#such an excellent banner..

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let me out

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University Of Oregon Black Studies Banner (:

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a doodle that I did a bit ago

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RIGHT I HAVE A RANDOM QUESTION

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me, the bitch who doesn't use trial characters unless absolutely necessary: wow Kazuki is fun and I just learned this today at 11 AM the morning of March 13th 2025

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Ooooh I love idk if this was on purpose but gives Brazil flag vibes with Lewis in the middle

Omg it wasn't on purpose but what a wonderful coincidence 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

[bob-artist]

Not only are the Comedy Wildlife Photo Award winners all excellent, the banner announcements are glorious when taken out of context.

[kaleidoscopiclights]

I loved this time so much. This was like the second golden age of RS RS for me. Asellus and White Rose shipping in our faces. Actual NPCs besides the same bosses and dev faves getting Styles? All of the art was great and the event itself was pretty cute.

Hoping for more of this in 2024. I need some of 2022's energy back in RS RS!

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Harris has been a staunch supporter of Israel for years. In 2017 she addressed the American Israel Public Affairs Committee’s (AIPAC) annual conference and reminded attendees that the first resolution she co-sponsored as a senator was aimed at combating “anti-Israel bias” at the United Nations. “Let me be clear about what I believe. I stand with Israel because of our shared values, which are so fundamental to the founding of both our nations,” she told the crowd. In 2018 she gave an off-the-record speech to the organization, but eventually released her comments. In that speech she claimed that she raised money for the Jewish National Fund as a Girl Scout. “Having grown up in the Bay area, I fondly remember those Jewish National Fund boxes that we would use to collect donations to plant trees for Israel,” she told the audience. “Years later, when I visited Israel for the first time, I saw the fruits of that effort and the Israeli ingenuity that has truly made a desert bloom.”

For those unfamiliar with the Jewish National Fund (JNF), they're a Zionist organization that has been instrumental in the ethnic cleansing of Palestine.

See Stop the JNF for more information on their history, the way they operate, and their decades-long campaign of greenwashing (i.e. destroying native plants, crops, and agriculture under the banner of 'making the desert bloom').

Continuing, the Mondoweiss article goes:

“The vast majority of people understand the importance of the State of Israel,” she added later. “Both in terms of its history and its present in terms of being a source of inspiration on so many issues, which I hope we will talk about, and also what it means in terms of the values of the United States and those values that are shared values with Israel, and the importance of fighting to make sure that we protect and respect a friend, one of the best friends we could possibly have.” While running for President in 2019, Harris was praised by the lobbying group Democratic Majority for Israel (DMFI) for running to the right of Obama on the Iran deal. On the campaign trail Harris told Kat Wellman, a voter affiliated with DMFI, that she would reenter the agreement but “strengthen it” by “extending the sunset provisions, including ballistic missile testing, and also increasing oversight.” “I was very impressed with her. I thought she gave an excellent speech, she gave a very detailed, responsive answer to my question,” Wellman told a local paper after the exchange. “I’m pro-Israel, so I was I was very concerned and all about making sure we limit nuclear missiles in any country that could possibly destroy us all. I thought her answer was very good.” Harris has condemned the BDS movement and claimed that is “based on the mistaken assumption that Israel is solely to blame for the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.” However, she voted against an anti-BDS bill in 2019 citing First Amendment concerns.

For the full article, which includes Kamala's response to Israel post Al-Aqsa Flood, see Mondoweiss (July 22, 2024)

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Ok, so another fic blurb! (loosely inspired by the recent banner hehe) | press here for filth

What if...... Sylus, the beast tamer, the liberator of the caged and broken, has a pet of his own? 

What if, in this scenario, you are the beast in question—his wild, fickle, untamed little plaything?

He doesn’t mean for it to happen. He caught wind of a trafficking ring auctioning hybrids of varying types—a setup he knows all too well, having freed countless creatures from similar fates on planets far away. And it's only supposed to go about one way, bringing along the kind of chaos he excels at: quick, efficient, brutal.

