put his utensil down and turned to you, holding your chin in his calloused bug hand and giving you a quick peck before you quietly excused yourself, but not yet willing to admit to him it was to do a pregnancy test. And you weren’t entirely surprised when it revealed you were 1-2 weeks pregnant. And you weren’t entirely surprised when you showed him the positive pregnancy test after dinner that still certainly said PREGNANT in fat, bold letters.

“It tells you how many weeks?” Bradley was astonished, his eyes glued to the digital reading before him.

“Clever, huh?” you said quietly. Bradley’s honey eyes flicked to regard you. Unreadable at best, erring on the side of too quiet. Reserved, but not disappointed, he had trouble reading you sometimes, and this was one he'd need you to talk through. He needed to know exactly what was going on through your head.

“You good?” he asked softly, grasping the test in his strong palm. It was so small but it held his world in his grip. He put the test down to caress your jaw, forcing your gaze to him. “Love…” his fingers light as they sunk into the hair at the nape of your neck. “My sweet girl,” he called to you.

“I think I am. It’s just… quick," you surrender, falling into his sound touch.

“It is quick,” Bradley agreed, kissing your hair. “Is it too quick?”

“Maybe…” you admitted as he pressed a kiss into your temple and wrapped his strong arms around you. He felt too warm and he protected you without question, you really couldn’t imagine life without him right there.

“If it’s too soon, that’s okay," he said softly.

“I saw how hard it was for Annie and just expected we’d be on our own a bit longer. Genetics and shit."

He bit back his smile and your inadvertent joke, or necessary sarcasm. Bradley hummed. “I think your genetics are pretty fine, if you ask me.”

Eyes rolling in corny, you muttered his name as a warning that jokes were unnecessary at this time.

“Okay, okay,” he answered, palms up, teasing off. He knew you were withholding and he knew he was holding everything back in his body not to go over the top with the excitement bubbling in his entire being. “Love, is this what you want? If you're not ready - if you have changed your mind - ”

I just need some time,” you admitted, cutting him off. “Just to get used to…” your voice trailed.

Bradley nodded. He in no way felt like it was his place to speak and as the facial one between the pair of you? Well. So he just continued to hold you and whisper that whatever you decided was okay, and he would support you with anything you decided, a lot or not he wasn’t sure. He thought you were on the same page. He thought you both wanted this -

Like you, his insides were much and could feel himself lightheaded. He grounded himself and carefully reminded himself this wasn’t about him for now. It was getting your beautifully convoluted brain and heart to the same place his was:

Ready.

“What if this is our only chance?” You asked quietly. “What if - “ you shut your mouth and the guilt of situation started to overwhelm you. Bradley only hummed, still choosing to remain mute. “Would you hate me?”

He remained reflective a moment, choosing his words carefully his best option.

“No, love. But I would never live with myself if I forced you to do something you weren’t ready for. Come,” he took your hands and led you to the bedroom. He helped you take off your clothes, his large palm resting gently over your abdomen for just a second longer than he should have and it didn’t go unnoticed by you.

His baby in your protective, strong body.

He pulled back the duvet and patted your pillow as you snuck under the cold sheets, thinking maybe you could sleep a year. He climbed in after you, the warm skin of his chest against your back under the slowly spinning ceiling fan. His fingertips traced your hip, slowly drawing his name on your skin. "If you don't want to do this, it's okay.”

There was your voice of reason.

“But it's still something you'll need to consider pretty quick..."

Always offering you both sides.

It was silent a while and while Bradley’s excitement was guarded carefully, even he knew this conversation was not the light and excited one he thought you’d share instead.

"I want this," you were able to say, but it was easier with him not boring his eyes into yours. He kissed your shoulder and nuzzled the nape of your neck.

"I love you," he said so softly you almost didn't hear him. "I won't let you do this alone."

The fateful night you told your family and the Dagger Squad was when it really started to feel real. Your pregnancy to that point has been pretty good. You only turned green as food cooked around you so it was easy to excuse yourself and the extreme exhaustion that overwhelmed you the first trimester slinked away entering the second. You weren’t horribly unwell but things were definitely changing within you.

Boobs sore and off limits to Bradley even though he’d playfully volunteered his palms but your personal support system. It went about as well as expected.

“Just ginger ale tonight?” Bob smiled a while later. You’d been chatting quietly together while Bradley’s squad played pool and generally one-upped each other around you.

