#mydriase

[mapsontheweb]

Many seas, only one ocean

by mydriase

I just completed this map from an inspiration of Chiara Phillips (see her website here) showing the world's ocean as one, with the Spilhaus projection. Hope you like this new perspective and data visualisation!  

More maps on my website if you feel like browsing and find more maps and articles :)  

[drom0mania]

Sans titre

T’as dit quoi ?

T’as dit quoi j’ai pas entendu

Plein les tympans les soupirs

Les sirènes les acouphènes

Quelle nuit

Une de plus à équarrir

À éplucher à transpirer

Une de plus

Deux cent BPM

Un caillou mydriase

Les soupirs et les sirènes

Trottoirs sales les acouphènes

De l’ouate les tympans

De l’ouate les synapses

L’œil glauque la nuque

Au feu rouge

Les talons frappent le goudron

[maximuswolf]

I had the best coffee I ever made with my moka pot ... by accident

I had the best coffee I ever made with my moka pot ... by accident I generally follow the method of keeping an eye on the pot when it's on the electric plate, making sure the flow and the heat is steady, in order to extract as much as I can and not "burn" the coffee if it makes sense. avoid too high temps and the sputtering phase. the other day, the opposite happened, I was doing something else and forgot about the pot. it sputtered coffee everywhere and I managed to take it out of the heat.I then tasted the coffee and it was absolutely perfect, rich in flavour, very distinct notes, strong bodied but not a single bit of bitterness, the smell and taste were perfect. it's extremely rare that the coffee I make is so good. But that buggers me is that I made it by accident, in a way that is the opposite of what should be done with these pots. any idea why it happened ?just to add more info : this was the coffee I made, in a medium moka pot. the water was the same, maybe even worse that the one I am used to (I was in northern france at that time, where the water is notoriously hard) Submitted March 30, 2023 at 03:46AM by mydriase https://ift.tt/wWvBcg3 via /r/Coffee

[kn1dognose]

Système Nerveux Autonome et médiation de la peur chez le chien. Pension canine Corneilla-la-Rivière.

Pension canine pour chien à Corneilla-la-Rivière proche de Millas, Prades, Perpignan. Education canine. Cours de dressage canin proche Toreilles , Ponteilla et Saint-Cyprien  en méthodes positives et bienveillantes.

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Système Nerveux Autonome et médiation de la peur chez le chien

Plusieurs changements physiologiques se produisent avec l'apparition de la peur. Ces réactions sont médiées par l'hypothalamus via le système nerveux autonome en conjonction avec divers mécanismes hormonaux. Le tableau d'ensemble est celui de l'urgence et de la préparation à agir face au danger.

Les concomitants physiologiques courants de la peur comprennent :

la dilatation pupillaire (mydriase),

la vasodilatation rétinienne (entraînant une lueur rougeâtre des yeux),

l'horripilation (poils dressés sur le cou),

l'hypoalgésie (perte de sensibilité à la douleur),

la perte d'appétit (à la fois alimentaire et hydrique),

l'hyperpnée (rapide halètement ),

irritabilité alimentaire avec diarrhée,

augmentation de la transpiration (visible sur les coussinets des pattes du chien),

tachycardie (rythme cardiaque plus rapide) avec contractions plus dures, et potentialisation réflexe (actions réflexes de sursaut et de retrait plus fortes).

Un concomitant important de l'excitation sympathique est la stimulation directe de la médullaire et la sécrétion d'épinéphrine (adrénaline).

L'épinéphrine stimule et augmente les processus sympathiques et améliore la capacité d'un animal à fuir ou à se battre.

Sous l'influence d'une peur intense, un chien peut uriner, relâcher les glandes anales ou déféquer. L'anxiété chronique peut entraîner une polyurie et des mictions irrégulières.

Enfin, le comportement appétitif comme manger et boire est supprimé par la peur.

Article annexe :

Neurobiologie de la Peur chez le chien

Extinction de la peur conditionnée chez le chien

La peur chez le chien. Apprentissage et mémoire

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[les-portes-du-sud]

Au commencement, les yeux ne voient pas. Ils sont ouverts, entre les rideaux des paupières, mais ils sont noirs. Ils n'ont pas de lumière. Les yeux ne servent pas. Ils ne sont pas faits pour voir. Quand on a appris cela, on n'a plus peur de l'ombre et du vide. Les yeux sont des moteurs pour aller dans l'autre sens, vers le futur, vers les pays inconnus, vers les rêves, les choses de cette nature.

Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio

Image: T Cmask Dreams 17  

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[mydriaselasso]

[inna-maaimura]

Le Grand SPLATSCHO    infrabase n°1   /   INNA MAAIMURA

2009  OPUS ONE / Mydriase, Montignac-Lascaux, Dordogne.

Inna MAAIMURA invite Nicolas BAZES et Rémy PINAULT

pour une résidence de 9 jours et 9 nuits en continu ouverte au public à tout moment.  INSTALLATION - PERFORMANCE sur une idée de INNA MAAIMURA

Une cérémonie en très grandes pompes

Ici pendant le grand Splatscho final, … Maurice Moncozet

[oneshotolive]

On the banks of the Somme river during a Misty morning. [OC] [6000x4000] ig @kalaabaaz

📷: mydriase

[jangmi-latte]

open the doors. she awaits you inside once you’ve stepped foot. you can never leave again…

“Good evening, y/n…”

She smiled, her intertwined hands placed on top of her crossed legs as she glanced at you from the dark areas of the cafe. The lights are off. Nothing but brown, red, and white candles emitting purple and pink flames surrounded the area while you just stood there. Were you scared? Please, don’t be. Could you see her? Maybe. You see nothing but a silhouette of a woman sitting on a desk. Was it really a desk? You beg to believe.

“Don’t be scared, my dear.” Her soft voice spoke, sending shivers down your spine as you saw her hand reach out to you. “Come here. Let me talk to you. I have a little something in store for you. You won’t be harmed, I assure you.”

You felt hypnotized. She was luring you into something you don’t even know. How did you get into this…cafe? One by one your legs began to move. Your feet moved achingly slow as you stared at her silhouette. Do you want to believe her? Just listen to her voice. She’s a friend, not a foe.

You stopped just a few feet away from her. The lights angled, maybe it moved, in a way where all you could see were her lips. They were stretched in a small smirk that made you inhale sharply. Your eyes began to wander down to where she sat. And you gasped. It wasn’t a desk.

It was a coffin.

She followed your gaze to look down at where you glanced. A sickening sweet giggle left her lips as she stood up and pushed your chin to make your eyes meet hers. “Don’t worry. Nothing’s in the coffin.” The heel of her foot kicked the coffin, the cover opening to reveal three doors floating in a mist of purple, red, and gold. A litte corgi popped her head out of the coffin with a scroll in her mouth. Waddling over to her mistress as she took the scroll and opened it.

“Not a body… at least…”

“W-Wait. Who are you?”

“Ah. How rude of me to not introduce myself. I’m Chii. I will be your guide to the world you have created—”

“I created?” You cut her off while your gaze held worry and confusion. Her smirked widened as she approached the doors. “Yes.”

“Welcome, amica mea. To the world where your fate lies within your hands.”

“Can you please explain?” you gulped and nervously glanced at the doors. She just held the open, empty, scroll in her hands as she looked over her shoulder. “Sit down. Let this guardian guide you through your adventure.”

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄…

y/n, listen carefully. you have to choose. you have entered a new stage in your life where your choices can affect your future. these three doors have yet to open. only one door will open depending on how you choose your path. i will lead you through it all. just listen to my whispers. i will guide you. do not be afraid. 

these three doors holds someone in them you will meet soon, but that’s something only you and i will know. if the candle in front of the door lights up, that’s the only door you can enter. NEVER enter prohibited doors. there will be punishment. now listen here…

this area will hold the main story. this will be your guide to help you through your adventure. read carefully, wait for the options at the end of each door. make your choices wisely.

prologue - the masquerade

one - the acceptance

two - the audacity

three - the hunter and the young boy (door one and door two)

four - ???

this is one of the three doors i’ve showed you. it holds someone inside and IF fate led you to him. his door will open. now hush now. you can not enter this door unless you’ve made your choices and followed along the main story.

THIS DOOR IS STILL LOCKED.

another prohibited door for you to enter. hush now, dear. be patient. do not rush. do your tasks carefully and his door will open. let fate bring you and this man together. again, it lies in your hands.

THIS DOOR IS STILL LOCKED.

your choices reflects your future. this door is dangerous. i suppose, if you really are destined, this door will open. can you tame the beast the hides inside this door? be careful, y/n. take a deep breath. i won’t leave you.

