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The Top Yoga Poses for Flexibility and Stress Relief

Yoga is a holistic practice that has been used for centuries to improve physical and mental well-being. Regular yoga practice can help increase flexibility, reduce stress and anxiety, and promote relaxation. In this article, we’ll explore the top yoga poses that are specifically designed to improve flexibility and reduce stress. Brief Overview of the Benefits of Yoga for Flexibility and Stress…

[gym-x-plus]

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-warm up-

2 rounds

8 alt low cossack squats

8 alt knee to chest to open gate

4 deep squat to alt sl rocks

if cossack squats are challenging for you, you can replace them by a side lunge variation and do them last within your warm up

-workout-

4 sets each

choose a rep range depending on the weight you have available & it’s difficulty for you

for example

12-16 rdls

8 front squats

12 ea. sl rdls (sometimes i like to do them assisted to target my glutes more, by taking away the stability component and being able to focus on my engagement better)

8 ea. bg split squats

-finisher-

16 ea. curtsy step downs (make more challenging by adding a weight or using a higher platform)

-cooldown-

1-2 rounds, 20 sec each

elevated pidgeon pose

elevated lizard pose

elevated hamstring stretch

standing quad stretch

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[meshiinuma]

sighhh thinking abt being in lesbians with fem suguru ,,,,,,,

tw: suggestive

she makes you hang out in the same dressing room stall as her, telling her what you think of every outfit. especially with swimsuits because she doesn't want to be walking around with the bottoms shoved over her underwear, looking silly.

specifically today she was trying on a few swimsuits with you. suguru was toying with the tiny ruffle on the blue gingham tube top. you picked it out for her because of the cute little red bow on the top and the matching bottoms.

"it really looks okay?" she turned to where you were fiddling with your own swimsuit. "of course! you look good in anything sugu," you cooed and kissed her exposed tricep, a detailed sacred heart tattoo taking up most of her left upper arm.

she giggled, "i know," suguru turned back to the mirror and ran her hands over her hips one last time before stripping.

of course you whistled lowly at her bending down to pull the bottoms off fully. she threw them right at your face.

suguru ends up cycling through a few more, choosing which would be worn to satoru's pool party and which would be put back on the rack.

then she lands on a skimpy black bikini set.

"now i wonder who put this here..." suguru turns to you with a knowing smirk as you shy away.

"yeah...i wonder..." she rolls her eyes and starts with the top.

it goes on okay, but she struggled with making it fit right around her tits, "huff i don't think it's gonna fit right," she fiddled with the straps as you got your clothes back on, already completed with your selections.

"lemme see..." you came up behind her and tried to make the straps looser, but found they were extended as far as they could go.

"hm. maybe see if the bottoms fit?" they were equally as strappy with just one thin strip of fabric covering all her lady bits. not too far off from the top, containing two finger sized triangles to cover her nipples.

"i can try adjusting it at home if everything else fits fine, i like how it looks." yet again, she ran her hands over her body and posed like she was in a swimsuit ad made for men who'd never seen a woman as ample as her in their life to jerk off to.

suguru started to pull on the bottoms, but stopped right under her ass. in the mirror, her eyebrows were furrowed and a pout turned her lips downward.

"i think..." you stepped back to give her space as she tried to jump to get the bikini bottom on, "i think my ass is too fat." suguru turned around to look at you in disbelief as the black fabric stretched around her rump.

"...i think you're correct..." you smacked her ass.

then your own hand was smacked away.

"no. later. now help me out of this."

---

suguru holds your opinions in high regard, which is why you're always there with her when she's shopping for clothes (and totally not to also fluster you)

bra shopping is even worse

actually when she's out and about she doesn't wear anything too revealing, usually a thick and loose hoodie + baggy carpenter jeans

or if she feels like it, maybe she'll walk around in a crop top and some ripped jeans that she fills out quite nicely

her carabiner is always somewhere on the left side of her and clipped to it are, 1) her car keys 2) her copy of the keys to the house 3) a lego minifig that looks like you 4) a simple bead lizard you gifted her long before the two of you started dating

whenever the two of you are going out somewhere fancy though, she dresses to the nines

once for a mildly fancy dinner party, she walked out of your shared bedroom in a strapless black dress that clung to her like oil with two slits riding up her thighs and a playful smirk on her face

the two of you were late that day

another time she picked up a gown that had sheer fabric showing everything off

the two of you forfeited going to the event completely

---

"hey."

you startled at the quiet greeting from behind you.

whipping your head around, your poor heart was eased by the sight of your girlfriend behind you.

"hi. what are you doing here?" currently you were supposed to be reshelving books at the library while suguru taught at the ceramic studio.

"returning a book. what's a pretty thing like you doing here?" she leaned closer, her arm going above your head so she could lean as close as possible to your face.

you pressed against the bookshelves behind you, "...shelving...things..." suguru giggled at the waver in your voice.

it's not your fault you get so flustered and nervous around her! she just smells so nice, like fresh herbs and pomegranate, and is so so strong...with her big buff arms that can crush you into powder or gently mold you like you're a lump of clay being thrown on the wheel.

and her lips, two-toned and smeared with something sheer and plum colored every day. pierced too, a shiny lip ring on the left side and an ashley right in the center. her tongue darted out to swipe at her lip ring. if you looked close enough, you could catch a glance of the bar that goes down the middle of her tongue.

"...you listening to me?" finally, you started to pay attention and looked up.

suguru still loomed over you, an eyebrow raised, "i was asking if you wanted to go out for lunch." right. okay.

"yeah, of course. where are we going?" you turned back to the shelves behind you and quickly put back the thick academic tomes in their rightful place.

"it's this really good brunch place, utahime told me about it."

you turned around, the cart next to you fully empty, "alright, lemme go clock out," before you could leave, suguru leaned down to give you a big kiss on your lips.

readily, you returned her affection, but became disappointed when she pulled away.

"we're in public, baby. save it for home, hm?" you pouted.

"hnng...fine." quickly you turned and swiftly walked off with the cart as suguru giggled behind you. she sounded like little bells tinkling.

