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[safaabbas]

Elementor 3.14 Beta Comes With Exclusive Improvements

Elementor has it’s newest release, verson 3.14 Beta with some exclusive improvements. It has upgrades to the Loop Grid and Loop Carousel Widgets and introduces the new Global Styles preview. Thus, It’s packed with exciting improvements and new features that will make building websites even more amazing and fun. Thanks to the Elementor team for the amazing works. Special thanks to Ashley…

[ptej1980]

It will always be Polin season 💛🐝

I am obviously biased (lol) but I am not the only who notices the massive fan base and popularity of Polin!

Netflix Tudum used the Polin Baby pic with a link to S4 article, and Buzzfeed UK posted a carousel of pics for S4, putting Polin first and duplicating the pic later on in the photo dump.

I think it is clear to all how popular the friends to lovers trope is and that Polin is a major factor in the shows popularity. IMO it has a lot to do with Nic and Luke and their chemistry on screen.

The fact that SM outlets are using Polin to promote S4 has stirred up a proverbial hornets nest on X with Benophie Stan’s getting a little nasty and personal towards Nic and Luke.

Honestly I think it comes from a place of concern that there two leads will not have the same connection on screen as Polin, which obviously is true because Lukola have been “besties” since 2019. No other couple can compare.

Enjoy the below Nic Luke Core Video. Have a good night 💛🐝

[shyrosequartz]

I think diamond swap AUs are a really fun exercise in character design, and just generally I've had one in mind for awhile 😭 so here's a "pink in white's place" design for what I call the "clown court AU"

Some info / thoughts below the cut!

While Homeworld under White is very sleek and sterile, I imagine Homeworld under Pink as somewhere very vibrant, bouncy, loud, sometimes to the point of being overwhelming

Organic life is taken from other worlds and placed upon the planet, but with no thought really given to the unique needs of different forms of organic life. Pinks healing powers keep flora fresh, but if you go outside the premises you may find many wilted if not decaying plants.

Admittedly it's a little hard to think of a story here that makes sense to Me without going against the themes of the actual show! I can imagine a situation where an overly indulgent life style is depicted as a negative thing, However I can see this being a slippery slope that leans into some harmful ways of thinking. Another idea I had was the theme of repression... But whereas White represses herself to be seen as perfect, I think Pink in this specific scenario would be repressed in a way where she forces herself (and other gems) to be happy happy happy all the time! Which also isn't healthy.

I wanted to give her a "nest" of Spinel in her hair, but I couldn't think of a way to draw it that would look good at this scale 😭

The carousel horses in her skirt are always moving. I also think of the base of a dress as a small theatre stage. Instead of moving her body, the base rotates when she needs to face someone.

I think of her a little like Drosselmeyer from Princess Tutu, whose main goal with his story was simply to see what new and exciting things would happen when he added random details to the writing.

Something about disregarding a child's need for privacy and the occasional peace and quiet ......

[ridiasfangirlings]

I need more of Yata being courted by various AnimalShimis (and learns a thing or two, who knew fish had rituals). Like before they are dating Yata meets Gooseshimi who will proceed to honk/ bite him before preening him; Beavershimi is playfuly wrestling his arm before trying to clean him (Yata no longer think beaver teeth are neat), French Angelfishimi keeps “following” him and if he comes back after a while is promptly ‘carouseled’, if Gatorshimi sees him he is met with bellowing and a water dance, Elephantshimi keeps pushing him away only to turn around and flap his ears, and so so many Birdshimis keep dancing, grooming and building nests around him. Whoever the animal expert on S4 is they are probably having the time of their lives lol.

I’m just imagining some random Animalshimi performing a mating ritual around a very confused Yata and meanwhile Munakata is sitting in a chair a few feet away with a notebook and binoculars like he’s on a safari. Imagine this is before Fushimi and Yata have even started dating too, like they’re still getting back to being friends again and Fushimi is quietly suffering with a crush he refuses to elaborate on. Then one day he gets turned into a bird by a Strain. Scepter 4 is busy trying to catch the Strain so they ask Yata to watch him in the meantime, Yata’s fine with helping out but he’s never seen this kind of bird before. Munakata helpfully informs him that the bird species is specifically a bowerbird, Yata’s all huh never heard of that. Half a day later and Yata calls S4 saying that Fushimi keeps acting weird, he’s stolen all this stuff from Yata’s apartment and made this huge fancy nest-thing in the middle of Yata’s living room and keeps posing in front of it every time Yata enters the room. Munakata considers that is just like ‘I see,’ pulling a notebook out of nowhere and making notes as Yata just stands there all exasperated. Meanwhile Birdshimi is just busily constructing his nest and casting hopeful glances in Yata’s direction.

