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sunderedazem · 2 years
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YELLING about this commission of Corrain, my Jedi Knight OC, as painted by the insanely lovely @stellorc!! (thank you SO much I'm in love 💙😭💙😭)
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Do you have any screenshots of Leo's portals closing? I can't seem to find any and desperately need a reference lol
OP has probably long found the refs, but if anyone else needs them (I'm going to add the portals opening as well:
Test animation:
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The Show:
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summerwages · 2 years
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night shift..
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the photo you took of the detail of the golden reflection of the sun on the wet sand, with a wave rolling on in, is really beautiful and thoughtful. it moved me a little bit; i got a warm feeling in my chest looking at it. thank you for sharing it with us!
One of the mornings, my sister and my mother joined me for a dawn walk down the beach. At one point, my mother asked how the whole scene made us feel---the rush of the ocean, the sky paling, the quiet even of the other people gathered on the beach to watch the sunrise with us. Thoughtful? she asked. Does it make you think about the future?
And I answered very honestly that I couldn't stop thinking about how---this has been happening for so much longer than any of us could fathom. It was a deeply ancient thing, the sun rising over the sea; there had to have been thousands upon millions of mornings where where it happened just like this, whether anyone was there to witness it or not.
(This prompted a brief digression into how old the ocean actually was---after some back and forth, we decided that the ocean became the ocean when it was oxygenated, which according to my scientist sister is approximately 500 million years ago. On the timescale of the universe, the ocean is a baby. Humanity, though, has never existed without it.)
My sister added that when she looked at the sky and the waves, she was struck by how it would keep happening, long after we were gone---not just the three of us, but the whole human race. The vacation homes and the carefully-cultivated white sand beach might drown, collapse, or return to wilderness, but nothing else would change, because the sea and the sky were indifferent to our existence.
My mother, who clearly had not been expecting 6:55am meditations on humanity’s smallness and insignificance in the face of the universe, gave up.
All this to say...we have an almost embarrassingly short period of time in which to notice how beautiful the world is. And the awareness of that beauty, unlike the rest, will not outlast us. So we might as well cling to what we can.
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that-dinopunk-guy · 2 months
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I bought more paperbacks.
(Also I got the Peter F. Hamilton books entirely based on enjoying Pandora's Star like twenty years ago and completely managed to not realize there's another book between The Dreaming Void and The Evolutionary Void.)
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myflawsburnthrumyskin · 4 months
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the crescent moon and the rising sun🌙🌅
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Dragons that got gened the other day!
Gale (he/him) is a linguist specialising in mapping out the North-Plague Talonok dialect, as well as helping out in Proto-Talonok reconstrucion as a passion project on the side. He is a big excitable nerd who is currently staying at The Chattering Tower on a work expedition and notes-exchange
Akka (they/he) is, in terms of site mechanics, Aelroth's dad who I scattered recently. In terms of lore, they're one of the Librarians. They keep to organising shelves and research out of the way of wandering eyes. Everyone who's ever met him has been insistent that they have met them before, but the recalled details seem to change by the hour, and Akka is a dragon of few words, both on this topic and in general
Candela (it/she) and Crescent (he/him) are two members of the royal guard in Torchbound, with Candela being one of Veritas' typical entourage and Crescent being a short-range messenger. Their broadcasts are subject to change but they're both very moon-aligned for me and also I have Along The Road by Radical Face stuck in my head
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Purple Sky with a Hint of Crescent Moon
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shayna365x · 4 months
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Tuesday, 1/9/24. Caught the waning crescent rising this morning. It looks like it’s going to catch Venus!
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galacticthedreamer · 4 months
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lupismaris · 8 months
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Evidence of my state of mental health can easily be determined by how many candles I bring home from target
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sunderedazem · 2 years
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Corrain Gealai, Fallen Jedi - Lord Lune, the Emperor's Blade
(AKA: Lord Lune, the person he becomes on the Emperor's Fortress after Vitiate breaks him, who he thereafter tries to pretend never existed. Because healthy coping mechanisms whomst?)
