#Resin Art Deer Head

[decorhomeau]

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[kilmori]

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[just6f]

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[shifuaang]

15 for the fic ask meme

Thank you for the ask! Are you ready for a LIST?!

15 - something you learned this year - I did a lot of research for my fics this year, and I am honestly so excited to share some of the cultural references I pulled from and what I learned.

Dolma (what I named Aang's mother) means "mother of liberation" or "goddess of liberation" from Tibetan སྒྲོལ (sgrol) meaning "liberate, free, release" and མ (ma) meaning "mother, goddess" (metaphorically referring to enlightenment).

Amma is the Tibetan word for mother and is used in various other languages and cultures to describe either a mother or mother goddess.

Seven is the number of ascent in Buddhism, and Poy Sang Long, a rite of passage among the Shan people of Southeast Asia, occurs between the ages of seven and fourteen. I decided then that seven was the age that air nomad children were matched with their flying bison companions.

Aang's tattooing ceremony in Amma was largely inspired by Yantra tattoos or Sak Yant tattoos, which are traditionally engraved into the skin with a bamboo 'needle' or metal rod sharpened to a point. Yantra tattoos are believed to bestow mystical powers, protection, or good luck. In Southeast Asian culture, the head is considered the most sacred and holiest part of the body.

Hanshi, the title that I gave Suki in Baobao, is a ranking in Japanese martial arts. Hanshi translates literally as “exemplary teacher.” Many English speaking martial artists will use the term “professor” interchangeably with hanshi.

Camellia oil or Tsubaki oil in Japan has been known for thousands of years as a cooking oil. But in Oshima Island of Japan, the women who harvest the oil were known to have very long beautiful hair and radiant skin–and it was found out that it was because they used the oil harvested from the nuts on their hair and skin. Suki mentions Ty Lee smelling of camellia in Baobao.

An extensive chunk of my research was done on Mongolian weddings, food, and music for Sokka and Qacha's wedding in Baobao. I could honestly sit here and talk about all of the interesting things that I read all day, but here are some of the highlights: Shimiin arkhi or milk vodka is the Mongolian traditional alcoholic beverage. It’s distilled with fermented tarag (cow milk yogurt). At Mongolian weddings, there is feasting, dancing, music and the singing of traditional songs. White food, baked goods and roasted mutton are served and large amounts of airag (fermented mare's milk) are gulped down. The morin khuur (horse-head violin, in my fic I changed it to horseyak-head) is a typical Mongolian two-stringed instrument. The body and the neck are carved from wood. The end of the neck has the form of a horse-head and the sound is similar to that of a violin or a cello. The strings are made of dried deer or mountain sheep sinews. It is played with a bow made of willow, stringed with horsetail hair and coated with larch or cedar wood resin. I recommend this video which also inspired many details and visuals of the wedding scene.

Also in Baobao, the Kyoshi Warriors use a jinkai horn to signal each other, particularly during monsoon season when it is difficult to see through the rain. In war, a shell, called jinkai, or "war shell", was one of several signal devices used by Japanese feudal warriors known as samurai. A large conch would be used and fitted with a bronze (or wooden) mouthpiece. It would be held in an openwork basket and blown with a different combination of notes to signal troops to attack, withdraw, or change strategies.

Baobao itself is a Chinese term of endearment meaning ‘baby’, commonly used between two lovers.

Ty Lee and Suki kiss under a maple tree at the end of Baobao. Japanese maple trees represent balance and practicality and are called "kito" in the Japanese language, which means "calm," "rest" or "at peace."

[masolight]

Some packing details of the resin material deer antler wall lamp to share. There are two size of this model, check from the picture.

The vintage resin animal antler wall mount light fixture is vivid deer head art design, made of resin material, with hanging crystal cover. E27/E26 lighting source, replaceable LED bulb socket, long lifespan usage. The light fixture is suitable for indoor lighting place such as bar, restaurant, dinning room,etc.

[shamandrummer]

The Huichol Mask

An excerpt from my soon-to-be released memoir, Riding Spirit Horse: A Journey into Shamanism.

