#sophisticated composition

[alexandr-az]

Das Kunstwerk ist wie ein buntes Regenbogenbild. Die Farben tanzen zusammen und machen die Augen fröhlich// The image of a beautiful black women face is visible in a thick fog, gradually flowing through the ruffles of a dress with a neckline, half-turn ,a wall of light mucus in full screen, stretches, a smooth surface is visible, the structure of a female face is visible through it a light layer of mucus, Midjorny Style, poster, illustration, 3d render

[saviourkingslut]

sometimes i listen to tchaikovsky's music and i get so emotional not simply bc of the music but bc of the thought that he existed and felt and created it and i get to listen to his heart a little like that. listening to the gentle warmth and exuberance of the nutcracker and im like he made that! for us! i love you

[lesmana-enterprise-ltd]

Windslar M-Train Station (NO CC)

Windslar M-Train Station is the northern terminus of the Windslar-Lykke-Britechester line in the Windenbahn high-speed rail network. Originally built in 1998 through a collaboration between Lesmana Enterprise and the Windenburg Royal Ministry of Transport, the station now stands as a state-of-the-art transportation hub. It houses a dedicated maglev rail for the A12 Seraphim, the fastest train in the Western SimWorld, offering seamless, high-speed connections across the region. With premium waiting lounges, a spacious café, a capsule hotel for overnight stays, digital information kiosks, automated ticketing, and high-speed Wi-Fi, Windslar M-Train Station ensures a smooth and comfortable travel experience for all passengers.

New Interior Facelift

The Windslar M-Train Station interior blends modern sophistication with passenger comfort, offering a seamless travel experience. The spacious concourse features sleek ticketing kiosks, automated turnstiles, and a real-time departure board in Simlish for easy navigation. Soft ambient lighting, elegant architectural details, and lush greenery create an inviting atmosphere, while premium seating areas provide relaxation before boarding. A cozy café (POLA Coffee) serves freshly brewed coffee and local delicacies, making it a perfect stop for commuters and travelers alike. With its futuristic design and high-tech amenities, Windslar Station embodies the pinnacle of efficient and luxurious transit in the Windenbahn network.

Windslar Greets You

The peron offers a breathtaking view of the lush countryside, ready to greet travelers with its serene landscapes.

The A12 Seraphim is a masterpiece of speed and comfort, soaring across the landscape at an impressive 510 km/h. Inside, the cabin is designed for both luxury and efficiency.

Seraphim Business Class

Step into the A12 Seraphim Business Class, where elegance meets high-speed innovation. Plush black leather seats with personal entertainment screens ensure a serene and private travel experience. Soft ambient lighting enhances the cabin’s refined atmosphere, while panoramic windows frame breathtaking countryside views at unmatched speeds.

Seraphim Coach Class

For those who seek both comfort and affordability, the Seraphim Coach Class provides spacious seating with deep blue ergonomic chairs designed for long-haul relaxation. Overhead luggage compartments ensure a clutter-free space, while the warm glow of the ceiling lights adds to the welcoming ambiance.

BONUS: A12 Seraphim on Rail, Photo op Lot

Capture the thrill of high-speed travel with the A12 Seraphim on Rail photo op lot! This scenic location is the perfect backdrop for Sim stories, machinima, and breathtaking screenshots.

Positioned along an elegant elevated railway, the A12 Seraphim glides through a picturesque landscape, surrounded by lush greenery and golden-hour lighting that enhances every shot. Whether you're creating a travel blog, showcasing futuristic transportation, or simply looking for a cinematic rail-themed scene, this lot offers stunning views and dynamic compositions.

Set up your Sims for dramatic departures, high-speed action shots, or tranquil countryside journeys—all with the A12 Seraphim as the star.

Techincal Informations

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Sul Sul!,

Lesmana Enterprise Co., Ltd.

[mythologer]

🟦The evolution of ancient #Greek sculpture can be comprehensively analyzed through a series of iconic works that reflect the development of artistic techniques and styles over time. The New York Kouros, dating to circa 600 BC, exemplifies the characteristic rigidity and stylization of early Greek art, as evidenced by its formal stance and minimal anatomical detail. By 540 BC, the Peplos Kore exhibits a progression toward a more naturalistic representation; however, it still adheres to a formally structured appearance. The Kritios Boy, created around 500 BC, signifies a pivotal transformation in the representation of the human form, introducing more realistic body proportions and initiating the suggestion of movement. Subsequent to this, the Diadoumenos, produced around 430 BC, demonstrates an enhanced sophistication in the depiction of muscle tone and posture. The dynamic composition of Hermes and the Infant Dionysus, crafted in 340 BC, further embodies a heightened sense of grace and emotional resonance. Lastly, Laocoön and His Sons, dating to either the 2nd century BC or the 1st century AD, serves as a paramount example of the intense realism and emotive expression characteristic of the #Hellenistic period.

[choochooboss]

Sketch dump! Vol. 5

September 2022 (Part 1/2)

The first piece on top summarised my cosplay rush for Tracon 2022! The second is an old idea for a charm.

"SURPRISE!!"

Back in 2022 I hosted an art raffle for reaching 777 followers on Twitter! The winner would get their submas themed idea realised (which was their friends throwing a surprise party for the twins!). I wanted to make a little comic and have the bosses walk in their office where depot agents, Elesa, Drayden, Skyla, Clay etc. would be waiting with decorations and treats and games.

Emmet is all smiles of course while Ingo gets so emotional he could only whisper a "super bravo".

Not really headcanons anymore but still funny ideas.

1. Emmet gets clumsy when off-rhythm! He starts walking in curves if there is nobody else around to match his rhythm with.

2. Emmet spaces out/forgets to say things aloud when someone speaks too long or when things go off-script! His thinking gets interrupted easily.

3. Ingo sometimes bumps into doors because he is too used to automatic doors!

4. When things go off-script Ingo speaks too much and rushes in straight lines"

Also my little inexpensive sketchbook & my trusty tools! Mechanical pencil and eraser pen are life when scribbling my skrimblos smaller than a postage stamp!

More Ingo~ I utilise a wide range of sources for references, including CSP's poseable 3D models, they can come really handy with perspectives and proportions!

The second piece is my very first attempt at cosplay in Tracon 2022: Blingo! I walked in with a sequin hat, leather jacket, leather pants and high heel patent leather boots.

The hardest part of cosplaying Ingo is remembering NOT to smile ahaha!