Eventually Yata figures out that he’s being courted, or maybe someone tells him — like he’s all worried that Penguinshimi is sick because he keeps bringing Yata rocks for some reason. Doumyouji saw that movie so he’s like oh isn’t that what some penguins give to girl penguins they want to mate with, Yata’s all wait what. Yata’s like there’s no way that could be the case, which is when Munakata pops up with his helpful notebook filled with animal Fushimi observations and explains that it seems Fushimi-kun has been trying to take Yata as a mate for the last two months. Eventually Fushimi turns back to normal, clueless that his animal self gave all his secret true feelings away, and now Yata gets to be the one suffering because he likes Saruhiko too but doesn’t want to ruin their friendship but also what if the weird Blue King was right and all those animal behaviors were Fushimi trying to hook up with him. In the end it all works out and they’re both able to confess their feelings, but unfortunately for Yata he still has to deal with varying mating rituals every time Fushimi gets turned into an animal. On the one hand it’s kinda flattering but on the other hand he could do without Porcupine Fushimi and Hippo Fushimi.

[punk-in-docs]

(1) your teaser for the Lost Boys x Tainted Love is making me lose my mind!! and (2) the TAG THRALL??? Halloween can't come fast enough!!

It’s very gross and very fanged up. Poor birdie is like some poor baby bird lost out her nest and for some strange reason she keeps getting stood up on dates…. How odd ? Her cute date only went off the carousel for a second to fetch her a slushie and he… never came back.

It’s like she’s being stood up date after date in a row. It must be her.

It surely can’t be anything to do with this seriously hot, jangly-jewellery, black leather clad punk thats following her round town “coincidentally” running into her all the time…. Some very flirty weirdo who smells like engine exhaust, cologne and cotton candy….

This man who she starts getting strangely attracted too and only ever sees him out at night. And he’s ultra possessive and so flirty and so very territorial and keeps evading her questions and shows up like a feral cat, and really really loves kissing her neck and jaw a lot….

Nothing weird happening there. Right? ( can’t wait to share this with you all)

[peggyao3]

Mass Murdering Hips

PAIRING — Noid (Disco Elysium) x FMC

SUMMARY — Chased by electric disco lights, two bodies collide under the wooden ribs of the ancient pinewood church.

TAGS — she/her AFAB FMC, no use of y/n, soft/curvy FMC, third person POV, drug use, explicit sexual content, public sex, p in v, sex during a party, sex while high, fucking in a church, creampie, on off relationship, making up, porn with tiny grain of plot, angst with a happy ending

WORD COUNT — 2.7k

A/N — Posting this, knowing full well that most likely none of my followes give a crap about Disco Elysium, let alone about this random side character who stole my heart a little, but the game has been having a rave in my brain since December and something needed to come out. I wrote this in Dec too but never posted it🪩💙 I really saw this ancient church and the speedfreaks and their stupid anodic dance music and the whole incredible quest there and thought: "You know what this is missing? Fucking in the church during a rave while high as a kite!" 

Ao3 💕| Masterlist | Dividers by @/strangergraphics

Flashing lights strobe across the glittering fragments of Dolores Dei, making the lungs of her Innocence pulse with the colors of Disco Elysium.

The former Dolorian Church has been resurrected by hardcore, and more ravers than they ever could have dreamed of are dancing below the ribs of the wooden carcass. It's been like this nearly all summer. It must be something about the unique soundscape or the remodeled beat or both that fuses ancient wood and human flesh into one single organ of the world spirit, rendering them the closest they can get to a sound based and speed fueled community.

The writhing mass may not seek religious ecstasy but they find it in anodic dance music, feet stomping and hands groping in blasphemy under the glassy eyes of her Innocence. In their chase for rapture, people regularly pass out in the swallow that is nestled ominously at the center of the church, present in its non-presence.

Tonight, bodies collide under the frantic carousel of colored rays. The young woman dancing among them doesn't mind the scent of strangers' sweat, or the many hands that have pawed at her throughout the night, but she minds the hard frame that she bumps into now, mainly because she recognizes it.

The sharp lines of suspenders press into her back and the slender palm that glides around her middle belongs to Noid. Her head lolls back against the familiar shape of him, resting against the nest of suspenders among the young man's chest, just under his thick, golden pearl choker. Brown strands are frazzled but still contained in his teased, backcombed hairdo—so very hardcore, so freakishly pretty. Black within black pupils regard her upside down.

She should be pissed at him, but her hands glide up to Noid's cheeks, bodies still writhing in jerky rhythm, hardcore vibes synced with their skeletons. The young man's pupils grow impossibly wider and his chapped lips chase after her thumb. 