I made my first pilgrimage to the Maya pyramids and ceremonial centers of Mexico in March of 1995. It was an empowering, transformational journey of self-discovery--the culmination of a lifelong dream to explore the pyramidal temples found at Chichen Itza, Uxmal, Palenque and Tulum. I spent about a week in Playa del Carmen, a coastal resort town along the Yucatan Peninsula’s Riviera Maya strip of Caribbean shoreline. The Riviera Maya is known for its palm-lined beaches and one of the largest coral reefs in the world. The beaches of Playa del Carmen are famous for their white powdery sand and crystal clear turquoise waters.

One afternoon, I went shopping for some gifts and souvenirs to take back home with me. While walking along Quinta Avenida (5th Avenue), a pedestrian-only walkway through downtown Playa del Carmen, I discovered a colorfully dressed street vendor selling his beadwork. He was a Huichol indigenous artist from Guadalajara. The Huichol, or peyote people, are known for their yarn paintings and papier-mâché masks covered in small, brightly colored beads. Yarn paintings consist of commercial yarn pressed into boards coated with wax and resin and are derived from a ceremonial tablet called a neirika.

The beaded art is a relatively new innovation and is crafted using glass, plastic or metal beads pressed onto a wooden or papier-mache form covered in beeswax. Common bead art forms include masks, bowls and figurines. Like all Huichol art, the bead work depicts the prominent patterns and symbols featured in Huichol shamanic traditions. The most common motifs are related to the three most important elements in Huichol religion, the deer, corn and peyote. The first two are important as primary sources of food, and the last is valued for its psychoactive properties. Eating the peyote cactus is at the heart of the tribe’s spiritual knowledge and core to their existence, connecting them to their ancestors and guardian spirits through psychedelic visions.

Huichol masks are akin to mirrors that reflect the patterns of face paintings worn during sacred ceremonies. The Huichol people understand themselves to be mirrors of the gods. The Huichol believe that you must look past the ego reflected in a mirror in order to enter the place they call the “original times,” before the present separation occurred between matter and spirit, between life and death, between the natural and the supernatural, and between the sexes. They are a culture based on being at one with the Cosmos. The very purpose of life is to reach a state of unity and continuity between man, nature, society and the supernatural.

The shaman-artist had some small beaded masks displayed on his table. I asked him if he had any larger masks. He pulled a bundle out from under the table and unwrapped a beautiful life-size human mask. The intricate design featured a radiant sun on the forehead, a stalk of blue corn on each side of the head, a double-headed peyote eagle on each cheek, a prayer arrow on the ridge of the nose, and a deer on the chin. I asked him how much? He said 300 pesos, or about 50 dollars. We settled on the price, but the artisan needed to finish the beadwork. He asked if I could come back later in the day. I agreed to return later that evening to buy the mask and continued shopping other vendors.

With great anticipation, I returned in the evening to purchase the finished mask. As I carried the mask back to my hotel, it felt warmer and warmer until it was hot in my hands. When I got back to my room, I noticed a tepo or sacred drum (which is the voice of the gods for the Huichol) in the mouth of the mask. The symbolism was a metaphor for a “talking drum,” the name I chose for my entrepreneurial publishing company. This meaningful synchronicity convinced me that the mask was meant for me. I later discovered that wearing the mask during meditation induces a blissful state of unity consciousness with the deities that the mask both represents and embodies. It’s a way of communing with the essence of these deities, channeling them to deepen shamanic trance, to honor them and more.

[stolen-ass-name]

Babe, wake up, new Beanstory Lore dropped

Pictured: Prosta (she/they/he) the God of Expressionism at their remasking ceremony, in their old mask (Munch's The Scream) and a dress based off Marc Franz's Deer in Forrest. They are brandishing their new mask, The Kiss by Gustav Klimt.

In the right corner there's a small graph displaying the neck brace used to secure the large canvases on the head, the visible face of the God replaced with the word "Disrespecc", hinting at the disrespectful nature of trying to see under a God's face covering.

Paintings Referenced:

The Art Gods' Rules of Dressing one's face

The Gods of the Arts customarily wear representative art pieces as their masks, either as a canvas (tied on the back of the head or secured with a decorative pin) or as a framed canvas over the face (supported by a brace around the neck and a bit of magic)

Framed Canvases: A God can use either Magic or a Brace to hold up the painting in front of their face.

A brace is usually a sort of work outfit, reserved for informal occasions, since doing work prevents a God from focusing on holding up the painting with magic.