---

suguru has more downtime at the studio than you do at the library, so she drops in to visit you most of the time

when you come into the studio to visit her, sometimes she's finishing a class while other times she's throwing her newest piece

she actually made most of the dishes and huge plant pots in the house

the second the two of you had fully moved into the house, suguru went ahead and made a lovely dinnerware set that you and her painted together

and then the four huge pots that litter the house

you actually have no clue how or when she made them, but all you know is that they're a bit over half your height and have such an intricate design with dragons and various japanese mythology circling the perimeter

suguru seems proud of them, so you don't mind

she often tries to have date night at the studio because she gets an employee discount

also she can sneak you in after everyone's left and give you a one on one throwing lesson

if you ask about recreating the scene from ghost she'll give you a look then lecture you about your current throwing skills (abysmal) (suguru wants to recreate it with you, she really does! it's just...she's seen couples in some of her classes try it and have incredibly wet clay go everywhere)

suguru tries to make as many functional pieces as possible, pots for her plants, little incense holders she can stick around the house, bookends, and more!

but if you show her a video of something cute (and non functional) you saw on tiktok, you bet she'll try her damn hardest to recreate it for you

---

dates are always artsy or outdoorsy in nature when it's suguru's turn to pick.

today, she's brought you out to a small wooded area near the house with a picnic basket.

"are we almost there yet?" you love spending time with suguru, but god your calves were burning.

"just a few more minutes! promise," she turned around to give you a little kiss at your hairline.

"'kay..."

suguru wasn't lying, it was just a few more minutes of walking through the mildly uneven terrain before a clearing with a huge tree in the center emerged.

"wow..." you looked up at the tree, catching a squirrel running across one of the branches.

"i know. c'mon," suguru grabbed your hand and dragged you to the thick base of the trunk.

you laid down the picnic blanket and smoothed it out as suguru connected her phone to the speaker she brought out.

once everything was set out, she kicked her tennis shoes off and flopped onto the blanket with a huff.

"now are you feeling the burn?" you asked as you spread some triple berry jam on the sourdough she baked that morning.

"yeah...gimme some of that." she leaned forward and took a bite out of your bread and jam.

"wow. rude. taking from the poor and disadvantaged." she took another bite, unperturbed.

you took your first bite as she started to dig through the basket.

"found the lemonade!" suguru sing-songed and poured a glass of her homemade strawberry lemonade for you. (you'd kill people for it. honest to god)

eventually the two of you ate through the main course (kabab tabei that she made out of some meat replacement she needed to finish. the basmati rice with saffron was pinched between suguru's fingers as she brought them up to your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the tips of her fingers and licked every grain off, holding her gaze. the potato tahdig dipped in mast-o-khiar ended up being wiped all over the lower half of your face after suguru leaned forward and stole a bite right from your mouth.) and moved on to dessert.

suguru pulled out a plate of knafeh khishneh, freshly made that morning. she pulled you onto her lap, having you straddle her thighs as she carefully cut a piece.

"say ahh," her voice became soft and sensual as she held a forkful out to your mouth.

you leaned forward to take a bite, crispy sweet goodness filling your mouth.

"oh muh goh..." you moaned around the knafeh and savoured the flavors rolling over your tongue.

it slid down your throat to your belly, "that's so good sugu..." she grinned and kissed you.

the way her lips melded to your own always made you weak in the knees, at least you were sitting down this time. suguru tastes like lemon mint tea and her pomegranate chapstick everytime you kiss her, transferring the taste over to your own mouth. it makes you almost euphoric.

reluctantly, you pulled away from the enchantress that is suguru geto.

"your turn," you whispered in her ear and carved out a slice with the same fork she fed you with.

her mouth opened wide when you brought the fork up, closing once it got close enough.

you watched, entranced, as she chewed with her eyes closed and groaned around her food.

suguru swallowed and you watched as the knafeh made it's way down the column of her throat.

"good?" you asked teasingly.

"so good," she sounded breathless.

that's how the two of you were sat as the plate slowly dwindled until there was only one bite left.

"last one..." this time she grabbed the piece with her hand and fed it to you, bit by bit.

when the last section made it onto your tongue, you licked the sugar off each of her fingers. carefully, like you were at an alter of something more holy than anything that's walked this earth.

suguru just watched you with her lips parted and chest heaving a tad.

once her fingers were licked clean, she gathered you up and held you to her bosom.

"so," kiss! "so," kiss! "adorable!" biiig kiss!

you giggled at the affection and nuzzled underneath her chin as she leaned back until the two of you hit the blanket.

---

two times a week is when you and suguru decide to have date night, one day is what one of you decide and the other is something the both of you decide on together

outside of date night, the two of you try to spend as much time together in general

waking up in the same bed, eating meals together, commuting together, grocery shopping together, etc

sometimes date night is just staying in and making dinner together

you know suguru's getting serious when she pulls out the apron made with thick canvas and dyed a deep olive green

the way she ties it around herself emphasizes her figure and unfortunately you're only human (you grab her boobs from behind a lot. it gets you banished from the kitchen)

most of the time you're able to behave yourself and help with cutting things

dinner date nights usually result in suguru making an incredibly elaborate meal with multiple courses, because of course she overachieves whenever she can

if she needs to let some food rest or cook in the oven for an extended period of time, she'll wander over to where you're sitting and melt into you

cooking so much is exhausting!!

suguru gets her energy back from kissing and coddling you, she says

you'd debate the facts of that if you didn't enjoy her attention focused solely on you that much

---

it's late. late enough that the full moon is flooding through the window and illuminating the whole bedroom.

suguru faces the window that looks out to the empty space behind the house as she peels her bra off.

you stare at the few jasmine (yesterday it was lavender, day before that was moonflower) petals that fall out of the cups, the rest staying in, and wait for suguru to gingerly pick them up from the ground.

the white of the petal greatly contrasts with the dark of the wood floor, making it look like stars bloom wherever suguru goes.

she picked them up and collected the flowers back into her bra.

tomorrow she would spread them out in the river on her morning walk.

from your point on the bed, on your side and below her, it looked like suguru was something coming down from heaven. with the way the moonlight hit her skin and made her glow, almost.

suguru turned to look at you, something sad in her face.

"hi." she sounds meek. quiet. defeated.