THE DOOR IS STILL LOCKED.

hello! welcome to jangmi-latte’s ‘choose your own route’ 1k special! yes! we have finally reached 1 thousand followers and i would love to thank all of you for that! actually, we’re nearing 1,400 followers already and i’ve hit the milestone back in august but due to requests, this took quite a while to publish. fear not, i’m still working on the requests but this will be your dear chef’s main project for the milestone!

the objective of this story is for you, dear reader, to choose the guy you want to end up with. yes, we are focusing on pomefiore in a vampire alternative universe. this au will be gender neutral HOWEVER, there will be nsfw routes where i will use FEMALE pronouns. the nsfw routes will not be part of the main story/character route. you are free to think of those nsfw chapters to be part of your main story or not. disclaimer, THIS ADVENTURE WILL HAVE NSFW THEMES IN THE MAIN PLOT! if uncomfortable, you are free to leave.

this pinned post will act as your masterlist through your journey. if you have any questions, feel free to ask me and i will see you all in the prologue!

tagging:

@twstpasta @panacea-wishes @mydriases @collarjessie @twsted-caramel @softforriddlerosebaby @athaliesworld @raven-at-the-writing-desk @soukoku-trash-fanfictrashtoo @kingy-o @trashy-mctrash @peachykindalovesyou @goldenagedfollies @vivianvivvia @usagiairabokerdole

[mapsontheweb]

The tides of Europe

by mydriase

[peggyannmourot]

La gestation fut longue, le parcours semé d'embûches, mais au final il est beau, il est lourd, il est soyeux, il...il fait 200 pages et 1 kilo 300 tout d'même.

Je suis ravie. Je suis très fière aussi. C'est à ce jour le texte que j'ai préféré illustrer. J'ai adoré le découvrir, le lire, et bref la vie est belle tout d'même.

Treize pages donc. J'aime bien le treize. Treize pages de Calvo haletantes et mes dessins et j'en suis très fière aussi.

Je vais m'en remettre ça va aller mais il faut comprendre... D'abord ça a commencé quand j'ai vu mon nom dans la liste des auteurs et que j'étais juste sous Michael Moorcock. J'ai eu les yeux en mydriase trois jours juste à cause de cette information. Et puis Adrian Smith, David Lloyd, Pat Mills !!!

Bon alors là à ce stade les copains font la gueule, mais bien évidemment oui je suis fière et ravie d'être à vos côtés mais je ne peux quand même pas tous vous citer deux fois même si je suis emphatique ! Alors je vais me contenter de remercier et citer Gabriel, mon maître et mon mentor, Richard, qui a toujours des mots encourageants, Calvo pour les collaborations passées et à venir toujours épiques, et bien sûr Jérôme, l'éditeur qui est derrière.

Et puis mon homme qui n'est jamais très loin il faut bien dire.

Voilà, je suis bien contente ! (j'ai fini)

~

GRYYYM, avec :

Attila Futaki, Gabriel Delmas, Guillaume Bouges, Michael Moorcock, Joseph Lacroix, Patrick Pion, Romain Rogier, Adrian Smith, Thibault Vermot, Justine Gasquet, Sabrina Calvo, Peggy Ann Mourot, Elena Guidolin, Julien Raboteau, Georges Clarenko, Akileus, Tommy Lee Edwards, Marazano Richard, Simon Léturgie, Chris Lenté, Chrysostome Gourio, Bruno Letizia, JP Krassinsky, Fay Dalton, Pat Mills, David Lloyd, Guillaume Chuffart, Vincent Pelletier, Richard Gez, Grégory Makles, Paolo Massagli, Alkbazz, Jérôme Barbosa, Julien Burn Brunet, Framax Framax, Julien Gardon, Sébastien Loraine, Nicolas Nemiri, Christophe Poot.  – avec Gryyym.

Pour ceux qui souhaiteraient une dédicace, c'est possible, je fais ça sur une double page noire et à la peinture en format 30x40 si je n'ai pas l'ouvrage entre les mains. Me contacter en mp ou par mail. Une commande groupée avec le portfolio que je finalise regroupant toutes mes illustrations est bien évidement possible. Pour ceux qui n'ont pas encore l'ouvrage et qui voudraient tout ça, quelques exemplaires "version luxe" disons, seront disponibles en versions dédicacées et avec le portfolio uniquement. Luxueux mais pas ruineux. Mp, mail, tout ça.

Je finalise donc un portfolio qui regroupe les 9 illustrations que j'ai faites pour GRYYYM toutes dans leurs versions d'origine. Plus de détails pour le portfolio ? 4 cartes 4 Ex-Libris A5 1 Grand Tirage en 30x40 30 exemplaires seulement le tout numéroté signé.