Some hairstyle tests

I drew these for a huge submas art collaboration over Twitter hosted by @/mimizukeii!! It was technically my first art collab before I started arranging them myself with Aggie/Magma.

While looking for train related songs I found this cute nursery rhyme to go with the marching:

"Over the mountains,

Over the plains,

Over the rivers,

Here come the trains.

Carrying passengers,

Carrying mail,

Bringing their precious loads In without fail"

I wanted to compare these silly twins, planning to do something more silly with them later. Also a sketch of @/fukurow's butler designs I never finished.. The capes compliment them so well, I love them!!

Prequel to this piece! Emmet is so confident in himself he thinks Pierce wants to learn from him but is invited for a duet on the stage instead!!

Emmet has really great voice actors in Pokemas! I especially love how his english VA gives him that bri'ish/posh/sophisticated vibe while also soft and melodic! I know for SURE this VA/Emmet can sing, I can show you later!

One of my favourite sketches!! I wanted to add a bunch of characters in the BG reacting to this sonic blast of emotion over a performance!

Heyyy it's the smile buddies comic!! I really hope Ingo gets to interact with Marnie in Pokemas one day!!

I feel Ingo's eyes in the mirror panel is a little off in the final comic, I meant to keep it softer like in the sketch!

It's Nimbasa trio!! Idea inspired by submas EX uniform colors. Might continue this later!

Some BG tests for this piece! Compositing is hard but absolutely worth the effort, it can make a huge difference in the appeal of your piece!!

Practise piece drawing over a photo I thought was cool! I want to get more experimental with lighting and perspective!

'How's it hanging bro?' Who hung him up there anyway??

Sketch for this arguing scene! Something REALLY BAD needs to happen for them to end up that tense! Even if I want to present them close to the canon material I still want to put them in really challenging situations to see how far I can push their emotions!

Thank you so much for coming all the way down here!! This set was pretty loaded, I hope you enjoyed scrolling through all this ahah!

Previous posts:

Sketch dump Vol. 1: April-June 2022

Sketch dump Vol. 2: July 2022

Sketch dump Vol. 3: August 2022

Sketch dump Vol. 4: July 2022 Part 2

[deforest]

SHE'S CRAZY WITH THE HEAT — 1946 ft. The International Sweethearts of Rhythm

In 1946, William D. Alexander began the production of a series of one-reel shorts, half-hour featurettes and feature films that would serve a dual purpose. These black cast subjects would be released to theaters that welcomed African American audiences; concurrently, the music segments would be excerpted from the films and released as Soundies. Ultimately, sixteen of Alexander’s musical shorts reached the Panoram screen, spotlighting the bands of Lucky Millinder, Billy Eckstine, Henri Woode and the International Sweethearts of Rhythm. (Alexander actually produced four films with the Sweethearts, three ten-minute short subjects and one feature, although some of the performances turns up in more than one film; only three performances saw release as a Soundie.) The International Sweethearts of Rhythm grew out of a band formed in the 1930s at the Piney Woods Country Life School, an institution – in part an orphanage – for poor African American children. A member of the music department had apparently taken note of the success of Ina Ray Hutton’s Melodears and decided that an all-woman band composed of school members might lead to something special. While they performed locally, the ISR did not begin to hit its stride until it left Piney Woods and became a professional touring outfit in 1941. The band was certainly “international” in nature, and its ranks included African American, Latina, Chinese, Indian, White and Puerto Rican musicians. In 1941, Anna Mae Winburn joined the orchestra as front woman and featured vocalist. During the war years Maurice King joined the band as both arranger and band manager. Born Clarence King in 1911, King played reeds and later became a fine swing arranger. While here we recognize his composition and arrangement for the Sweethearts – he called this tune “She’s Crazy with the Heat ” – King is best known for his longtime association with Barry Gordy and Motown Records for which he served as director of artist development. He worked closely with vocal groups, teaching the singers how to voice and phrase together. “Maurice brought sophistication and class to Motown,” said session musician Johnny Trudell. By 1946, the Sweethearts was recognized as one of the finest African-American bands in jazz. They recorded for Guild and RCA Records, broadcast regularly for the Armed Forces Radio Service, and toured Europe entertaining the GIs. While much of the success was due to Maurice King’s arrangements, the band’s musicians were all strong, and a special nod must go to Viola Burnside, one of the most neglected tenor soloists of the 1940s. I chatted with my friend Roz Cron, a member of the Sweetheart’s reed section, shortly before her passing. When I thanked her for her contribution, she paused and said, “Yeah, we were one of the best, one of the very, very best.” (via Jazz on Film)

[tab00-t33f]

Joestar’s Favorite Perfume Headcanons

Heres a request from sweet anon about the Joestar’s favorite scents and perfumes! Hope I got this request right! :3

Also I see you guys really liked my latest bruno fic and some woukd like a continuation! I’d be happy to continue my “Dangerous Devotion” fic!!

Jonathan Joestar:

Favorite Smell: Freshly bloomed roses.

Perfume Recommendation: Chloé Eau de Parfum

This feminine fragrance is centered around a fresh and powdery rose scent, with hints of peony and lychee for added delicacy. It’s romantic and graceful—just what Jonathan would adore.

Joseph Joestar:

Favorite Smell: Citrus and warm spices.

Perfume Recommendation: Dior Addict Eau Fraîche

A lively fragrance featuring bright citrus notes like grapefruit and bergamot, paired with a warm base of white musk. It’s playful and confident, perfectly matching Joseph’s taste.

Jotaro Kujo:

Favorite Smell: Oceanic and fresh.

Perfume Recommendation: Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue

This perfume is crisp and refreshing, with notes of Sicilian lemon, apple, and cedarwood. Its aquatic, clean aroma is something Jotaro would quietly appreciate.

Josuke Higashikata:

Favorite Smell: Fruity and playful.

Perfume Recommendation: Escada Cherry in Japan

A bright and juicy perfume featuring cherry blossom, red fruit, and musk. It’s fun, sweet, and full of life—something Josuke would find irresistible.

Giorno Giovanna:

Favorite Smell: Citrus and florals.

Perfume Recommendation: Lancôme Ô de Lancôme

A sophisticated citrus-floral fragrance with notes of lemon, bergamot, and honeysuckle. Its elegant yet vibrant composition perfectly suits Giorno’s refined preferences.

Jolyne Cujoh:

Favorite Smell: Tropical and bold.