“What do you mean?” God, you hated lying to such a delight as Bob. He was so sweet, and although Bradley had alluded to his well-guarded playboy-like ways, he was always darling to you.

“I have four sisters,” he sipped his water. “She pretended she was drinking bourbon and ginger ale to throw everyone off the scent she was…” he chuckled quietly and you’d be damned if you’d figured him out. “It’s okay,” he said quickly. “I understand if you’re just not drinking tonight.”

And while your family was aware of your news, Bradley had sworn not to tell his friends just yet. You weren’t ready to be looked in on 24/7 by overzealous Navy pilots.

“Nearly four months,” you said quietly.

“Phoenix guessed a little less,” he winked. “I won’t tell, but I’m very happy for you both. This baby will be so loved. Or smothered,” he shrugged playfully. “One of the two.”

“Bob?”

“Yes, ma’am?” He responded as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“This is how you do it, isn’t it?”

“Do what?” He played dumb.

“Find women. Because you watch and listen.” And suddenly it all made such sense as he blushed, toying with his glass.

“I can’t reveal all my trade secrets, but showing a little interest helps,” he admitted.

“I wanna know all your tricks. You’re absolutely fascinating to me.”

And for the first time, you heard Bob Floyd cackle as he nodded. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but that’s never gonna happen.”

"You're getting deployed?" you look at Bradley, eyes wild, six months of baby belly between you. His head fell back.

"I know."

"You know?" you screeched, spoiled for months of your husband home and he finds himself deployed as you enter your final trimester. "Bradley, you'll be away for the birth of your daughter."

"I know..." he said a little meeker. He was sick about this conversation. Sick.

"Did you not put in the leave paperwork?"

"Of course I did. Baby, this classification is my first real role as team leader. As command.”

"Who's going with you?"

"Payback, Fanboy," he confirmed softly.

“Will you be home for Christmas?”

He nodded. “Yes,” he stepped towards you, his large palms sinking into the round belly under his grasp, tickling the stretching skin. You sighed and collapsed into his hold. “Even if I have to jump overboard and swim back myself, I will be here for Christmas. I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m just scared. The birth is one thing… but I can’t raise a baby in my own,” you said, the fear in your evident.

“And I’d never let you,” he whispered into your hair.

"If you see one ounce of action, I swear to you, don't dare come home."

He nodded. Dear God, he knew. The most danger Bradley Bradshaw had ever been in was at this moment. And as his baby girl kicked him from her little cocoon in retaliation for making her Mama wild, he knew that nothing g else mattered anymore and that someway, somehow he was going to find a way to be home for his girls.

masterlist.

[myrtles-and-blood]

How do I communicate with my deities?

🔮 Not a professional guide 🔮

Feel free to correct any mistakes if you know more

❗Last edit: 7 Dec 2024 ❗

ʚ Why use more than one method? ɞ ꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷

I think it's important to have more than just one method of divination to communicate with a spirit/deity and/or to seek an answer for a situation in spirituality. This can add information to the previous divination method, or confirm/deny the previous answer, and from there work for the clearest answer you can get.

ʚ Answers that don't make sense ɞ ꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷

The fact that the second answer denies the first one doesn't mean the first one is wrong, nor the second one is correct, or vice versa. If there are contradictory, things that don't make much sense in the answers or something feels off, I recommend looking for things that might be interfering with the process.

Any external factors: an air current in case of scrying or pendulum/irregular surface in case of dice or coin, etc.

Any internal factors: Being tired, in a bad mood, anxious, or just not being grounded. This can interfere in the interpretation, the way you ask questions, the way you execute the divination method, etc.

Not communicating with who you actually want to communicate with: Maybe a trickster (some people believe in them, some don't), maybe you accidentally contacted the wrong spirit, depends.

The spirit is not there: this is personal experience, don't take this as absolute truth. Sometimes I feel like their energy around me is not really strong and the answers are not clear, so I feel like they're not there and therefore they're not answering me.

The divination tools haven't been cleansed: I don't cleanse them all the time, but often enough to be sure.

I might edit these with more

I want to take a moment to remember that we first must think about the physical and why something might be happening. If after reflecting on why this could be happening in our environment there's not really a reason for it or it's happening in an unusual way, we could start thinking about a spiritual reason. (Regarding signs from any spirit, divination or the spiritual in general)

ʚImportant thing before divination ɞ꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷

Check for external factors that might interfere.

