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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 10 months

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S/O is a amazing artist who draws every single day for hours, however they never let skeleton see what they're actually drawing. Hiding away in a dark room, and blocking the screen whenever Skeleton tries to look.

One day, Skeleton finds a folder on S/O's computer that contains hundreds of drawings of Skeleton, and then they find another, and another, and another. Thousands of drawings all containing Skeleton in various different situations, and poses.

This is seemingly what S/O has been working on all this time, nonstop drawings of Skeleton, every day for hours.

Undertale Sans - He snorts. That's sure a hell lot of skeletons you got there. He won't tell anything, he's too nice for this, but he will definitely do more bone puns than usual which you found extremely suspicious. He might also put a lot of Papyrus gift bones in your bed for some reason. He will never tell you he knows. But he knows.

Undertale Papyrus - Even if he is very flattered you think he is so cool you would draw him thousands of time, he is just a little bit concerned about the number of drawings. It's quite a lot. Maybe a little too much. Hum. He won't say anything to not make you uncomfortable, but you can see him trying to look over your shoulder every time you're drawing and tries to make you draw something else by pressuring you with his presence lol.

Underswap Sans - He comes to you, your notebook in hands, and inocently says to you that if you wanted to see him naked so bad you just had to ask. You flush like hell and he is for sure very proud of himself.

Underswap Papyrus - He panicks and tries to back away. He slips on a thing on the floor and crashes in your art stuff in a very loud rumble. You run, scared, and find him lying on the floor, entirely orange and cover in paint and ink. He stays very still just in case it's enough for you not noticing him. Too much feelings for a day.

Underfell Sans - He chuckles evily and decides to do the same by drawing you naked. His plan was perfect until he remembered he has no idea how you draw people. You look like a rotting potato with sticks for legs and arms. Uh. Maybe it's not a good idea after all. Too bad that, as he's about to discard it, you snatch it from his hands. He feels so stupid he wrote your name at the top of the picture. He teleports away to cringe in his pillow, face entirely red. Please never mention this ever again.

Underfell Papyrus - He frowns, then counts the ribs on the picture, then lifts his shirt and counts his own ribs. He gasps. This is wrong! Your drawing is missing two ribs! How dare you! He stomps to join you and gives you your notebook. "IF YOU HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH MY BODY AT LEAST DRAW IT WELL. IT MISSES TWO RIBS. ALSO THIS IS NICE AND MAYBE I LIKE IT." ... He turns bright red. He coughs and stomps out of the room, not looking you in the eyes.

Horrortale Sans - Wow. You really like him a lot uh. That's kinda nice. He's not too sure why there's thousands of drawings of him though, but, uh, he guesses you like him very much. He carefully tear off some pages so you don't notice and he puts one in his pocket and one in his diary to make sure he remembers what he just saw. He then comes back to you and hugs you, purring as hell. You ask him what makes him so happy so suddenly, he just shrugs and hugs you tighter.

Horrortale Papyrus - He doesn't know what to think of this. Willow is still struggling a lot with how he looks, and the fact you draw him so many times is both flattering and a bit... Well... Maybe you do that because he is weird and it fascinates you or something. He's a bit uncomfortable and prefers to act like he sees nothing. You can see him looking a bit uncomfortable when you're drawing and looking at him for too long. Maybe one day he'll tell you why, but he's not comfortable enough for right now.

Swapfell Sans - One evening, you enters in his room and finds all your drawings on the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Nox switchs on the light and slowly turns around on his chair to look at you. "What do you have to say to defend yourself?" You gulp. Before realising he has a stupid fake nose and mustache. You try to stay serious for more than 5 seconds but loses it. What the hell? Nox doesn't care about the drawings. He thinks it's entertaining how obsessed you are with his body. Do you have something to confess? He's listening.

Swapfell Papyrus - He bursts in the room, in a red dress, a wig on the head, high heels and bright lipstick, and he throws himself on your lap screaming "Draw me like one of your French girl!" in a melodramatic voice, holding your notebook to your face. You are devastated, face entirely red, and you can't look away as he is wiggling his fake eyebrows at you sensually. You want the couch to eat you alive.

Fellswap Gold Sans - It's really hard to make Wine blush. But here he is. The more is looking and the more he's blushing uncontrolably, and the more he tries to stop looking, the more he keeps looking. When Coffee opens the door, he lets go a high pitch scream and screams "I WAS NOT LOOKING NAKED DRAWINGS OF MYSELF DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE SAY SOMETHING BROTHER!!!" Coffee just stares at him, eyes frowned suspiciously, then shrugs. "k', have a nice day mr tomato". He gasps, offended. "I'M NOT A TOMATO!" You enter the room at this moment. He looks at you and flushes bright red. Shit, he's a tomato.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Oh. You're doing this too. He flushes bright red. He can't really say anything. He has like thousand of drawings of you as well actually. Maybe you two could exchange notebooks one of these days. ... Or maybe not. That's weird. Coffee needs some time in his closet to think about it. He might still have your notebook with him to look at your drawings.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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sinosauropteryx--prima · 9 months

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Sailed Animals

(Sailed animals and their relationships. Art by: Platyhystrix - Gabriel Uguento, Dimetrodon - Rob Soto, Edaphosaurus - Sean Closson, Arizonasaurus, Lotosaurus - Nobo Tamura, Spinosaurus - Liam Elward, Ouranosaurus - Scott Reid, Amargasaurus - Sergey Krasovskiy)

Okay, what I actually wanted to do, was write something about the Permian, and I will be doing that at some point - however, I got side tracked by Dimetrodon and Edaphosaurus and their sails, so here we are.

You see, I‘m a big fan of convergent evolution and especially when the evolution converges to some very specific and bizarre feature that we don‘t fully understand, like big sails on the backs of animals.

As you can see in the picture above, sails have evolved independently from each other many times. Some of the earliest instances come from the late Carboniferous and early Permian and include the amphibian Platyhystrix (I had no idea that there were sailed amphibians, that‘s so cool) and of course the famous carnivorous Dimetrodon and its plant-eating cousin Edaphosaurus. Edaphosaurus and Dimetrodon are often mistaken for reptiles or even dinosaurs. They were neither, but instead they were synapsids, the same group that includes us mammals.

The next time we see sails is during the Triassic in the crocodile-related Pseudosuchians, like the carnivorous Arizonasaurus or herbivorous Lotosaurus. I‘m not entirely sure, if the sails evolved only once in this group, or multiple times, because it is hard to find information on that (I really wish those croc-cousins would get the same attention as dinosaurs).

But speaking of dinosaurs: They of course also had sails. Most famous for it is Spinosaurus and its relatives, but other groups of dinosaurs also evolved sails. Those included the sauropods (the long-necked giant herbivores) like Amargasaurus (well, maybe?), as well as the Ornithopods (duck-billed dinosaurs and their relatives) like Ouranosaurus.

Now you might think that we have a clear lack of sailed animals at the moment, but don’t worry: there are still animals with sails! And somehow I was completely unaware of this until I started looking into it. We still have the Crested Chameleon, some species of basilisks, sail-fin dragons and the sailfish (although from what I understand its sail works differently then the ones of the lizards).

The sails of all these animals are made up from long extensions of the vertebrae. It is assumed that those bones were covered in tissue, spanning open a sail. We can be pretty certain of this, because there have been fossils found, where the bones had broken and then healed back together while the animal was still alive, clearly showing that they must have been held in place by something (Rega et al, 2012).

(skeletons of Dimetrodon, Ouranosaurus and a bison, Bailey 1997)

For different animals these bones can look very different though: For the synapsids like Dimetrodon they were very thin, while they were thicker and flatter in dinosaurs. In that way, they looked a lot more similar to the vertebrae of modern humped animals like bisons. This is why in the 90s there were some suggestions that those dinosaurs didn‘t have sails, but instead had big humps on their back for energy storage or maybe for insulation to keep a constant body temperature (Bailey, 1997).

The idea never really caught on, but we did this amazing illustration of a humped spinosaurus out of it. I know, we‘ve probably all seen our fair share of Spinosaurus reconstructions, but I have never seen a chonky one, and I don‘t know how to feel about it.

(humped Spinosaurus, Bailey 1997)

The big questions that remains is of course: why sails? what were they good for? The most common answer you get is either display or thermoregulation.

The sails being a display structure is a very intuitive answer. If you‘re carrying around a giant billboard-like structure on your back, it would only make sense to advertise something on it. You could use it to impress the opposite sex with fancy colors, intimidate rivals because it makes yourself look a lot bigger or signal to other animals that you are the same/a different species.

One thing that I always think about, but never see mentioned, especially in the case of the herbivorous sailed animals, is mimicry. Edaphosaurus and Dimetrodon lived at the same time, so could it not be, that Edaphosaurus had sails to make themselves look like big scary Dimetrodons to keep other predators away? Similar to how we have many harmless insects pretending to be wasps today? It would of course not explain why Dimetrodon had a sail, but it could give the herbivores a reason to have one.

The other big reason for sails is thermoregulation. Especially cold-blooded animals could have used their sails like solar panels, pointing them towards the sun and collecting heat (Bramwell & Fellgett, 1973). Alternatively, the sails could have been used to cool the animal down by positioning them in the direction of winds (Bennett, 1996).

The only problem with thermoregulation is, that its viability depends on whether the animals in question were endothermic or ectothermic (warm- or cold-blooded). And for pretty much all the sailed animals this is a heated (pun intended) debate.

(Airflow around an Edaphosaurus, Benett 1996; Can I just point out that this graph, as well as the chonky Spinosaurus were part of actual peer reviewed publications? I do chemistry irl and I‘m a bit jealous that in the papers I write I never get the chance to draw dorky looking synapsids)

Now that we‘ve discussed the reasonable well accepted explanations for sails, let‘s get into some more outlandish ones. Maybe Dimetrodon used its sail to „camouflage among reeds while [it] waited for prey, or as an actual boat-like sail to catch the wind while the animal was in the water“, as stated in multiple papers. I tried to hunt down the original source for this, but the idea comes from a Book by Romer and Price from 1940, and unfortunately I don‘t have access to it. Honestly, I would love to know if they had any actual reasoning for it or if they were just throwing ideas around, because the image of a Dimetrodon floating around on the surface of the water and getting pushed around by winds sounds ridiculous. Similarly, having a giant structure on your back, just so you can camouflage it to look like the background seems like a lot of unnecessary effort. Surely you could just not have the giant structure and it would have the same effect.

For Spinosaurus, there is the idea that they might have used their sails to shade the water while hunting, like a heron bird. I had never heard that before, but I find it a bit strange. Wouldn‘t that mean, that they had to catch fish at a weird angle towards their side? Seems uncomfortable. Of course there are also many ideas that the sails might have helped with swimming or whatever, but I don‘t want to get into the Is-Spinosaurus-aquatic-debate. I‘m pretty sure most of the papers about it would be outdated anyways and the ones that aren‘t will be in approximately 20 minutes.

For the sauropods, the “long-necks“, like Amargasaurus, even less is clear: It is even debated whether the spines on their necks formed sails or horns. If they had horns those might have been a defense structure or just for display. If they had sails - well, then it‘s the same questions as for all the other weirdos.

So yeah, overall, sailed animals were pretty weird, and there is still a lot to learn.

Also “sail“ doesn‘t sound like a word anymore.