Perfume Recommendation: Tom Ford Soleil Blanc

A warm, tropical fragrance with notes of coconut, ylang-ylang, and amber. It’s bold, sultry, and unique, exactly the type of scent Jolyne would find magnetic.

Johnny Joestar:

Favorite Smell: Earthy and grounded.

Perfume Recommendation: Jo Malone Wood Sage & Sea Salt Cologne

This fragrance combines earthy sage, sea salt, and a touch of musk, creating a scent that’s fresh yet grounded. Johnny would love how natural and comforting it feels.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy):

Favorite Smell: Fresh and green.

Perfume Recommendation: Elizabeth Arden Green Tea

A light and refreshing perfume with notes of green tea, mint, and citrus. Its crisp, natural scent is soothing and aligns with Gappy’s taste for clean, uncomplicated aromas.

Jodio Joestar:

Favorite Smell: Sweet and modern.

Perfume Recommendation: Yves Saint Laurent Mon Paris

A modern, sweet fragrance featuring notes of strawberry, raspberry, and pear, balanced by a base of patchouli and musk. It’s youthful yet sophisticated—perfect for catching Jodio’s attention.

[cloudstongue]

Well, you SHOULD hear it more often!!! YOU’RE A GENIUS, BRYCE!!! And about the getting attached thing, sure, but I tend to be a little clingy. I don’t want to be a bother…I think I have been to most people. (uh. ryu. zee. desklamper.) Which I guess isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it might drive some people away…I also have a tendency of going “full throttle”—

Of course!!! I really like all of your art and writing, it’s very admirable and a source of inspiration for me!! I also like how you flesh out your characters and have parallels to your ideas…For instance, the Zeeverse AU. You’re very passionate about what you do, and that much is obvious. That’s also something admirable about you! The effort that you put into your works…You take them seriously. I don’t know if I ever could. I feel like you have a talent, a gift…And you put it to good use. I really like that.

And, don’t mention it! I’m merely being honest with you.

ive always wanted to call you a genius, but i feared that we werent close enough for you to be okay with. praise like that,,, and also i was scared of getting attached to you,, like what happened with. a lot of people…(cough cough zverse mods cough cough)

but now i think were close enough. so, i shall say, that your writing is excellent, your works are absolutely marvelous. your characters are silly and bring me lots of joy, and your ideas are simply so creative and clever…i dont know how you do it. you must be a genius.

ack.. im far from a genius if anything, but thank you!! i don't hear that very often, so it's appreciated — getting attached is normal.. i do it all the time

im glad that you enjoy the small chunk of content that comes out of my head!! i like to share those whenever i can, and having people who like them makes me happy (＾∇＾)

once again, thank you ( O﹏O ;)

[gingerteafairy]

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Love potions work and don't require magic. You just a charming bartender with a sugary smooth talk. tags n warnings: smut/mdni, bartender!alex x fem!reader, temperature play, licking, little dry humping as usual, drink kink, drunk sex. word count: 4.3k masterlist

@ikkyfics that video inspired the hell out of me, thank you for being my friend, this is for you. a little nasty, but it's a gift

It was your first time in a pub. Since your teenage years, you’d fantasized about it, maybe influenced by the romantic movies you watched. The space was small but cozy, with an almost secret charm, as if you had just discovered a cave filled with new sensations. The woody scent of the furniture blended with the perfume of alcohol and cologne, creating an inviting atmosphere.

You walked in, adjusting your outfit—perhaps a little too sophisticated for the occasion. You made your way to the bar, the sound of your heels softly echoing against the floor. The place wasn’t crowded, and you sighed in relief when you found an empty seat. You sat down, crossing your legs, the fabric of your clothes gliding over your skin.

Your gaze wandered around the bar, landing on one of the bartenders. He shook a cocktail shaker with skill, and the emerald liquid poured smoothly into the customer’s glass. It looked delicious; you found yourself making plans to try it later. The girl grabbed her drink and moved to a corner, leaving room for the curly-haired bartender to approach.

“Good evening,” he greeted you, his voice full of natural charisma. A charming smile played on his lips as he threw a towel over his shoulder. “What can I get for you tonight?”

“Good evening…” you replied, hesitating. The drinks you’d researched online vanished from your mind like locked characters in a game. You bit your lip before admitting, “Well… it’s my first time in a pub. I don’t know what to order.”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “Lucky for you, it’s not crowded tonight.” With a corner smile, he quickly crouched down to grab something under the counter. “Here, this is the menu. If you want, I can make a few for you.”

“Would you do that?” you asked, your voice clearly full of expectation.

He shrugged, his response casual. “It’s fun. Look.”

Before you could answer, he was already in motion. You watched as he grabbed bottles and utensils, his movements precise and agile. There was something fascinating about the way he worked—like an alchemist mixing unknown potions, each ingredient transforming right before your eyes. The vibrant colors, the shine of the alcohol under the bar lights… it was almost hypnotic.

When he finished, he lined up six glasses in front of you, each with a unique color and composition.

“Mojito. Margarita. Negroni. Martini. Piña Colada. Cosmopolitan,” he pointed to each one, and at the end, he touched his own chest with a smile. “Alex.”

You laughed, surprised by the confidence with which he included himself on the “menu.”

“Are you on the menu?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, intrigued by the boldness and precision of his flirting.

“Does it bother you?” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes locked on yours as he dried his hands on the towel over his shoulder.

“No… just surprised.” You ran a hand through your hair in an automatic gesture, twirling a strand between your fingers.

“Years of practice in front of the mirror,” he joked, drawing an easy smile from you. There was something magnetic about him—an effortless charm that made everything around feel lighter.

“I recommend starting with the Piña Colada. It’s smooth, sweet, tropical.”

You stared at the decorated glass, the creamy tones looking inviting.

“Sounds interesting.”

“If you want something more refreshing, the Mojito is a good choice. Balanced, not too strong. Doesn’t hit you right away.” He chuckled, sliding two glasses toward you.

You made your choice and took a sip, your eyes widening at the burst of flavor. A satisfied sound escaped involuntarily from your throat, and Alex smiled with evident amusement. You wanted to drink it all at once, but he snapped his fingers in the air.

“Slow down, sweetheart. You don’t want to get a hangover on your first adventure.”

You laughed, setting the glass on the table, your tongue running over your lips to catch a remnant of the drink.

“Sorry, it’s just so good.” You grabbed a napkin to wipe the corner of your mouth, his gaze following your movements.

