#most of the flat ones can be enlarged

[ramon-tikaram-love]

Ramon Tikaram as Jez Chandra (& co. as various) in Fisherman's Friends: One and All (2022)

part 6

[fozmeadows]

TERFism really is just white beauty politics in a pseudo-feminist hat, because there's simply no escaping the fact that every concern-trolling argument TERFs make against transition, and particularly towards trans men, boils down to the worst thing you can be is an ugly woman, where "ugly" is code for "insufficiently young, white and/or traditionally feminine."

The ridiculing of trans women, for instance, centers disgust at the idea of anyone with traditionally "masculine" features attempting to pass as female, which - as has been well-documented by this point - frequently sees butch women, women of colour, older women, tall women, strong women, and any other woman who doesn't fit this dogwhistle standard of prettiness caught in the crossfire. Masculinity is incompatible with beauty, this logic goes, and all women must be beautiful. Ergo, the more masculine you appear, the less female you are. TERFs, of course, will try to deny their active participation in anything so ragingly unfeminist as policing women's bodies in pursuit of a narrow physical ideal, and yet, as the recent furor over Imane Khalif has roundly shown, this is exactly what they end up doing: an endless reinvention of new and shittier forms of phrenology to explain why this woman or that is not, in fact, really a woman.

Accepting trans women who don't, by conventional standards, pass, means accepting the femininity of women - both cis and trans - who diverge from these beauty standards: who have facial hair or receding hairlines, deep voices or big hands and feet, who are muscular or tall or strong-jawed, who are either incapable or undesirous of pregnancy, or one of a thousand other things we're told (despite the fact that humans are not a strongly dimorphic species) are exclusively masculine traits. But trans women who do pass engender a different terror: the fear that beauty is not an exclusively "feminine" inheritance, such that someone deemed a man might natively posses it and thereby render "real" feminine beauty somehow less special.

And then we have the scaremongering around trans men, which frequently presents as "concern" over, specifically, impressionable girls and young women being tricked into harming their healthy bodies by the nefarious Trans Cabal. That this same concern is never extended to adult women is the giveaway, because adult women are, by this reckoning, inherently less valuable, being neither as pretty nor as fertile as their younger counterparts. It's already too late to prevent their inevitable descent into the ugliness of ageing, and either they're parents already (in which case, their biological purpose has been served, thus rendering their identities past that point moot) or else have been written off as too old for childbearing anyway (which adds to their irrelevance).

Which makes it all the more ironic how many of the stated negatives of transition for trans men dovetails with things the cis female body normally does as it ages and/or postpartum. Long-term binding is decried for the way it causes the breasts to sag or deform and the nipples to enlarge, for instance, when this is exactly what happens as a consequence of pregnancy and breastfeeding. An increase in facial and body hair is common for post-menopausal women, let alone those with PCOS. Plenty of women naturally have deep voices, with many growing raspier regardless with age, while both ageing and childbirth inevitably alter the appearance of genitalia, sometimes radically. Even top surgery, the procedure most maligned as "butchery," has its cis analogues: not only for survivors of breast cancer or those who, due to genetic predisposition towards aggressive forms of it, opt for preventative mastectomies, but those who undergo breast reduction surgery, whether for cosmetic or health reasons - while some women, on yet a third hand, are natively flat-chested.

Taken together, then, what unifies the demonizing fear of trans women and the infantilizing dismissal of trans men by TERFs is an obsession with a specific, youth-and-Eurocentric-based notion of female beauty, where being deemed too masculine in either direction is the disqualifying factor. In TERFlandia, masculinity therefore becomes a synonym for ugliness: trans women can't shed it sufficiently to be counted at any age (unless they pass, which is a prospect too terrifying to countenance), while trans men must be stopped at all costs from embracing it (unless they're already old, in which case they no longer matter). Which is not to say that transphobia more broadly lacks for other avenues of attack; it's just that concern around trans bodies and the necessity of controlling them inevitably circles back to beauty, youth and fertility as the abiding hallmarks of womanhood, and as soon as you point this out, all the other arguments start to unravel.

[artifacts-and-arthropods]

Palmetto Tortoise Beetle: the larvae of this species produce long, thin strands of feces that are gradually woven together to form protective "fecal shields" around their bodies

During its larval stage, the Palmetto tortoise beetle (Hemisphaerota cyanea) uses its own feces to create a defensive layer known as a "fecal shield" or "fecal thatch."

As this article explains:

Most remarkable, perhaps, is the fecal “thatch” of Hemisphaerota cyanea. In the larva of this beetle, the feces are emitted in strands, which, as they build up over the course of larval life, form a loose assemblage that totally hides the larva from view.

The construction of the "fecal thatch" begins almost immediately after the larva hatches. Each larva begins to feed within minutes of hatching, and the very first fecal strands emerge from its anal turret just a few minutes later. Subsequent strands are then produced in quick succession, and they begin to accumulate around the larva's body; as each strand emerges, it is made to curve around the larva's left or right side depending on whether the anal turret is flexed to the left or right. The direction of the curve usually alternates from one strand to the next, ensuring that a nest-like structure is formed around the larva's body.

As they emerge, the fecal strands are gathered together and then cemented into place with the help of an anatomical feature known as a caudal fork. Once an individual strand has been extruded to its full length, the anal turret is rotated upward until it comes into contact with the caudal fork, and the larva then pinches off the strand while secreting a droplet of "glue," which effectively cements each fecal strand into place against the caudal fork.

It generally takes about 12 hours for the larva to finish building its very own "fecal shield."

As an adult, the Palmetto tortoise beetle has another unusual defense mechanism: its tarsi (i.e. feet) are each lined with 10,000 tiny adhesive bristles, and when the beetle is attacked, it can press its feet flat against the surface of a leaf and secrete an oil that allows it to adhere to that surface with an enormous amount of strength. The adhesive mechanism is strong enough to resist pulling forces that are up to 60 times greater than the beetle's own weight for a full 2 minutes; it can resist even greater forces (up to 230 times greater than the beetle's own weight) for shorter periods of time.

According to this article from the University of Florida:

Each of the greatly enlarged tarsi is equipped with approximately 10,000 adhesive bristles. Each bristle has two terminal pads. When walking, only a few of the bristles touch the leaf surface. However, when attacked by a predator, the beetle puts all or nearly all of the bristles in contact with the surface and secretes oil onto the pads. With the adhesive force created by the oil between the leaf surface and tarsi, the beetle is able to clamp its hemispherical shell down tightly against the leaf and has been demonstrated to withstand pulling forces of approximately 60 times its own weight for up to two minutes. This time period is sufficient to thwart the efforts of predatory ants attempting to pry the beetle from the leaf. 

Palmetto tortoise beetles are native to the southeastern United States, and they're especially common in Florida (which is why they're also known as Florida tortoise beetles).

Sources & More Info:

Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences: Defensive Use of a Fecal Thatch by a Beetle Larva (Hemisphaerota cyanea)

Earth Touch News Network: By the Power of the Poop-Shield: Beetle Defenses of the Faecal Kind

Cornell Chronicle: Fecal Defense: This Beetle Uses 'Overhead Sewer System' to Ward off (most) Predators, Cornell Biologists Discover

Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences: Defense by Foot Adhesion in a Beetle (Hemisphaerota cyanea)

University of Florida: Palmetto Tortoise Beetle

Bug Guide: Hemisphaerota cyanea

[onegirlatelier]

October, 2023 | Two-pieced skirt from Southern Song Dynasty (intro+tutorial)

Introduction

(Note: for now I’m not making a bibliography for this article, but if you are interested I’m more than happy to send the sources.)

The two-pieced skirt (liǎng piàn qún) is a type of skirt from the Southern Song Dynasty (1127-1279). It is also known as xuàn qún (literal translation: circle/swirl skirt). As far I know, there are two sets of surviving samples of these skirts, one from the tomb of Ms Huang Sheng (this was her full maiden name - she died at 17, one year after getting married, in 1243) and the other from the tomb of Ms Zhou (also her maiden name - she died possibly at 35 and was buried in 1274). The main stylistic difference between these two sets of two-pieced skirts is that those of Ms Zhou had a relatively large difference between the hem and waist measurements (the hem is 15~20cm wider than the waist circumference), whereas those of Miss Huang Sheng had a small difference (approx. 10cm).