"hi." you wanted to help.

slowly and sluggishly she dragged herself over to the bed where you still laid.

she hovered over you, bare except for her underwear covering her lower half.

her rough hand went to the side of your face and you leaned in instinctively.

your eyes felt heavy with fatigue, but you wouldn't fall asleep. not yet. not without suguru.

silently, her forehead bumped against your own and nuzzled into you.

her lips connected with yours shortly after, no tongue though. just something chaste and light. comforting even. she still tasted like lemon mint tea. still tasted like pomegranate. something bitter and smokey was present this time.

once suguru pulled away and your eyes opened, you saw her bottom lip trembling a bit as she looked upon you.

you tried to sit up, but she delicately laid you back down.

in place of you trying to join her standing, she loosely straddled your middle on the bed.

suguru's inky hair was loose from the usual half up bun and surrounded the two of you like a curtain. like the two of you were the only people in the world.

"what's wrong?" you were so quiet the question sounded almost inaudible.

all she did was bury her head in your shoulder and kiss at any exposed skin she could find. you think you felt hot tears sliding down your neck and soaking into your top.

you kissed the side of her head and let her cry it out, holding her steadfastly.

eventually all her tears dried up and all she did was breathe heavily into you.

"i love you." she was still quiet, but there was some strength in her voice. fullness.

"i love you too." you maneuvered her to be cuddled into your side. if you looked close enough you could see the deepened eye bags under her, normally bright, fox eyes.

suguru clung to you like a second skin until you got too sweaty from the skin on skin contact.

"put a shirt on and then we can sleep, hm?" the suggestion was quiet, but she heard you perfectly fine. she can pick your voice out in a crowd of one hundred, easily.

when she moved to get off the bed and change, you shivered at the lack of warmth. suguru noticed, of course, and spared you a backward glance before taking the huge fluffy blanket at the foot of the bed and tucking you in as gently as possible.

"wait for me, okay?" she kissed your forehead and moved over to the dresser with all of yours and hers clothes.

the way suguru moves, so graceful and powerful, makes you want to get on your knees and do whatever she wished of you. you know she'd do the same for you in a heartbeat.

she flits around the room one more time, picking up a stray sock, closing a drawer, firmly shutting the closet doors. the scrunchie she wears every morning is still on the floor in the same place she flicked it off earlier.

the t-shirt suguru pulled on is actually one of yours. you only noticed after she got in bed and cuddled as close to you as possible.

"that mine?" sleep plagued your voice.

"probably," suguru sounded equally as tired.

you turned to face her fully, "what's up, babe?" your hand extended out to grab her own that rested in front of her face.

suguru's face softened at your worry, "tomorrow. i'll tell you tomorrow." she leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead.

her free hand stroked the side of your face and you sighed at the affection, "promise?" you yawned, getting cozy and cuddly under the toasty blanket.

"promise." suguru yawned after you and tucked herself under your chin.

your eyes closed and you were taken to dreamland with the assurance your lover would be alongside you.

[galesdevoteewife]

The Tav Ask Game

Thanks @hotnerdywizard for the tag!!💜💜💜

Name: Zilvera Nickname: Drow, Zil, Spider Height: 5′ 2" Gender: Female

Orientation: Affair with her ex-mistress. Had a myconid, think Emperor is hot, fall in love with Gale. Not sure what's the proper term to phrase this lol

Nationality/identity: Menzoberranzan

Favourite fruit: Not a picky eater. Whatever juicy, sour and sweet, like pomegranate or berries.

Favourite season: Winter

Favourite flower: Sussur bloom

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Poisonous herbal tea

Avg hours of sleep: 4 hours trance but always vigilant.

Dogs or cats: Dogs, cats, owlbears, lizards, dolphins... in a distance

Dream trip: Sigil, the city of infinite possibilities! And Astral Plane, she dreams of seeing the astral whales.

Number of blankets: 1, but she has a full set of towels for all kind of purpose.

Random fact: Super flexible. Stretch in weird poses when she's alone and pondering things.

Like, very weird poses lol

No pressure, only if you are in the mood to play! <3 I would like tag @xpao-bearx @linaartss @thetavolution💜💜

[still-a-morosexual-help]

🔪: which brother would you stab?

🐈‍⬛: how long did it take you to adjust?

🖤: which of the sins do you align with?

So this was for an oc ask set and as it turns out I don't know how to answer "in-character" so take this little fic instead

"So... why are we doing this again?"

Mephisto gives a sigh, dragging out his frustration from deep within his chest and letting it out in a rush of air. He's almost sure the human is doing it on purpose - he wouldn't put it past anyone from that family.

"For the fifth time," he says strained, eyeing the way they sit straightbacked on their chair, knees pressed together and hands on them. He has never seen them sit like that before, he's almost sure it's meant to be mocking. "The student body wants to know more about the exchange students. You - for some unknown reason - have caught a lot of eyes. And as RAD's primary source of news it's our duty - my duty - to expose you."

"Ex...pose?"

"Interview."

"R...ight, okay... so? The questions are -"

"What were sent in by the students. Yes. Like I told you before. Five times now."

"Right. No. I heard you."

"Then why did y- Nevermind. Let's start. What's your name?"

"You know my name."

"For the record, what's your name."

They give a long sigh of their own as they slouch into the chair and stretch out their long legs. "Eliza Ramskin."

"Okay and Eliza is short for?"

"A-Lizard."

He blinks at them, takes a moment to look at their blank deadpan face. "That can't be right."

"Sure it is," they say with a nonchalant shrug.

"Then why is 'Eliza' spelt with an E?"

"Artistic choice."

"That's-"

"Do you want to see my legal documents?"

"...No. Let's just move on. What's your age and official position here?"

"Twenty-five. Exchange student turned council member."

And he can't stop the way his face wrinkles in distate at that - what was Lord Diavolo even thinking, it was bad enough with those Fallen Angels but a human. And it must show, if the way their mouth stretches in a smile that is nothing but smug is any indication. And that's disregarding the way large honey-brown eyes seem to light up with almost sadistic glee.

"Twenty-five is a bit young isn't it?"

"It might seem that way when one hasn't been able to make council member for hundreds? thousands? of years."

He wants to wring their neck.

They smile sweetly back at him.

"The questions?" He asks through a smile that is more of a grimace.

"The questions." They say through a smile that shows too many teeth.

"Which," he starts with his most composed professional voice, because he hadn't been lying - this was official, "of the other Council members would you stab?"