“Second round.” He leaned slightly forward, like a host about to reveal a prize. “Something stronger and more sophisticated. Margarita and Cosmopolitan. The best of tequila and vodka, with a fruity touch.”

“You make it sound so good,” you smiled, reaching for the next glass, ready for the next experience.

“It’s because I love Cosmopolitan. I know, it’s cliché. Sex and the City. But I put a double shot of vodka in mine.” He joked defensively, watching you sip the chosen liquid more gently this time, paying attention to every note.

“It’s strong,” you commented, lowering the glass and setting it on the table, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through your chest.

Alex raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “You haven’t seen strong yet.” He picked up two glasses with darker colors and placed them in front of you. “Espresso Martini and Negroni. Dry, strong, citrusy.”

“Wow, you convinced me.” You laughed, impressed by his ability to make even a drink choice feel irresistible. Grabbing one of the glasses, you brought it to your lips more cautiously this time, allowing the liquid to burn slightly down your throat before swallowing.

"Yes. Just a second." He moved away casually, going to attend to a new customer—the woman who had just arrived at the bar.

You should just stick to your drink, but for some reason, it bothered you. There was no reason to feel a little pang in your chest, but you felt it anyway. A subtle bitterness, like an echo of that drink. Dry, strong, citrusy.

You shook your head, pushing away foolish thoughts. He was just doing his job. Deluded. Yes, definitely.

When Alex returned, his eyes scanned the glasses and landed on you, noticing that the level of your drink had dropped considerably.

"Someone really liked this drink," he joked, crossing his arms, the work towel still hanging on his shoulder.

You shrugged, feeling the warmth of the alcohol beginning to blur the line between rationality and impulse.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, watching you with a mix of amusement and caution.

"A little dizzy," you admitted, resting your elbow on the table to hide the slight instability.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a half-smile. "Too bad... I was hoping to have some fun with you."

The words escaped before you could filter them. "You still can."

Maybe it was the alcohol loosening your tongue, or maybe it was just the Alex effect on you.

He chuckled softly but shook his head. "I don’t like taking advantage of others." The smile he gave was polite, genuine. He grabbed your empty glasses and turned, walking to the back of the bar.

He was ethical, too. Men like Alex had been extinct, you were sure of it. But then, just before disappearing completely, he stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"You know, you seem like a really cool person," he said, spinning the glass in his hands, thoughtful. "I have a solution for this."

"What?" You leaned slightly over the counter, intrigued.

"I’ll get like you," he said, grabbing an empty glass and mixing some drinks without even consulting a recipe. He brought it to his lips and downed it all at once. "My shift ends soon. By then, I should be starting to get a little tipsy."

You widened your eyes, letting out a surprised laugh. "Oh my God. You really are amazing."

Excited, you reached out to grab another drink, but he was quicker and moved the glasses out of your reach.

"That’s enough juice," he joked, swapping the drink for a pitcher of water and pouring you a glass. "Drink this. It’ll help."

"Fiiine…" you grumbled playfully before bringing the glass to your lips.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the magnetic effect of Alex, but you spent a long time smiling like a fool. You tried to hide it, covering part of your face with your hand whenever your gazes met. But it was useless. He noticed.

Every now and then, he’d take another small sip, just enough to keep him present at work, but noticeable enough that his energy started to shift. He laughed more, cracked more jokes. He became even more charming—if that was even possible.

When his shift finally ended, you felt a little more sober. He, on the other hand, was starting to look visibly cheerful, his posture relaxed and his smile more effortless.

"How’s it going?" He asked, circling the bar to meet you face-to-face.

You looked up, realizing just how tall he was.

And, up close, even more handsome.

"Wow, you’re gorgeous," Alex murmured, leaning in closer, his eyes scanning your face as if he wanted to memorize every detail.

The proximity lasted only an instant before he pulled back, letting out a nervous laugh and running his hand through his curly hair. "Oh my God, sorry. What am I doing?"

You laughed, the effect of the alcohol and his presence making everything easier, lighter. You grabbed his hands, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours.

"No. Come closer again."

Alex paused for a moment, as if processing your words, then smiled, interlacing his fingers with yours. Slowly, he brought your hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on your fingers. His soft laugh filled the space between you, and he tilted his head slightly, fascinated by the way a lock of your hair slid to the side with the movement.

"Come with me," he said, pulling you by the hand.

Without hesitation, you followed him, crossing a side door that led to a narrow staircase lit by dim yellow lights. He stumbled on the first few steps, laughing at his own slip, and you laughed too, holding his hand tightly until you reached the top.

Alex unlocked a door with a key, stepping inside first and glancing around before making space for you.

"Where are we?" you asked, surveying the cozy environment. It was small like the bar downstairs, but much more organized.

"My place," he smiled, spinning the key in the lock before tossing it into a bowl on a table.

"Above the bar?" You raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Family business. I’m taking care of it while my parents are away." He stretched, his t-shirt riding up slightly, revealing a strip of pale skin and a provocative waist before he moved closer again. His hand found the small of your back, tracing a slow path to your waist.

"You’re full of surprises," you smiled, feeling a shiver where his fingers glided—firm, yet gentle.

He tilted his head, studying each expression of yours with that intense gaze. The flush on your cheeks gave away the warmth of the alcohol in your system, but there was something more there—something genuine.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" he asked, his thumb giving a lazy massage to your waist.

"You did at the bar," you murmured, looking up and noticing how close your faces were. "But I still don’t know how to respond to that."

"Respond like this."

The whisper came before the touch. Alex closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours with the same softness as the Piña Colada you had tasted minutes earlier. But there was something more in his kiss—a mix of all the drinks in the world. A sweet, warm, slightly intoxicating touch.

And you wanted more.

The kiss slowly broke, neither of you wanting to leave that moment.

"Do you always kiss like that, or just when you’re drunk?" you joked, your face breaking into a smile that turned into a carefree laugh.

"I think getting drunk makes me a little desperate," he laughed, pressing another kiss against your lips. "I think I slobber a lot when I’m drunk. Is that bad for you?"

"You think you’re slobbering? Then I must be a fountain," you laughed, not hesitating to steal another kiss from him, using his arms as support to lean in.

“I like things a little wet.” He teased with a sideways smile and you knew exactly what he was talking about, judging by the hoarseness of his voice. “Have you ever had drunk sex?”

“No.” You said, feeling your heart race at Alex’s implicit suggestion. “Actually, I’ve never done what I’m doing now. Going up to the apartment of a bartender I just met.”