Below is a diagram showing the construction. The skirt is composed of one upper piece and one under piece. Each piece consists of two panels which are trapezoids or (roughly) rectangles. For the sake of convenience, we shall call them the centre panel and the side panel. You can see that the centre panels of the two pieces overlap, and the whole thing is fixed onto a waist band. All surviving samples have relatively wide waist bands—about 10-14cm in width. One strip on each side of the waist band is used to tie the skirt.

Pattern details

The modern common agreement is that the panels are usually right trapezoids (trapezoids with two right angles). I don’t know whether this is historically accurate, as some people think they were pentagons, but I doubt we can ever find out from what is currently available, just because the fabrics had been damaged and distorted over time. Assuming that they are right trapezoids, there are two different ways to piece the panels: you can sew the edges with two right angles together, or you can sew together the opposite edge with two non-right angles together (see diagram). They yield different results. A skirt made with the first method would have more of an A-line and more flowy. One made with the second method would wrap more snugly around the torso and give an H-shape.

You might have noticed that the centre panel is a bit wider than the side panel. This is because the centre panel would be worn in the back and the side in the front. A good starting point is to make the centre panel 10cm wider, but this of course depends on one’s body shape.

Another modern agreement is that the skirt better compliments a flat body shape with gentle curves (as has been the mainstream high-class aesthetics for the female body for a very, very long time right up to now). The most prominent issue with a difference between waist and hip measurements is that the skirt will bunch up at the lower back. To alleviate this issue, darts are used on the sides. Another way is to wear a petticoat, some underpants, or just something around the waist to enlarge the waist measurement. The skirt is not designed to accommodate a large difference between waist and hip circumferences (>30cm probably, though it starts to get difficult at 25cm).

Applying your measurements

(Numbers, when applicable, are in centimetres.)

You need your waist and hip circumferences. The skirt is usually full length. I like to make it as long as possible without the danger of tripping. It could be made shorter for thicker stiffer fabrics or a more modern look. Keep in mind that the skirt has a very high waist.

The length of the waistband is usually 1.7-1.9*waist circumference. In any case, it cannot be shorter than 1.3*hip circumference or it won’t close properly.

Now that you have the length of the waistband, you can calculate the upper edges of the panels. Let a be the length of the waistband, b the finished upper edge of the side panel. Then the finished upper edge of the centre panel is roughly b+10. Using the information discussed in the previous section, we have an equation: a=2b+b+10. This is your starting point—adjust as needed.

Triangular darts. There are a few ways to make them and this is just one of them. Let c be the width on each side of one dart. c=(hip-waist)/4. This means each dart will eliminate half of the (hip-waist) difference, and there are two darts.

c+b= total width on the upper edge of the panel. The bottom edge (i.e. the hem) of the same panel would be about 5cm wider than the upper edge.  

The width of the waistband. If you would like to wear it without folding, 6-8cm is good. If wearing with a fold (which sometimes also helps reducing the bunching at the lower back), make it 10-14cm. Note that you need to cut the waistband doubling the width plus allowance.

The ties are usually 2-3cm wide. As for the length, try start from waist circumference+0.6*skirt length. I like to make it 20cm longer because I like long billowy ribbons. Like the waistband, you cut the ties doubling the width since you will fold it in sewing.

Then you would have something like this:

(measurements used: waist 65, hip 89)

Be careful that you need extra fabric because of the fold created at the dart. (You’d need less fabric if you cut away the excess fabric in the dart.)

Fabric suggestions

This is important. Very very important. Because only the right fabric is worth your time and produces the desired result.

In general, choose something soft, drapey and that conforms to your body. Two or three centimetres of difference in calculation hardly matters when you use a good silk.

Silk: a Chinese specialty called Luo is probably one of the best. Other types of soft drapey silks of medium weights are all fine. I don’t like the right side of silk charmeuse because it reflects the body curves a bit too much.

Viscose: use silk as a guide. I find that twill weave or crepe tends to be more drapey than plain weave.

Cotton/linen/wool: some of these are fine too. If using a thicker wool, only use it for the top piece and use a thin fabric for the under piece of the skirt.

An extra note on cutting out the pieces:

If you are making a skirt with contrasting colours/prints, pay attention to where you cut so that the best part of the pattern of the under piece can actually show through the slit.

Construction

Piece together the side panel and the centre panel, using French seams to make the side seam. Sew all the way from top to bottom.

Sew the dart and press it towards the back. (Alternatively, you can cut away excess fabric, or even make a pocket at the side seam.)

Do Steps 1 and 2 for both the upper and under pieces. Finish the allowances on the sides by folding twice and doing an invisible edge stitch. Leave the hem unfinished.

Lay the upper and under pieces together, baste and check fit. Sometimes the centre panel don’t overlap perfectly and that’s fine.

Finish the ties, including the shorter edge not attached to the waistband.

Sew the outer side of the waistband to the skirt panels by laying them right sides together. Press open.

Fold the waistband right sides together and sandwich the tie in between. If wearing the waistband unfolded, you need to attach the tie along the top of the waistband on the under wide and in the middle of the waistband on the upper side (see picture). Sew. Do this for both short edges of the waistband.

(You can interline the waistband if the fabric is too soft. I used a non-adhesive cotton interlining and cut it without allowance and stitched it onto the allowances of the skirt panels. Whatever method suits you should work.)

Turn the right side out and finish the inner side of the waistband by folding in the allowance and using an invisible stitch/felting stitch.

Finish the hem. For the corner, I prefer to do a three-fold corner so that I don't have to trim away the excess.

Wash and press. Et voilà!

[dinozarr]

jockboyfriend!gojo is literally all i can think rn ¹⁸⁺

𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 . . . is everything you ever expected. he’s cocky, he’s conceited, he’s the goddamn quarter back for christs sake; his ego only enlarges by the masses. Tornados of fangirls try and stop him daily, enthralled by his boisterous aroma and just flat out suffocating persona. If it weren’t for you than he would’ve been trampled over more than a hundred times… in a day.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Satoru Gojo not only thinks he’s the shit, but he knows he is. He got a full ride as a freshman in high school, and graduated early just so he could play for the University of his dreams. That fact alone was his token treasure when it came to showing off around the other players; his own and from other schools. He was above all else— the chosen one, if you will. He listened to no one below or above him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀No one.. except for you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He’d lick the cafeteria floor just for the sole purpose that you told him to, joke or not. Anytime word got around (which was frequent with the obnoxiously loud man) that he wasn’t going to a party, or attending an event, simply because you suggested staying in and lounging around; everyone and their mother was discussing whether or not he was genuinely for real and was actually going to listen.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And he did.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Every.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Single.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Was it because he knew that listening to you was better than smelling like booze and vomit from random strangers was unanimously 100x better? oh most definitely.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But, it was also because, he’d always end up beneath you every damn time. No matter what, you both somehow seemed to end up with him whining tremendously while lying beneath you, the flesh of your waist in hand whilst you rode him as if it depended on your life. The skirt to your cheer uniform would ride up the sides of your plump thighs, Satoru’s long and calloused fingers trailing beneath the fleece fabric and delving into the skin of your hips.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His throbbing dick prodded into your greedy cunt with ease, the juices that leaked from both of you causing an utter mess to be formed on Satoru’s lower abdomen. Each time you curled your hips while lifting yourself from the base of his dick— just to slam right back down and cause nerve rattling moans to ricochet off the bedroom walls. They (walls) may have been thin, but nothing was more ignorant than young adults that were ultimately terrified of a 6’2 cheerleader. Let alone the damn captain.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Your newly filed nails would rake against your stammering mess of a boyfriends abs. His toned abs. The same ones he’d flash to everyone after throwing the winning pass in a game. Those same abs were lathered in both of your climaxes, vague and delicate spanish murmurs tumbling from your incoherent lip movements.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “F-F-Fuck, Y/N, I-I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Oh- fuck!” he slurred out huskily through the moans he tried his utmost hardest to suppress, yet failed miserably due to how diligently you rolled your hips against his.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀When you both released with hard groans of pleasure suffocating the air all around, your upper body fell onto his chest as your combines liquids spilled from your pussy. Your leg twitched as his hand rested along the side of your ass cheek, each of you humming in delight with your eyes barely even open.