He's high. So fucking high on speed.

Seems like the sines were just right enough for him to indulge tonight, or whatever other excuse he could pull out of his arse to feel better about it.

Either way, she's fucking high too and also fucking wet. Each stroke of anodic music makes her channel clench tighter, panties soaked to the last thread of cotton. On second thought, that could be the speed too, or Andre's booze, or both.

"HARDCORE IN THE NAME OF LOVE!" Egg head yells and the young woman all but mewls, turning sloppily in Noid's hold, pressing her bosom up against him, and her hips, thrusting herself into his body to the strobing beat, or perhaps he is the one thrusting into her. His slender hands glide under her skirt, firmly grabbing her ass.

"You're burnin' hot," Noid's voice slurs over the vibrations of bassy loops.

She beams drunkenly, cornering him against the old wooden pillar that emerges from the sea of parting ravers.

"No, I mean literally… You're drippin' hot." His hand slips over the curve of her ass cheek, sweat damp like the rest of their bodies, this mindless summer night.

"Asshole!" She slaps her on-off-boyfriend-or-whatever (when the sines are right) on the chest, sending the ridiculous suspender contraption rattling. Two days ago she had sworn that she was done with him once and for all. Tonight she just wants to fuck him, needy for the rush of dopamine on top of dopamine.

"No, I mean you took too much," he insists with a distinct slur to his own Faubourg accent, hands squeezing and turning her so she's with her back to the pillar, caged between hard, ancient wood and a hard, youthful body. Sweat slips down between Noid's pectorals; pale, bony chest partially visible through his ripped, black longsleeve and the crisscrossing ribcage of suspenders.

"What?" She yells over the drumming waves. "I can't, hah, hear you!"

Noid squishes her face between his thumb and the other four fingers, slightly puckering her lips, regarding her stoically as if she's his personal puzzle to solve. In a way, she supposes she feels honored that the socially awkward speedfreak keeps coming back for her. He, the one who serves no master but the beat, and yet…

"We're the ones providing it," Noid insists. "It's not good for the market."

"Oh, fuck you! It's good for the marketing," she huffs through puckered lips, impatient and dripping because—by her fucking Innocence—he's got some audacity, acting concerned. "D'you wanna fuck me or not?" 

Noid's lip twitches in a faint upwards tic and sweat glistens on the sharp jut of his Adam's apple. "Yeah."

"Well good, so fucking do it then, okay?" The young woman lifts her left leg and slings it around her boyfriend-or-whatever's bony hip, arms circling his nape to pull him down and kiss the worry off his lips. The young man's pointy chin collides with hers and the fingertips on her jaw become harsher, pinning her in place.

His mouth is dry and tastes of alcohol and overthinking and unapologetic bad choices. Coming to Martinaise with Andre and the others must have been the worst choice she's ever made, or maybe the best.

Yeah, probably the best. 

Her pelvis bucks into Noid's hips as he tugs the dark baggy pants down past his pubic mound which is dusted with brunette stubble, shaved a few days or so ago. His sometimes-girlfriend pushes her panties to the side. She doesn't want to lose them to the boots of some raving asshole on the dirty hardwood floor.

Disco lights dance over Noid's cock, hard and ready to go and adorned with pretty veins like electric wires, pushing electrons back and forth. The thick pearls on his ear lobes clatter against each other as he looks down, guiding himself to her willing pussy—the kathode to his anode. Her hand grips at his suspenders, the other at the nape of his neck, fingers twisting into the damp waves that fall down to the top of his jutting spine.

With Noid and his pointy face, there's always a fine line between a dopehead gutter rat and something tall and regal, with his pasty face and high forehead, the pensive twist of his mouth and deep-set eyes.

The bass crests and her head rolls back against the pillar as the tip of Noid's cock sinks past her puffy lips, into the dripping heat of her cunt. She sucks him right in, no resistance coming from her slick channel, and her leg around his hip urges him deeper. His slender pelvis slots so perfectly into the cradle of hers, hip bones falling into the same spots that he's bruised over and over in the past few months—on the floor of their tent, right here against the pillar, and behind the church against the salt-slick, wooden epidermis of their temple to the hardcore.

Van Eyk's modified beats clap against their bodies like the saline waves against the shore, and the pale against the Insulindian Isola. The world imitates the disco, not the other way around. It all starts here, and her nervous system shivers in ecstasy at the drag of his cock, pumping with the same rhythm that thrusts every single body—and the entire world spirit— back and forth.

This is fucking addictive. A fucking carousel of speed, his cock and the disco lights.