“Fuck.” He laughed, leaning his head against yours with more force than he planned, groaning in pain, smoothing his forehead. “My God, I must be really drunk. Sorry.”

“No plobrem. Pro. Prob. How do you say that word?” Your laughter became loud as you massaged your forehead. He took your hand away and kissed the spot, as an apology.

“I don’t invite a drunk to my apartment either.” He expressed, with an amused look through his brown eyes. “I enjoyed the experience with you. When I saw you I thought you were pretty, but in fact you’re ugly. No. Wait. It's the other way around. Beautiful. You. I thought you were beautiful. Holy shit. Forget everything I said now.”

Your bodies swayed with the sweet melody of laughter filling the room. Paying closer attention, it was noticeable that the bar still existed downstairs, small murmurs crackling beneath the floor and the firm chords of Glenn Miller sounding muffled from the speakers downstairs. You stifled your laughter. Alex did the same, trying to camouflage the smile that still insisted on marking his face.

“When I saw you arriving, I thought of offering you Love Potion.” He pondered, starting to sway his body to the light rhythm of Moonlight Serenade in a dance so eloquent to the melody of the song.

You inhaled deeply his perfume, the lingering scent of the extra shot of vodka in the special Cosmopolitan. “What made you think of that possibility?”

“Well… the first reason is because I love that drink. It’d be a perfect cliché to give you a love potion.” He beamed, lowering his hands to your hips to guide them closer to his pelvis, making you feel his aroused state discreetly. “Vodka. Peach liqueur. Cranberry juice and prosecco.”

“It looks delicious.” You hummed, your mouth opening slightly at the sensation of the light friction between the tissues. “And the second reason?”

“The drink is pink.” He smiled widely, laughing even before the answer that would follow was so comical and erogenous. “I would ask you nonchalantly: you know what else is pink? But I thought that would be sexual harassment.”

“You really think of everything, don’t you?” Your smile widened as you closed your eyes, waiting for Alex’s next kiss. His lips met yours with an almost lazy softness, as if he savored every second of the contact.

“I think about a lot of things.” He murmured against your mouth before pulling away just enough to watch your face. His thumb slid across your cheek, tracing a distracted path. “My mind never stops. I actually thought of something else for tonight while you were drinking.” 

His husky, casual tone sent a shiver down your spine. Alex placed one last peck on your lips before turning and starting to walk towards the kitchen. “Come here.” 

You followed him without hesitation, watching his every move as if trying to decipher his thoughts. He opened the refrigerator and began to take out some ingredients, his eyes focused on what he was doing. Rum. Strawberries. Lemon. Sugar. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, his hair messy, but still, he seemed to own every space around him. Washing his hands quickly, Alex grabbed a lemon and cut it in half with precision. Without a juicer, he improvised, holding the fruit over a glass and using the palm of his hand as a sieve to keep the seeds from falling out. The juice dripped slowly, the citrus aroma mixing with his already intoxicating smell.

The strawberries came next. He picked up a pestle, crushing the berries at the bottom of the glass with a controlled movement, his fingers firm around the wood. The sugar was added next, dissolving into the red mixture before he finally topped it all off with the amber rum.

You didn’t even realize you were biting your lip until Alex grabbed a few ice cubes and dropped them into the glass, the sound of the ice clinking against the glass. He looked up at you, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth when he noticed your expectant expression.

“Let’s head to my bedroom.”

His voice was low, almost an invitation, almost an order. Alex placed a hand on your waist, his touch warm even over the thin fabric of your clothes, and guided you to the bed without rushing, without letting go of you for a second.

When you reached the bedroom, he left the glass on the dresser, the ruby-colored liquid shining under the low light. Then, he turned to you, stopping for a few seconds to simply observe. His gaze traveled over every detail of you, as if he wanted to memorize your image.

He approached you again. This time, the kiss came slower, deeper. His mouth slid over yours with an almost torturous patience, his tongue tracing lazy paths, while one of his hands went up to the back of your neck, his fingers sliding through your hair. It was a kiss that felt like a long sip of something strong and addictive.

He pulled away briefly, his hands tugging at the hem of his own shirt before pulling it over his head in a carefree movement. The fabric slid easily, revealing skin warmed by the soft light of the room. Your eyes instinctively scanned his silhouette, watching the way his muscles moved beneath his skin as he tossed his shirt aside.

For some reason, that made you move too. Your fingers found the hem of your dress, and without thinking much, you pulled it up, feeling the fabric slide against your skin before falling onto the bed. Alex smirked at your gesture, but didn't say anything. He just picked up the glass from the dresser, bringing it to his lips for a slow sip. The clink of ice against the glass echoed through the room, and for a moment, your eyes fixed on the way he tasted the drink, the way his lips curved around the rim of the glass. 

Without looking away, he handed you the drink. The glass was now in your possession, the citrus and sweet aroma arriving before the liquid even touched your mouth. The fresh and slightly burning taste of rum slid across your tongue, the touch of the cold drink contrasting with the heat that your body was beginning to feel. 

A sudden need to settle down better took over you. As if the mattress was silently calling you, as if that moment demanded more surrender. Without hesitation, you lay down, feeling the weight of the bed adjust to your body. Alex just watched, his expression softening for a second, before leaning over you, his eyes filled with an intensity stronger than the rum itself.

“People do that at parties. It might be a little gross, but I’ve always wanted to try it.” He whispered against your mouth, his dark eyes fixed on yours as he pulled the dark jeans off your body. 

“What do they do?” You dared, biting your lip in anticipation, the excitement screaming inside your body. Alex bent down to kiss you quickly, smiling against your mouth before lifting a little and picking up the glass. 

He caught the ice in his mouth, keeping it in his cheek, returning with a lascivious look to your body. Leaning back down, you understood what that meant. The cold sensation spread to your neck. The ice locking an indescribable sensation in your collarbone. You couldn’t help but gasp, a shiver running down your spine as Alex began to slide the ice over your breasts, pulling your bra to the side. Taking the ice out of his mouth, he licked your nipple with his cold tongue, closing his eyes to memorize the sensation. There was no way to describe that feeling, you just allowed yourself to enjoy it, punishing Alex’s curls in your fingers.

“Was it bad?” He asked, standing up to glimpse his flushed, uneven face.

You bit your lip, wetting it before you started to speak. “No, it was… intense.” Your voice was thin as a moan, certain that Alex could see how wet you were and not just from the ice that was melting on your sternum.