NOTEZ : guys i’m a wee bit drunk rn (almost wasted🤓☝️) and erm !!! well i thought of this so like have it ig. idk i’m going to bed goodnight 🚪🧑‍🦯‼️

ᶻ z Z ! © TAKST4Z — all rights reserved. mature discretion. please do not plagiarize or steal any of my works or graphics.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: Cuvier's beaked whale

Today's Wet Beast Wednesday post is going to be a deeper dive than usual, because this week's post is about the deepest-diving whale. Beaked whales are an elusive and poorly-understood family known for diving to extreme depths. Of the 24 known species, Cuvier's beaked whale is the most well-known. Dive in (get it?) to learn about this cryptic cetacean.

(Image: a Cuvier's beaked whale underwater. It is a small whale similar in appearance to a bottlenose dolphin, though stockier and with a shorter snout. The dorsal fin is far back on the body Its body is gray and covered in white, circular scars, likely bites from cookie cutter sharks. End ID)

Beaked whales are poorly-studied because of their remote habitats and tendency to spend more time underwater than other whales. It is also often hard to distinguish between different species without a close examination. The name comes from their skulls, which are notably toothless and elongated around the mouth, making them look like they have beaks. Beaked whales only have one pair of teeth and they only grow out in males. Female beaked whale teeth remain in the gums and never grow. Cuvier's beaked whale (Ziphius cavirostris), sometimes called the goose-beaked whale, is large for a beaked whale, with the larger males maxing out at 7 meters (23 ft) and 3.5 tons. They resemble dolphins in body shape, but with robust and stocky bodies. Their bodies are gray to light brown while the heads are lighter in color, especially in males. The melon is relatively small and the mouth is shorter than in most beaked whales, making it easier to differentiate them. The melon is an organ found in toothed whales that aids in echolocation.

(image: a beaked whale peaking its head out of the water. It is likely a male due to its white face. Its back is densely covered in long, whit scars. End ID)

Beaked whales have multiple adaptations to deep diving. During dives, the heart rate decreases and blood flow is redirected to more important organs and tissues. The lungs collapse, leaving oxygen storage to the hemoglobin in the blood and myoglobin in the muscles. Long periods of time without breathing results in the buildup of lactic acid in the blood, which can be toxic. Beaked whales have enlarged spleens and livers that may help filter lactic acid out of the blood. Their bodies are very streamlined and the flippers can be held very tightly against the body to reduce drag. There are likely other adaptations for very deep and very long dives that have not been studied.

(Image: the skeleton of a Cuvier's beaked whale. It is somewhat short for a whale, with small flippers. The skull is long and flat. End ID)

Cuvier's beaked whale is the most widely-distributed beaked whale, being found worldwide in tropical to temperate waters. They prefer to swim in very deep water and are rarely seen near shore. Cuvier's beaked whale holds the record for the deepest and longest dive of any marine mammal. The records (recorded by satellite tags) for depth was a dive to 2,992 m (9,816 ft) and for length was a 222 minute (about 3.75 hours) dive. The whales will usually make multiple shallower dives to around 500 m (1,640 ft) between each deep dive, possibly to give their bodies time to recover while still searching for food. They spend very little time at the surface between dives, usually no more than 8 minutes. These short surface intervals may be to avoid predators like orcas. Occasionally, longer surface intervals of several hours have been observed. Their hunting behavior changes depending on how deep they dive. On shallower dives, they remain silent, possibly to avoid being overheard by predators, while on deep dives, they use echolocation to find prey in the darkness of the deep ocean. Cuvier's beak whale hunts via suction. They open their mouths while retracting the tongue and enlarging the throat to create a vacuum that sucks prey into their mouths, which is then swallowed whole. Dissections have revealed that squid make up over 80% of their diet. The whales forage in small pods that coordinate their dives and hunting strategy. It has been speculated that the teeth of males are used to fight over access to females. Males have been found with scars that would seem to fit being raked with another male's teeth. Males also generally have more scars than females, which would be consistent with them fighting each other. Almost nothing is known about beaked whale reproduction, though calves do live with their mothers as in other whales.

(Image: a Cuvier's beaked whale jumping out of the water. End ID)

Little is known about the conservation needs of Cuvier's beaked whale. They are likely the most abundant species of beaked whale due to their wide distribution. They are known to be threatened by entanglements in fishing nets and have been harvested by whalers in the past. They may be targeted by the Japanese whaling industry, but it is difficult to be sure due to the secrecy of said industry. Cuvier's beaked whale is known to be vulnerable to sonar, especially mid-range sonar. They have been observed avoiding areas where sonar is used and use of sonar has been correlated to mass strandings and symptoms of decompression sickness (the bends). It is possible that the sonar drives them to ascend from dives too quickly, leading to potentially fatal gas embolisms. Notably, several mass strandings happened in the Canary Islands while naval exercises were performed there. Once those exercises stopped, the mass strandings stopped as well. Cuvier's beaked whale was described and named by naturalist, zoologist, paleontologist, and virulent racist and misogynist Georges Cuvier, who described it using a skull he thought was a fossil. There has been a small push recently to begin using the name goose-beaked whale instead to keep from honoring him.

(Image: a Cuvier's beaked whale poking its head out of the water. Its body is light gray, with a few scars. End ID)

[ciphercalamitiez]

oh god wheatley x reader x bill headcanons … [ aimed for platonic ]

I only did this because I didn’t know who to choose between (I wanted to do platonic bill and platonic Wheatley headcanons but then this idea pinged in mind..)

this MAY be a little OOC (or really OOC i hope It’s not) so uhh SORRY IF IT IS WAAAHHH (also I know you’re gonna see this Roman, hie)

—•—

hohoho oh boy. this duo you’re dealing with is past chaOTIC.

being the middle ground of these two is absolutely hellish. two talkative beings, both make bad decisions. bonus if you are just as chaotic as they are combined.

wheatley frequently argues with bill yet bill is the only one who can come up with comebacks that make sense. if anything, wheatley once screamed out “deez nuts” as an argument when bickering with the triangle guy

you can’t go a night without hearing something crash in the living room

okay arguing aside, when these two are passive with each other you three make a great trio seriously

wheatley likes to tell you about what’s on his mind and asks the dumbest shit known to man (he also asks unanswerable questions. none of them make sense) but you don’t mind yet you try to answer them, or you flat out just stare at him with confusion or idk whatever emotion, he’ll just be looking at you expectantly for your answer

bill answers the questions if you can’t first or answers after you. he makes sure his answers are as snarky as possible which makes Wheatley want to punch him (if Wheatley is human/Android in here, he will.)

cue more arguing here ☠️

anyway, hugging the two is weird but oddly nice. 

if you project Wheatley to be human/android, he’s fairly awkward when it comes to hugging (he tenses up occasionally in the hug, he doesn’t mean to) and depending on his mood, his grip can be soft to rib crushing hard, either type of hugging is nice.. hopefully. he also comments on everything during the hugs unless you ask for him not to. don’t worry, he’ll be fine with shutting up or not!

if you’re hugging the wheatBALL, he can’t really hug back sadly :( but he’ll nuzzle up against you to show that he’s enjoying it!!

hugging bill can either hurt or not. his main way of hugging is probably worse than Wheatley’s rib crushing hugs so you can barely breathe in them. however if he’s feeling nice enough or he’s feeling down/not like himself, he’ll simply just limply wrap his arms around you and rest against you

DO NOT LET THESE TWO IDIOTS COOK. NONE OF THEM CAN COOK FOR SHIT OH MY GOD

you three tried to bake a cake once together (by Wheatley’s request)

The kitchen ended up in flames and shambles and there is rubble falling off the ceiling and flour everywhere

you three commit war crimes together (bill comes up with the most heinous shit to break, wheatley’s actions go unsupervised sometimes and ends up inevitably screwing the plan up, and you have to drag them out of there)

bill and wheatley are both (jokingly) mean to each other (mostly on purpose,) argument or not but are very soft towards you and you only (not really for bill but he’ll be more considerate for you, unless you’re okay with being ((halfheartedly)) jokingly insulted, then he’ll treat you a bit more like wheatley)

when they do get along they are hellish, it’s guaranteed you’ll wake up to cats by TLT playing in the living room and the two are bouncing around together and laughing, it’s actually heartwarming

so many. pillow forts. (too many pillow forts) bill enlarged the pillows and it turned into a literal soft ass kingdom, you guys even had THRONES AND PILLOW GUARDS?? truly reality warping but it’s really pretty inside the fort

bill calls dibs on being the king so he could sit on the throne all the time, that idea gets thrown off easily though when you and Wheatley bounced around. he joined in the bouncing rather than sitting around in the soft throne

you three get into cuddle piles easily and fall asleep together, Wheatley is a heavy sleeper and bill is a light sleeper most of the time. or it could be vice versa :')

despite the fact you three are mean (again mainly Wheatley and bill against each other) to each other sometimes, you all genuinely care for each other and are really close to each other

when it comes to venting out problems, bill is usually the one to show his sympathy through physical affection (such as gentle hand squeezes in understanding) meanwhile Wheatley says the more reassuring and emotion filled things. it’s a great deal fr fr

after Everytime someone vents, everyone gets back into a group hug

in summary, you three are the bomb the slay the sillies and you wouldn’t trade any of these idiots for anyone else 

—•—

i was planning on only sending this in discord but it hit the limit so COUGH

[goldenlionprince]

Jilypad Week 2024 - Day 1

Getting together

[AO3]

Summer after seventh year is full of possibilities, but also full of dread for Lily Evans.