"There's no way that's on there."

"It is."

"There's no way-"

He flips the paper around.

They lean in and squint at it, the action scrunches up their little upturned nose and squishes all their numerous freckles together. He follows the path they make all across their face and down their neck into their open shirt -

"Huh," they say, leaning back. "Why's it written in there twice."

His face burns. "More than one student had the same question."

"You're not trying to bag me for treason are you?"

"If I was, it wouldn't be such a meager attempt. I know you are used to the low quality messes of the rest of our esteemed Student Council, but rest assured, one such as I, would never lower myself as to falsify evidence and bring into question the integrity of -"

"Lucifer."

"What?"

"I'd stab Lucifer."

"...just like that?"

"Yeah. It wasn't a hard choice."

"But... you seem," had he misjudged them this whole time? Could there be some sort of common ground they could bond over? Someone he could look to for inside information on whatever plans Lucifer had? "close?"

"We are," they say with a shrug, blowing at their bangs and only managing to displace the chocolate brown hair enough for the long scar bisecting their thick left brow to be visible.

"But you'd stab him? If given the chance? With no more thought put into it?"

"Sure," they say with another shrug.

"And are you worried about what he might say when this interview comes out? I won't censor the truth for you."

They frown lightly as if they are only now realising the severity of what they had carelessly revealed. He might not have gone into this expecting to uncover treason and he may not like the position Lucifer fulfills in Diavolo's life but he still can't imagine that either Diavolo or Lucifer would be pleased by this revelation from their dear little huma-

"Yes?" Lucifer's deep voice comes over the speaker of the human's D.D.D. held aloft in their hand.

They stare blankly straight at Mephisto as they say, "Out of everyone in the Council I would stab you. Hypothetically."

"I know." Lucifer says without missing a beat.

"Neat."

"Is that all?"

"Yeah, I'm doing an interview."

"Ah, Hello Mephisto - "

Mephisto scowls at the device, "Lucifer, have you been ignoring my calls? We need to discuss the policy abo-"

"I lost my D.D.D."

"You're speaking on-"

"And it seems I'm entering a tunnel - SHHHPPFFZZZ - I will see you at dinner, Eliza."

"See ya."

The D.D.D. goes silent.

"Maybe he fell into the underground labyrinth that runs below the city," the human says placatingly.

"Second question," Mephisto grits out, "how long did it take you to adjust to your life in the Devildom?"

Eliza shifts, face growing oddly serious. "Not long," they say after a moment that stretches past what Mephisto was expecting.

"And why's that?"

They shift again, scratching one of their bright mismatched sneakers against the floor. "I've always been good at adapting to new situations. Moved around so much as a kid - between so many different places and families - guess it became the norm. And." They stop frowning and finally look up to meet his eyes. Their usually bright eyes are dull, he could almost mistake them for being bored. "And I've got nothing up there waiting for me. So, so it was easier to settle down here. Finally find a place where I just...fit. ...Sorry, is that okay?"

"Yes," he clears his throat, "Yes. Third question?"

"Sure, hit me."

"What."

"Shoot?"

"What?"

"What's the question, Mephisto?"

"Which of the Sins do you align with?"

"Oh... which Sin do you think I align with?"

"Just... answer the question so we may be done with this."

"That doesn't seem very professional."

"Ramskin."

"Probably with Beel."

"Beelzebub? Gluttony?"

They stretch, long and languid, and he sees the shift of muscle under their baggy uniform, he knows for a fact there's unexpected strength to be found in them.

He remembers when they'd first come here to the Devildom, over three years ago, thin and underweight, drowning in an oversized uniform, always stuck to Mammon's side even as they bickered. They had never cowered, even back then, had always pushed back even with the way they hunched into themself under layers of clothing.

But there had also been so much...less of them.

No matter how bright their soul had seemed, they themself had seemed a spectre - distant and quiet unless spoken to.

He had watched, as they slowly came out of their shell. They had changed, physically as well. They'd never be able to completely shake that scrappy quality they had about them, he thinks, but they no longer look underfed. Their shoulders are broad and relaxed, thighs thick and muscles coiled. They're comfortable with themself and the world they live in, they have been for years now. They're settled in a way that only people who know they're a threat can be in the Devildom.

It's a little startling to realise and he's never quite sure what to make of them. But he can understand where the intrigue of the other students may come from.

They're nodding, their short, floppy hair bouncing around.

"Yeah. Food's good. I mean it's a comfort isn't it? Being able to eat whatever you want whenever you want. And having your favourites at hand. And sharing food is a way to show people you care. Making something for someone because you thought they'd enjoy it - there's no better way to show you care. And with enough food you have enough energy to do whatever you want to. So food. Can't get enough of the stuff."

They're a busy person. Always on their feet, always running around, always tangeld in some project or another, with still enough energy to spare to be a general menace along with the rest of their family. So yes, he can understand why they may value whatever excess energy they can gain.

Offhandedly he wondered what kind of life Eliza Ramskin lived before they had come here.

He looks down at the script absently and perks up at the next question. "What do you think of Lord Diavolo?" He asks with a razor sharp focus.

They straighten as well, meeting his eyes. They know. They have to know, just how important this question is.

"I think he's admirable," they say finally, "strong, brave. I think what he's doing, his vision, I think that's what the world needs. And I know there are many here in the Devildom who don't agree with him - not the civilians but," they look at him steadily, their eyes sharp. "the nobility, those worried his changes might affect their status quo. And yet, he continues to push against them and work towards where we can all understand each other, where it won't matter what our species is, where we'd just be people - equals. Where we can share our culture and our food and not worry about a war breaking out at the smallest misstep. He cares about his people, he wants what's best for them, a world where their blood won't have to be spilt to satisfy a feud no one even knows the reason of. He doesn't always do the right thing, even you know that. But he's been learning to listen to the counsel of others, he's growing, changing just like we all are. He's going to be a great king, no matter what the House of Lords believes."

He watches them quietly, while they stare back, not quite glaring, but shoulders squared and ready for a fight.

He doesn't want to think about what they said, not right now. He'll have to listen to it again, to their strong, steady voice thick with conviction and just daring him to disagree. But now, "You're quite blunt," he says shuffling his papers.