And a side-by-side with him before he falls!
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bunny584 · 4 months
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OBSESSED: GETO
A/N: Suguru is a patient, kind, wonderful, completely out-of-his-mind-insane man. I just had to capture it on paper. (The Yuuta installment is up next, this one was just crawling out of me lol)
C/W: Voyeurism (the real Shibuya incident 🤭) Mature, 18+
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Suguru should stop.
He really should fucking stop.
You two are friends. Innocent. Platonic. The very best of friends.
And yet, here he is. Watching a live feed of you walking through your apartment door.
Keys to the left.
Heels kicked off to the right. You’ll come back to those later.
He drapes the bath towel around his neck. Catching the last few almond water droplets from his thick, near waist length hair. He’ll be at your place later; he wouldn’t forgive himself if he was the reason you caught a cold.
And capital punishment for anyone who rouses a single strand of hair on your head.
6:38 PM. A little late today. But it’s a Wednesday and there’s a farmers market in the town square. You always stop for chocolate croissants too late on Wednesdays. The vendor leaves before you’re out of work.
There are four of them on low heat in his oven right now.
Because Suguru now knows the vendor on a first name basis. He’s paid him well over asking price to have 4 chocolate croissants (made 2 batches later than what he sells during the day) be delivered to his place every Wednesday.
Because you’re his friend.
His best friend. And he can’t stand the thought of you going a second without anything you want in this lifetime.
Oh fucking hell.
Your (his) favorite blazer is off. As is the demure mint silk button up that it was covering. Both now wistfully draped over the corner of the kitchen island. He finds the way you throw your things around haphazardly so adorable.
But that doesn’t matter right now.
Like clockwork, Suguru’s left hand drags down his sweatpants, just enough to let his overgrown, painfully hard cock free. It bounces well past his belly button, like a fresh wire spring.
And with cinematic timing, you lean over your kitchen island. In nothing but your lacy bra and snug little pencil shirt. Mindlessly catching up on your social media.
The way your plush, pouty rose lips hang slightly open. And your fucking perfect tits spill over the top of your slightly undersized bra. The lazy S curve from your petite shoulders…tapered down to your waist…back out to the swell of your hips.
“Fuck,” a king cobra hiss escapes his lips.
You’re dizzying. Utterly fucking intoxicating.
Suguru’s chest rises and falls. The pace of his hand around his cock crescendos. Almost angrily.
How could you do this to him?
You’re his best friend for fucks sake.
Precum slicks from his thick, blunt tip. Squelching around his knuckles.
Your back arches into a mini crescent moon. And Suguru might as well have swallowed a blow torch.
“Nnnhhgh fuck, g-god…so…” Sharp drags of air mix with his poorly choked down moans.
His hand grips harder. Hips now rutting up off his desk chair. Hungry. Needy. Imprecise pumps into the slick ring of his fingers. Chasing another high he so desperately wishes you could personally give.
Because the way he feels right now?
The sheer malevolence in his mind. The depravity. You trust him completely and he can’t trust himself with you at all.
Beautiful, enchanting girl.
You reduce him to a perverted, bird brained slave to his desires.
You make him want to violate you. To fuck a cock-shaped hole through the back of your skirt to your cervix.
He wants to pick you up and bounce you along all 10 inches of his length and watch himself bludgeon through to your stomach.
He wants to pin you down and use your pretty little throat as his personal cocksleeve. And watch you garble and cry and drool around his invading length while you struggle for air. And listen to the melodic sounds of you gasping and muffled around his dick when he makes you apologize.
Apologize for being so goddamn irresistible. For bringing this depraved shell of a human being out of him.
Electricity runs the length of his manhood. His breaths are jagged, tendrils of wavey hair matted to his forehead.
The sound of your ringtone slices through the static in his brain. Tethering him back out of his criminal spiral.
“H-hey, pretty.” Suguru forces his baritone to level out. Hand still stroking his length.
Your wispy, girly giggle almost finishes him instantly.
“You’ve gotta stop with the pet names, Suguru! The trail of women in your wake hate me enough as it is.”