Cleanse your tools.

Check on yourself and your mental state, be grounded and calm, there's no rush. Take a moment to breathe and feel your body and environment.

Use some kind of protection, to be sure something that's not invited is getting in your space.

ʚ Methods that I use ɞ ꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷

Pendulum: I use a necklace with a quartz pendant using this.

[↕️]: Yes.

[↔️]: No.

[Still or really soft movement]: Not sure/still thinking/the answer is not set in stone.

Dice: Any dice works for this

[Odd]: No.

[Even]: Yes.

Poker cards: This can work if you don't have a tarot deck yet, or just want to try something else. There are some cards missing but what can you do, it works pretty nice.

[♥️]: Cups.

[♦️]: Pentacles.

[♣️]: Wands.

[♠️]: Swords.

[J]: Knight.

[Q]: Queen.

I'm still learning more on each divination method every day, and I really recommend researching constantly to learn more about your tools and different ways of interpretation! This is not much, but it's a good way to start.

[K]: King.

Tarot cards: The usual. I personally take reversed cards and sometimes when they land horizontally I take it as a middle ground between the two meanings. Take whatever meanings you feel like taking: your deck, your divination, your rules!

[deepinsideyourbeing]

hola reina vengo con un pedido q puede interesar a las enzo girlies… en varias ocasiones el ha hablado sobre respiración, en la actuación, cuando corre, fuma etc y yo lo quiero llevar hacia donde ya sabemos jajsj breath play kink con enzo ?

Kinktober, Día 19: Breath Play

-¿Cómo te sentís?- pregunta Enzo mientras juega con tu clítoris. Su otra mano descansa sobre tu pecho, subiendo y bajando con tu respiración, que es nada más que un reflejo de la suya-. Lento y profundo, ¿sí? Seguime a mí.

-Sí.

Intentaba reducir tus niveles de estrés. Eso fue lo que él dijo, como tantas otras veces, porque siempre quiere ayudarte empleando alguna de las técnicas que domina. No tenías motivo para rechazarlo cuando ofrecía cuidarte y mimarte.

Tampoco tenías idea de que el clásico ejercicio de respiración se convertiría en esto... Aunque no te vas a quejar de sus métodos.

Tu gemido interrumpe la quietud de la habitación. Él emite un sonido de desaprobación cuando ve la forma en que respirás de manera irregular (por milésima vez) y masajea el valle de tu pecho con movimientos circulares, procurando robarse tu atención con sus caricias, ignorando tus pechos y tus pezones erectos.

El contacto de tu espalda con su pecho desnudo, caliente y firme es reconfortante. Es un lugar de seguridad y tranquilidad. Intentas seguir el ritmo experto (sereno, seguro de sí mismo, en calma) que él impone, pero es difícil con su mano entre tus piernas y su erección palpitando con fuerza contra tu espalda baja.

Enzo lo sabe mucho antes de escucharte balbuceando. Puede ver tu piel erizándose, la tensión en tus músculos, la bocanada de aire que tomás y el temblor de tus labios cuando exhalás. Detiene sus movimientos y te quejás, prácticamente llorando, tu mano sujetando su muñeca para que no deje de tocarte.

-Ya sé, bebé, ya sé- besa tu cabello-. Es la última vez, ¿sí?

-Dijiste lo mismo antes.

-Te prometo que esta es la última vez- susurra-. ¿Confiás en mí?

Ciegamente, querés decirle. En su lugar hacés un enérgico gesto de afirmación con la cabeza.

-Con palabras- te recuerda con voz dulce pero estricta.

-Confío en vos.

Sentís su sonrisa y luego el reptar de su mano desde tu pecho hasta tu cuello. Su palma es cálida y sus largos dedos te abrazan como una gargantilla hecha especialmente para vos: no ejerce presión, todavía no, sólo quiere recordarte sus intenciones.

-Se va a sentir muy bien- promete-. ¿Querés eso, princesa?

-Sí.

Lleva sus dedos hacia tu entrada, terriblemente húmeda y desesperada, rodeándola lentamente antes de introducir dos dígitos y distraerte del ardor dibujando círculos sobre tu clítoris con su pulgar. Cuando gemís, moviéndote y haciendo un poco más difícil su tarea, no te lo reprocha; sólo sentís cómo los dedos en tu cuello comienzan a cerrarse.