#paleontology #infodump #spinosaurus #dimetrodon

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samalong1 · 11 months

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Readers and bubba's child with their family

The child can be biological or adopted depending if reader can't have children or scared of pregnancy as reader is gender neutrual child is gonna be a toddler to early child

Gore mentioned and reader choosing sex over saw

Nubbins

-small hands to help him in the graveyard he'll drag your child whenever you trust him to babysit to help look in smaller nooks and crannies of skeletons for anything cool and depending on how gross your child is dig around roadkill to get their bones

-will take them hitchhiking yes he knows how dangerous it is but he's more dangerous

-usually they were more focused on him and him taking a young child with him to nap in one of the car seats were one of the less concerning things he did

-one time some people he took a ride from tried to take you with them for kidnapping or to get you away from the crazed man is up to speculation

-despire being only a uncle and not having child saftey in mind he never seemed so serious as he grabbed their arms to cut them open

-scary but your child is probably used to it and they were safe in your arms and they had food for a good while

-so many pictures choptop was to busy getting into mischief with or without nubbins and bubba was camera shy and photographing drayton got him smacked with a broom

-photos infront of the sunflower field,feeding the chickens,and infront of a Texan sunset were the only cute good ones the rest were all blurry of them while they played and pictures of them with roadkill

-probally swings them by the leg around for fun while you loose years off your life

-overly enthusiastic by any drawings your child gives him and taping it to a wall

-will show them his knife collection if you don't stop him

-hands them to drayton or you n bubba when they were diapers and needed to be changed even though he plays with roadkill

Chop top

-whenever your child spends time with him blaring music can be heard music is his life afterall

-uses them to scratch his plate

-will carry them on his back while running around while your child wears a skull or something else to scare the people he's chasing

-probally pulls their hair to mess with them or whenever they ruined his plate covering

-dresses them in hippie clothes while laughing

-your child will be told the horror of war

- constantly being called far out

-he'll steal them candy from drayton's gas station or any other store (drayton doesn't give free from the station to family)

-if your child asks nicely he'll use his bent hanger to scratch their head (your child will have lice at atleast one point they aren't exactly the most hygienic family)

-he'll still use it to scratch his head after even if he's bald it's still gross

-threw them after a victim when they were running away once (only once cause no way you won't beat his ass for that)

-When a victim is running around he already trained them to start crying or sniffling to lure them before jumping on the victim like a feral raccoon

-he'll use them to help sort his stolen albums

-when someone tried to hurt their child he bit their fucking ear off

-also refused to change diapers

Drayton

-already used to raising kids

-but since as he says the child is less of a map haired idiot they won't be hit with a broom as much

-it'll be gently atleast but when your child tries to eat Chilli meant for contests from the pots, make a mess,licking things,distracting victims,getting lost,and throwing tantrums like any normal kid will get them a swat

-whenever they do less severe stuff in his eyes or he wants a laugh he'll be like well ya we're naughty better give you some use before putting the screaming crying scared child in a big pot and whistle whole taking them to the stove

-he'll stop whenever you come at him yelling and swatting him with the broom or when their on the stove and he thought the child had enough truama

-uses them at the gas station cause why woudnt you want to spend more money if the owner had some cute kid to take care of

-puts em to work either doing small stuff like removing guts from meat,scrubbing pots,watching victims so they won't escape

-he says he's annoyed and burdened by the extra nap haired sticky mouth to feed but he'll do stuff like keep their baby teeth in a old jar making sure it's safe and won't be destroyed

-casually holds your chikd upside down with the foot like nothing is wrong

Grandpa sawyer

-your child will view him as the perfect nap spot they'll often be found curled up on his nap sleeping

-your worried they'll break his brittle bones (any child bubba has is gonna be on the heavier side) but the old wrinkled raisin seems happy with his great grandchild spending time with him you think it's hard to tell

-its cute anyway he'll probally have a old wrinkled hand on your child heads while they nap its peaceful and calm it'll make your heart warm

-they'll be tasked with some aspects of caring for him like holding the cup with blood to his lips for his liquid diet or wheeling him around outside

-sometimes your child will be telling him stories about the big squirrel they chased or their own fantasy story

-drayton will think grandpa can babysit and place your child with him in the attic with a few toys to play with while he goes work not wanting to hold a child and keep them from ruining stuff

-although he refuses to kill he made a exception when a victim tried to use your child as a sheild

Bubba sawyer

-good ol dad and next to you who they receive the most love from

-while you'll sometimes ask the brothers to babysit that's only when both you and bubba can't watch them cause he's so excited to care for them

-he'll play with them doing stuff like doing their makeup and playing dress up (doesn't matter if he has a son or daughter gender roles be damned)

-if you saw the deleted clip of bubba speaking gibberish that's what he'll be doing so happy faking gossip as he sits imaginary tea with them

-super affectionate he can't help it he had you who he loves and then you made/found this thing of both of you that he lives and is small and so giddy he can't help but constantly hug and kiss them

-you'll come in on tivkle fights where your child is playfully kicking and screaming as their dad tickles and kisses their head(only playfully if his child doesn't want to be touch he wont)

-sometimes he'll randomly het worried if their gonna get hurt and follow them around same with you

-gives them a toy chainsaw

-whenever a victim starts swearing he'll just go 😰 and cover their ears so worried mad and insulted that'd they do that infront of his child even though they just got tied to a bone chair and having some elderly living skeleton try to hammer their skull in

-he loves to give them piggy back rides (though sometimes your child will bonk your head on window sills or he'll spin around to play with them and then he'll get vomited on poor boy trying his best)

-when they have tantrums or crying fits he'll get so worried he knows it's normal for kids to push boundaries and throw tantrums to see what they can get away with but his heart breaks he tries so hard to set boundaries but his heart breaks

-when people come into his home when he's alone with you and his child he panics even more he's supposed to protect you so he's making noises and speaking gibberish trying to put you into the cellar or hiding place panic scared they'll hurt you but if it's just him and his child he's carrying them running around trying to hide them and keep them safe before going to deal with the threat

-one time when playing outside he accidentaly hit them in the face with a ball and ge refuses to play catch now

-balled his eye and hugged them tightly at every milestone

#texas chainsaw massacre 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #bubba saywer x reader #nubbins sawyer #drayton sawyer #choptop sawyer

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chargoeson · 6 months

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Project Amygdala Excerpt 1-- Maren Hara

Now that I am in the groove of writing in her voice Maren is with me everywhere I go. It feels terrifying to get into the habit of sharing pieces of my fiction since it has always been more concealed in me, but I am very proud of how it's coming along and litfic is just so special to me. For the full effect listen to "Coffee Stain," by Sarah Harmer or something equally devastating. Enjoy a peek into baby Maren!

"...letting my hands play a tune across the iron bars as I walked. I imagined them as the ridges on a whale’s chin. I’d never seen a whale in the flesh, only a reconstructed skeleton hanging from the museum Dad took me to a handful of times before deciding it played too much into my, “sentimentality.” I had to look that word up in my dictionary after the trip. The whale was suspended from the ceiling, bones wired into place to give the illusion of turning in the water. I was enchanted. She was a blue whale, Balaenoptera musculus, and I stood under her length for what felt like hours, imagining the nervous system and muscles and blubber and skin that would have filled the room even further. Her chin was what hypnotized me furthest. Deep cracks running the entire length of her jaw, holding the baleen plates that I pictured brushing against my arms. Would they have sung against my fingertips too? I wanted to try it, to float to the ceiling of the room to be with her. Dad moved on, looking for something to do with his own interests in Pathology, and I stayed there until he found me to go home. He asked me from the drivers seat, cocking his head to the side without turning as he did until I was old enough to ride shotgun. “What was your favorite part?” he asked. “The blue whale,” I whispered, the reverence still within me. “Tell me why.” Once I had found my words again he gave many prompting requests like this. I never worked out if he actually wanted to know. “I think she’s sacred,” I said softer still, embarrassed even then for him to hear my child’s piety. He was silent, looking ahead and flexing his hands on the wheel the way he did when he wasn’t sure how to handle me. He didn’t start deconstructing these moments of mine until a couple years later, when he realized it was not simply childlike wonder and absurdity, but that I actually felt spiritual ties to anything at all."

taglist (y'all are so cool): @annlillyjose @coffeeandcalligraphy @subtlefires @belovedviolence

#nanowrimo #author #novel writing #writeblr #creative writing #lit fic #writing excerpt

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blushblush-readerinsertsnthings · 1 year

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Hello there! Are you doing requests? If yes, can you do some dating headcanons for Seth, Poe and Scale pls?

yes, absolutely! some of my favorite bois <3 <3 <3

POE

Honestly, dating him is about what you’d expect, with a few little surprises sprinkled in for fun. Gotta keep things fresh, can’t have you getting super bored of him. He’s the kind of guy who likes to hang out in graveyards and he’s a bit morbid… but at the same time, he’s definitely down-to-Earth. Compared to some of the other guys, he’s almost normal.

Writes poetry about you sometimes? While he doesn’t advertise it, he’s a romantic at heart. He likes doing those sappy things, comparing the touch of your hand in his hair to the cool breeze of a mausoleum, and your kiss is like the first breath that the dead take upon resurrection… perhaps he keeps writing these things because you’re the first person to truly appreciate his dark, flowery language.

He texts you a lot, especially if you have a job or studies that keep you away. He’s got more free time, being a student (one who can admit to slacking off somewhat in areas which don’t interest him), so he can get slightly bored and when he’s bored, his mind wanders to you. To see Hey. Hanging out in the library. And I’m thinking of you. I might check out this book… wanna come summon demons with me later? ;) with a picture of him smirking behind some ancient-looking tome makes you very happy. Maybe you’ll even consider it! Would be a hell of a way to spend a Saturday night, huh?

‘Melancholy flower’/’melon cauliflower’ for a vegan emo isn’t the only pun he has up his sleeve. He’s also got other small references too, and puns aren’t his preferred method of one-lining. If it’ll get you to smile, however, he’ll use them. Particularly if he feels awkward and doesn’t think he has much else to say, he’ll pun. A well-timed quip of, “Well, look at that. Good for them; they’ve got one foot in the rave.” in response to a couple of elderly partygoers decked out in glow sticks will have you giggling, at least. Or he hopes it will. He almost wishes you’d never stop laughing, it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

In addition to just texting you a bunch, he also loves to send you naughty pictures. Nothing too bad that anyone else would be appalled to seeing on your phone… just tiny things to tease you. Photos of him wearing a new pair of skeleton underwear accompanied by a caption of, What do you think? Too many bones? 😉 Or maybe a pic of his hand resting on his bare thigh, with the excuse that he wants to know what you think of the nail polish he just put on. All’s fair, isn’t it? He definitely wants you thinking about him.

For all that he pretends to be a dark and troubled bad boy, his ideal date night is… getting some takeout, watching a horror flick, and falling asleep on the couch cuddled up in your arms. (Or with you cuddled in his. He’s not picky about that part, as long as there’s cuddling going on!) Often when that happens, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night, gaze fondly at you for a few minutes, and then drift off with a hint of a smile on his face. It’s so disgustingly domestic and he hates how much he loves it.

SCALE

A relationship?? What’s… what’s that??? He’s clueless. And he’s not clueless by virtue of not being intelligent, because he’s very smart. He just… has struggled in connecting with people, for a very long time. Before you, he never really had romance with anyone. His mind was laser-focused on his job, so it was as if he never had time for anything else. Just… be patient with him. He loves you, but he’s very much still learning how to exist inside a romantic relationship.

That said, he’s surprisingly good at knowing how to be a partner. That might be mostly because he’s aware and observant, to the point that he just… notices things about you. He knows what your preferred morning drink is, and he knows what it looks like when you’re tired or in pain, and his heart has begun to beat to match the cadence of your speech. And if there’s something he doesn’t know, he has no shame in asking. (Well… usually.) He brings you a drink or painkillers if you need, encourages you to rest when it seems you’ve been overworking, and he knows how to make you laugh. He very much takes pride in being the best partner for you that he can be.

Uh. Well. It’s. It’s just. He’s an assassin! He’s a serial killer who takes commissions! His lifestyle, while entirely badass as far as he’s concerned, is also dangerous. He’s excellent at what he does, but the fact is that sometimes he has a bad day or his target has a good day. To say nothing of rivalries or competition between assassins, particularly during ‘open’ hits that directly pit them against each other. He will come home injured, it’s just a matter of when it happens. Hopefully you’re not too attached to your carpets, because he’ll stagger in dripping blood all over them, begging you to let him take care of himself. Of course, that’s impossible, so there will definitely be times you’ll have to patch him up in the bathroom. He can’t go to the hospital, right? He… he trusts you to take care of him.