Her boyfriend, James, has moved in with his best friend in a nice little flat in London. Two bedrooms, a living room, one bathroom, a kitchen, a small balcony. All in an old brick building in a nice, quiet area that would be above what two normal Hogwarts graduates fresh out of school could afford. But it had been Sirius' uncle's place before he died so now it belongs to Sirius, no need to pay rent. Sometimes you luck out even if your family sucks.

She loves that little flat. They have painted all the walls together one sunny June day, just the three of them and some music. Lily had still felt off from Petunia's wedding. Singing along to the radio and painting the walls – and each other, just a bit – had helped.

They had transfigured all the furniture they didn't like – which was most of it – and added a large kitchen table Lily had insisted on. It wasn't even her flat.

And this is where the dread comes in. Lily spends as much time as she possibly can at the little London flat. Not only because she loves it there, and James is there, but also because the alternative would be living with Petunia and her new husband.

Lily has a room there, in the little house in Little Whinging her sister is so proud of. It's not really her room – Petunia never gets tired of telling her what she could do with the room if Lily wouldn't have need of it (a guest room, a storage room, a work room for her knitting, and, most recently, a second nursery) – but it's what she has to call home for now since she left Hogwarts and Petunia had sold their parent's old house and Lily hasn't found a flat of her own just yet.

Petunia feeling a tiny bit bad about selling the house without asking Lily at all is the only reason she lets Lily stay at her new shiny bliss of a home. Lily dreads to go back there. Every time she does to pick up something she left there – a change of clothes, a book, some part of a research project she is working on to pass the time – she will have to listen to Petunia complaining about her presence again. It's exhausting.

Today is one such day. She needs a few of her summer dresses, now that July is coming and the heat in the city really sets in, and a potion book she left at Petunia's house. She's not looking forward to going there but it can't be helped.

With a sigh she finishes her tea and gets up from the kitchen table to set her empty mug into the sink. It's better to go now and not drag it out any longer. This way she will be in and out before lunch time and avoid running into Vernon too. And when she's coming back James will be here again, back from visiting his parents, and the dread will leave her alone again for a while.

“Well then, I'm off. See you later,” she says to Sirius, who is sitting at the kitchen table doing his crosswords, and grabs her purse. She's halfway to the door when he stops her.

“Evans.”

She turns around to him. Sirius folds the Daily Prophet and gets up. He walks over to her and takes her hand, presses something into her palm and closes her fingers around it. “Stop being difficult.”

Lily frowns and opens her hand. In her palm sits a key to the flat. Shiny and new.

Her very own key.

Her heart squeezes in her chest.

She has to suppress the urge to kiss him then and there. It's not the first time this urge happens.

Before she can do or say anything though he steps away and slips out onto the little balcony for a cigarette.

She doesn't follow him.

*

Lily comes back to the flat with all her belongings stuffed into a magically enlarged suitcase while her dread is left behind in Little Whinging. She feels lighter. She feels a little like Mary Poppins, a magical suitcase and floating.

Letting herself into the flat with her own shiny new key feels like a new beginning.

She steps into the flat and out of her shoes and carries her suitcase through the living room and down the hall to James' room.

“There is space in the hallway closet if you need it,” Sirius calls after her from the couch, not looking up from the book he's reading.

The hallway closet that was stuffed full of the things they didn't know where to put until this very morning when she left the flat.

The urge to kiss Sirius Black rises in Lily again.

She quickly closes James' bedroom door behind her.

*

“Hey,” James says with a bright smile when he steps into the room an hour later. He had stayed at his parents' house for lunch which shouldn’t have surprised her at all.

Not everyone is running from their family.

Lily lifts a hand in greeting from the bed she had flopped onto after getting into James' room, her suitcase still unpacked, her eyes still on the ceiling where she had been starring at for the last hour or so. The key she still has in her hand jingles softly against her rings with her movement. James' grin widens even more when he sees it.

“He gave it to you,” he says when he sits down on the bed next to Lily's head.

Of course he knew about that.

“I think I'm in love with him,” Lily says to the ceiling, her hand flopping back down onto the bed, the key jingling once more like a tiny bell.

James laughs at her like she's only now catching on to something he knew all along.

*

The windows are open, music is playing, and Lily is pleasantly tipsy.

They are celebrating her moving in, or that's their excuse. The breeze coming in though the windows is warm. Lily feels like dancing.

She always does when she had one drink too many.

She tries to get James to dance with her, tries to pull him up from the couch, but he laughs at her and shakes his head.

“Your loss,” Sirius says and gets up from the armchair across from James, takes Lily's hand in his own and spins her around to the beat of the music. He's a good dancer. Lily is not surprised. She has seen him duelling, the way he moves to music is not that different.

The song changes after a while into something slower, something sweeter.

They sway to the song, Sirius singing along softly close to her ear. It's something he only does when he's had a few drinks or he's really happy. His singing voice isn't bad at all.

Lily's head falls onto his shoulder, his chin sets on top of her head.

Her eyes find James on the couch as they keep swaying to the music. He smiles softly as he watches them. When she catches his eye he gets up and comes over.

Sirius tries to pull away from her, to give his space up to James, but she doesn't let him. She holds tight, her arms wrapped around his middle. Sirius frowns but stays.

James sets his hands on Lily's hips and she leans back into him, just a little, still not letting go of Sirius. She feels giddy and warm, sandwiched between them. James hooks his chin over her shoulder, his lips brushing her ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down her spine. “Do it if you want to.”

Lily looks up at Sirius who watches them. She lifts one hand and slides it into his hair, the strands as soft between her fingers as they look. He leans a little bit into the touch and heat pools in Lily’s stomach.

She leans up and kisses him. There is a small sound of surprise that escapes his lips that she drinks in like sweet wine. Then he kisses her back and for a moment Lily forgets to do anything at all but holding on.

It takes a while until they come back up for air.

“What did I say?” James says softly, his eyes on Sirius, a smile on his lips. “Inevitable.”

Sirius laughs, the sound vibrating though Lily. They share a look over Lily's head that is so full of fondness Lily can't help but giggle and bury her face in Sirius' shoulder. Inevitable might be the most fitting word in existence.

“Do it if you want to,” she says, repeating James' words.

She can feel them both freezing up for a moment, but when she looks up she can see that they do their little thing again, communicating without words, just looking at each other until Sirius gives a little shrug. James swallows and leans in. Once he’s made up his mind he’s not waiting any longer. It’s one of the many things she loves about him.

His lips brush softly against Sirius'.

Lily can feel the shiver running through Sirius' body at that small touch and the breath that leaves James' in a rush.

They part only for a moment before their lips meet again. A real kiss this time.

There is so much love and tenderness in that exchange alone, she could watch them forever. But she's not sad when James eventually pulls back again because it means she gets to kiss some more, now chasing Sirius' taste on James' lips.

It keeps going like that, soft kisses on lips and skin, wandering hands under shirts and into hair, until they stumble from the living room down the corridor towards their bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind. Lily gets stuck in her shirt but Sirius helps her out. They both laugh as James nearly falls over in his haste to get out of his pants.

It's good. It's really good. Lily should not have expected anything else.

*

In the morning Lily wakes up warm and cosy and alone. She can hear the murmur of the radio coming from the kitchen along with laughter and voices.

Lily smiles to herself and gets up, grabbing James' shorts and Sirius' shirt from the floor. She slips into them and then follows the voices into the brightly lit kitchen.

The teasing laughter stops when she comes in.