“Wanna try?” He suggested, biting your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You purred, finding the strength to get up from the bed, sitting on your knees. You grabbed the glass and poured the sweet liquid down your throat, stopping for swallowing before savoring how it felt in Alex’s kiss.

You took the ice in your mouth and did the same step, sitting on Alex’s lap, his thick erection covered only by the thin fabric of his navy blue underwear. Placing the ice on your fingers, you slid your icy tongue down Alex’s flushed neck. He groaned, pulling your hips onto his lap, forcing them down.

Placing the ice back in your mouth, you went down to his chest, kissing the spot and sliding back down to his jaw. He grabbed your thighs in a stronger movement, not taking another second of teasing and kissing your mouth.

You broke the kiss quickly to remove the ice and kiss him hungrily, enjoying the hot and cold sensation. Alex pulled his cock out of his underwear impatiently, opening the drawer on the side of the bed and pulling out a condom, rapidly taking it.

Sliding the plastic around his cock, he pulled your panties to the side. You adjusted your position so he could stuff himself inside you. He pushed inside, groaning loudly when his entire length was inside your warm walls.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” ​​He whimpered, pulling his hips back and forth, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at your sexes touching between the forgotten fabrics. “Your pussy is so damn good.”

He threw his head back, his fingers buried in the soft flesh of your bum. You leaned forward, humming as you felt the thickness touch your spot. Your eyes watering with overwhelming pleasure. Alex opened his eyes, grabbing the glass from the dresser again and pouring some of the drink on your neck, licking the sweet skin hungrily. You moaned louder, your hands going straight to his brown hair, pulling it with trembling hands. 

“Alex. God— This feels so good. I can feel it on my— Fuck.” You couldn’t finish a single sentence, your system only focusing on Alex’s cock abusing your needy pussy, swallowing the entire length without complaining. 

“Kiss me.” He pleaded and you nodded, chasing his sweet lips, sometimes breaking the kiss with uncontrollable moans and pants, his hands sliding and squeezing harshly between your neck and breast, incapable of controlling his body. 

“Alex— Alex…” The name escaped, like the only anchor at the moment, your eyes cloudy. Alex’s tongue circling yours, his hips starting to move against yours, the smacking sound of flesh echoing through the room. 

“That’s it. That’s it. Fuck, doll. If you keep talking like that, I’m going to—hmmmm—come too fast and not even enjoy your pussy.” He whined, the tip of his cock sensitive against your cervix, his balls starting to betray his approaching climax. “So perfect. Shit.”

“Yeah? Then come.” You begged kittenish, your hips uncontrollably moving against him, forward, sideways, backward, up, down. Your body screaming for orgasm you knew it’d be hard like any other you had before. “Alex—”

“Gonna cum, gonna cum.” He warned, embracing your shivering body, grounding his feet on the bed and starting to force his hips up and down harder. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Alex, please don’t stop. Shit, i’m cumming.” You whimpered, burying your face on his neck, loud moans tearing from your throat as he fucked your pussy without the slightest mercy, moaning nonsense in your ear, babbling brainless as he engorded your cunt. 

His thrusts became more uneven, out of rhythm. He shutted his eyes, your walls squeezing his cock making him roll his eyes and spill out the pleasure.

“Oh, Alex. No. Alex, it’s too much.” You protested, your thighs aching and shaking from the position. Alex kissed your disheveled face, prolonging the sensation even more.

“Shhh. Hold on—just a little longer, love. Hold on for me, go on.” He groaned, grabbing your hair, one last thrust being given as he felt the cum all released. You were still moaning when he was slowly stopping, feeling him soften inside you. “That’s it… That’s it, so good for me. You take me so well.”

He kissed your face, moving your messy hair to kiss you more intensely, a long, loving kiss. You reluctantly got off of him, feeling the emptiness return as he stood up and went to the bathroom to discard the stuffed condom. He came back to bed with a damp towel, drying the remaining liquid that was still on your neck and the sweat from your face.

“Better?” He asked, leaving the towel aside to lie down next to you.

“Yes. It couldn’t be better.” You smiled, settling into a caring hug in Alex's arms.

“Good. I guess the love potion worked.” He joked, pulling a sheet to cover your semi-naked bodies. “Although that wasn't a Love Potion. It was a Strawberry Daiquiri.”

“It worked. I loved it. Thanks for all the drinks.” You grinned, seeking Alex's contact closer, while he left gentle kisses on your forehead, turning to the side to hug you freely, letting the tiredness and the drink envelop you both in a deep and well-deserved sleep after so many experiences in the same day.

[invenusworld]

shatabhisha

shatabhisha natives are highly prominent in their arenas and often unconsciously set the 'rules,' standards & framework for their respective fields

johann sebastian bach, shatabhisha moon, is arguably the most prominent composer of the baroque era of classical musical, his name and works often overshadowing those of his contemporaries'

shatabhisha is deeply entwined with the notion of boundaries — a symbol of shatabhisha is an enclosed circle and the planetary ruler of shatabhisha is rahu, who is associated with labelling, defining (thereby limiting) and categorization. the innovation, genius & creativity of shatabhisha is often sparked by self-imposed limitations and rigid guidelines. this is perfectly encapsulated by john m. reese in his essay 'Concepts of the Composition Style of J.S. Bach'

"Bach is legendary for his mastery of counterpoint, particularly in late works such as the Musical Offering and the Art of the Fugue. When I try to explain to musical novices the challenge Bach faced in writing some of these works, I use the analogy of writing an essay of 500 words or more, where the entire essay forms a palindrome (reading the same from front to back), where you are not allowed to use the letter "e", where all the syntax is correct, and where, finally, the end result makes perfect sense.

Bach performed similar feats in writing fugues that were invertable in their entirety (e.g., could be played upside-down), canons woven around an existing melody in which the answering voice is augmented and transposed to a different key, and canons on an existing melody in which the answer is inverted, and which was also playable with the entire canon inverted. It boggles the mind that such sophisticated thought, rivaling that required of computer scientists, was being done in the early eighteenth century"

(shatabhisha relating to technology and all forms of technological advancements)

ultimately, this is a fascinating nakshatra with seemingly infinite creative potential and the ability to find inspiration in the most mundane. with a highly observant disposition and a keen eye, these natives see the world through a lens of synchronicities and patterns. shatabhisha is of the infinite, vast, all-pervading ether element & these natives' works and influence penetrate and permeate through the ages ϟ

[gimmick-blog-reviewer]

Gimmick Blog: @nuderater

Gimmick: Rating nudes Gimmick rating: 5/10, could be done well, but is executed poorly. Blog rating: -1/10, I hate you.