“Ha-I c-couldn’t care less.” Talking is harder than breathing for him.
You lean up from the counter and start twirling your hair in a way that makes him want to carve out another galaxy for you. Just for you. Anything for you.
“Movie night? I’ve been wanting to—“
“Yes.” Suguru is almost embarrassed at how quickly he cut you off. Like a fucking dog.
You laugh again and stroll to your refrigerator. He knows you’re lamenting the missed croissants. And he knows you know there’s a 99.99% chance he’s already gotten them for you. Because he is silly putty for you. He crumbles to stardust in your hands.
Because he’s your best friend.
“I got them.” Suguru rasps out. Hands moving so fast up his shaft, precum surging out his tip. He’s so close. So fucking—
“God I love you.”
And he snaps. Hot, thick ropes of his cum splay everywhere. Suguru draws metallic from his bottom lip, clenching down so hard not to give himself away.
You said it so innocently. So platonically. And it shifted his entire world on its axis.
His best fucking friend.
“Love you too, I’ll be there at 8.”
PART. II
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summerwages · 2 years
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Super ambitions..
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amourrs · 2 months
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abby anderson who stands behind you and places her hands over your stomach whenever you’re busy talking to someone, nodding along intently as she slides her fingers back to your hips and grips them until your face heats and you bat at her digits in embarrassment. those same hands gripping that same pair of hips later on as her lips melt into yours, fingernails digging tiny moons into your flesh- temporary crescent-shaped tattoos of affection that linger on your skin hours later and make the hairs on the back of your neck rise when you catch sight of them in the shower. those hands- you swear to her that you hate them, hate the way they trail from your hips to your thighs, the way they part your legs effortlessly as abby’s tongue follows their direction and licks a stripe up your cunt, the way they clamp you down to the bedsheets as your back arches in pleasure… she knows it’s a lie, though. you prove it with every whimper that falls from your lips as you beg for more, more, more of her, more of her hands squeezing your ass as she presses feather-light kisses to your clit, more of her fingers, deft and skilled as they slide against the spot inside you that has you mewling abby’s name as she smears a kiss against your clavicle. “thought you hated my hands, baby?” she mocks, lips curling into a smile as she tucks you into bed beside her after your shower, arm curling around your shoulders. you pout petulantly. “sure didn’t hate them tonight, did ya—” you cut her off with a pillow to the face. “ow!” your eyes roll sullenly in their sockets, but you can’t help but feel just a little bit bad for your girlfriend as she looks at you in shock and you give in… “want me to kiss it better?” her instant nod really doesn’t come as a surprise.
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hoodiedmenace · 6 months
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One day I'm gonna kiss the character designers for rise of the tmnt.
Yeah shape theory and all that, it's super neat but IT GOES SO MUCH DEEPER.
Since the beginning of tmnt, the turtles have always been hard to distinguish from each other. Especially in the 1987 show, but all the way up to 2007 movie, the one thing the turtles have really had to distinguish themselves is their color of their masks, their weapons, and usually some minor design changes like the letter on their belts, height, and skin tone. But even those have been subtle.
The 2012 series is really the first tmnt iteration to change up the turtles in a significant way. Not only is their skin different shades of green, but their heights are a more significant difference. Donnie towers of the other turtles, and Mikey's height really solidifies him as the youngest brother.
That isn't where the differences end, though. Raph has a crack in his plastron, Mikey has freckles, and Donnie is much lankier and skinny than the others. The main problem with this though, is that they are still fairly subtle. From behind and without their masks on, it's impossible to tell whether its Mikey, Leo, or Raph on screen. Not to mention, Leo is sort of treated as a 'base', and the other three turtles are just alterations made to his design.
Rise, on the other hand, said "hold my beer."
Not only do rise turtles have the different heights, skin tones, and masks, they have different body types.
And not only are these differing body types useful in telling the turtles apart, they have genuine meanings. So I'm gonna infect your brains with my brainrot.
Starting with Mikey.