“Morning, love,” James says from the stove, eggs and bacon sizzling in a pan in front of him. Sirius leans on the counter next to the stove, giving her a little smile and handing her a mug of tea when she comes closer.

Her favourite tea. In her favourite mug.

This time she doesn't hold back the urge to kiss him.

[broodybuck]

Title: Draw Me Like One of Your Brooklyn Boys

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, daddy kink, overstimulation, handjob, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk, artist Steve, insecure Bucky

He's lying on the couch completely nude and he'll admit it's a little chilly in here. Part of him is sure Steve put the air down before they started this. Then again, Bucky likes it cold in the apartment so he can bundle up in comfy clothes.

His cock being hard isn't helping things. That part he knows is Steve's fault. When he asked Bucky if he could draw him, he said he'd reward him afterward. And well, how could Bucky not get hard just thinking about what his reward might be. Bucky's sure he's getting fucked. How could Steve not want to fuck him after studying his body for this long? But that's just the problem, this is taking way too long.

He swears it feels like an hour has gone by and Bucky can't help but fidget in and out of position. Steve's pencil stops and glances over his sketchbook.

"Bucky, what did I say?"

Bucky sighs, resting his limbs flat again. He wonders why it's taking so long. Is Steve erasing and redoing parts... the parts of Bucky he doesn't like? Bucky wiggles again. He's restless and his cock feels heavy sitting hard in between his legs.

"Buck, you have to stay still," Steve warns.

Bucky tries to relax, he really does, but now he can't get it out of his head. What if Steve doesn't even want to draw his cock when it's all needy and enlarged like this? Maybe he'll skip over it.

"How much longer?" Bucky asks.

"Almost done."

"Please, can I have a break?"

"Of course," Steve says, putting his pencil down.

He stands from his chair. He steps over to the couch and gazes down at Bucky's naked form. Bucky squirms under his heated stare. He glances at his cock, he knows Steve can see how hard he is. No one could miss it but suddenly, he's not sure if he wants Steve to see.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks.

"I don't look good, are you sure you wanna draw me?"

Steve's expression drops.

"Why would you say that?"

Bucky shrugs. He hasn't been insecure about his looks in a long time but occasionally it creeps up on him at the most random times.

"Bucky," Steve says softly, his hand cups Bucky's face giving him a sense of comfort just from the gentle touch. "You look perfect."

Steve sits down on the edge of the couch, his thumb strokes across Bucky's jaw. Bucky leans into the touch.

"Can we be done, please?" Bucky asks.

"Yes, baby," Steve allows and nudges Bucky forward with the hand. Bucky sits up and crawls into Steve's lap, hugging him tightly. Steve rubs a palm up and down his back comfortingly.

"Buck, do you need a reminder of how much you're wanted?"

Bucky hums non-committedly. He's just happy to be in Steve's arms not posing motionless on the couch anymore.

"Come here, let me see," Steve coos.

He gently pushes Bucky back and then stares down between his legs.

"Beautiful," Steve marvels.

He grazes the shaft with the softest touch of a fingertip. It makes Bucky shudder and he remembers how good Steve makes him feel. Okay, maybe he is happy Steve is looking at his cock again.

Steve leans in to kiss the side of his neck, then the edge of his jaw, and finally his lips. Bucky melts into the kiss, his whole body sagging forward from it. Steve holds him up with his hand above his ribs. When his other thumb smears a dribble of precum from the head, Bucky moans brokenly. Steve spreads it down the shaft and then wraps his hand around it. Okay, yeah. Bucky wants it now, really fucking wants it.

Steve starts with a slow up stroke, then rubs under the sensitive head. He repeats the motion, pulling his fist down to the base then back up and rubs. Bucky's eyes squeeze shut, his breath shudders.

"You're perfect, baby. I'm gonna give you everything you need."

Bucky nods, hiding his face in Steve's shoulder. Steve's fist sets off in a fluid motion, pumping him faster. A perfect mix of heat and speed firing up and down his dick until Bucky can't keep still. He needs to whine and thrust up into Steve's hand.

"Please, please, please," Bucky begs, panting.

Steve doesn't stop, he pumps him hard and tight until the pleasure is coiling at Bucky's spine. His toes curl, his nails digs into Steve's shoulder blades and he comes.

The pleasure rushes through him and he can distantly recognize the warmth of Steve's hand continuing to stroke him up and down. The pleasure begins veering on the side of too sensitive and Bucky starts to squirm helplessly.

"Daddy—" he gasps.

"Have to get it all out, every last drop," Steve commands.

He covers the wet head and twists his wrists in quick circles that make Bucky's body jerk from the overstimulation. He cries and writhes from it.

"I can't—"

Steve keeps going and massages his balls with his other hand until soon the near pain turns to pleasure, blinding pleasure. Bucky's body shakes with it and he feels his cock come again, dribbling more release into Steve's heated palm.

Steve finally frees Bucky's spent cock and kisses him. Bucky's heart swells under the kiss, his body feels high. Steve pulls him against his chest, holding onto him tight. Bucky snuggles into him, then feels another kiss press onto his forehead.

"I'm always gonna take care of you, baby."

[captainmvf]

Face markings and what they mean for my Stex Meta:

Face paint is a pretty huge signifier of train culture and it's actually a pretty interesting history! All trains are made or designed with at least a bit of paint or makeup on their facial features and certain designs and patterns can mean many things.

Older trains appeared with little amounts of makeup and complex facial paint. Many older train models either had large strokes of few colors or only had one or two patterns. All early models of steam locomotives had X-marks on their cheeks while others can have the uncommon 'rosy red' circular cheek marks like we've seen with the McCoys.

Most common makeup you'll find on all trains is going to be heavy makeup and eyeshadow. Usually coaches, freight, and trucks were the ones to be made with these signifiers to tell them apart from a distance from their human coworkers. Locomotives would slowly get heavy eyeshadow over time. Nowadays, freight cars wear less makeup and are made with contrasting patterns on their faces for humans to be wary of their strengths and feats.

Coaches are designed to match humans near one-for-one with flat teeth and toned-down makeup and facial markings with skin tone colors. Many will have their lips and eyes touched up with blush on their cheeks. They will even wear colors that match their car.

The most common facial markings you'll find are the 'racing stripes' on the cheeks of trains. Their position varies from train to train, some of the rarest even going through their eyes. Some trains can even have two or three, two being uncommon and three rarer.

Upon the invention of the diesel locomotive, a the 'eye black' markers were designed and implemented onto said diesel locomotives. Very soon freight and trucks also adopted the markings to show off that they're fierce. Most of these markers are painted to reflect light and draw sun away from the train's eyes. There are some variations, especially for professional racing trains and high-speed rail locomotives.

Younger trains (especially the teen body type) will actually have lesser makeup and face paintings. It's commonly found that trains recognize those with fewer markings to not have as much responsibility as a train and will not burden younger trains with harder tasks. Some engineers have found that giving younger trains more facial markings will not allow them to bond with human teenagers as well as trains. Some will only wear one or two colors.

One new peculiar marking is the 'snakebite' lip markings you'll find on paleontology storage cars. Some cool people call them 'raptor bites' and many trains with these signifying marks will have enlarged canines to match.

Modified cars have been ongoing in the past fifty years but there have been recent waves of refurbishing old defunct cars and converting old models into fashionable cars. Most artists and engineers tend to design the facial markings to be over the top to make their train stand out. You'll see all kinds of rare markings based on how eccentric the artist is.

[sonicjustbecause]

Sonic - official art VS official models.

Sonic and Shadow - heads

I said i'm trying to do 3D sonic models for everybody to play with. And I aim to make them more faithful to the art rather than to in game models. But I'm a total newbie with Blender. I approached it years ago to create new morphs for DAZ studio. And I did some architecture stuffs. While originally I wasn't interested in 3D art (I though it was boring to do), I found myself having fun. I realized I could do things I was unable to do by drawing alone. I use 3D to enhance my own drawings.

But is about Sonic models I'm talking about now.

Shadow just needs same Sonic base, they look identical. Everything that works for Sonic, works for Shadow. His natural eyes are round, the scowl is his defensive expression, not the shape of his eyes.

Although I do not like the modern, angular, smuggy style, the core is still here. The new art is as valid as the old one to analyze. I think the old one should be kept as reference to inject that nice, soft, rubber hose style of early '2000s.

If you don't like the rubber hose style, then keep the modern art as reference.

