#tyvette

[zootycutie]

And the Hazzmatzz are humanized, rounding out another series of my OCs humanized. ^_^ They were interesting to work with, since they're really lacking with noticeable features.

[cinnamonest]

I'm surprized that Kaeya isn't a 10 on the instability since, ya know, he's pretty much the only yandere that's straight up willing to kill his darling in the whole "If i can't have you, no one can" if they try to escape one too many times... unless there's others that fit that category 👀. Also, Bennett you sweet little baby boy you are too good for the yandere world that is Tyvett.

Ahh well he’s certainly the worst here, but honestly when I was thinking about it I thought about future and realized while he’s the most unstable of genshin yans, I can think of several boys from other series I would write for who would be even more unstable, so I subtracted a point from him.

And he is. He is too pure. He just wants darling’s happiness. Bless.

[bloodied-teardrops]

hmmm.... loving the concept of the "player x yandere genshin impact characters" going on here. let's toss things up with a spin on things shall we?

  lets say that the player is able/forced to enter the game BUT only when they sleep and they spawn wherever they logged out from? Their body is still in bed but their conscious transfer over. Not only that but their state of being (physical prowess, health, etc) of their real body is connected to the game body (i.e. results of exercise, muscle memory, wounds and such would transfer but not items). Only the first time does it happen do items cross over (the clothes for the first time so the in game body isn't naked LOL, unless they sleep naked then the clothes they wore during the day). Maybe the whole ordeal starts sporadically, so it's not every night but over times becomes more and more common until it's every night.

  I can easily imagine so many scenarios about this but I'll just start with one for now:

  The player was doing late night mining and ended up on the cliffs near the winery before logging out to head to bed. They awake in the fields when it's night, semi-naked or in pjs, confused as fuck. After realizing it's not a dream and it looks like Tyvett do they realize they need to get somewhere safe and see the Winery in the distant. They make their way over, getting bunch of scratch, scrap, and cuts of varying degrees trying to avoid monsters, running if noticed, climbing down as carefully as possible on reasonable heights, and generally not being able to see shit. It takes a long time because of all of that and by time they get to the Winery, Diluc is back from his "Darknight Hero" activities lol and (assuming they all gained access to the camera to know what the player looks like) is stunned before immediately helping them patch up (and get some clothes on if they are semi-naked LOL). Interactions happen before the player faints because their alarm clock went off, the in game body disappearing right after.

  Player notices the wounds still, patches themselves up or goes to a doctor if bad enough, pops open the game b/c "wtf just happened????" with Diluc being so fucking relieve seeing the player log in. The other players are worried instead if they see the wounds or if the player takes about them.

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You've kind of lost me. Do the wounds go to the physical body and then pop up again on the game body? Does the game body just collapse when they wake up?

[supportblackart]

TOMORROW!! Tyvette Symone @tyvettesymone will be presenting her first solo show, Harvest Moon, at Seven House Gallery in Brooklyn on Thursday, October 25th. The exhibition is a collection of the last five years of her work, featuring installations, collaged canvases, and the raw materials that form her practice. Each creation represents a different aspect of an emotion or principle based on what they are made of. Her most recent expression incorporates a taxidermied set of geese wings collaged with crystals and other natural materials on canvas. Harvest Moon aims to educate and inspire the audience by including displays and information about the raw materials used in each piece, highlighting the process of transformation, rebirth and reformation. Viewers are invited to experience the exhibit with their eyes open and closed, taking inventory of their internal response to the metaphysical properties of the art. Laurelle Rethke, founder of The Faerie Den in midtown Manhattan, will be there to speak to those who are interested in a deeper understanding of each of the minerals healing properties. Tyvette Symone’s practice lies in mixed media collage, utilizing natural materials such as crystals, pressed flowers and feathers on canvas and in glass. A self taught artist, her natural affection for the metaphysical offerings of nature is what first inspired her craft. Seven House Gallery is located in East Williamsburg at 35 Meadow Street, Brooklyn, NY. Opening reception for Harvest Moon is on Thursday, October 25th from 6-10pm. The exhibition will be on view until Sunday, October 28th from 2pm-6pm each day. Samples of the artist’s work can be seen at tyvettesymone.com, and any inquiries can be sent to info@tyvettesymone.com. STAY TUNED TO OUR #STORY FEED FOR SNEAK PEEKS OF HER SHOW! See you there!! 🎨 . . #supportblackart #tyvettesymone #harvestmoon #soloshow #art #artshow #brooklynartist #supportblackartists #crystals #flowers #feathers #vibes #artinnature #beautyofnature #artisttofollow #artisttowatch #artislife https://www.instagram.com/p/BpU-W72jglo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8o9pac3ezv50