[bhb-equanimitimmarcescible]

Les fruits de la Glycine de Chine sont des gousses vert brunâtre, veloutées, dont les bosselures marquent l'emplacement des graines (de 3 à 5) plates, brunes, arrondies avec un hile caronculaire blanchâtre nettement marqué. Toxicité Toute la plante est toxique. Le danger provient essentiellement des graines. L'ingestion de graines provoque rapidement (30min à 2h) des troubles digestifs majeurs avec vomissements, hématémèse, diarrhées, céphalées, puis confusion, perte de connaissance avec mydriase et leucocytose. https://www.instagram.com/p/CfZD7d7NHRn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mydriaselasso]

[inna-maaimura]

INNA MAAÍMURA /  études pour “RAIMBAUT D’ORANGE  le neuvième, UN TROUVER OBSCUR”

[jangmi-latte]

overview:

both choices has different progressions. proceed with your decision and i’ll see you on the other side. you will be welcomed by another door at the end. no choices, just proceed carefully.. 

𝐓𝐰𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲

                                                         ...

The moment he grazed his lips against your ear, you weren’t even able to comprehend what happened next. As if on instinct, you swing your fist behind, nearly hitting him if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s a vampire. He effortlessly dodged your attack and swiftly grabbed your wrist, pulling the other behind you and slamming you against a tree. The pain of having your skin scrape against the trunk made you whimper.

What a bad idea it was to even think about attacking a vampire when it was also a vampire you explicitly told you not to even think about attacking one. Where have Charmaine’s teachings gone? Let alone, where has your common sense gone to?

“Feisty.” He chuckled. It wasn’t a good chuckle at that. It was mocking you. He was making fun of your ill attempts of even trying to hurt him. A mere mortal going against a pureblood. “This is the first time I’ve encountered a mortal even trying to attaque [attack] a pureblood. How tough of you. You’re just fueling the fire in my body, mon chou!”

“How do you even know my name? You already said it — stop calling me mon chou!” you protested, only to wince when he tightened his grip on your wrists. You could feel your blood cutting off from getting into your hands as they began to feel cold and prickle.

You were going numb and you couldn’t feel your hands anymore. Your pain was entertainment in his eyes. y/n, are you going to be tough and keep on mocking him or submit?

“I know a lot about you, y/n. But let me ask you one thing. I can’t let Roi du Poisons get harmed just because of your futile attacks. Tell me, amica mea, are you going to behave?” he hummed before pushing you further against the trunk. Your lips opened to let out a small scream of pain the further your skin scratched against the sharp wood. Goosebumps crawled up your body as you whimpered.

His lips pressed against your neck, threatening to pierce his fangs deep into your skin, he smirked. “Or do I have to discipline you?” 

“D-Don’t bite me!” you screamed, heart palpitating and breathing escalating. How could you go against a vampire at this point? You weren’t certain whether you would make it out alive or not. You couldn’t be content with the fact they wouldn’t kill you. They’re unpredictable creatures.

He hummed, vibrations felt on your skin, feeling him take in your scent. “Don’t worry… I wouldn’t bite you just yet.”

You wanted to talk back so badly. You wanted to prove to him you aren’t a weak human. Yet, your quivering body has given enough signs to him. You gulped, feeling him lessen the pressure on your head. Your skin was scratched and wounded, however, it was a good sign there wasn't any blood that prickled out of the wounds. 

“Sir Hunt.” 

The vampire has dropped his hand from your head, still keeping a tight grip around your wrists. “Oh? What brings you here?”

“Dinner for the guest has been prepared. His Highness Schoenheit is waiting for you to bring them in. He added that it’s best for you to hurry up.”

You couldn’t see who was talking but you kept a quick note on what his voice sounds like. It was deep and old. You would think it was an old butler of the household. You didn’t care, what you wanted was to be away from this man’s hands and somewhere safer even if the home itself did not resonate with any safety. 

And Sir Hunt…

Fuck.

“I see he’s in a bad mood once again. Worry not, Lumiere, I’m on my way,” commented Hunt as he pulled you away and made you face the mansion. “Now now, y/n, just like what I told you. Do not make any attempts to hurt Roi du Poison. I won’t be gentle next time even when you make a faulty attempt on planning to hurt him.” His voice sounded bittersweet, making fear eat away your confidence and silence your mouth. 