Side view (it seems in art the forehead is way thinner)

Actually the only good front view reference. I didn't like the Terios ones. (A curiosity - in cat languages, those flared out ears indicate anxiety and is a submissive demeanour. The aim is to scare the opponent but is from a position of vulnerability).

An official Amy, side view. Sonic, Shadow and Silver have the same head shape. In Silver is clearly visible even in the model since he has way fewer quills.

Cheeck also official art

In Sonic's Uekawa's art - arcs and forms wrap nicely, forming a pleasant, balanced figure. The head is roughly round (Slightly egg shaped from the top, similar to a real life human head).

To draw this starting with a good looking sphere should already do a lot of the job.

But is 2D art. a bit tricky. You can cheat in 2D. You can't in 3D.

The head models

SA2

A good model, cute and close to the art. Its full potential was wasted, I tested it a while ago and it's base allows for a lot of expressions, the very same from Sonic adventures. The eyebulb is roughly round, easy to animate. A bit too thick eyebrows, probably for a better readability (it was low poly).

The negatives are the quills, it seems Shadow looks good only on front view, Sonic only on side view. Also, on sideview the muzzle is too flat.

Modern head models

About the modern head, a thing I strongly dislike is the tall, elongated cranium. Eyes also look elongated and ugly. The angular cheek is another negative point. Lack of brow, stiff expressions. Usually when I work on this model, I enlarge the head - X plane - by about 30/50%

The positive are a better silhouette for the quills in all view and clearer proportions. On sideview, the head is fine.

Overall, I don't like it.

Sonic Prime

Sonic Prime is a interesting blend between modern and adventure design, with some original elements like the more horizontal shaped eyes. The quills are very long The overal look is soft.

The negative is the lack of brow and the prominent cheeks.

Is a very nice model.

Sonic Boom

Sonic Boom's lanky and stiff bodies are certainly ugly. But the model of the head is surprisling close to the art and very interesting to analyze, it has a lot of strenght.

The cheek wraps nicely around the head and does not stick out more than necessary. The most positive thing are the expressions. the double eyebrow here doesn't happen. Is unfortunate it has not much brow.

the bad are certainly the quills, they're too short and the extra mini quills makethe silhouette unneccessarily jagged.

Overall a good head model.

The forehead wrinkle appears when needed...

I won't analyze the movie models simply because the style is totally different and I'm focusing on game style.

[ghoulodont]

Born Unwise

What’s a little impromptu dental exam between friends?

Relationship: Swiss/Dew Words: 1338 Tags: Ghoul Lore, Teeth, Non-Sexual Intimacy

Read below or on AO3

“I’m telling you, humans don’t have fangs.” Swiss leans back against his hands where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. Dewdrop had been sitting next to him, but is now lying down with his legs dangling over the edge.

“Not true. They just don’t have these ones.” Dew taps his pointed lateral incisor.

“No, the other ones aren’t the same either. Look it up or something.”

“Fine.” Dew types human teeth into his phone. He scrolls through the search results and enlarges one clinical-looking photograph. He holds up his phone to Swiss.

“See? I told you,” Swiss gloats.

“What? Look at that.” Dew zooms in on the upper left canine and pushes his phone closer to Swiss’ face. “Is this not a fang?”

“No, no, it’s not sharp enough. It’s different.”

Dew holds his phone screen over his face so he can look at it while he presses the tip of his finger against the cusp of his own upper canine. It is sharp. If he pressed harder he could probably draw blood.

“For humans, none of them are sharp like that. All of their teeth are like our lower ones.”

“Really?” Dew moves his exploring finger to the opposing lower canine. He’s never put any real thought into it, but indeed, it’s much less sharp than the upper one. It comes to a point, but the point is rounded.

He looks closer at the image on his phone. He switches to another photo and zooms in on that one too. It’s hard to tell from just a picture, but what Swiss says is plausible.

“Here, look.” Swiss opens his mouth slightly and points to one lower canine.

Dew sits up and peers into Swiss’ mouth. He holds up his phone to compare. Yes, the lower canine looks like the one in the image. And yes, even visibly, the upper one is much sharper. The diagonal edges are almost beveled like a knife, and those edges meet at a stark angle at the cusp. It looks like a weapon, something intentionally created to cut. In comparison, the human canines on his phone look like stones worn smooth by a river.

Dew puts his finger on the front of Swiss’ fang and slides it down to press against the side of the sharp tip. Then he places the pad of his finger the tip of the opposing lower canine.

Swiss bites down on his finger.

“Hey.” Dew snatches his hand back.

Swiss grins. The teeth past his incisors are offset from each other to form a perfect zigzag, fitting together like puzzle pieces.

Dew pivots on one knee and puts his opposite leg over Swiss’ body so that he’s sitting on his thighs, facing him. “I wasn’t done.”

“Continue, then.” Swiss is still grinning.

Dew drops his phone on the bed. He presses his thumb against Swiss’ lower lip and his fingers below the point of his jaw. It doesn’t take much force to make his mouth drop open.

He returns the index finger of his other hand to the cusp of Swiss’ upper canine. He slides his finger to the adjacent first premolar. Its outer cusp, the one adjacent to his cheek, is just as sharp as the canine but not quite as long. The cusp closer to his tongue is shorter than the other one, and not sharp at all. His second premolar is similar, shorter than the first but only slightly. Behind that, his molars also have pointed cusps, but only in a human way, natural, like a mountain ridge.

Dew sweeps his finger back in the other direction, over his premolars to his canine, then to his lateral incisor. Unlike a human’s, it’s pointed. This is the most distinctive feature of a ghoul’s smile — the fang that humans don’t have. Despite that, it isn’t actually very sharp. Dew feels the canine again to compare.

Swiss’ central incisors are perfectly human, with a flat horizontal edge that feels smooth against Dew’s fingertip. Opposite them, his four identical lower incisors are also flat and smooth. His lower canine is pointed, but not sharp, and so are his lower premolars.

Dew runs his finger over Swiss’ upper teeth again. Flat incisors, pointed lateral incisor like a human canine, sharp canine like a dagger. Sharp premolars, but only on the side closer to his cheek. And then regular human molars.

He drops his hands to Swiss’ shoulders and leans back a little. Swiss closes his jaw, goes back to grinning.

Obviously this isn’t Dew’s first time seeing a ghoul’s teeth. It also isn’t the first time he’s seen Swiss’ teeth up this close. Nor is it the first time he’s touched Swiss’s teeth; he had done that quite intimately, actually. But he had never paid this kind of attention to them. He had never really inspected them like that. The multisensory fusion of sight and feeling is greater than the sum of its parts.

His own teeth, though, he had inspected those. He would never tell anyone about it, but it’s one of the handful of clear memories he has from being summoned. In the bathroom, alone, on unsteady legs, he remembers leaning in close to the mirror over the sink and examining himself, his face, his horns, his teeth, his few ghoulish traits.

Somehow, he understood much of the world around him from his first moment of awareness. He already knew what a mirror did, what to use a sink for, what horns and teeth were. But he saw himself — his face, his horns, his teeth — for the first time. It was like he had lived an entire life he had no memory of, and the only things left of it were objective and impersonal.

He was in that bathroom long enough that an attendant had to come by and knock on the door to check if he was still alive.

Regardless, he had been alive long enough now — eaten so many meals, brushed his teeth however many hundreds of times, all of those mundane things — that he knew what his own teeth were like. And what they were not like.

“How are they so… straight.”

Swiss shrugs, pushing Dew’s hands up with his shoulders. “Just grew that way, I guess.”

Dew’s teeth didn’t grow that way. They all ended up in the right place, more or less, but some of them are rotated, some of the adjacent ones overlap. One of his upper lateral incisors is tipped to the side, pointing more towards the middle of his chin than straight down.

It’s never caused him any issues. It’s just something else he’s never never paid much attention to.

“Aw, are you self conscious?” Swiss teases. He cups Dew’s jaw with both hands and pushes back his lips with his thumbs, forcing Dew’s face into an awkward imitation of his own expression.

Dew isn’t self conscious, honestly. Some of the other ghouls have teeth like his, and so do some humans. And some humans get their teeth moved around in their mouths to make them less like his. He’s not sure why, if it’s just for cosmetic reasons or for something else. But he sees no reason to fix what isn’t broken.

“You’re not self conscious, are you?” Swiss’ smile falters. He loosens his pull against Dew’s mouth.

“I’m not, it’s just interesting.” Some of the consonants in Dew’s answer are distorted around Swiss’ thumbs.