He has quite the singing voice, even if he vehemently denies that he likes to sing. Often he’ll start by humming while the two of you are relaxing and snuggling, and if you insist on watching a musical during movie night, he’ll usually start to sing along in a low voice. For whatever reason he’s embarrassed by it! Although the urge to sing ‘rose’ when he got transformed into a dragon, that is absolutely not to say it wasn’t there before. Singing relaxes him, and it might just be because he’s unpracticed in being vulnerable around people that singing in front of others, even you, flusters him a bit. Though… he likes it if you fall asleep to his singing. That’s flattering.

He can get… possessive. Nowhere near Cole levels of possessive or anything, but his one sore spot is that he is petrified of the idea that he might not be ‘cool’ in your eyes. He’s convinced that you’ll wake up one day, look at him, and go, “Oh, my GOD, you’re so boring.” before walking out of his life forever. And he can’t take that. He will do literally anything in the name of keeping you interested in him. Actually, up to and including admitting that he’s afraid you think he’s boring and that you’re going to leave him. However, it’s a win-win; you get the emotional openness and some meaningful intimacy out of him, and he gets the reassurance that you’re super fascinated with him and you’re not going anywhere. Honesty is SEXY!!!

SETH

Is it getting hot in here, or is just because he’s dragging the essence of hell behind him? Who knows at this point? It’s really his game and you’re just along for the ride. Maybe that’s how you like it. If that wasn’t how you like it, you probably wouldn’t be with him. He likes to do dangerous things, so you’ll have to be careful exactly which ones you do with him. He forgets sometimes that humans can’t take the kinds of abuse that demons can! So if he mentions a ‘vacation’ to his ‘hometown’ by ‘a beautiful lake��, guide him toward something else. That beautiful lake is made of fire, down in hell, and to you it’d be less a vacation and more like a nightmare. Oops! He tried.

Shockingly okay with the whole arrangement he has going with you. It’s a shame he can’t manipulate you, because you sort of see through all his tricks and no-sell any of the bad ideas, but he’s not too broken up. He’s convinced he’ll eventually find something you’ll fall for, so now he’s just biding his time. Except… during that time, he finds himself actually falling for you. That comes with not wanting to hurt you or betray your trust, which means that slowly he loses the urge to manipulate you at all. He goes from wanting your soul to just wanting your heart. Awwwww~!

You wanna wear his hoodie? He’ll let you wear his hoodie. Hell, if his clothes fit you, he’ll let you wear all of them. Not only is he totally fine walking around wearing very little or nothing at all, demons are possessive creatures by nature. It hits that button to see you covered in things that are his, which makes him a very happy little shit-stirrer. You’re so hot wearing all his clothes, (or, indeed, wearing replicas of them if his happen not to fit you), he might just decide to pin you down and kiss every inch of you.

Yes, he’s a demon. And a troublemaker. However, he’s also the Avatar of Woe. Being that he is that, he… has this strange kind of depression. His boredom and anguish and occasional apathy drive him to seek thrills, usually. Other times, though, the woe part overtakes him entirely. If he’s allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, there are times you’ll find him in bed, sobbing uncharacteristically, bunched up in the blankets and completely lost in sorrow. How you react will determine whether or not he lets you see that side of him ever again. As much of a front as he puts up, when the woe hits, all he really wants is to be held and comforted and know you’re there for him.

He’s kind of always touching you in some way, almost as if to stake his claim on you. If the two of you are out walking, he’s holding your hand. If you’re sitting around, he’s got an arm around your waist. He likes to have his hands on you, he likes to be touching and kissing and cuddling. In some ways he forgot what it was like to have a real romance with somebody, and apparently, he’s missed all those small, normal, soft touches. He’s making up for lost time and massive amounts of touch starvation, sue him!

#Blush Blush #Poe #Scale #Seth #headcanons #romantic #fluff #hurt/comfort #yes yes yessssssss <3

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pls talk about the shelf

i was desperately hoping someone would ask me to rant abt it akehdjshd i'm kissing you sweetly on the forehead anon

okay so if anyone sees this out of context: i have a shelf in my bookcase dedicated to hannibal. yes it's kind of like a weird little shrine but leave me alone.

be warned this is going get LONG.

so, it has the obvious: the hannibal books, the tv show box set, the tv show's cookbook, my fancy copies of the divine comedy (they're hardcover with gorgeous sleeves that have art printed on them to match each book), and i also have the iliad and the odissey in there in a single big book that i bought on a whim when out once and then after buying it i found out it also had the original greek alongside the italian translation and i lost my mind. i've never felt such pure joy and i can't even read greek. yet.

as for decorations, as of right now there's a piece of driftwood that is kinda shaped like an L so it stands up on its own and it also kinda resembles an antler.

there's this fuckin box, i don't even remember how i got it, but it's made of bones. it's shaped kinda like a stereotypical treasure chest but it's literally made of bones. the inside is lined with red velvet.

i'm not sure what else to decorate with? i've put in a seashell but it can't even be seen because the shelf has glass doors but the shell is covered by the frame (might move everything to another shelf where the frame is not in the way tbh just so i can decorate with tiny things at the front).

i just moved this whole thing from my other bookcase (i just got this new one today because i have too many books and in my first bookcase the shelves are literally bending with the weight of the books piled up on them) and when it was there i also had a teacup in there along with a lighbox that says "bone saw time! 🖤" but this new shelf feels very elegant and there's also not enough space for the lightbox. i also had a bust of dionysus there but i'm going to move it to my dionysus altar.

i've got an old scalpel somewhere too and i'll try to find a visible spot to put it. i also have 3 tiny japanese plates that were all given to me as gifts and some souvenirs from japan from a friend too but idk if i wanna put japanese stuff in there. like it's fitting but at the same time idk if it's disrespectful or not.

if i had money and more space i'd make this whole thing bigger and get like. a little frame with fly fishing lures like the ones will made in the show and maybe something like some ethically sourced taxidermy. a snake skeleton and a mongoose skull would be really cool. maybe i could print out a little something with lures instead of buying real ones and like. a fake death's head hawkmoth taxidermy. i'd need some of those shadowbox frames and i'd make it so the pictures stand out a bit from the back so it looks like they have shadows. bc like i'm fairly certain real death's head hawkmoths cannot be ethically sourced at this point in time because ever since silence of the lambs came out people have started going insane over them.

i think my grandpa has this framed thing somewhere with sailing knots made with actual ropes in it rather than just pictures. haven't seen it in ages so i'm not sure anymore if it was my grandpa's or someone else's. probably my grandpa since he was in the marines when military service was mandatory in italy but idk maybe i saw it somewhere else. i could print out a small picture with various illustrations of sailing knots.

i also have these cards that my aunt gave me at one point that have prints of a lot of famous paintings with descriptions in the back and i THINK one was the primavera. it was either that or the birth of venus i'll have to check but either way there's at least one botticelli in there. i don't like botticelli much tho so 🤷

i plan at some point to also get physical copies of all the movies but idk when that'll be since i've found a different box set for the tv show with gorgeous covers that i plan to buy as well. also of the ones i currently own i think one of the dvds stopped working bc it got scratched while inside my pc because i was pausing and rewinding/forwarding too much. we'll see i guess.

now for the rest of the books. i have a medical book in there called the abc of the human body. i think the title is kind of hilarious for a hannibal shelf. i just found out today while moving books back and forth from one bookshelf to the other that i actually have two copies of this book and one of them was owned by a doctor that died i think like 15 to 20 years ago. i have a few other medical books that said doctor also owned on the shelf above. he also owned the scalpel i mentioned before.

there's the book skulls by simon winchester, which is a collection of pictures of skulls from one of the biggest skull collections in the world, along with a few inserts on biology if i remember correctly? i originally bought it for art references and i LOVE the cover so i made sure it was facing forward in the shelf.

there's the resurrectionist, which is a sci-fi/fantasy book kind of in a frankenstein-esque vein where the main character is this made up doctor who manages to make some mythological creatures through surgery & digging up dead bodies and i won't spoil it any further. the second half of the book is a whole bunch of medical/biology style illustrations of said creatures, their skeletons, their muscles, how certain parts of their bodies would function (for example i believe it goes into explaining the lungs for both mermaids and harpies). i don't think it quite fits thematically with hannibal but i think it's got The Vibe so i put it in there.

there's a book on saint lucy, who is the patron saint of sight. i have it because i was born with my skull being asymmetrical and the doctors immediately told my family it would likely cause problems with my eyes, and so instead of, you know, starting to take me to eye doctors from a young age, they swore me to saint lucy and left it at that. i'm likely going to go blind on my left eye at some point in my life btw lmao thanks st lucy <3 i do like her though. i like her iconography a lot, she's always portrayed as holding a plate with her eyes on it.

there's damien by hermann hesse, which is one of my all time favourite books. it's written in first person and it starts with emil sinclair's childhood, explaining that he sees the world in a very black and white way, and does so very literally because he speaks of the world of light and the world of darkness, which are kind of meant as good and evil. but then something happens to him that starts blurring the clear line he thought was between the two, which sends him into a moral panic until he meets max demian, who starts to make him see that there's more to both sides. the story as he grows up follows his "corruption" into someone who is neither good nor evil. it has a lot of implied homoeroticism, as it was written i think either in the 20s or the late 1800s so it couldn't be explicit but it is very much there and is expressed mostly through demian's mother. there's also a weird cult thing going on and the ending is a bit ??? and honestly i need to read it again because for such a short book SO much happens that i'm having a hard time summarising it accurately.

the only other books i remember being there rn (it's 1am i'm not turning the lights on again) are dracula, because cannibal/vampire count with a big castle, the butchering art, and les fleurs du mal, plus two other books written in french that i haven’t read yet because my french isn't the best, whose titles i don't remember rn, and one in italian that i've found at a used books stall once but i believe it's from a local author and i've never seen it in a bookstore nor online so there's definitely no english translation of it. i still haven't read this one either and i don't even remember what it's about, it might be a poetry book? not quite sure. but yeah these few ones i haven’t read are there like. on trial. if i read them and find them fitting they'll stay otherwise they go to another shelf. i also haven’t read les fleurs du mal nor the butchering art yet, so the same applies to them. i think that's all of them? i plan to put my art history books and regular history books on the shelf above as well next to the medical books to kind of carry the theme over lol.

i would like to maybe someday get some of the books that we've glimpsed from the bookshelves on the show but this is it for now!

anyway. tysm for asking me about it dear anon. you said but a few words yet they meant the world to me <3

#vamp rants #vamp's bookshelf

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dear-wormwoods · 10 months

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Colorado trip 2023, part 2 -

We had a packed itinerary, which included visiting a few places in Denver. Pictured is the Molly Brown House Museum, which made me tear up a couple of times but I was subtle about it, a couple of news articles about her, and a donated scale model of the Titanic. Super impressed with our tour guide, she was so passionate about Margaret Tobin Brown (who never went by Molly in life!) and the house was so cool. Next we went to the Botanic Gardens, which included a display of different bonsai trees and a rose garden.

Then, the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, which had the BEST prehistoric exhibit I have ever seen. I love this type of exhibit, as a former dinosaur kid, and it exceeded my expectations. Many of the fossils were from Colorado, including the allosaurus and stegosaurus, discovered by a 12 year old girl and a high school teacher, respectively, and the skeletons were at least 50% fossil bone - some even 80%! It’s hard to describe how well done and informative the whole exhibit was - it wasn’t just about dinosaurs but ALL of prehistory. Also pictured - leaf gold from Breckenridge, the museum’s first exhibit, and the Denver skyline from the museum’s atrium.

#life

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samskaterguy · 2 years

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Homesick

(Part 2) I had an urge to write homesick Cupid after I thought about how much the Wonderlandians missed Wonderland before they got it back.