He will play the instigator, the matchstick to the pyre, and watch as the oppressed tear their captors apart. Blood will spill, chains will break, and he will revel amidst the pandemonium, a spectator to the glorious enactment of rightful vengeance.

But then—he sees you.

The runt of the pack, small and unsure, trembling in the eye of the storm he unleashes. Hackles raised, little fangs bared—not in defiance, but in fright.

You don’t fight. You don’t flee. You only flinch at the sound of slaughter, shoulders drawn tight, tail coiled around yourself like you can somehow disappear from it all. There’s something about the way you cower at the roar of violence, how you huddle in on yourself even as freedom crashes down around you, that makes something in him snap. Something visceral ignites in him.

An unfamiliar, wretched need to protect curls inside his ribs.

He can’t leave you here. He won’t.

And before he can even think to stop himself, his body moves on instinct, eviscerating anything in his way, cutting a clean path to where you stand frozen in fear. His hands find you, steady. Certain. 

He doesn't let you look—doesn’t let you see the finale of the insurrection that has made you shake in fear. The next thing you know, you’re in his arms, pressed against the unyielding heat of him as he makes a swift exit.

And the next thing he knows, you’ve already claimed him as yours.

It’s different this time, you think. You barely know this man—your unforeseen savior—but something about him calms the noise in your head, stills the frantic pulse in your throat. An inexplicable sense of security settles deep in you, and you swish your tail in contentment, loop it possessively around his leg—pressing your face into his neck, just breathing him in. Marking him in your own way. 

Warmth. Steel. Something sharp beneath it all.

Something dangerous. 

Powerful. 

Safe.  

And when you burrow deeper, seeking, instinctive, Sylus exhales like you’ve punched the air from his lungs.

He knows he can’t let you go.

His pretty beastie. His precious, skittish thing.

He doesn’t call you a pet. That word is foreign on his tongue, wrong, too close to what he stands against. And the last thing Sylus wants is for you to feel like you’ve simply exchanged one owner for another. No, never that. 

But then you look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes—innocent and somehow sly at the same time—pressing your body against him like you want to nestle under his skin.

You, his restless little distraction, his playfully insistent creature; always demanding his time, expecting the infamous leader of Onychinus (not that the title means a thing to you) to indulge you.

And he does.

Because he never gives you a reason to think otherwise—never denies you anything. Always so willing, so devoted to your happiness.

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It starts small.

Or maybe that’s what he tells himself.

Maybe it starts when he catches you preening in front of the mirror, grooming yourself with little licks, arching your back, testing the stretch of your limbs—and something about the way you move makes him clench his jaw and avert his gaze. 

Maybe it starts the first time you crawl into his lap without a second thought, tail curling idly around his wrist as you press close, heedless of the tension thrumming beneath his skin.

Or maybe it starts when you purr for him, soft and endearing and so achingly sweet, whenever his hands find themselves mapping the smooth expanse of your back. 

He shouldn’t touch you the way he does.

It’s indulgent, the way his fingers trace your spine, stroke the soft patch of fur at the base of your tail.

It’s indulgent, the way you stretch beneath his touch, arching, sighing, rubbing yourself against his palm like you need more.

It’s indulgent, the way he lets you.

And it only gets worse.

Because now, you’ve started seeking him out.

It’s innocuous at first. Always pressing against him whenever (and wherever) he’s seated, stealing his warmth, basking in his protective embrace. Curling around him like you belong there, lazy and spoiled, like you already know he won’t push you away.

And he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. 

Because when you tuck yourself against his side and let out that soft, pleased little “mrrr,” it does something terrible to him.

(It snaps his unraveling restraint, thread by thread.)

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His adorable, darling kitten. His. The moment he laid eyes on you, he knew. And oh, there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

His sweet little thing….. who’s getting bolder with each passing day. Pushing. Teasing. Learning exactly what makes him falter.

His baby, who goes into heat at certain times of the month and expects him to help—because he always helps, doesn’t he?

So it’s not your fault when you arch your back so shamelessly beneath his touch, when you shudder as his fingers find that sensitive spot on your tailbone.