Es una promesa.

-Mirá cómo estás- dice con tono condescendiente. No comprendés hasta que golpea con más fuerza tu interior y podés escuchar el sonido producido por tu humedad y sentir cómo tus músculos reaccionan por el placer, succionando sus dedos.

Intentás responder pero las palabras mueren. Puede que en tu garganta, puede que en tu mente -cuyos contornos comienzan a desdibujarse-, no hay forma de estar segura. El lejano sonido de su voz, sus burlas, sus promesas, todo parece propio de un extraño sueño febril.

Excepto por el placer en tu centro y tus latidos.

Cuando tirás de las sábanas Enzo no puede evitar preguntarse qué lo excita más: vos o la confianza que le tenés como para permitirle esto. ¿Dejarías que continúe luego de tu orgasmo? ¿Permitirías que siguiera hasta que pierdas el conocimiento? Sabe que sí. Intenta no dejarse ir sólo imaginándolo y procura centrar su atención en vos.

-Enzo- gemís con un hilo de voz. Cuando intentás llevar una mano a su muñeca tu brazo cae a medio camino y tu espalda, que se arqueaba en un ángulo encantador, impacta contra su cuerpo nuevamente. Una serie de palabras inconexas y rotas sigue, dejando tus labios como un suspiro, pero él las ignora.

No estás segura de qué es lo que te empuja hacia tu clímax, ¿son su mano en tu cuello o sus dedos abusando de tu punto dulce? ¿Es su pulgar presionando sobre tu clítoris o la presión que juega con el flujo de oxígeno hacia tu cerebro? Da igual.

Gritas en silencio, sin comprender cómo es posible no sentir las extremidades cuando jurás que podés sentir placer hasta en la última terminación nerviosa de tu cuerpo, con los dedos de tus pies flexionados -con tanta fuerza como para generar dolor del bueno- y tus uñas clavándose en su brazo repleto de venas.

-Así, bebé, sí- repite con voz ronca cerca de tu oído-. Muy bien...

Cuando por fin recuperás la cordura y el control sobre tus sentidos, lo primero que distinguís es la manera en que su respiración y la tuya están sincronizadas, su mano otra vez ocupando tu pecho para ayudarte a mantener el ritmo.

-¿Cómo estuvo?- besa tu mejilla-. ¿Cómo estás?

-Muy bien... Muy bien.

-¿Segura?

-Segura.

Toma una respiración profunda y lo imitás.

-¿Puedo yo?- preguntás tímidamente. Cuando permanece en silencio, estático, volteás (temblando, con el cuerpo como el de una muñeca de trapo, con una extraña sensación etérea) para poder verlo directamente a los ojos.

-¿De qué hablás?- pregunta mientras te ofrece sus manos como apoyo. Vos rechazás la oferta.

Lentamente, sin romper el contacto visual, llevás tus manos hacia su cuello. Un movimiento involuntario de su cuerpo, fugaz pero lo suficiente evidente para vos, confirma tus sospechas.

Tiene las pupilas dilatadas como nunca antes.

-Por favor- suplica.

[gobs-o-dice]

Dice Set #353: Grey-White Irregular

(This set marks the first batch of photos I took with my new phone's camera. So, I played around with things a little bit)

(For comparison, I also took the same photos [as close as I could, anyway] with my old phone to see if there was any appreciable difference. I mean, other than the fact that I hadn't really figured out the aspect ratio settings stuff yet. The widescreen shots below are from my old phone)

[naradivision]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

Happy Halloween, everybody! Make sure to be safe and sound going around getting tricks or treats and enjoys the ambiance of fantastic fall! Before it’s soon going to have such an exciting event in November, as a special decorum for this very spooky event that I miss specifically for my team last year, here’re some Halloween performances from the Division of Nara!

“…Honestly, are we really obligated to do this kind of thing on Halloween?” “Absolutely! We’ve already missed to join in the fun last Halloween, you remember? So, this time why don’t we grab this chance to show what our division has made of?!” “That’s right! Think of it as some special serenade for our lovely supporters, Saigo-san. And this is ANGE’s first Halloween! Wouldn’t it be so unfair for her if we don’t let her make some scene with us too?” “Hooray~ (≧ヮ≦) 💕 Is ANGE gonna get involved with everyone this time!?” “Of course, why not? You’re now part of our team —Well then, shall we start…?”