It was just another day at Ever After High and Cupid was in her room. She frowns looking at her mirror phone, she misses her iCoffin, she misses the smell of Monster High, the students, her old friends. She's done so much at Ever After. She started up the True Hearts Day celebration again, she got so many people together, and even made it known that Ashlynn and Hunter dating was okay because they followed their true hearts.

She misses her home though. She sniffs a little, she really doesn't want to start crying. Someone might say it's not like the future Eros to cry, but she isn't even the future Eros. It's not like Frankie is going to be the next Frankenstein or Draculaura the next Dracula.

She blows her nose and she looks down at her mirror phone again. She looks at pictures but she has none of her home, none of her freaky friends, none of her, Abbey and Frankie's season project, none of the happy couples she brought together, and none of Valentine after meeting his love, she was happy he learned the meaning of true love but it's ashame she didn't get to see it.

She frowns at all the pictures she has here at Ever After, she loves these memories but none of them are..it, she doesn't even have her skeleton wings anymore, she really misses those bones.

She looks up, her mirror and she looks at her reflection but she doesn't see her monster self, she sees her cutesy cherub look. She doesn't hate it, but it doesn't feel like her.

She really wishes she could listen to Catty Noir and not some Taylor Quick album that feels like it has no soul, if Raven heard her think that she'd have her head.

She frowns at her room, she at least has her talk show but she has constantly have to check her words, she can't slip up and say clawsome or bloody, or creeptastic, or mention any of the artists or people she loves truly.

This world shouldn't even be real to her, but it is. People had love trouble but now that all feels fixed, she's not needed anymore so why can't she just go home? She misses the rotting dead smell of Monster High, the cool feeling she got when she was around Abbey, she even misses the dumb, hard classes.

She doesn't know when tears start to fall but they do, she can't stop them but she wishes she could. No one would understand what she's feeling, sure Wonderland was lost for a while but it's not like it's a whole other dimension where she can probably never get back to.

"Cupid?"

She coughs, that's Blondie.

"Cupid are you okay? You don't sound just right in there."

She clears her throat and tries to not sound sobish.

"Yeah, Blondie I'm okay.."

"No you're not! Lying is so not right!"

"..Okay, come on in."

Blondie enters the room and she sees her crying roommate. She frowns she sits on Cupid's bed.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong..but know you can tell me the truth."

"I'm..I'm homesick."

Blondie cocks an eyebrow.

"Homesick? Well I knew you weren't from Ever After but..I didn't think you felt this bad about it."

She gives Cupid a little side hug, and Cupid puts her head on Blondie's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm from, very, very far away. I just miss it today because I don't think I'll be able to go back..because of bad weather.."

She adds that last bit hastily, Cupid doesn't think Blondie can handle monsters actually being real.

"Oh..is the weather permanent?"

"Yes, I just miss my home and knowing I can go back really sucks you know?"

Blondie think for a moment.

"Well if you can't go home! I'll bring home to you!"

"What?"

"I'll bring your home to you! Smells, food, the attitude! I'll make it just right for you! I don't want you feeling bad Cupid!"

Cupid smiles a bit, but it's not her usual.

"Blondie..I don't think you'd like my home food, and the smells..uh I think a lot of the girls would faint and poor Daring would have to work way overtime."

Blondie frowns.

"Cupid I don't care if I don't eat it! I care if it's just right for YOU! It's YOUR home. I'll do it just in our room if it's that..stinky! It might not be just right for me, but it is for you."

Cupid tears up a bit, even if it the same smell and food..it won't tatse or smell the same, the dead here doesn't smell like Monster High dead and the eyeball soup might be really, really old..

"Blondie. I appreciate it but it won't be the same."

Blondie hugs Cupid close again.

"Would..talking about home feel better?"

"Maybe just some words."

"What words then?"

"Monstrous, bootiful, clawsome, voltagious, fangtastic.."

Blondie giggles.

"Sorry, just..they sound so spooky."

"My home IS spooky, the same way Wonderland is so wondrous."

"I think I'd like to visit your home one day, Cupid."

"Even if you could visit..I don't know if you'd be in for the shocks."

#ca cupid #blondie lockes #frankie stein #draculaura #abbey bominable #monster high #ever after high #eah #mh

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MAG034, Anatomy Class

Case #161207, Dr. Lionel Elliot Release date: September 1st, 2016 First listen: 6th November, walk home. Definitely remember crossing over the canal bridge.

The Anatomy Students… I love them… I think in the late 20s early 30s episodes, this podcast went from, ‘oh this is interesting, I’m enjoying this’ to ‘… oh this is really good… oh no… this may be a problem…’ And I was right! The Anatomy Class episode was one of those moments that really stands out in my memory.

- Off the bat, we’ve got a live recording, so that helps us with the time frame a bit more. Recording taken on the 12th July, and looking back MAG022 was recorded 12th March… Martin’s been living in the institute for 4 MONTHS?!? The worms have been happening for 4 months!??! How many stomach ulcers are in the making right now? Good grief, no wonder everyone is exhausted, they’re all stressed out of their minds. Wonder how many times Jon has glimpsed Martin in his pants?

- While it’s refreshing to not have someone instantly condemn the tape recorder, and as someone who still uses a filofax I appreciate it, I don’t much care for his tone when talking about the advancements being made in medicine with the use of robotics. It’s well above my understanding but I always enjoy listening to my sister and her fiancee talking about new methods and techniques. These fields are all about saving lives and while this doctor may want to ‘feel that pancreas’, his patient will most definitely want to be alive to use that pancreas, and the body may not survive a full ‘popping of the bonnet’ shall we say. I’m just getting a bit of ‘OK boomer’. ‘Meh, devices, mehmeh.’

- I know there’s a bit of a stereotype with surgeons of jumping immediately to the slicing and dicing… but I don’t think it is unwarranted.

- It’s getting to the stage where the worms are being noticed by visitors, yikes. Also, ‘Bitten? They’re worms.’ Mate, when was the last time you handled an infectious diseases or parasitology case, huh?

- ‘Where, where do you want me to start? The bones? The blood? The… uh… the fruit?’ … Well, that smacks of both divinity and butchery…

- ‘Introduction to Human Anatomy and Physiology… At King’s College, London.’ So I looked up the module course online and it does exist. It may have been different in 2016, when this was releases and presumably written, but this happened to Dr Elliott ‘in early 2016’. The website sates that this module is taught in the autumn semester.

- Now, I’m looking at this 8 year, Christ 8 years?!, in the future and we are in a post-lockdown/continual-Covid world, so teaching methods have changed, but I’m looking at the module summary and I don’t know how Dr Elliot would take it:

‘The use of computer-assisted learning (Anatomy & Physiology Online, Primal Pictures) during tutorial sessions will enable the students to learn using virtual 3D representations taken from the Visible Human data set … There will be 2 lab sessions that will be assessed from the experimental write-ups. Also there will be 2 sessions in the dissection room to facilitate learning about the skeleton and the cardiovascular system.’

Think it’s a little more remote learning then he’d be comfortable with… comfortable with any other year than 2016 that is.

- ‘I get tired of… squeamish students’… These kids want to learn, are putting themselves in financial straits to do so and I will hear no judgement against them. You build a resilience to this sort of thing, heavens knows I did, and it takes time and exposure. Don’t be rude.

- ‘Spillover class’. points at the academic schedule not making sense and then back at this paragraph Ooooh, cool, it’s covered in universe. ‘… the system had accepted more students for the course than there were places’, sooo this kinda happened to me, but with accommodation rather than tuition. So I spent first year in international, post grad halls… That sucked…

- ‘I have a lot of research due shortly and, well, you know academia – never enough hours in the day.’ I can only imagine, what sort of haggard wreck Jon is starting to look like at this stage in the series. He’s not got the iconic scars yet, but I bet he’s not been looking after himself. He possibly felt a little bit of camaraderie with Dr Elliott, clinging to veil of academia the way he does, but knowing how prickly Jon can be, he could just as easily take affront at the over familiarity.

- ‘I wasn’t responsible for any of the lectures…’ I wonder if those lectures were attended, or if they were ever even scheduled…

- ‘… but I don’t remember what they look like.’ mii theme song playing in the background Blank slates all of them.

- ‘…maybe because they were such an international group.’ I. LOVE. THEIR. NAMES. Fucking love this Jonny, you clever sod. - Erika Mustermann – German - Jan Novak – Czech - Piotr and Pavel Petrov – Russian - John Doe – English - Fulan al-Fulani – Arabic - Juan Pérez – Latin American Spanish All place holder names in different cultures, you clever, clever bastard.

- The fact that he says ‘14 eyes’ instead of ‘7 pairs of eyes’ is weird.

- ‘I got the oddest feeling they were judging my walk.’ Must learn from teacher. Observe, learn, imitate.

- I find the whole ‘building the interior as they learn about it’, just, so cool and clever concept. They can observe a person and get the build and the movement but learning how the components fit together and interact and everything? Excellent, brilliant, ugh I love it.

- ‘…their breathing deliberate and almost pointed.’ ‘Look. We have learned. Are we doing it right?’

- ‘How sharp are the knees meant to be?’ They’re babies. Teach and guide these abomination babies.

- ‘I just did my best to stop caring.’ How many statements are going to carry this sentiment? That at some point or another, the subject is just going to ‘nope’ right out and make it through? I’m going to have to start a tally.

- ‘Their faces, normally so neutral, were alive with… what was it I saw? Excitement? Curiosity? Hunger?’ THEY’RE BABIES!

- They are effectively playing ‘dress up’… with skeletal remains… I love them.

- They are such diligent students. There ever tutorial, ready to learn, even if the lecturer isn’t there.

- Hearts… Ooof… let the ‘sinister nonsense’ begin.

- ‘Maybe I thought they’d descend into some sort of feeding frenzy, but they didn’t.’ Well, that is both rude and hurtful. Actually, to be fair, I did once ask about taking pheasants we’d been dissecting in lab home for cooking… There were about 4 of us who were watching about 20 odd bird carcasses just getting discarded going ‘umm… I could curry that… sure I can’t take it? Oh, ok…’

- ‘… that if I couldn’t see or hear it, I didn’t care.’ Very ‘child hiding behind a curtain, if I can’t see them they can’t see me’ mentality.

- Again, I ask, ‘Where does the blood COME FROM?!’

- I think the whole situation can be described succinctly as ‘horrible miracle’, I think Dr Elliott was right on the money there.

- ‘I asked Elena and, irregular as it was, she gave me the address.’ Well, THAT feels like a safe guarding violation…

- Kingsland Road in Newham. I thought for a moment maybe the Anatomy Students and Sarah Baldwin and the others taken by The Anglerfish all lived together, but Melanie picked Sarah up from Sydenham in MAG028, which is the other side of the river by quite a distance. ‘…and the details have disappeared from the college systems.’ Clean up.

- ‘I was about to reply when a muffled scream of pain came from somewhere deep inside the house.’ Oh God… I’d completely forgotten they’d gone in search of, umm, ‘additional educatioal material’. Oh dear… Bad babies…

- ‘And the apple, did you… eat it? / Do I look like an idiot? Of course not! I cut it in half, first, to check if it was… off.’ I can only hope you are speaking euphemistically and it was your morbid curiosity that prompted you to cut the apple open and that you had exactly zero intentions of actually eating it because GOOD GRIEF MAN!

- And again, human teeth where there ought not to be human teeth. To be fair to Jonny, teeth are fucking weird.

- ‘The first thing about this statement that makes me dubious is that it comes from a fellow academic.’ HA! Oh Jonathan, my sweet, self aware boy… Oh… Oh, I thought this may be a commentary on the ‘ivory tower of academia’ concept, but actually it’s because they’re so used to getting bullied by other nerds…

- ‘It seems strange to me that Dr. Elliott would fail to take note of this.’ And indeed this could be a point in the ‘the other nerds are being mean to us’ column, but I think it also may be down to how focused and, sometimes insular circles of academia can be, the fact that this was missed by Dr Elliott.

