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[dracolilhoe]

Severus x Y/n

(Severus and Y/n having an argument)

Severus: "Darling, the whole reason we are in this situation again is because you cant follow the rules!"

Y/n: "Sev, rules are made to be broken!"

Severus: "Is that why you're wanted in fourteen countries?"

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 27

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: stuff is going on at work (I'm not in trouble) but it's kinda dramatic rn so...

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Dr. Kemp walks in with a cup of tea and puts it in front of you. He insisted on making it for you and you were too hazy to deny him. You're still reeling from your session with Andy and now you're struggling to reset before your one-on-one. 

He smiles and backs away, slipping your journal from the table where you left it and bringing it to you. You take it as he claims the vacated armchair across from you.

"So," he leans an arm on the chair casually, "I know it's been a long morning. We'll try not to overwhelm ourselves, yes?"

You nod and look down at the journal. You're already there. You feel like folding over and shutting down.

"How are you feeling? Is it a lot?"

You swallow and mouth a 'yes', too weak to get much out. You can feel him watching you. You can't even look back at him.

"Right, I guess... there are some things we need to delve into. For your own good."

"Okay," you croak, resting your journal in your lap.

"Have some tea, get settled," he suggests.

You reach forward, keeping a hand on the notebook as you take the mug. You blow over the steam and inhale the scent. It smells different.

"I brought it with me, I hope you like apple cinnamon," he says.

Finally, your eyes flick up and meet his. He watches you expectantly so you take a dainty sip. You hum, it's tasty.

"Thank you," you say and put the cup back on the table.

"Not at all," he runs his fingers along the armrest, "I have a very sensitive question for you."

Your brows draw together. You stare at his neck. He takes a breath, chest rising and falling.

"How much experience do you have in intimate relationships?" He asks.

The room goes stolid as you blink. He waits as you clutch the book tight, nearly bending the hard cover. Your lip twitches and your lashes flutter.

"I..."

"I know it can be hard, but we need to talk about these things. It's obvious you have some shame associated with that part of your life and self. That's not healthy but we can't treat you if you don't talk about it," he explains, "so, you don't need to tell me everything. That's something else you can put in your journal, okay?"

"Okay," you agree, "I can do that."

"But I still want an answer. There are some things I do need to know," he prompts.

You hang your head. You bite your lip deep as you weigh how to say it. Really, it's simple.

"None," you murmur, staring at your toes, "no one wants me."

He hums thoughtfully, "maybe not before, but you must see now that that's changed. I think it's obvious how Andy feels... isn't it?"

You nod again, a lump in your throat.

"But let's not focus on him, let's talk about you. Just you. Is there anything that you've done... alone?" He leans forward, just a little.

You blanch, breathless as the room tilts. You know what he means. You can't believe it. He's only trying to help, right? He is a doctor after all.

You grab the mug, comforting yourself with the hot porcelain. You part your lips and close your eyes. Just be honest, he's not there to judge you. He might even be able to help you.

"Yes," you utter tightly, "not... much. I... I was scared... so... just a little... touch."

You hear him inhale, "right, good. Thank you for your honesty."

Your eyes snap open, "your welcome."

"Let's go over your homework," he stands and you shrink down just slightly.

You watch him as he slowly crosses the room. He has very nice eyes, you think, and his hair looks soft. There's something about him that is welcoming in that moment.

"Just a second, okay, sweetheart?" He holds up a finger.

You force a half-smile and wait as he leaves the room. He comes back with a small plastic bag. It's black and unmarked. You've never seen a bag like that. 

"May I sit?" He approaches the couch. You wave to the cushion quietly, "so, this is what you're going to work on. If you're going to get more comfortable in your relationship, you have to get more comfortable with yourself." He puts the bag on top of your journal, "you can use that to... explore yourself."

You look down and stare. He laughs again, softly. "Go on and look, it's yours."

You hesitantly touch the seam of the bag. You trace your fingers to the top and lift up the edge. Your eyes widen as you see the small silver shape in plastic packaging. You think you know exactly what it is.