[reneeroyale-blog]

Tyvette Symone, “Guardian”, 2018. @tyvettesymone 🔥👏🏾 This show is so beautiful. It’s up until Sunday, available for viewing daily 2-6pm at @7house.ny. Get into it. #tyvettesymone #harvestmoon #guardian #wings #crystals #collage #soloshow #nycartscene #brooklynart #mixedmedia #artshow #artexperience #artlife https://www.instagram.com/p/BpZFNinlqpM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ge0s09m9dury

[cancersfakianakis1]

Cancers, Vol. 10, Pages 277: The Impact of Mesothelin in the Ovarian Cancer Tumor Microenvironment

Cancers, Vol. 10, Pages 277: The Impact of Mesothelin in the Ovarian Cancer Tumor Microenvironment

Cancers doi: 10.3390/cancers10090277

Authors: Tyvette S. Hilliard

Ovarian cancer is the deadliest gynecological disease among U.S. women. Poor 5-year survival rates (<30%) are due to presentation of most women at diagnosis with advanced stage disease with widely disseminated intraperitoneal metastasis. However, when diagnosed before metastatic propagation the overall 5-year survival rate is >90%. Metastasizing tumor cells grow rapidly and aggressively attach to the mesothelium of all organs within the peritoneal cavity, including the parietal peritoneum and the omentum, producing secondary lesions. In this review, the involvement of mesothelin (MSLN) in the tumor microenvironment is discussed. MSLN, a 40kDa glycoprotein that is overexpressed in many cancers including ovarian and mesotheliomas is suggested to play a role in cell survival, proliferation, tumor progression, and adherence. However, the biological function of MSLN is not fully understood as MSLN knockout mice do not present with an abnormal phenotype. Conversely, MSLN has been shown to bind to the ovarian cancer antigen, CA-125, and thought to play a role in the peritoneal diffusion of ovarian tumor cells. Although the cancer-specific expression of MSLN makes it a potential therapeutic target, more studies are needed to validate the role of MSLN in tumor metastasis.

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[cariboucrackhouse]

cute lil gryphs

[verbalverite]

A Blind Commitment Part IV

My first visit with Terry was like an emotional appetizer. It only left me with a stronger hunger and desire to know more. Reflecting on the time I had just spent, I wanted nothing more than to plan our next visit. He painted fantasies of freedom by next week so we could move our adventures to a wilder playing field.  He touched my hand and told me I was beautiful in more ways than the obvious. He cooed his complaints silently as to not alarm the nazi nursing staff. I leaned in closer to show Terry that I was truly sorry he was there, feeling his frustration radiate off of his spirit, yet his eyes remained the same. Although the shirt was a bit too small, he wore it proudly and we laughed as M&Ms spilled onto the table from our hands and rolled on the floor like a bleeding rainbow without concern. His appreciation for my simple gifts was genuine and when I promised my return, I was being genuine as well.

The breeze stroked my face as I gazed upon the graffiti that the universe had left on the sky. Swirls of blue and white with splotches of grey and pink strewn in between flecks of yellow sunshine. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, taking in the oceans scent once more as the boat sped off back to Manhattan.

Somehow, I had allowed myself to become connected to this boy, blindly committing the one thing that New York teaches its residents to never offer without reward; your time. And as I spent more time with Terry, I realized that finding out the truth about him was going to be impossible if it was going to be left up to him to tell me. He avoided and rephrased every question I asked him about his personal life in a manner that made me seriously question whos intelligence was being insulted; mine or his. But in this instance every single vibration in my being was telling me to keep giving my time to Terry, regardless of the outcome. 

Unfortunately, the second trip I made to see Terry didn't go as I had hoped. 

When I really sit back and think about what it was I wanted to give Terry more than anything, it was to alleviate a feeling of disappointment. They say you shouldn't put your faith in man, but when it comes down to it, we all would like to believe we have a twin soul out there; someone who we can just count on to be there every single time no matter what. A mirrored conscious that isn't bound to you by blood or financial reasoning, just simply their own desire to reciprocate.