It’s not your fault when you grind needily into his lap, rubbing yourself against his hardening cock in slow, lazy motions, feeling the change in his breathing, the sharp exhale through his nose (something that excites you to no end).

It’s not your fault when you whimper so prettily, let your tongue flick over his pulse, nip at his skin in playful challenge.

And it’s certainly not your fault when you feel it—massive, hot, and unmistakable beneath where you’re situated on top of him. 

The air between you shifts. Thickens.

His fingers tighten, grip bruising as he stills you.

His breath is slow, painstakingly measured—and he knows he’s fighting a losing battle.

Sylus, torn between the animalistic desire to give you everything you ask for, and the absolute immorality of wanting to render you useless, to force you down on all fours and thoroughly fuck you, breed you on every surface in this damned house, and the last, fraying threads of his restraint wavers.

Then his precious little pet mewls for him.

And it’s like a switch flips inside him.

A breaking. A liberation.

That’s all it takes.

Because when you whimper his name, voice desperate and pleading, hips pressing forward so insistently—when you beg him, hiccuping, to do something, please, please—

Sylus gives in.

[hexenfleur]

The five star herta shop light cone for Seele is mine 😤

[omagpies]

man with excellent self-restraint

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[syluxs]

weekend heat

pairing: sylus/reader

summary: you and sylus have always been just friends--flirty friends, sure, but still just friends. that is, until you "accidentally" text him a request for a sexy picture.

notes: the banner used below is from starmocha

1: a moment of boldness

it was late, and you were feeling extremely bold.

sylus had always been your favorite person to flirt with--effortlessly charming, sharp-witted, and just cocky enough to make it fun. but tonight, for reasons you’d blame on exhaustion (or maybe just boredom), you decided to take things a step further.

so you sent the text.

y/n: send me something sexy :)

you stared at your phone, heart pounding. you could still unsend it. you could say it was a joke. or--

ding.

sylus: Did you mean to send this to me?

you bit your lip as you tried to suppress a smile, trying to decide how to play it off. before you could type a reply, another message popped up.

sylus: Should I be honored?

oh, he may be enjoying this.

y/n: oops. my bad. wrong person.

a lie. a stupid, dumb lie. but maybe it would save you from complete embarrassment, the feeling of regret and shame suddenly starting to bubble up in you.

sylus: Shame. I was just about to take my shirt off too.

you stared. he was definitely messing with you.

y/n: oh don't let me stop you.

sylus: Oh? but it wasnt meant for me

y/n: i mean, if you really wanna send one, i won’t stop you.

y/n: this is actually strictly for scientific purposes

you could already imagine the smirk on his face through the screen. sylus loved teasing you, and this was prime, excellent material. you pictured him leaning back, phone in hand, eyebrow raised as he typed out his next message.

sylus: Oh, so this is about science?

y/n: yep. purely educational.

sylus: Interesting. what exactly are we studying here?

y/n: so the effects of good lighting on abs

a pause.

then--

sylus: You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless, all you had to do was ask.

your face was burning. he was having way too much fun with this.

sylus was ridiculously attractive--something you’d been painfully aware of since the moment you met him.

but that didn’t mean you were about to let him have the upper hand.

y/n: no way

y/n: ok fine. it's whatever, if u wanna show off then go ahead

y/n: i’m asking

another pause. you stared at the typing indicator, your heart doing somersaults. then--

ding.

a photo.

you clicked it open, and--oh.

the lighting was almost too good, casting sharp shadows and highlighting every inch of his defined muscles. sylus was sprawled across his bed, one arm propped behind his head, the other was holding his phone at just the right angle. his shirt was completely gone, probably tossed aside somewhere out of frame, leaving his toned chest and sculpted abs completely exposed.

if this was someone else, you would've immediately blocked their cringey and sleazy ass. heck, you won't even bother sending them a message in the first place.

but this is sylus. and sylus is... sylus.