"I can't..." you begin.

"You don't have to use it but you do need to... experiment with yourself. It's healthy." He says, "but if you need it... you have it now."

You move the bag under your journal as if to hide it. You give a noncommittal nod.

"And you can write down how you feel after," he offers, "oh, and... I can give you my email? If you have questions outside our typical sessions. How about that?"

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a burgundy pen, "can I put it in your journal?"

You bite down and reluctantly put down your mug. You open your notebook to a blank page and hand it to him. He puts down his email and shuts the book, putting it back in your lap.

"You did a really good job," he gently brushes his knuckles down your sleeve, "what happened to that purple sweater? I haven't seen you in it."

You shrug, "Andy liked this better..."

"Well, you shouldn't wear what Andy likes, you should wear what makes you feel nice," he gives a tug on the sleeve and draws away, standing with a groan, "well, I think you've had enough of me. Go enjoy your tea, doctor's order."

You look up at him. You slide forward and take your mug, standing with trepidation as you watch him. He smells like a forest. You like it.

"See you next week, right?"

"Sure, next week," you agree before turning away. You're just happy to get some time alone. You feel like you haven't had much of that lately.

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"Dove," Andy's timbre undercuts the chirpy tones of your music. You look at the door and lower the pen from your tablet, tapping pause as your dread returns, "Steve's heading out. Why don't you come say goodbye?"

You put your tablet aside and push yourself heavily across the bed. You stand and drag your feet, the handle rattle before you can reach it. Andy opens the door from the other side. 

"Sorry, I was drawing," you murmur. 

"That's fine," he says, "he asked me to come get you."

"Alright," you shrug.

Andy's eyes fall to your new outfit; the one you'd chosen yourself that morning. You see the small twitch at the corner of his lips. You move past him as if to outrun his ire.

You go downstairs and find Dr. Kemp by the door, buttoning up his black wool jacket. He has a scarf around his neck and you recall the redness in his cheeks upon his arrival. You peer out the narrow pane beside the door. 

"Is it very cold out?" You ask.

"Probably even colder now," he smiles with good humour, "I never mind it. Favourite time of year."

"Oh," you bounce on your feet, "Amber always says it's hot chocolate season."

He chuckles, "that's a good way of looking at it. Hot chocolate; I'll have to remember that next time I come."

"Oh, uh, no, you don't have to–"

"I didn't say I have to, but I want to," he assures, "you a marshmallow girl? Or you like whipped cream?"

You can't help a smile of your own, "either."

"Alright, I'll bring both," he promises, "I'm sure Andrew will stick with his dark roast."

Andy growls but doesn't argue.

"Well I see I've overstayed my welcome," Kemp says, "I'll leave you two alone. Oh, Andy," he continues as he checks his watch, "what did you need me to bring for Thanksgiving? You said no to the peach cobbler so I have to learn how to make something else."

"Bring whatever," Andy replies dismissively.

"Oh, now he changes his tune," he scoffs, "what's your favourite?" Kemp looks at you. "For thanksgiving?"

You think and suddenly feel very sad. You remember the little dinners you would have with Amber, just the two of you. She always made you your favourite dish even if it wasn't very traditional.

"Banana pudding," you eke out grimly, "but… it's not very seasonal, I guess."

"But delicious," he says, "you okay?"

"Yeah, I… I'm fine," you fold your hands in front of you, trying not to let your homesickness seep through. "I… I'll see you next time."

"Sure thing," he winks, "Andrew," he nods and shakes the other man's hand, "you take care of her. She's had a long day."

You stand, spaced out, his silhouette blurring as you hear the door open and close. You just want to lay down and not think. You don't even have the energy left to draw.

"Dove," Andy touches your sleeve, "what's going on?"

"Nothing, tired," you lie. 

"Alright," he accepts dully, "maybe you should relax like he said. How about I run you a bath?"

You don't answer. You pass him and head up the stairs. You can't tell him the truth, you know it'll make him mad. You don't want banana pudding, you want Amber's banana pudding.