Overall rating: 2/10, you disgust me. I think the idea of a nude rating blog could be done well, great even. But I think you are the worst possible execution of the concept that could theoretically maintain an air of objectivity. That said, I don't think you maintain that air. Your lack of feedback on how one could improve their nudes, coupled with your seemingly arbitrary rating provides nothing to the people you are rating and only judges them. You are less than useless, and likely actively harmful. Never once have you rating someone 9 or above, nothing is perfect or even approaching so for you. When you rate someone's nude an 8.4, I imagine them wondering (if they see or care about you at all) what they could have done to get a higher rating. But you don't provide feedback, you don't care, you judge and move on. Only four times have you judged someone's nude under a 5/10, with seemingly no pattern in what you find distasteful. It feels less like there is something you don't like in a nude and more like you want to rate someone low. Finally, you don't take any level of context into consideration. This was the factor that first led to my hate of you. You rated a nude by @virtualgirlafterdark a 5/10, and it responded with "yeah that's fair." You didn't take into account that it's a trans woman, that it might be new to taking nudes, or that its body is still developing thanks to HRT. You gave it a flat 5/10 with no feedback. How do you think it felt after that? Additionally I want to talk about the lowest rating you have ever given. In this post on Oct 27th, you rated (I assume) a woman a solid 2/10 for what is realistically a fairly mediocre nude. But disregarding the nude itself, it's coupled with the caption "ugly and pretty at the same time :)". How do you think a woman who just called herself ugly would feel being described as a 2/10? You thoroughly disgust me and I firmly believe this website would be better without you on it.

There's a defense to be made that the nude rater is rating the quality of the pictures themselves, the composition, the lighting. But objectively well taken images such as this are routinely rated lower than objectively poorly taken images such as this. Additionally, images that feature non "conventionally attractive" aspects in them are often rated significantly lower. Sagging breasts, armpit hair, veiny breasts, are all subjected to lower ratings. It should also be noted that nuderater exclusively rates the nudes of people with more femininely presenting bodies. No amount of calling one's taste in the human body "sophisticated" will seperate you from the fact that you have the opinions of the average pornhub watcher.

All in all I find Nuderater to be a repugnant misogynist who brings nothing to the platform and leaves only hurt feelings.

[alexandr-az]

Create a captivating masterpiece in the style of realism that reveals the timeless charm of a brunette woman with big eyes, long fluffy eyelashes with a beautiful body in silk clothes against the background of a serene forest. Against the background of an untouched blue canvas, the composition intentionally highlights the main elements, focusing on the graceful contours of the female figure. In this visually mesmerizing work of art, the silhouette of a brunette woman appears as a symbol of modern realism, embodying the essence of simplicity and refined beauty. The soft tones of the sunset delicately envelop her figure, creating a smooth fusion of gentle warmth of shades and precise lines that define her silhouette. The ideal of realism extends to the purposeful absence of complex details, allowing the viewer's imagination to create its own narrative. The emphasis on clean lines serves to enhance the sophistication of the composition, immersing the observer in a visual language that radiates elegance and restraint at the same time. Participating in a subtle dance between positive and negative space, the work of art strategically uses the latter to elevate the overall composition. The strategic use of empty space gives a feeling of lightness, encouraging viewers to appreciate not only the silhouette of a woman, but also the harmonious balance between form and emptiness. This work beckons to contemplation, unfolding as a serene visual narrative in which simplicity, elegance and modern aesthetics are organically combined. The flowing fabric of the clothes emphasizes the silhouette of the ideal figure of the female body. Thanks to the careful play of negative space and a restrained color palette, the artist attracts the viewer's attention, inviting him into a calm exploration where beauty resonates in the subtleties of realistic expression

[pmamtraveller]

THE QUEST FOR REALITY; ADOLPH VON MENZEL

Adolph von Menzel (1815-1905) was a German painter and printmaker who portrayed life in 19th-century Prussia, historical events, and everyday scenes. He was largely self-taught, and his skills developed practically through lithography and drawing experience.

The Iron Rolling Mill, 1875

This painting captures the intense labour of steelworkers in a Prussian industrial mill. There is a detailed expression, both of the machinery and the workers, illustrating the social condition of working-class people during the Industrial Revolution and Menzel's turn from historical themes to contemporary issues.

The Dinner at the Ball, 1878

It is a portrayal of an elegant high-society scene, coupled with detailed portrayals of fashionable guests and luxurious surroundings, all of which bring out the Biedermeier style. It captures the 19th-century social life, proving Menzel's skill to render social dynamics and intimate moments.

Frederick the Great Playing the Flute at Sanssouci, 1852

It portrays the tranquil scene of Frederick II music-making in his palace. The painting showcases Frederick's dual character as a ruler and as a musician, evincing cultural sophistication and the opulence of his court. The composition is the epitome of Menzel's great admiration for Frederick and his commitment to a history of Prussia done with emotional depth and realism.

Studio Wall, 1872

Menzel painted a nighttime view of his studio wall, with illuminated plaster casts, including death masks and classical figures. This work highlights Menzel's thoughts at the time; he had been ruminating over life and death and artistic posterity. It was a touching memorial to his friend Friedrich Eggers as well as a strong demonstration of his mastery of dramatic lighting.

The Visit From Death, 1844

Death is depicted as a humble professional who is neither wrathful nor unkind. Just simply doing its job and has no ill will for those it visits upon. It even has a sense of respect, taking its clogs off before entering the home. Menzel followed up in 1845 with a hilarious painting that suggests that the arrival of Death isn’t so final after all!

The Balcony Room (1845)

Inspired by his journeys to Paris, Menzel depicts a sparsely furnished apartment full of sunlight. This painting foreshadows impressionist techniques since it's totally oriented with light and atmosphere, marking an important turn in Menzel's career away from historical themes and toward contemporary genre scenes.

[flareovium]

A symphony of us.

Mortefi x Musician! GN Reader I am utterly SICK I think this might be my best work yet.

Listening to music is a hobby that many were surprised Mortefi had.

Specifically, classical music.

It seemed like such a simple, yet sophisticated hobby; But to Mortefi, music is far more complex than meets the eye.