Mikey has always been the silliest of the group, the party dude, if you will. Rise uses shape theory to give this playful, young vibe to him. Not only are his markings circles, but so is his head and shell. His design is very rounded overall.
The other thing about rise, is that all their fighting types are different. Their weapons influence these styles along with their personality. Mikey's style of fighting is very acrobatic, very showy. He is very in touch with his sense of balance and the space around him.
It can't be a coincidence that Mikey's body type is also very similar to an acrobat or gymnastic athlete. His muscles are small but compact, and rounded like the rest of him. His limbs are small, but clearly strong and well maintained. Acrobats often have these types of hidden muscles, where they almost disappear when not in use because of the function of them. They aren't using the muscles for heavy lifting or grueling tasks. Acrobats use their muscles for balance and manipulating their own body.
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Next is Leo. Unlike 2012 where Leo is used as a baseline for the other character designs, he most definitely has his own unique look. Overall, he's very sharp. His crescent moon markings on his face and limbs, his swords, and his overall stylized body shape leans into this pointed, sharp look.
Leo attacks quick in the series. He is often one of the first to strike, and thinks well ahead in battle to preserve his energy. His battle moves tend to also continue throughout the fight with a large blow in the beginning and end, with smaller strikes in between.
Leo is also the leanest of the turtles, with a small waist and the lithest of the turtles' limbs. All of this points his character design towards a long distance runner. They often start and end races with bursts of energy, and then pace themselves throughout the rest of the race. They have to think and consider their speed. Long distance runners also have very lean muscles. It has to do with the actual proteins in the muscle that make them thinner but perfect for pacing and persevering throughout long lengths of time.
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Similar to Leo is Donnie. The disaster twins, as the fandom has named them for being the same age, are the most physically similar. They are nearly the same height and, when Donnie had his battle shell on, their shells are very similar in shape. However, they are still very different. Donnie has a rectangular build with his purple pixel-like markings and big ass forehead. Him and Raph also are the only turtles in rise with full head coverings, and they are also both square shaped.
Donnie tends to put all of his energy into one, well timed blow. Usually using his tech to discombobulate the enemy and then backing off quickly. (The only time this doesn't hold true is when he's fighting with April, where it's only the two of them. However, he still does tend to attack and then back away.) His muscles are the second most defined of the turtles, being thick and bigger than both Leo and Mikey.
For this reason, Donnie I believe is built off of a sprinter. A short distance runner. The perfect match to Leo (the twins ever bro)
Sprinters have to save up all of their energy in order to use it all in one short length of time, often just a few seconds. Exactly how Donnie attacks. Sprinters also have much larger, more defined muscles than long distance runners. I think it has something to do with storing energy and oxygen to be used all at once.
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Finally, there's Raph. Raph is big and bulky in the show, with the biggest muscles and is *physically the strongest. He lifts giant boulders and can carry all three of his brothers, April, and Splinter with ease. His shape is a square, with his head and chest being large and boxy. His fighting style is the least ninja-y out of the four, being more related to actually just throwing hands with someone. He fights physically and often times without his weapons, preferring to attack with his body. He gets in the enemy's space and uses his larger size to overpower them. His ability to make himself bigger with his mystic powers furthers this idea. He attacks hard and doesn't let up, not allowing his weaknesses to be exploited by keeping the enemy from never getting a hit in.
I believe Raph is based off of a wrestler or boxer. They fight physically and roughly, preferring to never allow their opponent get a hit in if it allows. Their act of defense is also similar, as boxers generally use their weapon as defense instead of offense. (Raph does this in the train battle and the shredder fight pre-karai death.) Even some of Raph's moves are essentially boxing moves. It also makes sense why, in the show, Raph loves wrestling so much. It may not be boxing, but it's a very similar sport.
Boxers also have large, bulky figures similar to Raph. Their entire body is muscular as opposed to just their legs or arms because of how physical their sport is.
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*Mikey throws a lot of super heavy stuff like the top of a sky scraper, a loaded cargo ship, and a semi-truck, but he does it with the help of his mystic weapon.
Hahaha I'm so. Normal.
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