Magic is required for formal events, since you're supposed to focus on your presentation and your behavior, preventing yourself from thinking of other affairs. (Because of it being a requirement, it's usually seen as childish for a God to wear a brace during a formal event)

Canvases: Usually a fabric mask was seen as a sign of being less proper, it was a lot less formal bc of the act of tying the fabric, that would crease the canvas, chip the paint or require the painting to be displayed specifically in the center of the mask to prevent it from getting damaged by the knots (making the accessory less presentable as a result)

You may be wondering how simple Canvas masks became customary again, seeing as many mature Gods still opt for them instead of the Framed ones. It all began when a young godling with a keenness for resin gifted multiple art gods with decorative pins for their hair and masks. The bright colors and the transparency of the material caught many Gods' attention, as it reminded them of the Glasswork God's creations. After that, many Gods decided to wear the pinned masks out and about, to show support for their protegee, and they slowly became a must-have, leading to simple Canvas masks also being more acceptable in formal events.

Impact: Gods are, of course, not devoid of disabilities including things akin to human ADHD and others that prevent multitasking and/or concentration. Lessening the pressure to use magic to appear more mature from Gods with such problems through the normalisation of a simple but helpful accessory helped massively in alleviating social stigma.

[awkwardplant]

Sci-fi/Misc Short Story: Diorama

Weary travellers entered a building to escape from the zombies that had been chasing them. Night-time drew closer and only a little bit of sunlight filtered through the large dusty windows at either side of the room. Despite the dust, everything here looked pristine, unsurprising as it didn't seem the materials here were much use to survivalists.

"Is that an easel?" Johnny the Veterinarian wandered over to the contraption, lifting away a greyed cloth covering it, revealing a canvas with a few marks of brown oil pastels.

A younger member of the team who refered to himself as the Tailor (everyone else called him Ed, or the Cosplay Guy, or That Teenager) dove into some drawers and boxes. "Please tell me there's a non electrical sewing machine, or fabrics, ooh I'll even take sequins at this point! Anything I don't have to make from scratch."

"Don't think this type of place will have those kinda things, Ed. Looks like a kindergarten's arts and crafts room." said Johnny. "Might have glitter though."

Paul the Farmer rolled his eyes at his group. "No point lookin round 'ere, let's settle down, find somethin soft, and kip for the night." He shrugged off his backpack which carried the all the bare essentials it could hold, and popped his spine with a groan. "Food chain these days is all outta whack I tell ye."

At the entrance, Melissa the Engineer boarded up the door with some convenient planks of wood, nails, and a hammer she carried everywhere. "Oughta keep them out. Phew. Bit cold in here isn't it?"

Melissa's daughter, Isla the six year old, stood in the middle of the art studio, eyes filled with wonder at all the creations. Clay sculptures of graceful torsos, pencil drawings of still lifes that looked more or less exactly like the sketches, completed oil paintings of landscapes hung on the wall next to colorful, abstract ones.

Isla spied a light still on behind a door to another room left slightly ajar. "I see a light, do you think someone lives here?"

All the adults tensed and raised their weapons, eyes peering in the direction Isla curiously tiptoed towards. Paul hissed at her to slow down, firmly grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back behind him as he stared ahead. The air was silent aside from the floorboard's weak groans that sounded like a sigh of relief at the return of humans gracing its surface.

Johnny tapped lightly on the door which opened without any creaks or spooky noises, and revealed a warm orange glow of a desk lamp. The desk was cluttered with tiny objects you would expect to see at much bigger sizes such as doors and furniture. Several drawers of multiple sizes surrounded and sat on the desk filled to the brim with paints, glue, craft knives and other materials. A single mug rested on a green cutting board with some stale coffee inside.

Isla squeaked in delight as she darted across the room. "Mommy! There's dollhouses here!"

Melissa strode towards her daughter, blinking in surprise when seeing there was in fact what appeared to be multiple dollhouses meticulously displayed in glass cases on many shelves.

"Some strange looking dollhouses," Ed said. "Why would a kid want to play with a dollhouse that looks like a swamp?" He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at the minature shack on stilts that sat atop fake greenery and resin water.