Somewhere in the crowd, she's certain the hard-cop is wistfully watching the young meat twist themselves around each other; not just Noid and her, but Andre and Acele too and a dozen others, sticking their fingers under short skirts, rocking their girlfriends on their thighs or groping at their boyfriends' cocks.

"INTERNALLY COHERENT!" Egg head yowls at the turn tables, one pumping hand raised to the strobing lights, bursting like god-rays from the spotlights.

The young woman who takes Noid's cock to the hilt feels anything but internally coherent.

Noid's a carpenter and carpenters always know how to use their tools, for better or worse, and the one he wields at his pelvis rearranges her guts so good, she can all but mewl and slant her mouth against his lips, crying for God but finding her dopehead sometimes-boyfriend. His slender fingers squeeze around her thigh, squishing her soft meat as the other hand cradles the small of her back, locking her tight in a cage of ecstatic vibrations, sex and snarling beats.

Their pelvises clap into each other; essence drips down her inner thigh like honeyed speed and splashes against the hem of Noid's trousers. He may have said once that Dolores Dei has mass murdering lips, but his sometimes-girlfriend has some mass murdering hips, some carnage everything, honestly. Or maybe she just has that effect on him, a contract killer specifically for the Noid.

Her pussy and the scent of her neck have him silenced, even his thoughts, and who or what else can say that about themselves? 

A pair of dancers break loose from the crowd and someone stumbles into the couple by the pillar who are knocked off balance. The young woman yelps and claws at Noid's shoulders, tearing on the already ripped material. He catches her by the thighs and pulls her off to the side, half dragging half carrying her with his thick cock still sheathed in her dripping pussy. His loose pants have slid down to his knees.

She should say something witty and insult him, something like 'Don't kill yourself, trying to carry me,' but she'd trade paradise for whatever it is that has them coming back to each other over and over again.

Sweat slips down Noid's neck as he sets her down against another pillar and his pelvis resumes its fervent rhythm, drilling into her cunt and bruising her ass and thigh with the shredding blows of the anodic beats. The music comes muffled and she rolls her jaw to unclog her ears, but the sensation persists.

"We're in the swallow," she mewls, fingers curling around the thick pearls at Noid's slender neck, his pulse clamped against muscles and sinews.

"Wha'ever, swee'eart!" His accent swallows the already hard to hear vowels.

Yeah, whatever.

The head of his cock rubs into a squishy spot behind her pubic bone and she flings her head to the side in ecstasy, bearing her neck for his chapped lips and teeth to nip at skin and bones.

The beat snarls, lights fan out across the ravers and the glassy lungs of Dolores Dei herself seem to glow brighter as strobing rays are ricocheted back from her fragmented immortality. Her Innocence's apathetic gaze watches the ravers lose their minds.

"Nooiiid~" The girl cries, nails piercing through the holes of his shredded shirt and into his hard back.

"TOTALLY TRANSCENDENT!" Egg Head's voice bursts through the muffled roar of the bass, a faraway thunderstorm.

Yeah, you're right, Egg Head. This is totally transcendent. Completely transcendent, she thinks as her spine arches off the pillar and her pussy squeezes around her sometimes-boyfriend's cock, pulsing with the frazzled sound waves that bleed from another dimension, the future and the past. They'll always wind up here again, won't they?

"That's so— Oh, that's my swee'eart. Fucking. Paradise. M'gonna lose it, m'gonna~"

Noid's teeth scrape against her throat, pelvis rolling, shoving himself deep into her gushing, pulsing, electric heat. His thighs cramp up as he slams hard into her soft body and the ancient pillar at her back. He's gonna start believing in miracles, because the church roof hasn't come down on them yet like the brittle bones of a skeleton.

His head rolls back, baring his own throat to his darling speedfreak. The wooden pearls of his necklace choke him while her pussy chokes the life out of his cock. There's not a millimeter between their youthful bodies as he ruts into her, spilling himself in pulsing strokes that have his molecules flaming with disco lights. Her teeth find his throat, biting at the pointy jut of his Adam's apple and the sinews of his neck, strained like whip cords under pasty skin. So. Fucking. Primal.

The muffled track blares on and lights wash over them in a never-ending, circular chase—just like them, they're the fucking Ouroboros of the hardcore. Their minds are swept clean, bodies growing limp. Her leg slides off the sharp edge of Noid's hip and his chin comes to rest on the crown of her head.

Is the swallow expanding, or is this just the post orgasm stupor that makes her mind swim? The only clear tune is Noid's thunderous heartbeat where her cheek rests against the metal slaps of his tangled suspenders.

She's so happy, her lungs bubble with a dichotomy of laughter and tears, her head stuffed with cotton. Of course, this is why people pass out in the swallow all the time. They stumble here to fuck and when the adrenaline rush eases off, they fucking fall unconscious. She doesn't want to go unconscious just yet though, not when they've just made up.