"Hey, talk to me," he follows you, "a nice bubble bath sounds nice, doesn't it? It'll help take the tension out."

"Fine," you mutter as you get to the top of the stairs and turn down the hall.

"Is that it? No thanks?" He says tersely.

"I'm sorry," you face him just as you get to your door, "thank you, Andy, I really appreciate it."

"Do you? I thought we were making progress."

"We…are," you frown.

"Uh huh, is that why you brought her up?" He challenges. You shake your head. "Amber… you mentioned her and now you're all upset about it."

You push your lip out, "I miss her."

"You're better off here, where you can get better."

"I know but… she's still my sister."

"Right, and how much do you think she cares? She's got a whole house to herself now. And you've got one too," he gestures to the walls, "you have to stop thinking of that place as home, this is your home," he insists, "so go grab some PJs and I'll get the tub going."

You dip your head. You’re just sad, you wish he would realise it’s not his fault. That you’re lost and you always have been. You don’t know who you are or where you belong.

“Thanks,” you whisper and turn to open the bedroom door.

“Grab some of your new pajamas,” he says.

You go inside and open the dresser. You didn’t fail to notice that it found its way back flush to the wall. That must’ve been when Andy took your journal. That thought bites at your sadness, instead sparking your anger. You still can’t understand why he would do that.

You stop as you open the drawer and stare inside. You sift through the neatly folded clothes. A frilly pink nightie, another pair of pajamas with shorts printed with tiny purple hearts, items you would never pick for yourself. You remember what Dr. Kemp said.

You push aside the new sets and pick out the pair of plaid jammie pants and the grey sweatshirt with Snoopy on it. That’s your favourite pair of pajamas. Amber had the shirt with Woodstock. You hug the fabric and use your hip to close the drawer.

You grab the same novel you’ve been trying to finish since you got here and go back into the hallway. You near the bathroom door and peek inside as Andy bends over the tub. You clear your throat and set your things on the counter.

He stands and shakes the water of his hand. You can smell lavender. He faces you and dries his hand on a towel. His eyes drift from you to the clothes on the counter.

“Oh, those are… cute.”

“I like em,” you wring your hands.

“Yeah, but… they’re old. You have all your new stuff.”

“There’s no holes,” you argue, “and it’s getting colder.”

“Sure, sure,” he crosses his arms, his sleeves snug to his biceps.

You keep your eyes to the floor and move to stand against the counter. You glance over at the door, waiting for him to leave. He hesitates, stopping just in front of you.

“Dove, is everything okay?” He asks.

You tilt your head and examine the tiles. Your pulse is erratic. You shouldn’t say it. It’s not a big deal. But Dr. Kemp says you should speak up.

“No,” you clasp your hands tight, “I’m… I’m… annoyed that you took my journal.”

“Oh,” he lets the single syllable hang, “is that it? I apologised.”

“Yeah, but… but you went into my room and you went through my stuff,” you say, your tone wobbly, “and that’s… that’s wrong.”

“Well, dove, your room? This is my house,” he corrects you, “it’s not like I was snooping. I just forgot to ask you to grab it so I did it myself.” He sighs, “you know, I love you but you make such a big deal out of things.”

“It’s a big deal to me,” you sniff, “and… and you didn’t mention Thanksgiving. I didn’t know– I didn’t know we would do that. I… what if I don’t want to?”

“Don’t want to. Sweetie, why wouldn’t you want to? It’s a holiday. Our first,” he puts his hands on his hips.

You’re quiet. You swallow tightly. You take a breath and release it slowly. Your heart flips and you feel the room shift.

“Can I invite Amber?” You ask so abruptly that you have to slap your hand over your mouth. The thought escapes so fast you can’t stop it.

“Amber?” He repeats bitterly. “Why would you wanna do that?”

“Well, Thanksgiving is for family and… and you said, I want to… I want…” you can’t catch your breath, “to— say… s-s-sorry.”