Paul chuckled. "And this ane's even got tiny critters from my farm! Now tell me that isnae just the spittin image of my wee goat." He tapped the glass of a mini farm with toy animals placed in the field.

"I think, uh..." Johnny clicked his fingers, brow furrowing. "I swear I remember... Ah well, I don't know the proper name of them but I've seen train sets that have these kind of things, do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah!" Melissa chirped. "This is how they used to make movie sets isn't it? Because back then they didn't have CGI to make places they couldn't afford to go to when filming."

"And humanity has reverted back to that time period." sighed Ed, who greatly missed his Friday night Star Wars rewatches with his friends. "Maybe even further back than that. Losing the internet was like losing the Library of Alexandria."

All of them wandered around the shelves to look at all the miniature sets. Mountains formed purely by plastic foam, a landscape of a picnic inside an open altoid tin, a greenhouse cluttered with plants no bigger than a pinkie finger. Some miniatures sat on the floor, the ones that were massive compared to the other sets yet still very tiny versions of medieval castles and gothic architecture.

Melissa stopped in front of a small library room that had holes in the ceiling with trees growing beneath them, books and furniture meticulously littered everywhere. Flashbacks to her days studying in her hometown's library filled her mind.

"This is what they thought the apocalypse would look like." she said, with tears welling up in her eyes. "They thought- they- they made art of stuff like this because they imagined it would look beautiful. How could they romanticise such disaster?"

Johnny walked up next to her, crouching down to see inside the library. "Hauntingly beautiful, maybe. I do remember certain types of people were fascinated with the idea of nature reclaiming the lands that humans built on."

"And that idea was dumb," said Paul. "Because now the deer are overpopulated and they destroyed the forests, and who knows what other animals are causing chaos without conservationists."

"There are pros and cons to everything that happens." Johnny replied. "But yes, it doesn't help that the handful of humans that are left don't know how to handle this... resurgence of nature."

Isla looked around, peering back through the door to the main room of the art studio. "This library dollhouse looks just like real life doesn't it? It's like we're little dolls too."

Melissa smiled sadly, stroking her daughter's hair. "It does put things in perspective." She hoped things would settle down enough for her to be able to teach Isla things she had learned in school at her age.

"The Earth is the size of a pinprick compared to the sun and we're all just ants in the grand scheme of things." Ed said, and one could guess he was trying to imagine how small he was compared to the Starkiller base.

Paul snorted. "But bigger than regular old ants and smart enough to put together nicknacks that make ladies cry." He nudged Melissa teasingly.

Eventually, the group finally realized that the lamp was connected to a solar powered generator with a back up of energy reserved and they attempted to recharge their walkie talkies. After a few near-electrocutions, they finally connected to a radio station broadcasting a rather laid back distress signal.

"This is DJ Smooth calling out to anyone, God, just anyone out there, from the abandoned military base in Alconbury. Been out here for uh, 3 months now, there's not been any zombie sightings for a while and I have been sooo bored. Come find me and we can hang out, maybe fight over my remaining supplies so I can remember how to feel something that isn't dissociation. Stay tuned after this music break for the co-ordinates to my location, and my heart. See ya soon cuties. Over."

Later that night everyone created some makeshift beds out of the cloths that had covered some artworks and easels, which Ed would repurpose at some point during their travels to make some new socks. They all lay on their backs in the dark, close to each other to conserve warmth. If there were any zombies outside they didn't hear them, only the rush of wind and rain pattering on the windows.

"Mommy," Isla whispered. "I liked the song that the man on the radio played."

"Yeah sweetie, I liked it too. It was... something from the 90's? I think? Probably not age appropriate but you didn't understand it so it's fine, I guess. Something funny to look back on one day."

Isla rolled over onto her stomach to look at her mom. "When we go back to Paul's farm I want to play the guitar we found."

"We can't go... Tell you what Isla, we'll go see the music man from the radio, and he'll help us cure the zombies, and then we can get everyone an instrument and all make music together."

"Yes! That's a good idea!"

"And we can do plays in theatres and make movies again." Ed added shyly.

"Movies that don't involve zombies and will make us forget this shitshow ever happened." Johnny sighed, unable to close his eyes and dreading the nightmares.

Paul growled and hushed the others, but then he said "Doesnae matter if zombies are out for us and we've got no artsy stuff, we can still sing."