The fabric of her panties chafes against Noid's oversensitive cock on the way out and he breathes hard while tugging his slacks back over his hip bones.

"Let's go," he urges, paranoia in his eyes as his fingers lace with hers. She puts up no resistance. Cum still dribbles down her right inner thigh and smears against the left one as she follows her maybe-boyfriend's tall, slender form, away from Dolores Dei's false image of grandeur, basked in the carousel of circling laser lights.

Her Noid hates crowds, she knows and smiles.

The salty sea air outside sends a benevolent shiver over the two ravers, sobering them just enough to make their way around the wooden carcass whose stained glass windows flash green and blue with neon light. The dusty seaside makes for the next best seat, though the ragged ground scrapes at her tender cheeks, skirt not long enough to protect them as she sits. She looks at Noid, starlight on his face, Disco at his back.

"Now tell me, why are you so bloody high, Noid?" She smushes his gaunt cheeks between her palms, pearls  on his ears clacking against her knuckles. The young man's brilliant mind has been silenced by speed. At least she thinks he's brilliant in the borderline paranoia that he wears like a current under his flesh. "Aren't you too smart for that?"

"All large human gatherings are narcotic, I told you. It's a necessity."

That sounds more like him.

"Yeah, but you don't even like human gatherings." She slings her leg over his lap and climbs over him, bruising her knees on the rocky ground instead of her arse. His hands cradle her Noid murdering hips against his spent, clothed cock.

"I just needed the courage," he confesses with a wry grin that quickly settles back into a tense line, targeting her with the ever worried look that's just built into his face and the arc of his brows. "There's no fault in that."

"I never said there was." Her fingers pet idly at the curls in his nape. "What'd you need courage for?"

"To get ya back, of course. You said you were done with me, and that's not a feasible condition."

For a man who analyzes to the point of overanalyzing, who exercises caution like religion, he is surprisingly incautious for getting their feelings hurt over and over by each other.

"Yeah, but I always say that," she giggles incredulously. "You say it sometimes."

"But I don't mean it." His pupils are still comically large from the amphetamine, sweaty, brunette strands sticking to his pasty temples, even as the night breeze tousles his teased hair. "You shouldn't listen to what people say, you should listen to what they are."

"And what are you? What are we?" Her thumbs caress the sharpest points of his cheeks.

"We're just a tickle on the world spirit's spinal cord." Noid smiles enigmatically as one hand glides up her vertebrae, guiding her breasts and tummy into an arc against his chest.

The familiar drawl of his wording sends an addictive flutter of birds into her heart that hardly matches the thrill of speed and anodic dance music. It's almost soft to the core in a way that neither of them are willing to admit.

A/N — If you enjoyed this fic, a little comment would mean more to me than the Insulindian miracle! 🤭❤️🪩

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

1. Doing this for a living is consigning yourself to building your home in a labyrinth.

Not the hedgerow mazes in French gardens where getting lost is the fun of it, or even a stone nest tassled with red string, but I mean the ones mosaiced into church floors The monks would walk along the meandering lines on their knees, praying themselves bloody as they slowly crept towards the center of it all.

2. You have to find this single point: A mote of dust A spark of light An atom of hydrogen A grain of pollen A nick of time An origin of the universe

(It's different for everybody.)

3. The rovers we send up into space in our stead have to orbit their celestial bodies before they can land without crashing into a thousand pieces. The International Space Station travels at about 5 miles per second.

4. revolution /rĕv″ə-loo͞′shən/, noun.

-Orbital motion about a point, especially as distinguished from axial rotation.

-A turning or rotational motion about an axis.

-A single complete cycle of such orbital or axial motion.

-The overthrow of one government and its replacement with another.

-A sudden or momentous change in a situation.

-A time of major crustal deformation, when folds and faults are formed.

-The act of revolving or turning completely round, so as to bring every point of the turning body back to its first position; a complete rotation through 360°. Where the distinction is of importance, this is called a rotation.

-The act of moving completely around a circular or oval course, independently of any rotation.

-A merry-go-round. (See carousel, carrousel.)

-A dance. (See waltz.)

5. If you're lucky at the end of it you'll get somewhere close enough to the center to make out the words

6. And have written them down.

[haunted-carousel-productions]

Teavent Day 12

[Transcript]

Day  12

This episode pairs well with Honeybush Rooibos

Rooibos the orange cat is napping in the music room when the man who gives her treats enters the room. He begins to make the  piece of furniture on which she was sleeping make noise, and while the noise itself is not unpleasant, the vibrations from the noise disturb her nap, so she jumps down and wanders down the hallway to the room with all the books.