“Calm down, alright? Don’t be so dramatic. Why? Sorry for what?”

“For hurting her. Like I hurt you, right? That’s what you said.”

He looks away and your eyes flick up briefly. His jaw is set and his eyes are fiery. You shy away as he faces you again.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he backs up and grabs the door, “take your bath. Get your head straight.”

He storms out and slams the door. You whimper and stare at the painted wood. You’re so stupid. One step forward, a hundred backwards. You just can’t let things be good.

[dollydearful]

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❀˖Pronouns₊˚

𓍯doll/dollself, cracked/crackedself, fragile/fragileself, delica/delicate, cute/cuteself, porcela/porcelain, lolita/lolitaself, lae/lace, silk/silkself, ny/nym, mae/maeself, ae/aers

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❀˖Titles₊˚

𓍯the doll on the shelf, the doll who was shattered, the one who is delicate, the porcelain being, the frilled one/doll/being, {prn} who broken, the doll left behind, {prn} who dresses cutely

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TITLES ︙　the (porcelain / ball-jointed) doll . the handmade doll . the doll made with care/love . the cherished doll . prn who has doll-like beauty . the doll-like beauty . prn who is like a doll . the fragile doll . the doll adorned in lace . the dolled-up darling . prn who is dolled-up

[crossroad1960]

In un bellissimo pezzo sul Corriere, Mara Gergolet ha ricordato «la feroce lucidità» con cui, in Germania, i figli si rivoltarono contro i genitori vissuti sotto il nazismo e complici della Shoah: come avete potuto? Ma la domanda giusta è un’altra: al loro posto, che cosa avremmo fatto? Dovevano porsela loro e dobbiamo continuare a porcela noi. Soltanto la grande fortuna di non aver vissuto quei tempi di tenebra ci consente la supponenza di dire io no. La risposta esatta, però, è non lo so. Appena finita la guerra, Marek Edelman disse a Léon Blum: che cosa ci hanno fatto i tedeschi? E Blum rispose: non sono stati i tedeschi, sono stati gli uomini. È successo e quindi può succedere ancora, ha detto un giorno Angela Merkel citando I sommersi e i salvati di Primo Levi. Noi qui – in questo piccolo spazio e in questi anni – abbiamo spesso raccontato che l’antisemitismo aumenta senza sosta, nella destra e nella sinistra estreme e fra gli immigrati islamici radicalizzati, e ora le generazioni, che con feroce lucidità hanno accusato di connivenza i genitori e i nonni, vedono i loro nipoti e figli in piazza a dire l’indicibile. Vogliono la riattivazione delle camere a gas. Mettono la bandiera di Israele nell’indifferenziata per il ripulire il mondo. Chiedono l’apertura dei confini per uccidere i sionisti. Disegnano le stelle di David sulle porte degli ebrei. Assaltano le sinagoghe. Rivedrete Hitler all’inferno, scrivono sui cartelli, e disegnano Anna Frank con la kefiah palestinese. A Berlino, Milano, Sydney, Lione, New York, Varsavia, Tunisi. Siamo nel momento preciso in cui dovremmo chiedergli: come potete? (Mattia Feltri)

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Caro Feltri, la stessa domanda dovremmo porcela nei confronti di Hamas, di Hezbollah, dell’Iran, dello Yemen, dell’Afghanistan e di tutti i regimi totalitari fondamentalisti, e non solo da oggi.

[athinveil]

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse

A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,

Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.

Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo

Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,

Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question ...

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,

Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,

Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,

Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,

Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,

And seeing that it was a soft October night,

Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

There will be time to murder and create,

And time for all the works and days of hands

That lift and drop a question on your plate;

Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,

And for a hundred visions and revisions,

Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —

(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —

(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,

And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,

When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

Then how should I begin

To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—

Arms that are braceleted and white and bare

(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)

Is it perfume from a dress

That makes me so digress?

Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.

And should I then presume?

And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets

And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes

Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!