- ‘… but Tim seems to believe her.’ And we believe Tim. Tim is the best.

- ‘… they all seemed like healthy adult teeth, and most of them appeared to come from different people.’ Are they… umm… are they samples taken from the ‘samples’ that the anatomy students were sourcing?

- ‘… early last year, Dr. Rashid Sadana took his own life. There’s no direct connection, except that he taught the Anatomy, Physiology and Pathology for Complementary Therapies course at St. Mary’s University…’ Well, they’re doing their studies, they went and got their pre-requisites…

#MAG034 #The Stranger #the magnus archives

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Mermay 2022. XIII: death.

I had the “whale fall” concept for this card pretty much from the start; when I realized I was going to do a deep-sea theme, I started watching videos about it before the month began, and once I came across this concept in more detail, it just clicked. Yesterday I got a few doodles done, to get the composition worked out, which is good because I needed that time and energy today to draw all those bones. Skeletons take a LOT of time to draw, everything is just all so fiddly, and also they’re not something I regularly encounter; however, skeletons are cool so it’s worth it. I’d also gotten another anatomy book since the last time I drew a skeleton; and between the old book and the new book, that covers all the “normal” angles for a skeleton. (The angle I drew the skull at, was NOT a normal angle, so I just had to try my best and hope.)

This is the first piece in this series where I make a substantial deviation from the base card’s design, mostly because the “whale fall” idea was too perfect to abandon it for something I could make fit. I’ve mostly seen the “death” card represented as either “oh it’s not a bad thing, it means transformation and rebirth”, or “death dying dead murder”, and both of those annoy me. A whale fall brings life and abundance for so many creatures, in a resource-poor environment, but the whale has to have died for it, and will never know what it brought. How you interpret it, all depends on your perspective.

(The red “flames” coming off the bones are osedax worms, aka bone-eating worms. And yes I know that the various creatures represented here wouldn’t necessarily all be at a whale fall at the same stage, but I wanted to put them here, and if depicting various moments in the same picture was good enough for da Vinci, it’s good enough for me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I came across a deep-sea-research channel while looking up reference, and I need to watch all of their videos.)

Progress thread here.

(0: the fool) | (I: the magician) | (II: the high priestess) | (III: the empress) | (IV: the emperor) | (V: the hierophant) | (VI: the lovers) | (VII: the chariot) | (VIII: strength) | (IX: the hermit) | (X: wheel of fortune) | (XI: justice) | (XII: the hanged man) || (XIV: temperance)

#various creatures #tarot #original content #not a reblog #drawing

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pinoyrella · 4 months

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FIRST LOVE, HATSUKOI (Itoshi Rin x Y/n)

Chapter 1: "When Lilacs Bloom"

FT: Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Oliver Aiku, Bachira Meguru

TW: None

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn

WORD COUNT: 4,600+

“First Love, Hatsukoi” Masterlist

Someone once said; life is like a jigsaw puzzle. From our best memories to our most horrible experiences that make us want to curse at our destiny…

These are all unique pieces of our lives.

A ticket that was lost. A dress worn in December. A contract signed to “Blue Lock.” A romantic moment on the beach in the winter. A soccer ball that has your name on it. An athletic star that’s the same age as you. Dreams that never came true. Love stories that ended. People who drifted away from you.

What about those big mistakes? Are they also part of the picture?

[ November 16. 2016 Age: 14 ]

“A muscle contains bands of fibers that are attached to the human skeleton.” As you walk alone through a familiar field, you study the notes in an old binder . “They are the tissue connected to the bone that allows for movement, balance and function!” Young y/n was so fascinated with the study of bones, muscles, movement, and the human body. An aspiring doctor focusing in the field of kinesiology. “Welcome! I am Dr. L/N, Ph.D in Kinesiology, speciality in Sports Medicine, from your diagnosis it has been listed that you are suffering from a strain in your pectoral muscles.” You giggle as you imagine yourself assisting a patient in your own clinic. “Not to worry, I’m here to help!”

[ November 16. 2036 Age: 34 ]

A young woman drives around through the late nights of Kamakura City, just getting off work. Though, her lips pursed as she tries to focus on the ride, the street lights glowing brighter in a way that causes her vision to blur and her head to ache.

“What would my life be now, if I had never met you?”

[ Fall Semester, 2016 ]

You make your way through that familiar field, heading towards your campus. You are now in your 2nd year of junior high. Though as you walk, your mind is somewhere else. In your hands holds your beloved old binder, the one you have stored years of notes you have taken relating to kinesiology.

Ever since you were as young as you can remember, you have always had this fascination with the study of movement. How does movement happen? Why do certain body parts bend in different ways? Why is it when you land in a certain spot, you feel a painful stretch? At a young age, you find yourself having these thoughts as you watch kids your age run around playing various sports. But there was one that stood out to you the most, one that caused the gear switch in your brain to turn.

You watch as your friend plays soccer before you. “Interesting..” You whisper to yourself, loud enough to have the young boy stop in his tracks. “Pretty cool right! Sae-nii taught me how to do this a few days ago. Want to see what else I can do?” Your childhood friend Itoshi Rin asks. You shake from your thoughts as you give him a smile. “Sure!”

As you continue your pace, your focus elsewhere before- BUMP! You take a step back, startled before spurting out an “I’m so sorry-” Though- as you begin your apology, your gaze moves up to meet familiar eyes. “Rinnie!” “Don’t call me that.” The boy immediately replies bluntly before pursuing his steps. You smile sheepishly before picking your pace up, catching up behind him.

Your best friend, Itoshi Rin has changed an incredible amount since you two were small, and the same could be said about you too. Many events that had occurred led up to how you guys have grown, let it be good or bad.

Just as you are about to speak again, you hear a shout to your name. “You! Come here!” You freeze in your spot before turning to meet a faculty member. “Teacher, good morning-” “Ladies are to enter through that gate” He interrupts, pointing to the opposing entry way that parallels where Rin was headed. “Sorry!” “This is your second year, you should know the rules by now! And quit bringing this binder to school- if it isn’t related to any of our courses then leave it at home. It is a distraction, what would your father think-" "Her binder is educational, why can’t she bring it to school?” A cold tone creeps onto the conversation.

You feel your entire mood shift to the mention of your father, until you feel Rin’s light grip on your wrist. “We are going to be late for class.” He says to you. “Itoshi Rin! How dare you talk back to someone older-” Before you know it, he takes off with you dragging behind. “ITOSHI!” The teacher yells after him.

As you both run off; your glance falls between him and your hand, then back towards the faculty member attempting to run after you. It feels odd, like everything has begun to play in slow motion. A smile overcomes, as you take in the situation unfolding, thinking to yourself

“He’s a pretty good guy.”

[ Fall 2036 ]

A young boy sits in his seat staring outside his classroom window. “Which means B equals R-” The voice of his teacher becomes tuned out as he loses focus. “We can put A and B on the x-axis, so we draw them in.” The young boy admires the blue sky, illuminating such a warm yet cold feeling. “Oliver?” The sound of his surname brings his focus back to his teacher. “You’ll have exams soon. Make sure you focus.” “I’m sorry sir.”

Transaction History 160,000 ¥ to Oliver Aiku

The same young boy sits in his room, headphones in as he studies his curricular from school earlier that day. Deep in concentration before hearing a knock on his door. Removing his headphones, he turns to meet his dad on the phone with someone. “I got it, I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay, bye” He hangs up and the young boy asks. “That was Mr. Itoshi Sae, isn’t it? Will I stop by again to examine the play offs?” “No son. He’s away for familial reasons, so I arranged another teammate to under-wing you.” Oliver Aiku replies back to his son before turning to meet his gaze. “Studying again? I told you there's no need for this.” The young boy looks away hurt. “Ike, there is no need for studying. I am going to make you the world’s best striker. Just focus on your training, I’m going to make you great.” His father says before receiving a notification on his phone, which prompts him to leave his son’s room. “Okay.” Ike says softly watching his father walk away.

[ Fall Semester, 2016 ]

Your eyes light up watching your best friend, Rin, play on the field. Examining his every movement and how he plays strategically. Watching him play the way you have all these years.

The sound of cheering can be heard as a group of students watch their school’s soccer team play.

“Itoshi’s a little scary, but he’s cool, right?” One of the female students in the crowd converses to her friend. “Totally, right! I had my eye on him.” She replies to her before the two erupt into a fit of giddiness “You think he has a girlfriend?” From hearing that odd question, you subtly turn to face who might have asked that.

“Y/n” The sound of a familiar male voice speaks, you turn to face Rin as he holds a towel to his forehead. “What’s with that look on your face?” “Huh? It’s nothing” You lie, averting your eyes away from him. “It obviously isn’t nothing.” He saw right through you. You turn your gaze to him one last time before rolling your eyes, you shove him lightly in a playful manner. “Rin.” You say his first name with endearment.

Rin. Rin.. Rin!

[ November 16, 2036 ]

Rin snaps out of his thoughts, turning to his team mate calling for him. “You don’t want to go home, you want to practice some more don’tcha?” Bachira jokes to his teammate. Rin rolls his eyes in annoyance before his friend continues. “If you don’t have plans, Isagi, Nagi and the rest of us are planning to e-” “No.” Rin harshly rejects before letting his friend finish. “You’re no fun” he cries as Rin quickly grabs his belongings, then leaving.

Stepping out from the gymnasium, he makes his way to his car. A familiar lilac color catches him from the corner of his eye.

Rin places the small bouquet of lilacs in the empty passenger seat beside him, he had just purchased them from the sweet old vendor that was passing by. As he starts the car a familiar song begins to play on the radio. Instead of skipping, he turns the volume up before driving home. Reminiscing on a beautiful past memory that felt like it was not too long ago.

[ Spring of 2017 ] "Around this time tomorrow" You struggle on your tippy-toes, reaching for the beautiful lilacs that are blossoming on the tree branches above you. "I wonder where you will be" From far, Rin watches you. The wind blows the lilacs of the spring, slowly onto your hair. "And who you will be thinking of" Trying to get a closer look, you try your best to continue reaching out to them, before they bend down closer to you. Your head turns to the side towards the person who have helped bring them down for you. "You are always gonna be my love" Your eyes meet Rin's examining the lilacs too, before coming to meet yours. Never have you felt such softness from a gaze of another person. Rin looks to you before looking back at the lilacs, bringing down closer to you. You reach up to feel the flowers tickle your nose, as you inhale deeply of the calming scent it extracts.

Rin arrives home, entering his luxurious apartment from the years of being a pro athletic star. He carries the bouquet of lilacs into his bedroom, laying them gently on his desk, before sighing as he touches the soft petals, remembering that day.

[ Fall Semester, 2016 ]

Rin steps out of his school's gymnasium, he scans to where you both usually meet, only to find one of his teammates conversing with you. He watches in curiosity.

"Y/n, please go out with me! I have movie tickets-"

"I'm sorry!" You reject your classmate immediately before running away, leaving him in shock.

He and Rin watch you run off, before Rin chuckles in satisfaction to himself. He claps his hands together and thanks the universe. Not too long, Rin follows for you knowing he was the one you were waiting for, after all it's your routine. You study in the library while he practices soccer, then walking home to either one's house. You both were stuck to the glue since you were small, knowing each other from the inside and out.

[ November 18, 2036 ]

You are mid-day in your shift at your family's bakery. As a little girl you have grown accustomed to helping your parents run their small business. Studying as you check guests out, you were so loved by everyone who would come in. Though ever since your father had long passed, things haven't been able to stay the same.