The room with all the books is her favorite room in the school. She is fairly certain that it is the two humans’ favorite room, too, because they both seem to spend a lot of time in there, looking at the books quietly, and welcoming her when she curls up on their laps. She likes the room because it has the best places to nap. The chairs are the most comfortable, but Rooibos is also not opposed to napping on the table, or climbing to the very top of the bookshelves where she can nap completely undisturbed if neither human is there to see her climb up. When she climbs the shelves in their presence, they do tend to stop her.

Today in the room with all the books, the woman who talks to herself has clearly arranged some papers and books on one of the library tables into a bed for Rooibos. Thankful to live with such considerate humans, Rooibos makes herself at home in this little nest.

[askthechronoverse]

Doki Diamond Fun Land, The Park Outside Time

Doki Diamond Fun Land will always seem familiar to a visitor like it was buried in your subconscious memories from your childhood. It's part of the park's appeal.

They still have the four mascots seen in the episode "Unfairgrounds":

The mascots are:

Captain Mapleana the gopher

First Mate Chocochatka the shark

Toffonga the crab

Gummathea the frog

Sandwich the seagull

The most popular ride in the park is the Sugar Crash, a roller coaster that is advertised as life changing. Some even make the argument that the park was built around the roller coaster and the long lines that come from such a popular ride. Of course, roller coasters aren't for everyone. So there are other rides that you can go on if you are less than daring.

There's:

Gummathea's Midnight Flyers: a flying trapeze type ride that has cars that look like biplanes ships.

Chocochatka's Wild Ride: your basic bumper car ride

The Undersea Carousel: a carousel that is themed after accounts of creatures found in the Commuovere Sea, such as sea dragons and hippocampus.

The Crow's Nest: a Ferris wheel that is said to be the largest in the kingdom. It's said that you can see the entire kingdom from the top of the wheel.

But none of these are as thrilling as the Sugar Crash. It's said that riders need to sign an NDA to not spoil what the true nature of the coaster is. Most of these rumors are completely unfounded. All that's known for sure is that RJ has tried to steer people away from it. He always says something about feeling it needs to be studied because of its timeline altering properties, but no one seems to believe him.

[softenedsunbeams]

oh an unrelated note. when i saw "eggs in a nest" on the egg post i googled it bc it sounded like somthing i knew with a different name and got some runny results on the little image carousel they show

its the bread and eggs one

[practically-an-x-man]

10 facts about Jasper and Quinn please!

Oooh thank you! (under the cut for space)

Jasper:

Is Cajun, but trained themself out of the accent because they were told it was "unprofessional" for nursing

Played clarinet in high school, but quit after only a couple years

Keeps a log of particularly strange or interesting emotions they run into, in the hopes that they'll be able to categorize them eventually

Originally got their signature buzzcut when they over-bleached their hair and it started to break in places

When they were ten, they caught a wild turtle and tried to keep it as a pet

...And did the same with a nest of baby squirrels the year after

Infected insect bites are the only thing that make them flinch/cringe, medical-wise.

Has legitimately wrestled a gator (they were a teenager, it went after their family dog and they tackled it to save the dog)

Chose their first name just off of what sounded good, but chose their middle name as an homage to Florence Nightingale

Very briefly did tumbling when they were a kid, and can still hold a handstand for a solid five seconds when they're lucky

Quinn:

Realized she was trans after going to a drag show in uni

Has a tattoo of the House on the Rock carousel from American Gods (their favorite book)

Is a mild pyromaniac, and keeps a collection of old photos to burn when she's in a bad mood - if she doesn't have the photos, she'll burn pages out of a magazine instead

Naturally has a Cockney/East London accent, but taught herself how to do an American accent as a way to throw people off her trail

As a child, had a pet bearded dragon

Speaks a bit of Punjabi - one of her nurses used to teach her words and phrases as a distraction while she was undergoing unpleasant medical treatments

Can do a perfect French braid on somebody else, but couldn't manage it on herself even when she had long hair

Once watched a cop faceplant straight into the side of a building while chasing her down (Quinn climbed up the wall using a rain gutter and a windowsill... the cop did not)

All of her facial/body piercings were done professionally, but did all of her ear piercings herself

Has two tattoos loosely inspired by Billy - a pair of wolves on the back of her right calf (symbolizing him welcoming her into the "wold pack") and a small seven-spotted ladybug on one of her forearms (symbolizing her "taking his bad luck" when they fell so he'd walk away safe)