They blink, deflating. "I'm a bad liar."

"One virtue at least."

"I have many virtues," they don't quite snap but they aren't as collected as they usually are. The topic had riled them up it seems.

He thinks about that lanky, hungry human, quiet but stubborn. He thinks about shifting families and places and he thinks about I've got nothing up there waiting for me. He thinks of their smile, bright and beaming and mischevious, as they press in close with the rest of the Council as they all loudly argue with each other over another inane topic.

He wonders how much of the human's life depends on the success of Lord Diavolo's program. How much they're willing to fight and sacrifice to selfishly cling on to the threads of balance just so they can keep their happily ever after. He sees the fire in their eyes, the hunger, the Greed.

Anything, he knows, and everything. Nothing would be too much for them as long as they got to keep their home.

Balance, peace, Diavolo's dream. Those would be the ideal outcomes. But not the only ones they'd be willing to settle with if it meant their family stayed together and safe.

He thinks about his own brother's big eyes and smiling face and he thinks he understands them - even if just a little. He wonders if their master knows just how well his pupil fits in with the Sins.

"Last question," he says instead of asking them.

"Really?"

"For now, at least."

They nod and settle back, pulling their legs up to sit crisscross on the chair. He frowns at where their shoe meets the cushion and almost asks whether Lucifer never taught them any manners but instead he takes a breath - just one more question, they're nearly done.

"Have you ever gotten detention?" He asks.

They stare at him.

"Nooooo," they say at length, "never."

"You're right, you're a terrible liar."

They cackle.

"And we're done," he says with more than a little relief, using his cane to stand up and wincing at the sharp pain that zips up his leg from his knee.

The human grimaces in sympathy, pushing up and stretching out their own arms and legs, pulling their body up onto their toes until their back cracks and they settle back onto their heels.

He can see the compression braces peeking out from the rolled up sleeves on both of Eliza's arms. Knows there are similar ones on their legs, hidden behind their uniform trousers.

He knows that unlike his own, more or less, constant pain, Eliza's ebbs and flows. That there are some days that are better for them, days on end where the braces don't make an appearance, and there are some where a week will go by without their presence in RAD. Days where the lines on Lucifer's face are tighter and Mammon stays just as missing for the duration of their leave.

Days where the rest of the Sins are quiet, walking on eggshells, even around each other.

Days where Belphegor stays glued to Beelzebub's side, even more hunched into himself than the usual.

He knows the braces weren't always a part of them. Knows Eliza spent most of their first year without them. He wonders if it was an accident like his or - he watches as they come back, Mammon at their side like an overprotective guard dog, how it takes Belphegor days before he can meet their eyes again - if it was something else.

In the present day, they hop on their feet a bit to get movement back into their legs and move forward to shake his hand.

His grasps it on instinct more than anything else. Their skin is just a few shades lighter than his own, their palm calloused but soft and warm where his is smooth. Their nails are painted black and white alternatively, the top layer cracked and chipped to show a smooth rainbow coat underneath. Their grip is firm, their hand so much smaller than his.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Mephistopheles." They give his hand a hearty shake.

"Get out of my office."

"Roger," they say with a sloppy salute before they're strolling away.

He hears Mammon's grumbling from beyond the door when they open it.

And then they shut it.

And all is blissfully quiet again.

He should really speak to Lucifer about their manners before he has to meet with them again, and possibly about the manners of the rest of that family as well, just to be on the safe side.

But for now at least, Mephisto is finally free of the presence of one Eliza Ramskin.

[manyothermusingsofmine]

And Pose || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: Characters talking about bigotry moments

Wordcount: 1931

Summary: There's a lot of ways to try and get your mind off things. For Nightcrawler and Gambit, their preferred distraction just happens to be the same. AN: Look I'm not a fitness kinda person but even I know this isn't proper spotting from what I've seen spotting to actually entail. -------------------------

Acrobatic routines, gymnastics and workouts helped get him out of his head, usually. Right now Kurt was doing a pull up set that, if he was honest, he didn't completely have his full focus and attention on. The repetition barely causing any needed strain to make him point his attention on something but the thoughts that lingered in his mind, a slight sigh of frustration escaping him drawing the attention of his friend.

"You alright there? You don't seem to be all in it today."

"Mh."

Red eyes flicked over to the blue mutant, as Gambit slowly lowered himself off the bar he was using to train his core; the two always keeping an eye out for each other during these sessions. And it was unlike Kurt to give such a short, numb answer- or be in such poor form. As his feet touched the floor, Gambit let go of the bar, turning to his friend.

"This isn't doing much for you, mon ami. If you actually want to get some work in, I think you're better off training your flexibility."

"Maybe..."

"What's on your mind?"

"A lot."

It said enough; he wasn't ready to talk about it. Lightly crossing his arms over his chest, Remy observed Kurt for a while.

"Well, Gambit will tell you this much, mon ami. You can either go through ten more sets of this and get nothing worthwhile done, or work on something that'll actually challenge you to focus. Your choice."

Kurt thought about it for a moment, eyes flicking away to the side. With a light sigh, he let go, easily landing on the thick mat below him and leaving to another that wasn't directly below any of the bars, but close enough to keep an eye on Gambit and have Gambit keep an eye on him. Starting a warm up first, he tried his best to focus. And thankfully, even the warm up stretches seemed to help more in clearing his mind.

"Did something happen on the run, this mornin?" Gambit asked, grabbing the bar above him and starting with pull ups himself, "because I saw you before you and Miranda went to get supplies, and you were fine."

"That obvious?"

"Know you long enough by now to know when something's up."

Kurt huffed ever so slightly, slowly building up his stretches until he felt comfortable dropping to the floor in a split, both of his legs on each side of him as he lowered the rest of himself as much as he could.

"Same nonsense, different day. You bring a duo like Miranda and me to the mall, and eventually you start hearing the whispers. Random guys wondering why she's hanging around me. Nothing I haven't heard before; at this point I almost wish they would come up with a new insult to call me instead of everything I've heard a million times before."

"So, something else must've happened, or this wouldn't be doing laps in your mind."

"Never thought I'd hear it in reverse."

"What do you mean?"

Pushing himself back up and folding his legs back together, Kurt stretched himself as far forward as he comfortably could, thinking for a moment how to explain the emotional pressure point he felt the whole day had been prodding at.