“Am I understood?” he growled in your ear, surprising you as your breath hitched. How could his demeanour change so quickly, you wonder. Truly an unpredictable creature. You best wish not to mess with this man any longer. You wish not to evade any space near him. Find your circle, find your safe spot in a house full of monsters.

“Yes,” you choked out before he smiled once more. “Now then, let’s head inside and clean you up. You have to look your meilleur absolu [absolute best] when facing Roi du Poison!”

And towards the mansion you were dragged with hands being held behind your back by no other than Sir Rook Hunt.

You failed to give a good impression and now you are to be watched by residents of the mansion.

 Proceed to Chapter Three, Door One

                                                       ...

“I-I’m not delicious for you to d-devour so you can let me go!”

You yelled, absolute bullshit if one would think, followed by a nervous chuckle. Are you going to lie when you say you’re not delicious? Maybe. You were sweating, who would want to have a sour taste of a bite should a vampire want to bite you, right? Absolutely disgusting. 

You gulped and looked down at the grip he had around your waist. Neither tight nor lose was his grip. Easy to escape but not entirely good nor safe for you to go and run. Still dangerous to play with these creatures of the night. He stayed oddly quiet after you yelled that. It was scarily nerve-wracking. 

“Can you please let me go—”

“Tres bien!” he laughed, his hand lifting up to cover his eyes as he continued his tremendous laughter. The arm around your waist had dropped for him to clutch his stomach. Amused is he to hear a corny remark from you. Humans are entertainments to them and you were no exception. You faced him in surprise, confused to see a vampire laugh at a statement you blurted out of nowhere. Should you be thankful you escaped whatever the hell he planned to do to you or worried that he’s just being sarcastic?

Elusive bastard.

“My my, mon chou. Quite an impressive way to hear something so merdique from a mortal!” he howled as he looked back at you. His hat shadowed the upper half of his face yet that didn’t stop from his sharp, narrow, glowing green eyes to narrow at you. His smirk was alluringly lethal to look at. Pearly white fangs prodding from his lips made your blood run cold as you pressed your back against the carriage door. How are you to respond to his statement?

The fuck does merdique mean?

You sucked in your bottom lip, eyes staying glued at him wearily. You spoke, “S-So…” you began and hesitantly glanced over at the mansion before continuing, “Are you to guide me to the mansion or—”

“Not just yet, y/n.”

You snapped your head back to look over to him. He had his arms crossed as you watched his eyes scan you from top to bottom. You were clearly uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, under his steady stare. Observing you, was he? He tugged you away from the carriage, face moving closer to yours as you squeaked in surprise. “H-Hey!” you instinctively yelled before he placed his finger on your lips.

“Raspberries...wood...angel’s breath...hollyhock…”

“Huh?” He was mumbling to himself. This man couldn’t confuse you any further, now could he? “You were indeed under Charmaine Loiselle’s care…”

“What?” you questioned again. “Didn’t she tell you anything? Or maybe… I don’t know…” You fiddled with your fingers as he took a step back. His lips stretched in a small smile as he said, “I don’t trust that woman.”

“Why?”

“Ah! Too many questions, mon chou. Come now. Let’s not make Roi du Poison wait.” He placed a hand on your back before guiding you over to the mansion. “But do be aware that you should keep your hands to yourself, y/n. We wouldn’t want anyone hurt…” The way he said it made your mind spin into a valley of questions. Too talkative are thee if you were to ask. He was suspicious to your eye and you were no different to his. What is his motive, you wonder?

“Rook…” someone called from the doors of the manor, “I was just about to head out and call you... Vil’s getting impatient…”

You eventually got on Sir Hunt’s good side. But who is the one at the door…?

Proceed to Chapter Three, Door Two

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[mapsontheweb]

A map of Europe seen by a raindrop🌧️

by u/mydriase

So I made this map showing Europe divided in two: if a raindrop falls in Berlin, Toulouse, Warsaw or London, it will cross Northern Europe, flat terrain and mostly farmland and eventually end up in the waters of the great Atlantic Ocean, or in the North Sea and maybe in the Baltic Sea too.

On the other hand, the other half of Europe shows the area where raindrops will travel south, crossing a rugged terrain, more arid lands, to end in the Mediterranean Sea or the Black Sea too.

I was inspired by the map showing North America Great divide, between the watersheds ending in the Pacific Ocean and those ending in the Atlantic Ocean. I find it fascinating that you can cross the two ans that there’s a line going through thousands of kilometres that will determine where a raindrop will go.

Hope you liked it! More maps on my website for fellow map nerds