Smoothed by long fingers,

Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,

I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,

After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,

Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,

Would it have been worth while,

To have bitten off the matter with a smile,

To have squeezed the universe into a ball

To roll it towards some overwhelming question,

To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,

Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—

If one, settling a pillow by her head

Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;

That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,

Would it have been worth while,

After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,

After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—

And this, and so much more?—

It is impossible to say just what I mean!

But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:

Would it have been worth while

If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,

And turning toward the window, should say:

“That is not it at all,

That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;

Am an attendant lord, one that will do

To swell a progress, start a scene or two,

Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,

Deferential, glad to be of use,

Politic, cautious, and meticulous;

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;

At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—

Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old ... I grow old ...

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves

Combing the white hair of the waves blown back

When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea

By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

[wildbeautifuldamned]

sAntique Continental German Style Porcelaic n Figurine, 7.25 H x 8.5 W-l1600 (1)

[theirhoneyblue]

informada deformidade

onde é tentado achar à cada pedaço de linha aonde foi achado um jeans tão cabível

suas peças se mesclam com as curvas

e mesmo que não haja, as peças dão um jeito de te encontrar

me dói profundamente entender

que nem se eu for em cento e dois mil lugares diferentes

eu me encaixo aonde elas estão

é sobre se sentir meio molenga

meio deformado

mas não no estilo abstrato que compõe grandes museus

deformado no sentido de meleca

grande demais para espaços pequenos

pequeno demais para espaços grandes

mesmo se determinar-me à arrancar todos os intrusos da pele um por um

ainda não vai ser retrato de porcela que verei

você fica agradável à todas as peças

deslocado talvez chegaria pertinho do que sinto

eu sei que os intrusos moram aqui

e eu sei que tirando-os,

eu tiraria parte de mim

mas não é sobre isso?