Three weeks later I was anxious and excited to finally tell Terry that I was coming to see him again. He had asked several times, but my work schedule and personal life with the holidays coming up was not allowing for a day of travel and mystery. Despite the city's constant overwhelming grip on my affairs, I found the time.

His next request was for two McChicken sandwiches and an iced coffee from Starbucks. I wasn't really in the position to be treating to anything. I had been busting my ass trying to save money so I could get my own place and try to move out of my Uncle's basement, while still trying to maintain a social life in a city that lets you make just enough money to sustain and never leave, but considering everything Terry showed me, this was a request I felt could be easily accommodated.  

Terry showed me how vulnerable he was the moment we laid eyes on each other. As time went on through our brief phone conversations and attempts at verbal intimacy, I began to guard Terry's heart with my own, and I didn't want to ever see him be left or let down again. Through the weeks our conversations lasted longer as his paranoia subsided with each day he was medicated. I never could get too far in asking him about people or his feelings. Everyone he ever knew had fucked him over and left him out in the cold, enough so to make him truly believe he had no family or anyone in the world to count on. I was going to make damn sure that I would be the one shining example of consistency in his life. His protector and guardian angel. I would never lie to him or try to shield him from the truth. Soften the blow maybe, but he would never be forgotten or dismissed by me.

I glanced down at my cell phone and noticed that my normal commute time was not enough to include these two stops with lines longer than my patience. I considered jumping out of line and just running over to the pier to catch the ferry, but the possibility that I would disappoint Terry by arriving empty handed after I gave my word to have these gifts in tow was too much in my mind. Clutching the gifts in my arms, I pushed through the flow of sidewalk traffic and sprinted towards the water. I lost valuable moments in time waiting for traffic lights to change and for tourists to realize that there is a walking speed limit in this town. I burst into a full sprint, spilling coffee and pushing people out of my way. If jay walking was a felony I would have been on death row. Cabs honked and swerved around me. This couldn't be happening. Thirty minutes until the next boat means thirty minutes late into Staten Island, resulting in the need for time I won't have waiting for a bus transfer, leaving me with a possibility of 5 minutes max for my visit with Terry. Assuming they even let me inside at that point. My body froze as I threw myself into the sound of boat horns announcing their exit.

I had officially let Terry down, and there was no way to guarantee forgiveness or a second opportunity. 

But I had to try.

[zootycutie]

And done with my tribes for now for Tribe Swaps! X3 I feel like Tyvette is a bit "plain" compared to the others, to be honest, but there wasn't much I could give her. XP

[reneeroyale-blog]

TOMORROW!! 🙌🏾🎨💕 Tyvette Symone @tyvettesymone will be presenting her first solo show, Harvest Moon, at Seven House Gallery in Brooklyn on Thursday, October 25th. The exhibition is a collection of the last five years of her work, featuring installations, collaged canvases, and the raw materials that form her practice. Each creation represents a different aspect of an emotion or principle based on what they are made of. Her most recent expression incorporates a taxidermied set of geese wings collaged with crystals and other natural materials on canvas. Harvest Moon aims to educate and inspire the audience by including displays and information about the raw materials used in each piece, highlighting the process of transformation, rebirth and reformation. Viewers are invited to experience the exhibit with their eyes open and closed, taking inventory of their internal response to the metaphysical properties of the art. Laurelle Rethke, founder of The Faerie Den in midtown Manhattan, will be there to speak to those who are interested in a deeper understanding of each of the minerals healing properties. Tyvette Symone’s practice lies in mixed media collage, utilizing natural materials such as crystals, pressed flowers and feathers on canvas and in glass. A self taught artist, her natural affection for the metaphysical offerings of nature is what first inspired her craft. Seven House Gallery is located in East Williamsburg at 35 Meadow Street, Brooklyn, NY. Opening reception for Harvest Moon is on Thursday, October 25th from 6-10pm. The exhibition will be on view until Sunday, October 28th from 2pm-6pm each day. Samples of the artist’s work can be seen at tyvettesymone.com, and any inquiries can be sent to info@tyvettesymone.com. #tyvettesymone #harvestmoon #soloshow #art #artshow #brooklynartist #brooklynart #crystals #flowers #feathers #vibes #blackgirlmagic (at East Williamsburg, Brooklyn) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpU-9kanRwC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kah0l0e5oipf

[zootycutie]

And my final of these so-far-done Mixels! ^_^ Tyvette made for an interesting vector.