"I decided to take her to the little convenience store on third avenue."

"The one run by Monsieur Moray? Gargoyle looking fella?"

"Yeah. He seems to have gotten a new cashier, a lizard lady,” he wanted to say that that was good, as the owner had very much needed a few extra hands around the place, but he had a sinking feeling he knew where this was going. Gambit just looked at Kurt, halting his pull ups for a moment, "she thought I couldn't hear her when she asked him why I brought a regular human with me."

There was a hint, a mere tinge of annoyance to Kurt's voice, but it was enough to tell Remy that this had really pushed a nerve. Kurt pushed himself back up into a regular sitting position. His anger, while quiet, was no less boiling over; "Which, first of all, she isn't, thank you very much. And even if she was just a regular human, so what? Isn't that the whole point of what we're trying to do? How.... How does it help any of us if both mutants and humans are acting like we can't interact with each other, ever? That we're too fundamentally different to get along?"

Gambit didn't really react aside from the odd noise to indicate that he was still listening, fully understanding that Kurt just needed to get this off his chest.

"Besides, how many regular humans do you know with wine red hair and emerald green eyes?"

"Plenty of them dye their hair in wild colors and wear colored contacts for the fun of it. It don't make them mutant."

Kurt groaned in response; it was a logical answer and Remy was right about it, but it still hit him wrong; "I know that. I've been friends with regular humans before, Remy, including ones that dye their hair. If Miranda was a natural blonde dying her hair that shade of red, like she claims she is, the roots would start to show in no time."

"Claims she is? To whom?"

"Humans. Ones she doesn't want to reveal her being mutant to."

Silence fell between the two as they simultaneously decided to focus on their routines, with Gambit going back to his pull ups and Kurt slowly pushing himself up into a handstand, deciding he would try and see how long he could hold that for. It did require more focus than things had before, his mind quieting the bubbling anger in him as it was now more worried about keeping balance for as long as he could. After a few long moments, he let his feet touch the mat again, getting up and stretching.

"All I'm saying is," he guided his leg into a vertical split as he spoke, "things are hard enough without mutants gatekeeping who's mutant enough to be part of the club. She shouldn't have to come with disclaimers and peer reviewed degrees to prove she's a mutant; she shouldn't have to feel like she's not believed unless she shows how she vanishes from sight. And even if she was just a regular human; that should be fine too. That should be stellar, even. We should be getting along. That aside, I would love it if people trusted me to make my own decisions in who my friends are."

"Mh. Look, for what it's worth, mon ami.. You're right. Everything would be easier if everyone got along. 'S a shame that we don't. No one else gets to have a say in how you two feel about each other, either way."

As he arched his leg over, holding on with one of his hands and almost looking like one of the little dancers in a jewelry box, he considered Gambit's last words for a moment longer. How they felt? That had been a thing that lowkey sang around in his mind. Gambit didn't need to know about the shift, there, but when he really thought about it, what did they have? A few kisses, a shift in considering each other partners and... Not much more than that, really. It begged the question what either of them really wanted out of this, and he had been trying to figure out a way to talk to her about it. Without anyone else overhearing, preferably. But why? Why did he not want anyone to overhear if he told her he liked her? Was that not enough; did he have to come with a much heavier declaration than that, and would he scare her off if he did label his feelings as more intense than just liking her?

Seeing his own faint reflection in one of the tiled walls nearby, something in the back of his mind chimed in that these two feelings where more intertwined than that. He was worried about how she would react if he said he genuinely liked her. Because... what if she wanted to keep this where this was now? Casual, lowkey, without anyone knowing; so it would be easier to call it quits when the novelty of him wore off? His balance quivered and he couldn't correct it, fumbling out of his pose with a lot less grace than he had getting into it, landing back on both his feet and needing a few steps to the side before he felt like he had steadied himself, staring at the wall for a moment longer

What if, at some point, she wanted to be with someone who made hiding among non-mutants a lot easier? Someone less... obviously mutant. He flinched ever so slightly as the last two words weren't said by his own voice, but by the distant and cold tone of his mother. He turned back to Gambit.

"What's that even supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it says on the tin. Whether it's the convenience store cashier or some random Joe trying to impress his friends that he could totally go over and talk to the pretty lady if he wanted to; neither of them have any say in whatever is happening between you and Miranda."

"Whatever is happening?" Kurt dryly repeated, with Gambit giving a slight smirk, "by that logic it's not up to you to dictate how we feel, either."

"Which I'm not doing, mon ami."

"I sure hope you're not."

He shook everything off, knowing fully well that if he left it with that weird stumble he would undermine his own sense of confidence. Lowering himself to the mat once more, he pushed himself up until all of his weight rested on his lower arms onto the mat, before slowly but surely curving his spine and holding his balance that way.

"Anyway, I do know one thing for sure, if you're looking to impress her you should show off that flexibility of yours more."

"I'm not doing this to impress anyone, Remy. I'll leave 'using acrobatics to woo people' to you, thank you very much."

"Who says I'm doing this just to impress women?"

"People, Remy, not just women; anyone really, who's willing to toss their eyes into the room when you're doing your pole dancing routine, where the door is always conveniently open just wide enough for curious eyes."

"Hey, that's-"

"Core and strength practice, ja, you've said that before and I'm not saying it doesn't take skill and strength. I'm saying that if you didn't want to show off, you'd actually close the door instead of making it convenient for, oh, I dunno, Shadow? To look in?"

"Merde!" and with that Gambit's concentration was now broken, slipping off the bar and onto the mat a little more brick like than he had intended, slightly putting his fists on his hips. He was going to say something, but there was a strange lingering emotional tension in the room that even he picked up on, and didn't feel like prodding at too much.

"... How about we stop talking about this for a bit?"

"Fine by me."

"Two more sets, and then maybe a sparring match? I think we could both use the distraction."

"... Agreed. Sure. Two more sets, then spar. And, Remy?" Gambit looked back to Kurt, halted just second before he had intended to leap back up on the bar, "Thank you. For listening."

"Of course, mon ami."