Welcome To Da House!

Performed By House of Miraitabi :

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Asahi “SWEET-T” Tomoharu

Saigo “Tsukumogami” Fuyugami

ANGE

Real Title: Place to be Original: IRREGULAR DICE ft. FAKE TYPE

Happy Halloween ★

Performed By Nara’s Golden Trio:

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Asahi “SWEET-T” Tomoharu

ANGE

Covered by: Naraka, Saegusa Akina, Fuwa Minato

Original by: Junky ft. Kagamine Rin

Re: Bling-Bang-Bang-Born

Performed By Nara’s Golden Trio:

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Asahi “SWEET-T” Tomoharu

ANGE

Covered by: Meloco Kyoran, Shu Yamino, Sonny Brisko Original by: Creepy Nuts

E-Y-E

Performed By Miraitabi DeathEaters:

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Asahi “SWEET-T” Tomoharu

Saigo “Tsukumogami” Fuyugami

Covered by: Araki, nqrse, Meychan Original by: Kanaria ft. GUMI

Happy Halloween! 🎃

[utaitemusic]

【神世代の6人が】神っぽいな Original Arrange ver. / いれいす【歌ってみた】

[skelekins]

Jewel - Swapfell Facet Papyrus

Reposting from SkelekinsOld. I've been wanting to talk about him and his bro for a bit. Fun Fact: before Moss & Mycelum I was going to have my first fic star Jewel (and may still do that one).

I don't have his bro done but Im going to post up his first concepts.

Quick Info:

LVL causes monsters to grow in his home. Jewel's refusal to hurt others resulted in him being extremely small compared to other monsters.

Him and his brother have a close relationship with Muffet referring to her as Big Sis. This relationship extends to Muffet's spiders who Jewel enjoys hanging out with since a lot of them are also unleveled.

Doesn't use magic attacks. Instead sets traps which is easier for him to do. Attack magic is physically painful for him. He gets around using blue-attacks with the notion that he is not trying to cause harm but instead stop his opponent so he can flee.

Right socket will bleed purple with magic use (even slight). Has a stained silk handkerchief gifted from Muffet to clean up.

Plays a kazoo like a troll

Due to stunted growth his magic is irregular, especially if he uses it. Crushed green magic helps him regulate it without his body tearing itself apart. He bonds with his bro through rolling his weekly supply.

All fire in the underground is controlled by Grillby (Magby). Lighters are too expensive so he uses Firefly Matches.

He's never been farther than Waterfall (general story takes place before Final Child. By time of Final Child he would be Judge and have met the Queen.)

Collared by his brother - Collar is multifunctional. Its locked with a jewel crafted directly from brother's magic. The collar allows his brother to maintain a perimeter of surveillance around Papyrus to keep him safe. Others can feel if they enter the "danger zone." If Papyrus needs him Sans can access Papyrus' shortcuts through the collar to shortcut to him. Sans cannot shortcut on his own.

Papyrus' is skilled with shortcuts. Its not uncommon for him to make many quick shortcuts in a panic or to scout distances. Panic would see him shortcuttng around a room/area like a bouncy ball to search for an escape. He still has to either see or know where he’s going -> so the mini shortcuts can help him to pre-scout and also scale things like trees. Watching him is probabaly aimiliar to seeing a skipping stone.

Their underground lacks in precious metals resulting in use of crystal instead. As a nod to Cash/Money; Jewels is named after their worlds currency - jewels. (I imagine gems shaped like different sided dice with a hole in the center to hang on a string. The different shapes would help those who can't see).

Jewel is inspired by KH_Swapfell and Cash/Money

[n0tgabriel]

definitivamente los ambientes boscosos no son lo suyo, demasiada vegetación que le provoca muchísima alergia (ojos rojos y nariz congestionada). cree avanzar por el terreno con precaución, pero no  suficientemente pues las ramas parecen atravesársele en el camino lo que provoca que acabe tropezando con alguna. el terreno irregular lo lleva a deslizarse por pendiente natural pero nada duele más que la humillación pública. la rapidez con la que se incorpora es para comprobar que nadie ha visto la caída pero ya no tiene tanta suerte. “si dices algo yo mismo me encargo de que despiertes en el río” menciona revisándose las palmas y rodillas que empiezan a escocer. 