[ Summer 2007 ] "What is it you're reading y/n-chan?" A regular customer asks as your parents prepare their order. "A book about bones!" You take the large and heavy book in your hands, pointing to where you had just left off at. "Did you know there is a large bone located at the bottom of your heal called the calcaneus?" The customer looks at you with an impressed expression on their face before turning to your parents. "She's only 5?" Your parents look to each other giggling at how adorable you were to impress another dear customer with such intense knowledge at a young age. "She loves to learn." Your parents have always known you were meant for great succession. "That is one intelligent young brain" The customer compliments, before leaving. At the age of 5 everyone saw you as a growing prodigy. Your IQ was off the charts, along with your brain development. It seemed nearly incredible just how much you spend educating yourself. Could you be a lawyer? A governor? Maybe the president? You greet the customer to have a good day before hopping off the stool running towards them. “Mama, papa, I want to be a doctor!” You declare this promise. Your parents swore they saw light shine from you as you confessed with such joy. Your passion stood out beyond, and your parents did everything they can to help polish this gift of yours. “Your brain is a one of a kind y/n-chan.” Your mother praises before your father leans down “Our shining star.”

Who would have known that the very same daughter, would continue helping her mother run their family bakery. Her promise long forgotten.

As you wipe the counter, you find an old book. Taking it into your hands, you flip through the pages before stopping at one that holds a picture of you and a young boy. Taking the picture out, you think of him with such love before placing the picture back in, and continuing your work.

Another beautiful morning in the Kanagawa Prefecture. Rin rolls his windows down as he drives off to his old family home, for a little "family" reunion.

As he pulls up and parks, he sees a familiar red head, waiting for him by the front door. As Rin approaches the door, Sae gives a stoic expression before giving his younger brother a soft smile. Rin following suit. "Welcome home big bro."

The Itoshi brothers enter their childhood house until a young girl runs up to Rin. "Uncle Rinnie!" She cheers happily. "Maruko-chan, how are you?" He smiles softly at his brother's daughter, before picking her up and walking further into the family home with his brother.

Your shift had just ended, and you are now at a mall, searching for the perfect gift for a special someone.

You make your way from a shoe department, to belts. Leather wallets displayed in a glass case along with calligraphy pens. No item catches your eye that you feel would be suitable for this person so dear in your life. It makes you kind of feel like you hardly even know them anymore.

Looking at the time, it seems to run out so you leave without any purchases from these departments. Making your way to the meetup.

Pulling up to a luxurious gated house, you make your way to the monitor, requesting for someone. "Long time no see" you get the ick hearing the voice of your ex-husband, Oliver Aiku. "Hey, I'm here to pick up Ike as planned." Before you know, you see your teenage son make his way to your car with a backpack. "Thank you" You tell your ex-husband as your son enters the passenger side. "See you later." You hear Oliver say before a BEEP is heard.

You turn to look at your pride and joy, your son Ike. "How are you?" Asking as you drive off. "Okay" he says bluntly, almost awkwardly in a way. "Are you hungry?"

Making your way home to your apartment, you prepare to cook a meal for your son as he gets situated. As you cook you hear the click of the front door. Stopping your actions, you look towards the door seeing your son. "I'll be back later." He says before going out. Before you can say anything he shuts the door, leaving you alone.

You sigh quietly before looking to the calendar right besides the front door that reads on today's date "Ike's 14th birthday." You return to your cooking. Realizing you forgot an ingredient in the fridge, you open it only to find the birthday cake you planned to blow out for your son.

"So how have you been?" Sae asks his younger brother as they are seated at their family's dining table. Maruko in the chair beside her uncle as she plays around with her coloring book. "It's been the same." Rin replies bluntly before turning his attention to his niece. "What is that you're drawing? That is so cool" He says delightfully before his brother smiles with this interaction. Almost like how the years of distancing from his brother, the words said that one snowy night, the game they played against each other, and the years of not talking had never happened.

Rin's phone buzzes with a notification, his attention from Maruko leaves before he checks it. Sae watches as his younger brother enters his password, his expression changing into surprise.

"That number. 1 1 1 8." Rin looks at his brother in embarrassment before getting defensive, he gives his brother a glare. "That is a breach of privacy." "It's of her, isn't it?" Rin stays silent. "Are you still-" "It's not like that. There's no deep meaning- just that nobody would figure it out if I lost it." He refutes. "Uh-huh". Rin pays his brother no mind before reverting his attention back to Maruko.

Though, his full attention wasn't on her, but on the thougt of you. Thinking if he will ever see you again.

[ November 18, 2016 ]

Rin steps out of the gymnasium, ready to end the day with you by his side before he sees a familiar scene in front of him. He stays quiet as he watches the interaction.

"Y/n!" The boy yells, startling you. "Y-yes?" Rin watches in amusement, wondering how this will go down, already knowing you will turn the guy down just like you do with every confession before.

"Do... d-do.." Rin fights back an internal laugh before the boy confessing to you can even speak. "Do you like..." Good god, Rin just wants to go home and this rejection is taking forever. "DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FOOD?!" The boy asks loudly startling you. You are taken aback and think out loud, do you? "Um.. I like-" before you can answer, the boy sees Rin and cries "Nevermind! I'm sorry" before running off.

You watch confused before seeing a figure from the corner of your eye. Rin moves past you, then looking back. "You ready to go?" You nod and blush in embarrassment, your best friend probably saw the entire thing.

The walk home was so close, but a bit too quiet for your liking, after that recent event. "I got asked my favorite food." You say still confused on that interaction. It's silent before Rin responds bluntly. "I think asking someone what their favorite food is, means that you like that person, right? I think he liked you, I'm surprised you didn't catch that considering how big your head is" You blush in embarrassment before retaliating. "What a weird way to say you think I'm smart, because I am!" You stomp ahead of him faster. With one lunge forward, he's already caught up to you again. Your angry demeanor diminished, replaced with laughter. He smiles too as you two make it home.

He walks you to your front door, as you open it the familiar scent of your mom's cooking escapes and as much as he wants to come in, he isn't able to tonight. Watching as you step into your door, he turns to leave before you call out to him. "Rin!" He turns back around to look at you. It is silent for a bit before you begin, "Then what about you?" He looks at you with a bit of confusion. "What's your favorite food?" You ask him. "Me?" He takes a moment to think, he's surprise he hasn't had this exchange with you before, he thinks to himself if he even knows your favorite food. After all, you both have been friends since you were 5! You guys literally live and breathe each other, best friends for what? LIFE!!!!

He takes a moment to think before answering "Ochazuke" it is a bit quiet, your mind replaying the memories of him eating ochazuke almost all the time as a kid, realizing there is a missing component. "with bream?" You ask. He's shocked that you knew that. "Especially with bream." He confesses, earning a giggle from you. "Goodnight Rin, get home safe. I'll see you later." You tell him before going in.

He waves you a "bye" as he heads off. 'What a random question.' He thought to himself before getting home.

Opening up his laptop, he hits the "call button" and shortly, his brother answers. "What" is heard on the other line. Rin then proceeds update with his brother as he's in Spain, and to tell him about the weird and random question you had asked him.

"She was confessing her feelings." Sae says on the other side of the line. "Huh? What do you mean?" "You stupid? Do you understand context?" His brother says annoyed, though Rin plays it off as playful sibling antics. Sae lets out an obviously annoyed sigh. "Before asking you your favorite food, you were talking about how it means you like that person. Then that's not a question, it's a confession!" He finishes, ready to hang up the call. Rin sits there in disbelief before getting up, grabbing his sweater before running out.

You on the other hand, sit at your desk that is in front of your window. Your binder propped open as you take notes and study. You are deep in focus before you see a familiar figure running in front of your house.

[ November 18, 2036 ]

You drive around looking for your son with worry. He hasn't replied back to you calls or texts in the past 9 hours. "Later.." You repeat to yourself, as you are unable to find him your grow with frustration. "When is later! Where could he be, is he alright?" As you drive you remember the feature on your phone, you check to see that your son is sharing his location with you indefinitely, before beginning your drive to him.

You stop in front of... your family's bakery? Parking, you run inside only to find him in a secluded corner, studying? "Ike?" You call for him, he looks up at you before looking at the time.

"Mom I'm sorry, I didn't see the time- I was just-" Before you can finish you engulf him in a hug. Relieved that he is safe. Not too long your mother comes from the counter. "Why didn't you tell me he was here?" You ask her. "I didn't even know you had him in town today. Besides, he wanted to study."

You both look to him before you let out a sigh of relief, immediately returning home. The drive home was quiet, but as you made it through the door of your apartment, your son apologizes again to which you tell him it was alright. "I have something for you." You guide your son the the kitchen where you prepare his birthday gift, along with his present.

Ike lets out a small smile towards the gesture, blowing out the candle then opening his present, which was an envelope.

"I wasn't sure what to get you, so I bought you a gift card." You say as he takes it out. He thanks you as he gives you a warm hug. Small moments like these give you the memory of love that you feel had been forgotten, though it was time to take him back.

[ November 18, 2016 ]

"Rin?" You say yourself before you see him running towards your door.

You drop your studies and immediately sprint down, before he could know you swing the door open, startling both of you. "Rin? What's wrong?" You ask before noticing that rain began to sprinkle. "You'll catch a cold." You say as you try to yank him inside, yet he doesn't move. Instead, it takes a moment before he grabs you, pulling you close to him. "RIN-!"

He hugs you tightly as his eyes begin to gloss. "Rin?" "What about you y/n?" "What?" "What is..." as he begins to ask, the rain starts to come down harder, but he holds you even closer, shielding your head to prevent the rain from touching you. "your favorite food? What is it?" You close your eyes as you share the embrace with him before answering "Shrimp."

He lets out a small chuckle as he holds you, your childhood best friend that you had grown up and endured so much with. He pulls away before cupping your cheek. The rain beginning to pour on the both of you, soaking your hair.

"I like you." Itoshi Rin confesses. Years of keeping it to himself, he confesses that he does, finally. "Ever since we were five." He looks into your eyes, watching as your eyes get glossier than his. It feels as if time has froze, the way you both look at each other with such endearment, although eyes filled with tears threatening to escape.

"Please go out with me."

"Yes."

The rain pours as you continue your reply. "Me too. Rin, I like you too.” Tears began to spill from both eyes as you hug each other in an embrace so tight.

Time, standing still is about to start moving

So many things I don't want to forget

Around this time tomorrow

I know I will be crying

I will be thinking of you.

[ November 18, 2036 ]

You will always be inside my heart

Rin bids his brother and niece a farewell as he starts his drive home.

There will always be a place just for you

He turns his car on, and on the radio plays the same song he had heard of yesterday.

I just hope I have a place in your heart too

As he drives, he thinks to himself that he feels the coincidences recently are all too haunting.

Now and forever you are still the one

It was like every memory of you, the existence of you is coming back stronger than before.

Now, it is still a sad love song

"Will I ever see her again?" He thinks to himself as he enters the roundabout.

Until I can sing a new one

As you drive your head begins to hurt again. You squint your eyes to see the roundabout coming up. You begin to slower still your eyes focused on the road.

You are always gonna be my love

Rin looks behind him as another car comes in. His eyes expanding, not believing his eyes.

If one day I fall in love with someone again...

He slows down on driving, examines if it's really you, watching as your eyes squint ahead of you. You look beautiful, just as how he last saw you in person. All the memories and feelings he had of you shock him there, but before he could say a thing he sees as you begin to drive forward.

I'll remember to love, you taught me how

Noticing how ahead you are of him, he presses on the gas, an attempt to follow you before you make a safe right out of the roundabout. The speed he was going at, he wouldn't have been able to do the same so he misses.

You are always gonna be my love

He looks forward as he continues to drive and then back, still in shock of seeing you again in person after all those years.

"Every moment is an irreplaceable piece of our lives."

Now and forever.

"But what if... you lose an important piece?"

A/N: Merry quisssmoisssss everyone! Wishing you all a happy day and yeah! I hope you enjoy chapter one, and hopefully it wasn't too confusing. I really wanted to follow the format similar to the series hehe! See you next chapter!