“I think everything about you is perfect.” Swiss runs one of his thumbs over Dew’s teeth, over one crooked fang.

“Stop, I said I’m not. Don’t be gross.” Dew can’t tell if Swiss is still teasing, pushing his buttons, intentionally saying things that he knows will make Dew squirm.

But Swiss is looking at him like he really means it. His eyes are soft and his smile is gentle now, having relaxed from his characteristic impish grin.

Dew presses his body weight against Swiss’s shoulders until he leans back, the two of them tipping over together and tumbling onto the bed.

[seabreeze2022]

The Bahamas May 2024, part 1.

Yoga on the foredeck while waiting for a weather window.

This year we would only spent one month in The Bahamas. In the past we have spent 3 months there at a time. With less time available we prioritized visiting Cat Island and Conception Island. On May 2 we casted off lines in the afternoon and motor sailed to Tavernier Key. Boat seemed sluggish and we got there too late to dive the bottom. Woke up early on the 4th before daylight. Struggled to the reef. Engine was overheating, speed was only a couple of knots. It looked like a 24-36 hour crossing instead of the normal 12. So we aborted the trip just after day break. Next weather window was in 2 days.

Here Nancy is scrubbing the bottom of the hull. While waiting for the next weather window we checked the bottom of the hull. In a months time it had grown so many worms and barnacles on the prop and hull it could not sail more than 3 knots. So we used paint scrapers to clean the hull and prop.

When we left on the 5th it was a normal speed. Looking at a 12 hour 75 mile crossing of the Gulf Stream to South Riding Rock.

Nancy working on her refrigerator. I am not allowed to open the lid. When you open the lid and don’t know where everything is, you are wasting precious cold air. Nancy has to rotate the frozen foods every two days.

May 5 th we are off 2 hours before sunrise to South Riding Rock. We have a great crossing with calm seas. This late in the season there are no Crawish traps in the water. Great mental relief not worrying about wrapping one around our prop in the dark.

About 15 miles prior to the nearest land in The Bahamas a small wren flies aboard and heads for the V-berth. Just like last years bird it does not survive.

The first night Nancy stays at the helm till midnight and we anchor on The Bahama bank near Russel Bank. A bit sloppy overnight but we survived. We could see the glow of light from Bimini 45 miles away. The next day we anchored off of Great Harbor Cay in the afternoon. Then the next morning we went to the Great Harbor Cay Marina to check in for Customs. Customs here primarily takes care of the cruise ships with its thousands of people. So they were very slow to show up and a bit haughty when they did. Again the Bahama islands with the most tourist interaction are bit of a negative. Once I was through with Customs everything brightened up. The marina is small and quiet. Freddy the dock hand never stops talking and is very opinionated. I can only take him for limited time. “Fettuccine” is anything but small. He is a fixture around the dock. Nancy ended up buying a dozen frozen cleaned Conch for $60 from him.

Sunrise in the protected marina. Air conditioning was wonderful. Today we borrowed the marina bikes and rode to the south side of the island. Nancy had procured our Aliv phone card so we were back in business.

With the weather showing light winds for a few days. We top off the diesel tank on the way out of the harbor on the 10th.

Rounding the north end of the island we pass two cruise ships docked at “Coco Cay.” Poor people think they are seeing The Bahamas. But they never get to see the real Out Islands or the people.

This is The Bahamas that were prefer. Not everyone is lucky enough to experience the absolutely beautiful and peaceful beaches. This is Ambergris Cay just south of Great Harbor. Flat calm water for our two days here which is rare and much appreciated. Makes getting the dinghy engine on and off the dinghy much easier. Following are some of the best photos of our cruise. If you tap on the photo it should enlarge on your screen. Then, either tap it a second time or the sliver of photo on either side to scroll through the photos without the commentary.

We plan our day to beach comb during the low tide, when the beach is exposed.

This is Money Cay one of our favorite islands. There is one place with large chucks of coal scattered along the beach for 50-100 yards. Obviously from a nearby wreck. It must be completely covered in sand because there is no wreck visible nearby.

Nancy on the right side of the photo. This sand flat is exposed for miles. Tides now are larger with a nearly New moon.

In 6 hours there will be 3 ft. of water here. Until then we will explore.

We found this unique pool feature and will come back later for more photos.

No human footprints to be seen, just prints from a Heron.

Contemplating Driftwood.

Part of the wreck that washed ashore. Several old broken bottles are strewn around the beach.

As the tide began coming in we headed back to the boat for diner and cocktails when the sun sets over Ambergris Cay.

Day two at Money Cay, back for more photos.

Hundreds of small mollusks walking around the exposed sand flat make for an interesting site.

Dana in the tidal pool.

Walking back to the dinghy.

Our dinghy anchored out. We use two anchors so we don’t get stranded. Today I had towed Nancy to shore on her padddleboard.

Nancy enjoying herself.

Back at the boat we have secured the dinghy for our 60 nautical mile run to Eleuthera. With our limited time this year we need to move south whenever the weather permits. Now it is time to enjoy the sunset over Ambergris Cay till next year.

[theberrybrothel]

Berry Brothel Christmas

“Merry x-mas girls, It's showtime!” I wake up and my nose is immediately assaulted by the smells of cinnamon, gingerbread, eggnog, and of course rum. It's X-mas at the Brothel, so management has prepared a special list of acts for the patrons who have decided to brave the cold, and spend some of their money on us.

 I look in my assignment box and find my act for the night; the card is red, decorated with reindeer. It says: ‘All I want for X-mas is You’. I smile to myself, just the one I was hoping for. I get dressed for my little number. I'm wearing a sexy elf costume, tight green pants to show my ass and a low cut green crop top to show the tits. Its matched with a pair of high heels that curl at the toe ending in a bell, so every step I take jingles. I top the outfit off with a short green cap with bells around the crown so I jingle even more. Still jingling, I step out into the main hall to join my group for the evening.

 Tonight I'm joined by Brenda, sporting a sexy Santa outfit complete with gloves. Can't beat the classic, and Eartha who is going for a hipster christmas party vibe. She is wearing a knit beanie pulled low over her head, covering her brown hair and an ugly christmas sweater that is sporting a malibu barbie theme. The look is completed by the converses she has on her feet. We start walking to the green room, and talking about what we are gonna do after we finish this show, and are done for the night. 

“Going out drinking with Christy, Ann and Jen. They have to be back early though so I’m down to chill later” Brenda says. “They all are working the late shift upstairs covering for some of the staff that went home for the holidays' ' Brenda has worked at the brothel for a while, so she has the extreme stripper curves that so many of us get after a few months of inflation. Honestly, Management can mold us however they want but they don't want to change much from the tried and true.

Eartha is one of the few exceptions to this. Management keeps her flat as a board, in all places. For the odd duck that isn't into curves, or wants a very specific type of transformation. It's probably the reason that Management denied her request for time off. Some V.I.P with those specific tastes is going to be in town. “I think I’m going to put on Die Hard and sleep the rest of the night. I’m going to go visit the Fam for New Year since Janice can cover my clients.”

“Ugh you have the most predictable tastes in movies Earth” Brenda teases. “How about you Jordan?”

“I might head over to the Punk Rock Museum, see who is playing. It will be a nice change from the Christmas pop”. 

 We get to the fork that leads to the green room and the main stage.Brenda splits off to the stage. Looking through the window in the green room, Eartha and I see the stage has been made to look like a literal stage from a high school auditorium. Brenda’s client, a well dressed man sits in the single chair facing the stage. I recognize him from some of his other visits. He is a nice guy; respectful too. Bennet I think his name is.

Brenda walks out and strikes a pose. The light projectors fill in three dancers who will all be linked to Brenda’s movements. We call this a shadow dance. Brenda takes a shot of blueberry liqueur, we use that when gum will mess up the performance. As the music begins to play. Brenda starts lip syncing.   

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring

Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun

Now the jingle hop has begun

Brenda begins by stepping forward slowly and sensually, using her enlarged assets she adds an extra jiggle and shake to every one of her steps. The Shadow dances mirror her, so when She bends over to Bennet he had four sets of cleavage surrounding him.  He only gets a quick peek before . She twirls away the tell tale blue spot appearing on her nose and quickly flushes her face blue.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time

Dancin' and prancin' in jingle bell square

In the frosty air

The other three dancers all stay their natural color as they continue to mirror Brenda’s movements.