[mrpresidentihaveyourtits]

Things I enjoyed seeing the most at Pompeii :)))

Dice :) they just look so perfect i wanna crunch them. also so similar to modern dice???? i mean idk how they'd change but

Crusty bread :) i just love the bread. i tried making roman bread at a classics conference workshop a few years ago but it didn't turn out so good.... i saw plushies of these crisp bread a while ago and want one so bad....

Caecillus's house!!!! :) i mean how iconic right.... caecillius est in horto,,,,, ya feel me the dog mosaic is very nice. cerberus my beloved

this fresco was a part of a set around the room, i just like this one the most. i know nothing about it nor do i remember what house i found it in

this mosaic flooring i just thought was so intricate and beautiful. what a nice pattern with perfect irregularity in the stones

the lararium is just such an interesting aspect of roman life to me and this one was so pretty. i wish i could see it decorated with little figures and such as it should be

this is a mirror!!? how neat?? in the house of the golden angels i believe. it was right next to the door out to the street. i had no idea that built in wall mirrors were a thing

and lastly, the shops. there were so many taberna around and with the counters in the such good condition. what a wild look into the past we can get.

[eyes-inthe-dark]

Hi Hello I actually make things sometimes

I don't know if anyone who follows me is interested in this stuff bc I very rarely post things from my own life, but I decided to be a little more active on here besides reblogging funny shit regarding my current hyperfixation.

So, here is the (incomplete) crafting diary of a neurodivergent trans person surviving christmas with the family and the dark and dreadful times (winter) in general by making shit! with my hands!

First: fiber stuff

I picked up tablet weaving over the last few months of 2023 and made my first pair of somewhat mistake-free shoelaces over the holidays! Only got the pattern completely right on the second try with the red but both laces now get to add a fun little detail to my shoes.

Next I tried a more complicated pattern and experimented a lot, hence the irregular pattern and troubleshooting at the start of the band. I'm now repurposing it as a camera strap and I learned a lot from it tho.

My current setup is basic cardboard tablets (I had to make extra ones so I had enough for the last band with 30 cards), tying the warp to something sturdy like a bookshelf, and sitting down with a backstrap belt on the other side of the room. I used thin wool yarn for this, which stuck to itself quite a lot, but not too much to be unmanagable, and I really like how the finished product feels.

If anyone's interested, I could make a longer post on how I made the shoelaces, I think it's a very beginner friendly project.

I managed to get my hands on a drop spindle and gave that a try, but I ran out of wool after making a very small amount of very chunky yarn and am currently working out where to best get sth local. It was fun tho!

I also finally finished the knitted scarf that has been in my wip pile for... approximately three years? I started it when I was still in school, feels like an eternity ago. It's just a simple (although very long) red wool scarf, but it keeps me nice and warm in this cold, harsh- *checks weather* ...5°C and neverending rain.

Next up: woodworking!

Noodled around with my grandpa's old dremel that we still had lying around, which resulted in this truly terrifying weapon:

Behold! I named it Toothling. It's great for poking friends and family when they least expect it.

This was more of a test run to see if it all still works and to try out doing small scale work with wood, now I gotta think of something fun to make. (I say, as if I didn't already have 50 different ideas)

Before that fuckery, I made this magnetic dice box/rolling tray for my lovely partner's birthday.

Though I don't feel like I can take credit for working the CNC magic on this, I did all the hands-on work with the sanding, assembling the magnets, shellac coating, and whatnot. I'm pretty sure wood is some sort of fruit tree, since it smells strongly of what I suspect might be plum or cherry.

Last but sure as fuck not least: embroidery

This I actually get professional instruction for at uni. I've kinda lost patience for it atm, but mostly because I cannot resist making unnecessarily complicated pieces with tiny little stitches and then am forced to finish it because I do actually kinda need to pass this class. My lecturer keeps telling me not to go so detailed, yet I have proven resistant to her good advice. But, I figured if I have to make two full pieces of embroidery to be graded on and put hours of work into, I might as well choose designs that I can turn into patches for my jacket:

Catha and Ruidus! I love me some big moon little moon imagery. The prompt was to incorporate most of the techniques/stitches we've learned so far. Added the little gold chain stitch around ruidus for the arcane latticework. It came out a little wonky shape wise, but I love it nonetheless.