-love, p 🌸

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respectthefishuwu · 5 months

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A skeleton has always been so detached in its shape from the idea of human that I had always perceived it as a foreign entity. I understand logically that it is a human remains as the hardest part of our being it lasts longer than our flesh. I can feel it inside me, can touch the skin where it is closer to the surface, I hear it clack and click sometimes, my teeth are bare for me to see them. Yet still I don’t think I ever really correlated it as something that really used to be part of a human when I saw it. Of course a modern person living in the west to add does not have many chances to see a skeleton in person. We most usually see photos, in films or drawings. I myself had a skeleton one to one sized model in middle school, affectionately called “Kostek” (from Polish “kości” i. e. “bones”) a victim of many of our pranks. Later in high school I would witness depictions of skulls in art history class, Netherland baroque still lifes still reside in my mind. As our teacher would tell us the message of unavoidable death and flowing time to the one experiencing the painting. I would look at them in admiration, the skill and mastery of the artist speaking to me, a youngster in training. But the message of the long dead master would not reach me. The skull, the hourglass were merely interesting objects to study in my eye.

In the first grade of high school I believe, when we were studying human figure our first assignment was the skull. We were to study the bone structure in preparation for a fleshed out human. We would study the shape of bone, the sharpness of the jaw, eyebrows curve, how the back was chiselled. I studied the profile predominantly as that was the perspective from my station I occupied in our drawing and painting classroom during my four year stay. I sketched and observed the angle at which the nose met the forehead, the sad grimace of eye sockets cast in shadow, the wide smile forever frozen in time. And although I knew we were studying it in preparation for the human figure, firstly it would be a gypsum bust and later at last one of my classmates would pose, yet even so it was just an object, a shape, a being of space for me.

Few years back I visited an old chapel, or a shrine perhaps would be a better way to describe it. I believe when I was still in middle school but of that I am not sure nor do I recall where it was. The only thing I remember for sure is that it was a one day trip during a broader vacation. The day was bright with scorching Sun washing everything in a dazzling shine wherever its rays would touch. Put simply, the perfect day to explore old sanctuaries made of a cooling stone. The shrine I think was from times of plague in the 17th century. Its entire interior was made of skulls. Countless human skulls would surround you upon entering. That image is still vivid in my mind. Old polished ecru bone, bright but delicate on the sun fatigued eyes. Unusual but fascinating experience to say the least.

Right now I am listening to “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails covered by Hildegard von Blingin’. The song is quiet with a sorrowful yet calm tone and of course as it is Hildegard von Blingin’ cover the song and music is rewritten to imitate mediaeval style, lyrics changed in an early modern English manner to still be understood by the modern listener. A truly romantic tune.

The video accompanying the song has lyrics change on the screen along the performer’s singing, written in a lean font reminiscent of an old quill pen writing. Beside them there is a figure in the style of drawings found in mediaeval breviaries. The figure is that of a king in chainmail tunic atop his gown, crown helm placed on his head, red cloak engulfing him, sword held up in his right hand with his left one placed beneath his heart. Truly a picture of a mediaeval king, what have I found so peculiar about that image? Because that is in fact why I started writing all of this in the first place.

Please watch it if you had not already:

https://youtu.be/g4UZRYShjYU?si=kuwHhC5dhMATIrY5

As the video progresses together with the song, the depiction of our king begins to change. At his feet appear human skulls, at first faded they subtly come into view stronger as time passes. One of them holds a tibia in its jaws, another one grins almost mockingly. Upon closer inspection there are changes to our king as well. Traces of blood stain his chainmail tunic, his eyes become clouded falling deeper into their sockets, his nose darkens until it is gone, only a dark hole left behind, skeletal grin overtakes kings stoic demeanour. His helm covered in rime, the hem of his gown torn.

“What have I become?

My sweetest friend”

the lyrics call out once more,

“Everyone I love fades away in the end

And thou couldst have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let thee down

I will make thee hurt”

The skulls surrounding the king fade into the view firmly now as the song nears to the end.

While watching the video I jumped between my open tabs as I usually do when listening to music, a static video like that doesn’t really lose its message when not watched continuously I presumed. I was distracted, I jumped back to the tab open with the cover and as I saw the skull at king's feet and for but a speck of second I saw a person in one of them. It was a brief visualisation but something in me was stirred, I felt somehow sad. It is just a drawing of a skull but like any other skull it used to be a person, alive, breathing, warm. My mind wandered back to the shrine I described earlier, the walls filled with people, warm humans with sorrows and joys, all around me upon my entry. All of their lives bygone and forgotten, even my memories of their bones faded, as preserved as they are. En passant I rapidly searched for any other times I had some type of contact with a skeleton. Each personified suddenly, each an image of a human now lost to time. None of them just inanimate objects of interesting shape anymore.

And that exactly, that overwhelming dread and happiness of passing, humanity in its purest form, pooled behind my eyes, tightening my throat pushed me to write.

That little drawing of a skull with tibia in its jaws and its grinning friend on the opposite side.

#a skeleton and the detached idea of human #hildegard von blingin #hurt by nine inche nails #bardcore #a spontaneous 2 and a half long page essay #I wish I could write my assignments like that #skeleton #evening thoughts #memento mori #i guess #dread of passing #blessing of it #girl behaviour tbh #embracing my feminine side fr #the human experience i tell ya

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umichenginabroad · 10 months

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Week 7: Enjoying the Czech Republic

Dobrý den! I can't believe my time in Prague is almost over! This week my friends and I have been trying to take advantage of all the things in Prague, so we've been going out every night, and trying all the food places that we had not eaten at yet. On Sunday, we tried to finish all of the math homework that we had not done, since we were on our Nice trip.On Monday, my friends and I were also on a Hunger Games movie marathon, so we also finished the last movie. We also discovered that there was a club that was free for students during the weekdays, so we decided to go check it out. When we got there, we realized that we were supposed to get the tickets beforehand, so we decided to do that on the way back to the apartment.

On Tuesday, we wanted to tan (since we don't want to lose the one we got in Nice), so we decided to go to Žluté Lázně. When we got there, we realized that we had to pay a fee to get in, so we decided to go to Old Town instead to run some errands. We stopped at a bookshop, and I got a book that I am currently reading called The Plus One. It helps me have some sort of entertainment besides my phone, since I kind of got sick of it. After that, we went window shopping (since we are on a tight budget now), and went back to the apartment. At night, we decided to go to Zluta Pumpa for dinner, before getting ready to go out. That day we did have tickets to get in for free, so we went and had a good time since most of the people who were there were relatively our age. Something I have noticed from partying in Europe is that a lot of older people go out, and you don't see as many young people.

On Wednesday, our class took us on a field trip to the Museum of Technology. It was very cool since there were a lot of cars, planes, trains, and bicycles all over the place. We went with our math teachers, and one of them had worked in an aviation school, so he showed us everything and explained how everything worked. Being a pilot is very hard! After our field trip, we went to eat brunch at a place called Bistro Monk. The food was really good (I got pancakes), but it was very overpriced since it was for a more US audience. After brunch, we had been wanting to try fruit dumplings for the longest time, so we went to a place called Knedlin, and they were actually really good. I didn't get one for myself because I was stuffed, but I tried a piece from my friends and they were good!

Thursday was a really chill day because I went to class, and from there decided that I wanted to try Venezuelan arepas here in Prague. Being from Colombia, there has always been a rivalry between Venezuela and Colombia on where arepas are really from. I was interested in trying the arepas from Venezuela, and have also been craving them, so I figured that was the closest thing I was getting. I went to a place called Arepas de Lyna and they were actually very good. I was happy I went because I was also finally able to talk to someone in Spanish for a long time, since the workers there spoke in Spanish. I then went back to the apartment, read my book, and tried to do some math homework.

Today, I went to Kutna Hora! We went with CEA, and they first took us to the bone church. The bone church was very creepy, since all the decorations inside were made from skeletons! Unfortunately, we were not allowed to take pictures, so I can’t show you guys any. We then went to the town to eat lunch, and then went into the mines. This was a very cool experience, and I would recommend it to anyone who is not claustrophobic. There were very narrow and small spaces we had to go through, and it was pretty dark. I really enjoyed it though, and I got to learn a lot about silver mining during that era. We then went to the Cathedral of St Barbara, who was the patron Saint of miners. It was really pretty, and on the path leading to the cathedral, there were a bunch of statues, which kind of resembled the Charles Bridge.

I have had a lot of fun in Prague this week, but I am going to go to Vienna for the weekend, so I will update you guys on that next week. See you later!

Mariana Pardo

Biomedical Engineering

Engineering in Prague

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEPrague #MarianaPardo #IPESummer23 #CzechRepublic

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Life in the Silurian

(first row: Pteraspis, Qianodus, Cooksonia; second row: Entelognathus, Guiyu, Eurypterus; third row: Prototaxites, Pneumodesmus)

Art by:

Cooksonia, Pteraspis - Nobu Tamura

Qianodus - Heming Zhang

Eurypterus - Vladislav Egorov

Prototaxites - Mary Parrish

Pneumodesmus - Wikimedia

Entelognathus - Brian Choo

Guiyu - Gogosardina

It‘s the Silurian and our fish ancestors came up with a great invention: Jaws! That‘s right, we now have the ability to bite stuff.

Fish (in the broadest sense of the word) have been around since the Cambrian explosion. The first group that split off from the fish line were the Jawless fish that I talked about last week. They are of course still around during the Silurian (some of them are still around today). One of them was Pteraspis.

However, during the Silurian we see the rise of another group of fish: The jawed fish. It is believed that jaws evolved from the gills, which were supported by cartilaginous material (this is a material that is not as hard as bone but much stronger then muscles or other tissue. We still have it in many of our joints). Over time this cartilaginous gill support partially morphed into jaws.

Probably the first group of jawed fish were the Placoderms or “armored fish“ like Entelognathus. They got their name from the bony armor that covered their heads and leads to some pretty cool looking fossils. They were a very shot lived group, only lasting from the Silurian of the end of the following Devonian, but during that time span they became some of the biggest and most terrifying things to swim in the oceans. They really subscribed to the rock star lifestyle of “live fast, die young“. And don‘t worry, I‘ll talk about them more next week, during the Devonian, when it will be their time to shine, and they reached much bigger sizes. Right now, in the Silurian, they were still relatively small like pretty much all fish, maybe around a foot long.

The next group of jawed fish to split off from the family tree are the Cartilaginous fish (or Condrichthyes, if you want to be fancy). As the name suggest their skeleton ist mostly made out of cartilaginous material. Today they include sharks, rays and some other groups. Qianodus was one of the earliest members of this group.

Then we have the bony fish (Osteichytes) like Guiyu. The name again describes the skeleton and this time it is made from (big surprise) bones. Today the bony fish dominate our oceans. Think about any kind of fish. Unless you‘re picturing a shark right now, whatever you‘re thinking about is probably a bony fish. Bony fish will also eventually give rise to the tetrapods (that‘s us!), so they are our ancestors and if you want to be technically correct (the best kind of correct), you could even say that we are bony fish.

Going away from all the fish, many of the invertebrates also recovered after the mass extinction at the end of the Ordovician. Some of the most famous ones are the eurypterids, the sea scorpions, that I already mentioned in the last post. Their name-giver species Eurypterus lived during this time. Compared to some of the other gigantic eurypterids (some were bigger than a person), they were fairly unimpressive with sizes averaging around 20 cm, in rare cases measuring up to 60 cm. They were however the most common eurypterid by far, making up about 90 % of all the eurypterid fossils we have today.

While the Silurian oceans would have looked alien to us, the land looked possible even more bizarre. The plants were now colonizing the planet. At this point they had developed a vascular system (one of the earliest vascular plants is Cooksonia). This is basically the plant version of a blood stream and it allows the plants to distribute nutrients and therefore grow much taller. And by much taller I mean about 30 cm. These early plants formed miniature forests, which honestly sounds kinda cute. If you look at a forest today, you‘ll find big trees and maybe some small mushrooms growing in their shadows. Back then it was the opposite: The miniature forests of Cooksonia and mosses were dwarfed by giant fungi, like Prototaxites. Their almost tree-like structures grew up to 8 m tall and give any paleoart of the period an eerie, alien vibe.