his skin was golden, the warm light accentuating the dips and curves of his lean, athletic build. every ridge of his stomach was sharp, his v-line disappearing beneath the waistband of his... boxers? honestly, you weren't sure as you've never seen him wearing sweatpants or the likes. jeans were the most casual piece of bottoms you've ever seen him wore. anyway, whatever it was, it hung just low enough to make your mouth go dry.

his hair was tousled, just messy enough to look effortlessly perfect, like he had just run his fingers through it. strands fell across his forehead, making him look even more attractive.

but it was his expression that sent a rush of heat through you.

he wasn’t just smirking. he also has this half-lidded gaze, sharp yet lazy, look in his eyes, like he knew exactly what effect this was going to have on you. one side of his lips was curled upward, his jaw sharp enough to cut, and his entire posture screamed unbothered confidence.

it was a picture sent to ruin you. and it was working.

your brain short-circuited, hand flying to cover your mouth.

honestly, why does he keep indulging you?

sylus: Scientific enough for you?

you swallowed. you could play this cool. you had to play this cool. you need to play this cool.

y/n: hmmm

y/n: needs further study

sylus: Oh? So you need more evidence?

y/n: obviously.

sylus: youre insatiable.

y/n: and you love it hhha

sylus: I do.

your breath hitched. why did he not say something snarky? his reply felt like… more than just flirting.

before you could overthink it, another message popped up.

sylus: So… Still just friends?

your breath was caught in your throat. it wasn’t the first time he’d said something like this--little comments, teasing remarks that almost sounded serious.

sylus had always flirted like it was a game, but sometimes, just sometimes, it felt like there was more to it. like he was waiting for you to pick up on something you kept ignoring, 'cause why the hell would sylus want anything more with you? what would he even get out of this? he's sylus--gorgeous, tall, rich, he has everything. you were just… well, not to sound insecure, you.

so you did what you always did. you brushed it off.

besides, if he wanted something more, he will need to be more direct as you're not the type to just assume things.

y/n: friends who do scientific research together!! :DD

the typing bubble appeared. then disappeared.

you stared.

was he actually thinking hard about what to reply? sylus never hesitated. he always had a response ready, always knew exactly what to say to keep the conversation rolling, to keep you flustered.

but this time, he was pausing.

when the typing bubble popped up again, your heart pounded.

then--

sylus: Hm okay think I like this study group.

your stomach is aching.

y/n: yeah….... me too.

you exhaled, staring at the screen a second longer than necessary. this was just how you and sylus were--pushing, teasing, toeing a line neither of you acknowledged. and yet, something about this felt different. seriously, you asking, and him sending a topless picture? is that still playing around?

this time, sylus didn’t reply right away. a full minute passed. then another.

you were overthinking, just because he always never lets you be the "last chat".

your phone buzzed. not a text.

a call.

sylus.

you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

you hovered over the answer button, heart racing. shit, your hands were even trembling a bit. from excitement? from nervousness? who knows.

then, before you could stop yourself, you picked up.

"so," his voice came through the speaker, smooth, amused, but lower than usual. "do you need a minute, or are you done losing your mind over me?"

your stomach flipped violently.

no, you were not gonna let him have the upper hand.

"w-what?" you stammered, cursing yourself immediately. and hung up.

but you were too flustered to speak with him right now.

sylus had always been a gentleman--not in an obvious, in-your-face way, but in the way that mattered. he never pushed, never demanded, never made you feel like you owed him anything. you never said it out loud, but you always appreciated that about him. it was one of the main reasons you even entertained this back-and-forth in the first place. you weren’t the type to flirt for fun unless there was at least something there. and with sylus? yeah, there was definitely something.

and even now, after sending you that picture, he wasn’t asking for anything in return. no sly requests, no hints that you should even the score. nothing.

maybe he just wasn’t interested like that. maybe this was just another game to him.

sylus was a lot of things--cocky, annoying, too smooth for his own good--but he was also a big consent king. if he wanted more, he’d want you to say it first.

he didn't even hint that you should return the favor.

but now, you were thinking about doing it anyway.

your fingers twitched. would it really be that crazy?

he’d been teasing you all night, knowing exactly what he was doing. but what if, you turned the tables on him?

what if you made him flustered?