And my most recent wip, a stained glass window design with the Ninth House skull and Gideon's sword behind it, to feed my current Locked Tomb obsession.

And that's it!

[quandmeme]

Isidore Lucien Ducasse, conde de Lautréamont

Cantos de Maldoror.

Canto primero. (parte II)

Viejo océano, los hombres, pese a la excelencia de sus métodos, todavía no han logrado, con ayuda de los procedimientos de investigación de la ciencia, medir la profundidad vertiginosa de tus abismos, algunos de los cuales hasta las sondas más largas y pesadas han reconocido inaccesibles. A los peces… le está permitido; no a los hombres. Muchas veces me he preguntado si será más fácil de reconocer la profundidad del océano que la profundidad del corazón humano. A menudo, con la mano apoyada en la frente, de pie sobre los barcos, en tanto que la luna se balanceaba entre los mástiles en forma irregular, me he sorprendido mientras hacía a un lado todo aquello que no era el fin que yo perseguía, esforzándome por resolver ese difícil problema. Sí, ¿cuál es más profundo, más impenetrable de los dos: el océano o el corazón humano? Si treinta años de experiencia de la vida pueden, hasta cierto punto, inclinar la balanza hacia una u otra solución, me estará permitido decir que, pese a lo profundo del océano, no podrá igualarse, en lo que respecta a dicha propiedad, con lo profundo del corazón humano. Estuve en contacto con hombres que fueron virtuosos. Morían a los sesenta años y nadie dejaba de exclamar: "Han practicado el bien en este mundo, lo que quiere decir que han sido caritativos: eso es todo; no hay en ello picardía alguna y cualquiera puede hacer otro tanto." ¿Quién comprenderá por qué dos amantes que se idolatraban la víspera, se separan por una palabra mal interpretada, uno hacia oriente, otro hacia occidente, con los aguijones del odio, de la venganza, del amor y de los remordimientos, y no se vuelven a ver nunca más, embozado cada uno en su altanería solitaria? Es un milagro que, aunque se renueva diariamente, no deja por eso de ser menos milagroso. ¿Quién comprenderá por qué se saborean, no sólo las desgracias generales de los semejantes, sino también las particulares de los amigos más queridos, aunque al mismo tiempo se sufra la aflicción? Un ejemplo irrebatible para cerrar la serie: el hombre dice hipócritamente sí y piensa no. Por esta razón los jabatos de la humanidad confían tanto los unos en los otros, y no son egoístas. Todavía le queda a la psicología mucho camino por andar. ¡Te saludo, viejo océano!

Viejo océano, tu poder es extraordinario y los hombres han aprendido a conocerlo a sus expensas. Por más que empleen todos los recursos de su genio, son incapaces de dominarte. Han encontrado a su maestro. Debo agregar que han encontrado algo más fuerte que ellos. Ese algo tiene un nombre. Ese nombre es: ¡océano! El miedo que les inspiras ha hecho que te respeten. Con todo, haces danzar sus máquinas más pesadas con gracia, elegancia y facilidad. Les haces ejecutar saltos gimnásticos hasta el cielo y admirables zambullidas hasta el fondo de tus dominios que despertarían la envidia de un saltimbanqui. Bienaventurados aquellos que no llegas a envolver definitivamente con tus pliegues burbujeantes, para ir a ver, sin ferrocarril, en tus entrañas acuosas, cómo lo pasan los peces, y sobre todo, cómo lo pasan ellos mismos. El hombre dice: Yo soy más inteligente que el océano. Es posible; quizás hasta sea cierto; pero más miedo le tiene el hombre al océano, que el que éste le tiene al hombre: lo cual no necesita demostración. Ese patriarca observador, contemporáneo de las primeras épocas de nuestro globo suspendido, sonríe compasivo cuando asiste a los combates navales de las naciones. Ahí tenéis un centenar de leviatanes salidos de las manos de la humanidad. Las órdenes enfáticas de los superiores, los gritos de los heridos, el estruendo de los cañones, constituyen una barahúnda apropiada para aniquilar a unos pocos segundos. Pareciera que el drama ha concluido y que el océano lo ha tragado todo en su vientre. Las fauces son formidables. ¡Qué inmenso debe de ser hacia abajo, en la dirección de lo desconocido! Como remate de la estúpida comedia, que ni siquiera despierta interés, se ve en medio de los aires alguna cigüeña retrasada por la fatiga, que se pone a gritar sin disminuir el empuje de su vuelo: ¡Vaya!… ¡no me gusta nada! Había allá abajo unos puntos negros; cerré los ojos y ya no están más. ¡Te saludo, viejo océano!