Like a mathematical equation, Mortefi enjoys finding little secrets that a composer would leave within those melodic notes. Music has to be precise to sound beautiful, after all. It blows his mind how certain composers can create a piece that sounds ethereal when played both normally or backwards.

He is a man who finds the little details and appreciate them.

It's came to no one's surprise that his lover, [name], is a classical musician themself.

[name] enjoyed showing Mortefi their latest pieces, often hiding secrets in their compositions for him to find. They loved nothing more than that happy glint in Mortefi's eyes when he noticed, happily pointing it out and showering them with praise for it.

While he wasn't a musician himself, sometimes [name] finds themself asking Mortefi for input on their works-in-progress, to which Mortefi gladly assists them by giving them ideas or reviewing what's available of the musical masterpiece.

Mortefi and [name] seemed like an odd pair to become lovers, but like quirky notes in a symphony; Their dynamic was harmonious like a beautiful melody.

[responsivethoughts]

The Grumman X-29 Experimental Aircraft

The Grumman X-29 was an experimental aircraft developed by the United States in the 1980s, aimed at testing advanced aviation technologies. One of its most unique features was its forward-swept wings, which improved maneuverability and reduced drag. However, this design introduced significant aerodynamic challenges, such as the tendency of the wings to twist under stress. To address this, the X-29 utilized advanced composite materials, which provided the necessary strength without adding excess weight.

The X-29 was inherently unstable due to its forward-swept wings, necessitating a sophisticated digital fly-by-wire control system. This system allowed a computer to continuously make adjustments to keep the aircraft stable during flight. Additionally, the aircraft featured canard control surfaces, located in front of the main wings, which enhanced control and maneuverability, particularly at high angles of attack.

Another key feature of the X-29 was its variable-geometry engine inlets, designed to optimize airflow into the engine across different flight conditions. This design allowed the aircraft to maintain efficiency at various speeds and altitudes. Together, these innovative design elements made the X-29 a complex and advanced aircraft for its time.

The X-29 first flew on December 14, 1984, under the management of NASA and the United States Air Force. Two X-29 aircraft were constructed, and they accumulated over 400 test flights. These tests focused on exploring the aircraft's unique aerodynamic and flight control characteristics, providing valuable data on how forward-swept wings performed under various conditions.

The primary objective of the X-29 program was to investigate technologies that could be used in future fighter aircraft, with a particular focus on improving maneuverability and control at high angles of attack. Although the X-29 was never intended to enter production, the insights gained from its development contributed to future advancements in aircraft design.

While the X-29 did not see operational service, its legacy is significant. The technologies it explored, including forward-swept wings, composite materials, and digital flight controls, paved the way for innovations in fighter aircraft. Today, the X-29 is remembered as an important milestone in the study of unconventional aircraft designs and aerodynamics.

An interesting and lesser-known fact about the Grumman X-29 is that, despite its radical design, the aircraft reused components from existing fighter jets to save on development costs. Specifically, the fuselage of the X-29 was derived from the Northrop F-5A Freedom Fighter, and its landing gear was taken from the General Dynamics F-16 Fighting Falcon. This blending of cutting-edge technology with proven components from earlier aircraft helped keep the project within a more manageable budget, demonstrating a creative approach to experimental aircraft design during that era.

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

hey, just a friendly note: i sometimes see your posts and that you refer to g-d as hashem, the hebrew scriptures as the tankh etc. the tankh in judaism and the hebrew bible in christianity are not the same: they are ordered differently and have different canon. hashem, which means "the name," is also ontologically disconnected from the christian trinity for a variety of reasons that the tumblr ask box is too long to get into. i also see that you are christian. i would highly encourage you to research why jews use the terminology that they do in reference to their faith practices and try to avoid expropriation of judaism for christian dialogue. interfaith exploration is fine, and it is very important to understand the jewish roots of christianity. but please do so with self-criticism and respect.

Hey, Anonie!

I'm assuming you're here from eesirachs blog because that's the only reason you would've come to this blog.

So, when I say "Tanakh" as opposed to "the Hebrew Bible" (a term that I don't use to begin with alongside "Old Testament" for several reasons) I do in fact mean the TNK, and in that order. That is the order I read them in, the order I tell people to read them it, and etc. As I'm sure you're already aware, one misses out on a lot when one doesn't read it as designed. As of a few weeks ago I've started saying "the prophets" (in comparison to "the apostles") as a way of referring to the writings of Moses and the prophets (which is how the text describes it's own authorship and composition). As to the canon, please correct me if I'm wrong but

The Instruction, 5 Books traditionally ascribed to Moses

The Prophets (4 Former + 3 Latter + the 12)

The Writings (3 Poetic + 5 Megillot + 3 Historical).

Is there an extra book(s) that Protestant Christians have? Or that is in the Tanakh canon that I haven't listed? (tagging @entanglingbriars in case Anon doesn't see this because this is an important question) I understand that (some) Judaism(s) have a different conception of canonicity that Christians, even more of a difference than an Orthodox Christian would have from a Protestant one, but the issue of extra books is a much bigger deal.

Edit: everywhere I look it says "In Protestant Bibles, the Old Testament is the same as the Hebrew Bible, but the books are arranged differently." So yes, very confused as to where the idea of a different canon comes from.

As to the issue of deity: the issue of whether or not Jews and Christians (or literally any other religions) worships the same deity is a matter of hot contention and a statement like "hashem is ontologically disconnected from the christian trinity" is a statement loaded with tons of historical, philosophical, and theological assumptions and can't just be said as is. The fact that I do not agree with this statement (at least, not in it's entirety) is evidence enough for differing sophistical, philosophical, and theological assumptions and emphasises. As I try to tell many Christians, no theological position just comes "sola scriptura" so to speak: there are tons of unstated assumptions that come with that position and without understanding those underlying assumptions it's very hard to have a conversation about it. Also, I am aware of what "ha-shem" means.

I was going to go into it but uh I'm tired and my head hurts lol. And have lots of school work to get done. If you would like me to you can send me another ask but for now I'm going to leave it at what I've already said. As far as I am concerned, and as far as is relevant for this discussion i believe, I worship HaShem.

I am quite aware of *why* Jews refer to G-d as "Hashem": i do so for the exact same reason. I never use the epithet personally, only ever in "academic" or public spiritual writings, and only ever use it in public as to not offend or possibly harm any Jews or Christians with similar feelings on orthopraxy and divine name usage.

All this said however, I can promise you that I have and will always try to do everything with awareness and respect.