But what personally creeps me out even more about this early world, is the thought of how silent it must have been. No flies buzzing. No crickets making sound. No birds chirping. No mice rustling through the undergrowth. Just silence. The only animals that had made it onto land by this time were some arthropods like the millipede Pneudesmus, whose name means “air breather“, because it was one of the very first animals that was able to do that. We have to wait a bit longer for the land to become busy enough for noise.

(Again, everything just summarized from wikipedia)

#paleontology #paleoblr #paleozoic #fish #silurian #eurypterid #infodump

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hiii 🥺 do you think i could have 🥺 i hope this doesn’t break your rules but can i have hcs of like each dorm putting on a halloween party, and the theme for each form is like based on their dorm costume? like a pirate themed party for savanaclaw and a mad scientist themed party for octavinelle?

Ramshackle counts as a dorm too, sooo--

It's Party Time!

Step into the Botanical Garden for midnight tea time with skeletons! There will be plenty of seats set up to accommodate the guests, with floaty, white tablecloths and chairs fastened to resemble tombstones. They even break out special cutlery carved from bone to make the experience extra spooky and authentic!

Trey has planned the menu, loading teapots up with apple-infused blends and serving up simple but cute snacks (they had to be simple because the rest of Heartslabuyul helped make them, and their culinary skills are... questionable). These foods include chocolate-covered pretzels dipped in (orange) chocolate and piped with green leaves to resemble pumpkins, cupcakes with “spiderwebs” made of melted marshmallows, and dirt cups (chocolate pudding with cookie crumbles and gummy worms on top).

Riddle passes out roses--painted black to resemble rotting ones--and toothbrushes (Trey’s idea, not his) to the guests. He gets mistaken as a lost child many times, but to his credit, he manages to stay cordial and politely correct them.

Ace and Deuce don their shovels and man the photo booth (Cater’s suggestion). It’s an open grave where guests can lie down or pretend to be springing up from the dead. They even offer a selection of props so you can look extra cool while you pose for Magicam pics!

... Cater made the playlist of music blasting through the garden. Don’t be surprised if you hear goofy songs like “Scary Spooky Skeletons” on the dance floor!

The colosseum has been converted into a massive sunken ship, complete with treasures abound and treacherous waters. Have fun exploring the inside of the ship and peering into its nooks and crannies for hidden “treasure”, like gem-shaped gummies, sugar pearls, and chocolate coins!

Pick up a plastic sword, and you can practice swashbuckling with Jack! He’ll go easy on guests, of course (especially if it’s a little kid). When he has lost, he’ll bend a knee and clutch his heart as though he’s been brutally wounded and offer an awkward smile to concede defeat.

If you’d rather experience the thrill of capture, you can walk the plank instead. Don’t worry, there’ll be a safety net to catch you if you actually fall (though if you feel like rolling up your pants and wading into the water, the pirates won’t stop you).

Ruggie darts around the party sneaking candies into people’s pockets and bags without them noticing, They’ll be in for a surprise when they leave the party--and not because it’s a free treat, but because they’ll probably have a warm, gooey melted chocolate on their hands!

Leona spends the whole evening whining and grumbling about all the “brats” crawling around and annoying him. They’re all interested in hanging out with the pirate captain and think that his grumpiness is a part of the act, much to his chagrin. Ruggie’s sure to grab lots of pictures~ Maybe he can sell them to Cheka later--

Mad laughter reverberates through the laboratory--you’re in the world of the mermaid mummies now. The shelves here are lined with strange liquids in jars and bottled experiments, but for a limited time only, you can pick your own small container and fill it to the brim with sweet treats of your choosing!

There’s a station where you can have fun mixing together various foods and seeing the results. How about making your own chocolate-covered pretzel stick and rolling it in pop rocks. Or mixing cola and candies to see what will make an explosive reaction?

Azul’s vision for the party was something “fun but fancy”, but that idea goes out of the window when Floyd whips out rolls of toilet paper and suggests having a competition to see who can “mummify” someone the fastest. And so the guests have great fun wrapping Azul in toilet paper--

Jade serves as a dutiful waiter, patrolling the lab and offering savory little appetizers to people. There’s ambiguous grey matter stuff (which is delicious, despite how it looks) served on buttered crackers, sausages wrapped in curly fries, and meatballs and mushrooms wound in spaghetti and covered in cream-based sauce to resemble the bandages of a mummy.

Azul offers mystery grab bags filled with cute and cheap accessories (fake fangs, little hats, bracelets, etc.) to the guests so that everyone can feel included in the party. There are also flyers and coupons advertising the Mostro Lounge in those grab bags, but shhhh, just let it happen--

A whistle of the wind through the barren branches, the call of a distant animal... There’s nothing quite like being out in the wild! Peek around a trunk, and you’ll find the Mystery Shop all decked out and teeming with not just werewolves, but all kinds of animals! It looks like Kalim has brought his entire menagerie to form a petting zoo for the night!

As per Jamil’s plan to preach recycling and environmentalism, Scarabia offers arts and crafts that teach the guests ways to repurpose old or unwanted items into fun projects! A popular one is turning plastic bottles into reusable planters (painted to resemble all kinds of Halloween monsters and ghouls)!

There’s lots of simple games to play (so they minimize disturbing the animals of the forest), like hide-and-seek, bean-bag tossing into targets marked by painted spiderwebs, and even bopping around a balloon to keep it afloat. Kalim leads the games with ease and cheer, making him popular with the guests.

... If you’re wondering where Jamil is, he’s busy frantically hosing down the area with bug spray and begging people to not eat unless they go indoors. (He was sure to ask Sam for permission to use the shop to serve punch and fresh fruits--Mother Nature’s version of candy.)

Together, Kalim and Jamil (uh, but mostly Jamil) help the guests practice basic animal language (in the form of wolf howling). Before the party closes, they lead a group howl, thanking the forest and the woodland creatures for allowing them to “borrow” their home for the night.

Vampires lurk in the Hall of Mirrors, the place left mostly untouched for eons to preserve its grand history. Pomefiore’s party is held just outside of those hallowed halls so as to prevent damaging or dirtying the mirrors--and what an upbeat reception it is! Vil’s there front and center to greet the guests and take pictures (with his students making sure a single file line is maintained).

Epel runs amok and encourages the guests to play tag with him! Whenever someone is caught, Epel gives them their own set of plastic fangs, and the captured prey joins him as a new “vampire” to tag more people! He lets them keep the fangs as a souvenir when the game is over (but hey, if you want to play again, he’s up for it)!

Rook puts his artistic abilities to use by offering face paintings! Just tell him what you’d like, and he can make you up within minutes (and if you’re not into the cheesy monster look, he can do classic makeup as well)! Before you know if, you’ve got all kinds of living works of art wandering the party.

The buffet-style food tables have little signs propped up by the platters (naming the dish and listing potential allergens), each saying something cheeky and in the spirit of the holiday, like “take a bite” and “pick your poison”. There’s plenty of sweets to indulge in, from candy apples to a whole chocolate fountain (dyed red). There’s cider as well--with the spooky surprise of a horrifying shrunken face appearing in it (they’re actually just faces carved into apples by Epel).

Speaking of apples, you can go apple bobbing (that super strength makeup Rook slapped on you will stay put)! Sink your canines into some fruit to win fabulous prizes, then dry off with silk towels provided by Pomefiore--designed to reduce split ends!

Are you ready for the twists and turns of the pumpkin patch haunted by the Pumpkin Knight himself? You’d better be! ... And even if you aren’t, Idia’s going to be projecting the movie on the library walls anyway. Everyone should witness the genius of the Pumpkin Knight movie (though with some convincing from his dorm members, Idia begrudgingly switches up the showings to also include horror movies and scary anime).

Some guests use the projections to put on shadow puppet shows and to tell scary stories in the darkest, most isolated corners of the library. Idia’s annoyed by this and complains that normies don’t understand true art--so he’ll take up the library’s intercom system and tell haunting tales of his own to spook people (he’s got plenty of experience as the Dungeon Master of Board Game Club--)!

Ortho flies overhead, sprinkling candy down on party goers. (“Look, Nii-san! I’m making chocolate rain!”) If the candy is anything hard or otherwise dangerous, he’ll float down and spook the guests, then safely deposit the candies in their hands.

Since they can’t risk getting pumpkin pulp all over the library books, Ignihyde instead sets up a virtual “make your own jack o’ lantern” station. You can pick the pumpkin size and shape, then draw whatever you like on it and pick the color of its glow--and moments later, your dream design will come to life, thanks to Idia’s “Jack-o’-Matic” machine!

Idia sets up a big “fetch quest” for the guests to play, starting with a riddle slipped into a book as a book mark. This will lead them into finding more riddles and clues scattered throughout the library, which eventually concludes with a mock “boss battle” against the Pumpkin Knight. Defeat him, and you’ll receive a leaf crown--making you the “Pumpkin King”!

Lighting crackles in the sky as mighty eastern dragons descend, welcoming guests to Ramshackle. With Malleus at the helm, they can easily conjure up beautiful light shows to open and close the evening. (Maybe Lilia’s bats can even get in on the performance!)

Lilia’s worldy wisdom becomes a great asset to Diasomnia. He directs the decorations and even brings some artifacts from his travels for comparison so they can nail the authenticity! The same goes for the food--he recounts the dishes he has had while the others take notes on what to prepare. (When Lilia offers to help, Silver insists he has helped enough by sharing his knowledge and hurries Lilia away to do something else.)

Sebek and Silver put on a live performance about two battling dragons. Because of their knightly training, all their fight choreography seems authentic (even if their acting itself is relatively stiff). Lilia cheers both of his pupils on while offering licorice candies to the audience members.

Diasomnia arranges an obstacle course (a very dumbed down and simplified version of the version Sebek and Silver went through as children). The goal is to make it to the end and high-five “the great Stone Dragon” (aka Malleus) and then be the first to race back! He often has to crouch down so the racers can actually reach his hand, but he finds it amusing how excited the little ones are to be near him.

As exciting as the party can get, they try to keep the volume reasonable. (That means no shouting, Sebek!) After all, they’re aware that people now reside in Ramshackle dorm, and they wouldn’t want to disturb them. (If you look out of your window before the stroke of midnight though, you’ll be just in time to catch the closing fireworks--big and bold and beautiful.)

Ramshackle may not have an official party venue, but no one’s stopping you from claiming Main Street for yourself! Since the Great Seven statues set in candlelight are already imposing enough, you save a lot of money on decorations (good, because Crowley barely gives you an allowance).

The Ramshackle Ghosts collect odd ends and bits from around the dorm and, with the help of Epel, DIY some banners to dangle from the trees. The first years also blow up balloons and let the ghosts scrawl on some derpy faces (though Ace cheats by using wind magic to fill the balloons).

Grim volunteers tuna from his stash to serve, and Ace swipes some cakes and tarts from Heartslabyul’s party for your own. (Actually, he brings a whole triple tiered cake topped with gummy eyeballs and green, oozey frosting, claiming it’s a “donation” from Trey-senpai). Deuce summons a cauldron, while Jack and Sebek fetch fruit and a big stirring stick to brew up some tasty homemade punch to wash down the sweets with.

You don’t have fancy equipment or games, so you make do with what you have! You sit by the statues and talk with the first years, taking turns to pick songs to blast from your phones. You may not have a lot at your party, but your friends all pitched in to make it as magical as it can possibly be--so you’ll savor this Halloween together.

In the middle of the party, you hear footsteps approaching--and when you turn, you find Tsunotarou there, arms folded and a mirthful smile on his face. “What a lovely little gathering you’ve made for yourself. Are you capable of hosting one more, Child of Man?” You do.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #Octavinelle #Malleus Draconia #Diasomnia #Savanaclaw #Heartslabyul #Scarabia #Ignihyde #Pomefiore #disney twisted wonderland #curiouser and curiouser #Reader #self insert #Grim #Ramshackle Ghosts #spoilers

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