[the-leyline-directory]

Trying to get things down for post-dawntrail Priming Silvaire. Cause he's now more balanced he is more 'human' as opposed to the voidsent primal of Mephistopheles. The wings that were once 'flesh stretched and stipped of feathers' are healed! And functional of shiny blacks [as he still has an overabundance of dark aether!]. The 'helm of bone to cage away light' also isn't there anymore :D! Other notes cause eventually I'll pick one of these poses and finish it properly;;;

crystal in core/center of chest [y'know his usual thing, crystal of light]

horns [non-zero chance I change the shape]

black feathered wings and scaling [scaling similar to bird?? talons?? that fade into scale like lizard when it gets close to skin. slightly metallic]

Hair is more white/blond and fades into blue flames \o/ also more slightly wavy like his original but that just goes in hand with the 'movement' of flames etc

facial hair etc is replaced by scaling with more details on cheekbones and across neck/chest/back

across his spine is ridges that are [pointy cause of how I draw] but they're actually safe to touch and are smoother/I an enamoured thinking of dragging fingers across them…..

has tail!! It's not a monster-mouth like voidsent, but is actually just lengthy whip like one.

his scars are highlighted by blue aether \o/ [not pictured sharp teeth/long tongue/slitted eyes you know the usual traits]

Also noted cause its poor sketching but he's more muscular than an Elezen from Eorzea! More strength stats than dex stats if that makes sense.

And a few other things but then i'm just writing them out. As said I'll clean one of these poses up eventually \o/

[recapitulation]

let me walk you through my hot yoga experience

be me

find the correct room judging by the fact that this one is hot as hell

be hot as hell (<- positive quality I like it hot)

wait around and stretch

damn it's been a long time

check clock it's 10 mins after the start time

am I missing something like am I in the wrong room

hear some chatter in the back about how they can't get ahold of the instructor

the room successfully bullies some guy into leading everyone informally

he's clearly a regular and has some sequences and phrases memorized

at other times though he's clearly winging it

"if I were taking this class I would want a shoulder stretch right here I think"

[from the back of the room] "then do it!"

it was so fun he was clearly just doing whatever. "I think lizard pose would be good here"

by 30 mins in I am sweating more than I ever have in my entire life (<- not in any way an exaggeration)

take a break in the lobby so I don't die

owner apologies to me and refunds my class

resume hot as hell operations

I was not expecting this because it was my first class but they handed out cold washcloths that smelled like lavender about 10mins before we were done

that washcloth was the most beautiful thing I had ever beheld

it was fun I am definitely going back 👍

[konigstigerr]

I wish to have a satisfyingly sized ass of acceptable firmness, what workout do you suggest? No homo though.

short answer, squats, lunges, deadlifts, hip thrusts.

correct answer, while those exercises are fine to activate the glutes, the sad reality is most of us spend too much time sitting. as you sit you compresses the lumbar spine and tighten the hip flexors which ends up causing anterior pelvic tilt.

this leads into you not being able to engage the glutes as much as you'd think, often compensating with the hamstrings in the squat or the back on deadlifts and hip thrusts. you can stick to the big four and see results, but they'll be slow.

if you suffer from this (and you probably do) you absolutely need to add hip extension and hip abduction exercises on top of stretching out the flexors and the back. for hip extension you can do kickbacks and for abductions you can do clamshells.

as for stretching, do lizard pose and downward facing dog, try to hold them for 30 seconds at a time, and do as many reps as you feel comfortable. tbh, not only is it a bit of a pain to stretch for a specific muscle, it can be hard to tell if your form is correct on dfd, it pays to join a yoga class, you'll also end up stretching the rest too. avoid the classes with instagram baddies, the good teachers are the ones that have moms and grandmas as students.

a surprising recent discovery i made is that kickboxing will force you out of the anterior pelvic tilt because if you don't you'll fall on your ass when you kick forward.

[vendettamuses]

Fun facts about Morsel

Morsel was incredibly difficult to train. Its owner had to use a lot of lizards and mice to get them to listen

Morsel is younger than Meatball. As a result, it ended up mimicking Meatball since it was introduced to them young. It crawls around on all fours (like a lizard, which is very funny), pushes things with its head, grabs things with its mouth instead of its hands, and screams at a threat rather than making itself look bigger.

Morsel prefers live meat rather than scraps like Meatball. It gets its fix from animals like rats, lizards, fish, birds, deer, raccoons, possums, and anything else it can catch. It doesn't hunt humans like other mimics do.

Morsel is very timid in comparison to other mimics. Rather than hiding to hunt, Morsel has learned to hide to protect itself and rest. It only ever emerges when signaled by Meatball or when its too hungry to sleep.

Morsel prefers to scream and hide from danger, like a Trimming. However, if that danger is posing a threat to Meatball, Morsel's behavior changes. It arches its back to make itself look bigger, or it might even stand and fan its hands out to look much larger like Mimics usually do. It also roars and screams. It won't immediately attack though. Morsel will try to scare the danger off to protect Meatball first. If the situation escalates, only then will Morsel attack by biting and scratching.

Morsel will rarely pursue a threat. It only ever gives chase if the threat is in what it deems to be its territory.

Morsel doesn't chase or attack with the intention of killing. But if the threat in question happens to die as a result of it defending itself, it will not let that meat go to waste.

Morsel loafs like a cat. And Meatball will snuggle into its side.

Morsel is easily distracted by lizards, light glares, and rats.

Morsel has a strange habit of staring up at the night sky.

Like Meatball, Morsel will sometimes be more active at night and stay up screaming into the early hours of dawn.

Due to its altered diet of subsisting on significantly smaller prey, Morsel tends to appear very lazy at times and will spend most of its hours sleeping to conserve energy. If it is well-fed, it becomes more active, alert, and playful.

Morsel is very protective of Meatball and will often carry the Trimming in its mouth or on its back. It stays close to Meatball at all times and maintains the Trimming within its line of sight.

Like Meatball, Morsel is very affectionate and loyal - once you earn its trust. It enjoys cuddling, warm baths, nesting in blankets, being pet, and listening to its owner talk to it. It's smart enough to know its name and come when called and will chirp or chitter as it approaches to let its owner know it is there.

Like Meatball, Morsel has a habit of chewing on non-nutritive substances when bored or overly hungry. It will chew on furniture or blankets to satisfy its urge to chew.

Morsel stretches and licks itself like a cat.