[nastyawinxs]

he touches me i feel nothing and anything at the same time an alive soul tied up on a dead body there is no answer for him inside me a little bird without a nest to return to

i'm incapable to rest in his arms his hug is a warm space but i miss the comfort of the cold of the city on winter every kiss tastes like dawn coffee, unmotivating and predictable, like reading the same old book for the thirtieth time I'm stuck in an amusement park where I've already been through all the rides What's left to do? I was left to rot on the carousel condemned to be part of the gray of the city I let my lights go out so your candle had some purpose i let you replace my cinnamon for citronella and now I kneel every night to pray for a god I don't believe in

[cogito-dreams]

Yippee I love the love limbus ocs have been getting so far and I've been working on two of my own :3!! If you got any please share I'm absorbing all ocs

YEAHHH i love seeing all the limbus ocs!!! i really love the proj moon and especially limbus company worldbuilding bc theres just so much space to put your characters... so many nests, etc and like. all the mirror worlds/identities makes it really easy to have other versions of your ocs too if you have other aus with them!! its really great and i love seeing how creative people get with it

and EYES EYES EYES YES. I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IF U WOULD BE WILLING TO SHARE UR TWO!!

also this got really long so im putting it under a readmore LOL

i have a bunch at this point!! mainly because i have lots of other ocs and some of them are just really good for porting over to limbus LOL

i really need to draw them all someday but the most fleshed out ones for rn are probably... augh theres so many. shogo, helsing, jekyll, gray, arronax, caulfield,

caulfield is a little more fleshed out w reference to his novel (which is catcher in the rye)! hes not super great at fighting but his weapon is an ax called. ax (i swear thats related to the book) and his base ego is Carousel. long story short hes Full Of Depression.

he used to be a mechanic in a wing somewhere, but left after (insert backstory spoilers here) and was just kind of wandering around for a while before the bus picked him up and that was that!

(i havent drawn any yet so the picrew used can be found here! https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1014150)

meanwhile shogo has a much more fleshed out backstory! his novel is battle royale and hes from the backstreets. looks like this

he tries his best to appear violent and intimidating (and he often is regularly violent or at least pretty quick-tempered) but hes kind of a softie deeper down and is particularly anti-fixer, considering most of them to be assholes who abuse their power and just make everything worse... even though hes pretty much acting like an independent fixer himself by trying to take matters into his own hands. hes also the only one ive drawn but it was for the roseate desire ego he would get so ill skip putting it here for now LMAO

also shogos other egos are fun bc he also exists in my lob corp run (named clay there but since hes limbus here he gets referred to by his callsign LOL) and i based an original abnormality off of him so he gets to have that as one of his egos as well. which ill also design and draw someday

ANYWAY ty for the ask!! i absolutely love love love hearing about limbus ocs and this is an open invitation for absolutely anyone to interact or add their ocs to this etc etc bc i love hearing about all of them

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i bet tumblr in my ocverse would be funny. i think it would be called stumblr or something

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no lunch pic today... i forgot to eat lol

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Yanny if you don't feed yourself in the next fifteen minutes so help me god

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Streaming Pixie and the Crying Caves tonight at 8 pm cst + special guest appearance! 👀

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as always, I will be there.

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Reminder that ban evasion is against Stitch TOS.

#adam if you pull any nonsense like last stream's i'm driving to your house and breaking your pc <3

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more serious post but yes the stuff I do is in good fun. I'm vivi's brother and if she wanted me to stop she'd just tell me to. I donate money every time I ban evade and it's good publicity

#anyways tonights stream will be Fun #i know the guest irl too and weve got a very funny plan

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ok which series should I rewatch this Halloween?

⬜⬜Carousel of Intestines 3.5%⬜

🟦🟦Undead Minotaurs (new) 24%

⬜⬜Undead Minotaurs (old) 5.5%

🟦🟦Zombie Aliens Invade 36%⬜

🟦🟦Can you watch something normal for once 31%

200 votes

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31% of you are HATERS

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anyone know how to get rid of flies? a bunch keep dieing in my windowsill and its starting to get gross

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Do you have anything that could be attracting them to your room? Like leaving drinks out?

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no, i'm not sure how they keep geting in. my window is always closed and locked and i never eat in my room

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Maybe get someone to check your walls for a nest. Most pest control services will do that for cheap.

#i've got a friend downtown who'll do it for free actually #call me later and we can talk about it

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He's cursed by god he died once he's tormented by voices he doesn't know who he is anymore he's sure he's being followed by something horrible from his past. I didn't say your name but he popped into your head didn't he

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me?

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NO??? ARE YOU OKAY???