Brenda places her hands on her thighs, and sticks her rear out. Bending over to give him a better look at her now blue tits. They have started bloating up, smoothing the wrinkles of her outfit. A sharp eye can also see the slight belly bump that is pressing on the shiny Fabric of her costume. He smiles back at her and she stands up straight, slapping her thighs in the process. She has timed it so that the blue flush is passing right through her smack.

What a bright time, it's the right time

To rock the night away

Jingle bell time is a swell time

To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh

Now that she is fully blue, she begins to make slow hip shaking twirls emphasizing the size of her hips as they get fuller and juicer with every twirl. Simultaneously a blue band can be seen separating her red top and red skirt.  She faces away from Bennet so that he can inspect her rear, bending over again so that it is fully on display for him. she gives it a bit of a shake before standing up again.

Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet

Jingle around the clock

As she stands back up the man spanks her bare ass causing it to jiggle. She turns around with a playfully shocked look on her face, repeated by the other 3 girls that circle around his chair.  The four dancers line up placing their elbows on the girl in front of them’s ass they all playfully wag a finger at him. No touching until she is ripe. 

When she stands up you can see the blue band has grown, her belly button is now on full display. The middle of her extreme hourglass is filling in her thighs filled with juice widening her stance. They have also become hard to bend, causing her to have to swing her legs out to take a step forward.

Brenda tries to do the sexy stride that she did when she started the dance but now it looks silly and awkward. The four girls all line up in front of Bennet facing away from him placing a hand on the dancer next to their ass cheek. they shake and rotate their hips sensually. Brenda’s inflated hips hit into both dancers on either side of her, throwing off their rhythm.  The shadow dancers all turn and look at her. they mockingly look angry that her size is messing up their choreography; they all stop mirroring her and go sit on Bennet’s lap like groupies, teasing him with their perfect breasts and asses, while Brenda struggles to finish her routine.  Due to her rapidly increasing size when she turns around and struts rather waddles away. my, you can see that booty jiggle!  The fabric of her costume breaks away with a sharp snap leaving her naked in the middle of the room as she awkwardly still tries to dance.

Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet

That's the jingle bell rock

Her breast are really out of control now, jiggling and bouncing with every tottering step she takes. her body has started the process of rounding out filling in her once luxurious curves higher and higher on her body until she is more or less round.

What a bright time, it's the right time

To rock the night away

 She takes a few more tottering steps before her body has totally outswelled her legs and forces her feet from the floor. Bennet smiles at her, past the groupies as he watches her flap her limbless hands and feet helplessly in an attempt to finish dancing to the song. The three shadow dancers leave Bennet and take positions on each side of the stage. With a nod the first gives Brenda a hard shove and rolls her to the other two dancers waiting to catch her. After sending her back across the stage one of the dancers brings Bennet up on stage and positions Brenda in front of him. Another dancer places a large prop bow on her so she looks like a helpless present. Brenda looks at him with her big puppy dog eyes “Master I think Im ripe”. she says the words breathlessly trying to contain the anticipation that is in her voice. He stands up, pushing the holograms away as they look on with jealousy, and free’s he very hard cock.  “Well then time for your present berry.”

Jingle bell time is a swell time

To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh

  He rolls her so that her mouth is at the level of his dick. dutifully knowing what he wants, she opens her mouth  to takes his cock moaning through it and licking at it. I am told that bjs are extra good here because the guys can feel the juices flooding your mouth. plus all that swallowing is really good for getting guys off.

Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet

Jingle around the clock

Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet

  Bennet grabs ahold of Brenda’s hair as he begin to speed up his thrusting face fucking her with passion  

That's the jingle bell

 Brenda’s eyes go wide as she feels Bennet’s member stiffen in her mouth she knows whats coming and that she is powerless to stop it

That's the jingle bell

 He comes in her mouth, hard by the way his body is shaking.As he finishes the lights in the room go out so that the pair can be taken to a more private playroom. 

That's the jingle bell rock

Eartha ribs me as she heads out of the room “Guess it was a ‘swell time’ after all.” I roll her eyes at the pun

[plasticsurgeondelhi]

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[skxrbrand]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

When it comes to verbal communication, the Bloodkin are the most laconic of the daemons. Though perfectly sentient (most of the time), most Khornate Daemons are not creatures who make rousing speeches or long winded monologues. Most of their communication is nonverbal body language obvious enough that even non-khornate daemons and mortals can guess a Bloodthirsters mood and intentions at any given time.

Not that this is particularly hard to start with...

Perked Ears - The Bloodthirster's ears are moderately mobile. When perked and tilted forward, you have it's undivided attention-- for worse or better.

Flattened Ears - Offense, aggression, or much more rarely -- Fear. Ears may also flatten to avoid damage in battles.

Side-ways ears/ 'Air Plane' Ears - Confusion/Uncertainty. Uncommon and brief-- confusion usually terminates into anger and so side-ways ears flatten soon after 'airplaning'.

Head Tilt - Curiosity / Confusion. Often paired with perked ears. The Bloodthirster's teeth will be hidden / partially hidden, assuming they have lips to hide them with.

Wings Folded In / Hooked Around Self - By default, most Bloodthirsters have their wings at half-flare, so that they can utilize them quickly ('be ready so you don't have to get ready'). A Thirster with it's wings folded is calm, perhaps even off it's guard. The most 'conversational' state to encounter a Deathbringer in.

Pawing / Snorting / Tail Flicking / Growling / Flashing Fangs - All signs of, you guessed it, annoyance or aggression. More severe than flattened ears. Bloodthirsters often do not have substantial tails, so the first and last two behaviors tend to be more evident.

Staring / Steady Eye Contact - More aggression.

Stiff Tailing - Again, this is difficult behavior to spot as Bloodthirsters often do not have substantial tails. A still, non-wagging upright held tail communicates dominance / the desire to dominate to all other Daemons present. Coupled with other stiff, and enlarging behavior.

Looming - Looming is a dominance display, invading the space over another daemon and demonstrating the size difference (and suggested strength difference) between the pair of you. Height doesn't necessarily correlate with strength, but does contribute to ones intimidation factor. This is part of why Bloodthirsters can take umbrage with Greater Daemons who are bigger than them, Khornate or not.

Hackles Up - The mane of hair between the horns, running the neck, and running down the back will stand up with the design of making the daemon appear larger and more intimidating. Aggression (usually restrained), but also possible fear / alarm.

Play-Sneezing - In dogs, this is behavior to let the other dog know that they are playing / not serious in a playfight. In Bloodthirsters, this behavior is exhibited between an older Bloodthirster and a much younger one, usually a forgling, and usually after it has stepped out of line in the eyes of it's superior. It is appeasement behavior and practically unseen outside of this dynamic.

Horn Grabbing - Unlike Stiff Tailing, Horn Grabbing is a direct and unambiguous expression of the Bloodthirster's higher station over another Daemon. It is a physical invasion of another being's space as well as the grabbing and threatening of the horns which are socially important throughout all chaos factions, excepting perhaps the Tzeentchians. The Horn is grabbed and the head is wrenched to uncomfortable angle. Or completely off, depending on the Bloodthirster's mood.

Snout Wrinkling - Annoyance or disgust. When paired with growling and bared teeth, annoyance hardening into aggression. Volume is in proportion to intensity of the annoyance/aggression.

Wing Flaring - A challenge. Dominance. Aggression.

Chest Beating - Usually done with an object, such as the Bloodthirster's axe. The Daemon will clash the flat of it's axe against it's chest or perhaps another object. Could be done to express anger, confidence, exuberance.

Straightening the Back - Most Bloodthirsters have a natural hunch; in posturing situations, they may draw upon their true height and stand completely straight.

Hand on Shoulder - A physical greeting between Bloodthirsters. Most are verbal; this type of greeting suggests longstanding familiarity or particular respect from the Khornate to the recipient.

Lowering Eyes / Avoiding Eyes Contact - Submission, usually from one seasoned Bloodthirster to another, more dominant Daemon. Less obvious than the previously discussed 'sneezing', this lacks the appeasement to the other Daemon.

BONUS: Forglings can be told apart from older Bloodthirsters due to the presence of a tail, their sleeker bodies, and larger ears relative to their heads. Their ears can go through some funny stages before reaching a Tempered (Matured) State. This hazing is considered traditional among Bloodthirsters, so most grin and bear epithets such as "odd ears" "soft eared" "foldie" ect.