Morsel's yawns are horrifying.

Morsel will contort its body to fit on tiny dog or cat beds.

Morsel has a collar but unlike Meatball's, there is no bell on it. This is to help it hunt. (And also because Meatball chewed it off.)

[gym-x-plus]

home, gym, wherever workout 😇

wearing @nvgtn digital seamless leggings in taupe, code VICKY 🤍

crop top is @womensbest comfort collection in buff, code PLAMENOVA 🤍

routine details :

8 ea. hip flexor to ham stretch

8 ea. elevated side lunge

8 dynamic t-spine stretch

8 dynamic child’s pose

8 ea. assisted pistol squats

16 alt cossack squats

16 ea. figure 4 hip thrusts

16 ea. leg lifts

8 alt lizard hip openings

x2 rounds

if anything is too advanced or uncomfortable feel free to modify or skip it altogether. if unsure how to modify i’m happy to help

©️Credit ig @vickyplamenova

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[asleepyb0i]

Falloutober Day 3- Adventure

“Wake up, lizard!” One of Cavender’s fellow caravan guards yelled. “We have a job to do, and I’m not waiting for you to finish your slumber to get my caps!”

He groaned irritably as he stretched tiredly. “Coming…” the deathclaw growled.

He shrugged on his armor- made from scrap metal all over the commonwealth, and made sure it was all secure before stepping out of the cave he had taken to sleeping in the night before. His long, scaly tail dragged against the muddy ground, leaving a trail in the boggy soil as he stomped his way over to his post. Travelers and merchants alike parted in his arrival. It was clear that they feared him, but he hardly paid mind to what others thought. He simply grabbed a roasting boar on the fire, and tore it off of the roasting stick it was stuck on. He swallowed down his breakfast in one short gulp.

Cavender waited for the caravan to begin moving before following suit. He was tasked to keep an eye out for any raiders or wild animals that would pose a danger, but he honestly couldn’t fathom anyone or anything being so stupid as to attack an armored deathclaw. Humans were stupid, but not that stupid. Super mutants and feral deathclaws were more of a concern for him than anything. Even then, he had yet to meet anything that could get through his armor, let alone his natural barrier of scales that covered the entirety of his back and arms.

Jim, one of the younger guards in the group, padded over to him, and held up a stimpak for him to take. The boy was barely old enough to grow hair on his chin, but he was the kindest to him- and at least treated him more than an attack dog.

“In case you get hurt.” He smiled.

Cav curled his maw into an amused grin. “Stimpaks are human medicine, boy.” He said to him, “Besides, I don’t get hurt.”

Jim walked alongside him as the caravan traversed the marshes in the asscrack of Massachusetts. “Everyone gets hurt,” he responded. “Believe it or not, deathclaws are not impervious to damage.”

“But we rarely ever find ourselves in such a situation. Everything fears us, and those who don’t are fools.” The scaly monster used a sharp stick to pick food out of his teeth. To him, it was a mere toothpick. To humans and ghouls, it could fashion as a crude spear to catch a meal.

“I’m not afraid of you, Cav,” Jim started. “You’re actually my best friend- at least, I think you are.”

Cavender stared down at him. “You should be. Afraid of me, at the very least. I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Fear doesn’t mean hatred.”

Jim shrugged. “But I know you would never hurt me.” He grinned. “Anyways, why don’t we go on a little adventure after this job? I can gather some of the other guys, and we can go discover pre-war treasures buried deep in feral ghoul infested buildings, or build the biggest stockpile of cram you would ever see!”

“You would want to travel with me?”

“Definitely!” Jim quieted down when a few merchants up ahead turned around to glare at him. He looked up at his reptilian friend. “Definitely…” he chuckled.

Cavender blew a snort of hot air out of his nostrils. “I’ll think about it…”

[radioves]

⚔️

another technodragon :]

i always thought it was funny that the dragon fight, such an obscure part of smp earth lore, managed to worm its way into my lizard brain for no good reason other than Funny Dragon

sometimes i wonder if he ever saw my other technodragon pieces. i wonder if he liked them. or maybe he didn’t

idk i’m not a fuckin. psychic

[id : a digital drawing of technodragon. technodragon is a large, sinewy dragon with a long body. he is mainly pink, with a mottled darker pink back and lighter pink underbelly. he has twisted horns that sprout from his brows, fading from dark pink to light grey towards the tips. there is another set of smaller horns between the main set, along with spikes trailing down his back, down to his tail. he has spikes along his jaw, ending in another set of small horns just under the main set. his eyes are red, with black scleras and gold pupils, and he has large dark pink wings with a lighter ventral side. he as a glowing halo around his horns, along with two additional sets of feathered wings, pale white and tipped with gold. his claws and the edges of his horn segments are painted with a similar gold. he is posed to the left, neck twisted around to face something offscreen, mouth curled into a small smile. his body is curved as if in mid-flight, his main wings curled slightly. the first feathered wing is splayed out, while the second is bent similarly to his main wings. his back legs are held up, while one of his front talons is stretched out, fingers splayed, the other one held up with curled fingers. the background is a simple shade of white, a soft, radiant glow illuminating the image from the top right. end id]

[hrodvitnon]

Goji's teasing starts stretching way beyond just the sparring sessions, as he finds ways to keep Kong on edge even during their down time.

An example of that is one time when they were resting near each other, Kong sitting in a shaded region, while Goji found himself a warm rock to lay into and soak in the sunlight. It just so happens that, while they were both resting, Kong's eyes wondered towards Goji for a moment, and that's all he needed to seize the ape's attention entirely.

Goji began to slowly stretch himself under the pretence of getting himself in a better position to sunbathing, but the intention being to give Kong a show to look on to. The ape noticed immediately, but it was too late, his eyes had already began to wonder through the lizard's body, as did his mind when painting everything he could do with it. Goji putting himself in clearly provocative poses was not helping him either.

6 days until Spice Month~

Being the clever sort, Kong decides to give Goji some teasing of his own; in response to Goji's exaggerated stretching, Kong puts on a show under the pretense of doing warm-up stretches. He makes sure to emphasize every muscle as he pushes out his chest or ass, even letting out provocative noises as he goes through the exercises, and as a cherry on top Kong takes a dip into the water to really make his muscles look eye-catching.