apagarmos cada pedaço de história

que remete a eles quem somos nós

cortar o pedacinho de pele restante

e deixar tudo miseravelmente e milimetricamente com beiradas retas

não se pode ser meleca

não se pode ser grande ou pequeno demais

se não, isso estraga sua risada

seu sorriso

estraga e compete comigo

eu sou tipo o elefante rosa no meio da sala

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El paleontólogo brasileño Rodrigo Müller ha descrito en Scientific reports un nuevo género y especie de reptil gracilisúquido, a partir de fósiles hallados en una formación geológica al sur del país. Lo ha bautizado con el nombre de Parvosuchus aurelioi y sus restos datan de hace más de 200 millones de años. Reconstrucción artística de dos ejemplares de ‘Parvosuchus aurelioi’ en un paisaje triásico. / Matheus Fernandes Por Ana Hernando Antes de la dominación de los dinosaurios, los pseudosuquios (Pseudosuchia, ‘cocodrilos falsos’) eran unos reptiles cuadrúpedos que vivieron durante el Triásico (hace entre 252 y 201 millones de años). Estos animales, cuyos ejemplares de menor tamaño se denominan gracilisúquidos (Gacilisuchidae), convivieron con algunos de los carnívoros más grandes de la época. Ahora, el paleontólogo brasileño Rodrigo Müller ha descrito en Scientific Reports un nuevo género y especie de gracilisúquido, a partir de los restos de un ejemplar hallado en la formación geológica de Santa María, en el sur de Brasil. Este yacimiento es famoso por haberse encontrado allí también restos de dinosaurios Los gracilisúquidos eran pequeños y carnívoros. Los individuos de mayor tamaño alcanzaban solo 1 metro de longitud. Hasta el momento, solo se habían encontrado restos de estos reptiles antiguos en yacimientos de China y Argentina. Müller, que es investigador de la Universidad Federal de Santa María (Brasil), cuenta a SINC que realizo el descubrimiento mientras analizaba fósiles donados a su institución por el paleontólogo aficionado Pedro Lucas Porcela Aurélio. Paisaje del Triásico medio-tardío del sur de Brasil que muestra a un gran ‘Prestosuchus chiniquensis’ alimentándose del cadáver de un dicinodonte mientras ejemplares de ‘P. aurelioi’ compiten por las sobras. / Matheus Fernandes Entre los restos, le llamaron la atención unas vértebras articuladas incrustadas en una gruesa roca. Inmediatamente, inició el proceso de preparación con ayuda de soluciones ácidas y martillos neumáticos. Durante este paso, partes del cráneo fueron sacados de la roca, revelando un cráneo completo. La investigación anatómica indicó que estos fósiles pertenecían a un reptil desconocido. Por otra parte, algunos rasgos parecían ser similares con los enigmáticos gracilisúquidos. Esqueleto parcial El esqueleto parcial data de hace unos 237 millones de años y consta de un cráneo completo que incluye la mandíbula inferior, 11 vértebras dorsales, una pelvis y extremidades parcialmente conservadas. Estas características clasifican a este ejemplar como un gracilisúquido, lo que la convierte en la primera especie de este grupo confirmada en Brasil, según el investigador. El autor ha denominado a la nueva especie Parvosuchus aurelioi, que deriva de ‘parvus (pequeño) y ’suchus’ (cocodrilo). El nombre rinde homenaje a Pedro Lucas Porcela Aurélio, que, además de haberlos donado, fue quien encontró los fósiles. Los dientes de este pequeño reptil depredador tenían forma de cuchilla adaptados para comer carne y estaba especializado en cazar presas pequeñas. Según relata Müller a SINC, “el descubrimiento de los restos del Parvosuchus aurelioi en la Formación Santa María, que también ha albergado huesos de algunos de los dinosaurios más antiguos, da pistas sobre los ecosistemas que existían antes de los albores de la era de los dinosaurios”. El paleontólogo Rodrigo Müller sostiene el cráneo fósil de ‘P. aurelioi’ / Janaína Brand Dillmann Ecosistemas complejos Por ello, agrega, “la presencia de este reptil de escaso tamaño entre fósiles de depredadores mucho más grandes sugiere que estos ecosistemas, donde hoy se encuentra Brasil, eran muy complejos”. Según el paleontólogo, “este descubrimiento refuerza la idea de que los pseudosuquios eran ecológicamente diversos”. Algo que, dice, “ya se pudo observar en los hallazgos en Argentina”. Destaca que “el descubrimiento de estos f?...

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Devaneios da Pequeneza

Do "alto" dos meus um metro e setenta

Anseio ser pequena

Caber na palma da mão.

Em meu não-masoquista corpo suportar os apertos sádicos

Sem qualquer tipo de comoção.

Bonequinha de porcela

Antifrágil apenas de relance

Expurgar no chicote os males...

Prazeres não tão distantes do alcance

"Do alto de minha altura"

Ser pequena na tortura

Resistir para existir

Solo firme para não cair.

[...]

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Chimera Arcana Lore Guide: Time and the Calendar

Across all realms, days pass at the same amount of time, which allows most realms in the Astral and Edaxian Domains to use the same Standard Calendar with ease. Some realms or societies don’t use this standard calendar, however, and others may choose to use it along with another calendar of their own.

The Standard Calendar is divided into 9 months, the commonly used names of which are in order: Porcela, Mhatia, Suruka, Nilvars, Enotris, Rhaeos, Ovestin, Luzdain, & Valion. Each month has 36 days, or 6 weeks with 6 days each. Instead of the weekdays being named, the weeks themselves have names, which are as follows: Phorezo, Vynteko, Alirteo, Merenio, Larkodo, & Imaluxo. Time within a day is divided into 24 hours, which contain 60 minutes each, and a minute is 60 seconds long.

Last thing of note is the way dates are written down; the most common way is by starting with the day, then the month, and the year is written last. For example, 35th of Mhatia 3029, 35 Mhatia 3029, or 35/2/3029 would all be correct ways to write down a date. Some may also choose to write down a date in a way that includes the week, i.e. 5 Imaluxo Mhatia 3029, or 5/5/2/3029. In this manner, the number of the day in the week is written down instead of the day of the month.

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