Viejo océano, oh gran célibe; cuando recorres la solemne soledad de tus reinos flemáticos, te enorgulleces con justicia de tu magnificencia natural y de la merecida alabanza que me apresuro a dedicarte. Voluptuosamente mecida por los tiernos efluvios de tu lentitud majestuosa —atributo, el más grandioso entre aquellos con que el soberano te ha favorecido—, tú haces rodar, en medio de un sombrío misterio, por toda tu superficie sublime, las olas incomparables, con el sentimiento sereno de tu eterno poder. Ellas desfilan paralelamente, separadas por cortos intervalos. Apenas una disminuye, otra que crece va a su encuentro, acompañada del rumor melancólico de la espuma que se deshace para advertimos que todo es sólo espuma. (Así los seres humanos, esas olas vivientes, perecen uno tras otro, de un modo monótono, sin producir siquiera un rumor espumoso.) El ave de paso reposa sobre ellas confiada, dejándose llevar por sus movimientos llenos de gracia arrogante, hasta que el armazón de sus alas haya recobrado el vigor normal para continuar su aérea peregrinación. Quisiera que la majestad humana fuera por lo menos la encarnación del reflejo de la tuya. Pido demasiado, y este deseo sincero te glorifica. Tu grandeza moral, imagen del infinito, es inmensa como la reflexión del filósofo, como el amor de la mujer, como la belleza divina del ave, como la meditación del poeta. Eres más bello que la noche. Contéstame, océano: ¿quieres ser mi hermano? Muévete impetuosamente… más… todavía más, si aspiras a que te compare con la venganza de Dios; alarga tus garras lívidas fraguándote un camino en tu propio seno… está bien. Haz rodar tus olas espantosas, océano horrible que sólo yo comprendo, y ante el cual caigo prosternado. La majestad del hombre es prestada; no se me impone; tú, sí. Oh, cuando avanzas con la cresta alta y terrible, rodeado por tus repliegues tortuosos como por un séquito, magnético y salvaje, haciendo rodar tus ondas unas sobre otras, con la conciencia de lo que eres, en tanto que lanzas desde las profundidades de tu pecho, como abrumado por un intenso remordimiento que no puedo descubrir, ese sordo bramido perpetuo que tanto atemoriza a los hombres, hasta cuando te contemplan trémulos desde la seguridad de la costa; entonces comprendo que no poseo el insigne derecho de proclamarme tu igual. Por eso, frente a tu superioridad, te entregaría todo mi amor (y nadie conoce la cantidad de amor contenida en mis aspiraciones hacia lo bello) si no me recordaras dolorosamente a mis semejantes, que forman contigo el más irónico contraste, la antítesis más grotesca que jamás se haya visto en la creación: no puedo amarte, te aborrezco. ¿Por qué entonces vuelvo a ti, por milésima vez, hacia tus manos amigas que se disponen a acariciar mi frente ardorosa, cuya fiebre desaparece a tu contacto? No conozco tu destino secreto, todo lo que te concierne me interesa. Dime, entonces, si eres la morada del príncipe de las tinieblas. Dímelo… dímelo, océano (solamente a mí para no entristecer a aquellos que hasta ahora sólo han conocido ilusiones), y si el soplo de Satán crea las tempestades que levantan tus aguas saladas hasta las nubes. Es preciso que me lo digas porque me alegraría saber que el infierno está tan cerca del hombre. Quiero que ésta sea la última estrofa de mi invocación. Por lo tanto, quiero saludarte una vez más y presentarte mi adiós. Viejo océano de ondas de cristal… abundantes lágrimas humedecen mis ojos, y me faltan fuerzas para proseguir, pues siento que ha llegado el momento de retornar con los hombres de aspecto brutal; pero… ¡ánimo! Hagamos un gran esfuerzo y cumplamos, con el sentimiento del deber, nuestro destino sobre esta tierra. ¡Te saludo, viejo océano!

Conde de Lautréamont, Cantos de Maldoror. Canto primero. (parte I)

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