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wgere am i

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[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Dear diary,

I recently watched Crush, 1994 movie and yes the main girl is totally obsessive in the psychotic way regardless I have to wonder, has the whole older guy and younger girl existed since the dawn of time?~

It's a cliche in it's own as common enough fantasy to find novels written on the subject and yet still controversial with many variations of opinions on the subject.~

The guy is totally handsome tho...~

I liked the whole carousel sure it's kinda random but totally charming in vintage aesthetic way~

It would be cool to have functional carousel especially if you could pick the music that played and the colors for the different parts...~

Architecture related, the house was gorgeous and if you pay attention you can tell the girl has a type she's obsessively attracted too, blond, older, glasses and seemingly kind hearted or maybe laid back is a better word?~

Like they are different from the rest of society standing out in their casual charming demeanor?~

On to other topics, weight and diet is a struggle of course naturally I have times where I find it difficult and sometimes it's only for a couple of days other times the duration is longer but I can manage to pull myself together and get back on track..~

It's just you know I wish it wasn't so hard, I wish I could just effortless be skinny and pretty..~

I want to be like the girls in the movies that seem so carefree and can eat whatever they want with no seemingly physical consequences..~

I've been pinning, yearning and daydreaming over saving up for some truly gorgeous mini dresses and gowns but I started to think maybe I should just put that off and go for soft comfortable sweatshirts because they are more easy to wear daily and I can hide away in them when I'm feeling unattractive..~

I've been considering fasting as it's supposed to show results in a relative quick time period but I'm hesitant if I can resist food for that long..~

If my mindset was in a better place rn then I'd feel more confident but lately I seem to have lapse of will power when it comes to certain foods which is annoying but not shocking..~

I should find a bookstore that has comfy chairs so I can just hangout and read sections of books I'm interested in potentially purchase..... Oh wait that's called a library expect you'd get them loaned out instead of purchasing them for private collection...~

I could go to the library the problem is it's so open space floor layout that there's no quiet little nooks to nest in for reading where as bookstores have such places sometimes if you are lucky and old book smell which libraries don't let their books gather dust so you get fresh ink print smell if anything..~

I find myself strangely longing for spring although I know I shall not look forward the effect of bright sunlight upon my skin nor mosquitoes..~

[jcmarchi]

What ELSE is on your CSS wishlist?

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What ELSE is on your CSS wishlist?

What else do we want or need CSS to do? It’s like being out late at night someplace you shouldn’t be and a stranger in a trenchcoat walks up and whispers in your ear.

“Psst. You wanna buy some async @imports? I’ve got the specificity you want.”

You know you shouldn’t entertain the idea but you do it anyway. All your friends doing Cascade Layers. What are you, a square?

I keep thinking of how amazing it is to write CSS today. There was an email exchange just this morning where I was discussing a bunch of ideas for a persistent set of controls in the UI that would have sounded bonkers even one year ago if it wasn’t for new features, like anchor positioning, scroll timelines, auto-height transitions, and popovers. We’re still in the early days of all these things — among many, many more — and have yet to see all the awesome possibilities come to fruition. Exciting times!

Chris kept a CSS wishlist, going back as far as 2013 and following up on it in 2019. We all have things we’d like to see CSS do and we always will no matter how many sparkly new features we get. Let’s revisit the ones from 2013:

✅ “I’d like to be able to select an element based on if it contains another particular selector.” Hello, :has()!

❌ “I’d like to be able to select an element based on the content it contains.”

❌ “I’d like multiple pseudo-elements.”

✅ “I’d like to be able to animate/transition something to height: auto;” Yep, we got that!

🟠 “I’d like things from Sass, like @extend, @mixin, and nesting.” We got the nesting part down with some progress on mixins.

❌ “I’d like ::nth-letter, ::nth-word, etc.”

✅ “I’d like all the major browsers to auto-update.” This one was already fulfilled.

So, about a score of 3.5 out of 7. It could very well be that some of these things fell out of favor at some point (haven’t heard any crying for a new pseudo-element since the first wishlist). Chris re-articulated the list this way:

Parent queries. As in, selecting an element any-which-way, then selecting the parent of that element. We have some proof it’s possible with :focus-within.

Container queries. Select a particular element when the element itself is under certain conditions.

Standardized styling of form elements.

Has/Contains Selectors.

Transitions to auto dimensions.

Fixed up handling of viewport units.

And we’ve got the vast majority of those under wraps! We have ways to query parents and containers. We’re exploring stylable selects and field-sizing. We know about :has() and we’re still going gaga over transitions to intrinsic sizes. We’ve openly opined whether there’s too much CSS (there isn’t).

But what else is on your CSS wishlist? Ironically enough, Adam Argyle went through this exercise just this morning and I love the way he’s broken things down into a user-facing wishlist and a developer-facing wishlist. I mean, geez, a CSS carousel? Yes, please! I love his list and all lists like it.

We’ll round things up and put a list together — so let us know!