They all sang Country Roads quietly (Isla could only sing the chorus yet sang with such sincerity), with gentle echoes of their melody bouncing off the walls of the art studio until they fell asleep.

The next day they left to find the military base and made up new songs along the way, with renewed and desperate hope that they might find a cure for the zombies someday soon.

The end.

[joonclouds]

A space situation

You sigh heavily and shut your eyes. The man was so intelligent, but days like this you wonder if sometimes his brain took unpaid leave.

“My house is literally a third the size of your closet.”

If this wasn’t your house you might have found it a little bit funny. But it is your house.

- 

Joon is your very rich very endearing sugar daddy but also very clumsy and sometimes rash in buying you whatever what he sees fit but it’s not very practical all the time. 

Namjoon x Reader

Genre: It’s a fluff party guys

Word Count: 3k

Note: Quarantine can be inspiring lol

- 

You don’t know you’re smiling, but it’s there. A tiny little smile lingering on your face as you watch the man in your kitchen from your crummy two-seater couch that barely fits into your living room.

It’s not a sight you’ll ever get used to seeing, you think, Namjoon with his designer suits and perfectly swept back hair, fumbling around in the drawers. He was wearing that new Dior shirt you had picked out for him last week.

When he’d came in to your dingy apartment, he’d removed his (probably very expensive) cufflinks and tossed them in your countertop dish.

“You shouldn’t treat your things so carelessly,” you chastised, taking them from the dish and moving them somewhere safer. Even in the cheap incandescent light, the large stones twinkle softly and you wondered how much they cost.

“They’re very pretty.”

‘What?” He’d glanced up briefly from his phone to see what you were holding. “Oh you like those? I can send them to my jeweler and get them set into earrings for you if you want.”

You nearly drop the cufflinks.

-

When he stands he bumps his head on an open cabinet.

He’s a bit befuddled for a moment and sends the cabinet door a look, but it quickly melts into a grin when he hears you giggle.

“Hey, don’t laugh. I’m six foot and this kitchen is literally made for someone who’s like five-nothing.”

God, you wanted to take a swim in those dimples.

You get off the couch and walk over, opening the second drawer to pull out a whisk and offer it to him.

“You’re the one who wanted to come to the dump which is my apartment, Joon.” It’s a matter-of-fact tone, but you can’t hide the twinkle in your eyes.

“I wanted to make you that dalgona coffee thing. But I don't have instant coffee at home. I didn’t know if it works with normal espresso.”

“You’re telling me you have a thirteen thousand dollar coffee machine at your place, and no instant coffee.”

Namjoon makes a face. “Instant coffee tastes like dishwater.”

You grab the bottle of instant coffee and shove it in his face.

“I love it.”

Namjoon shakes his head and grabs the glass jar from you, delivering a swift peck on your cheek.

“I love you.”

You blush, one hand going up to cup your face. To hell with butterflies in your stomach, this man truly gave the zoo a run for its money.

-

You’d met him while waitressing at one of those fancy fundraiser gala dinners. It paid the best, and between struggling to feed yourself and those overdue college bills, you were ready to swallow your pride and deal with the pompous crowd for a little while.

Namjoon had always thought it was a blessing he’d survived thirty three years not having broken a bone (well, he’s caused other people to break their bones, but that doesn’t count.) But that night, accidentally spilling his wine on you was the one time Namjoon ever felt truly lucky that he was a clumsy oaf.

You looked like a little deer, flustered and apologising, reaching for the nearest stack of napkins to fuss over the cuff of his jacket, when he should have been the one apologising to you. The two of you at a later point have recounted this first meeting and you still can’t believe he finds it hilarious that you were horrified, on the verge of tears because you thought he’d expect you to pay for his jacket.

Though you later understand why he’d find that funny. One thing more genuinely beautiful than his face was Namjoon’s heart. He’d insisted he book you a cab home (after understanding you didn’t have a spare shirt), and settled with your manager that you’d be taking the rest of the night off.

The next day he caught you by surprise, showing up on your doorstep in a cream cable knit sweater, and a black gift box adorned with a white camellia in hand (half out of apology, but also because he needed an excuse to see you). You’d opened the door, let out a strangled squeak and promptly slammed the door shut in his face. Later, he did get invited in when you didn’t so closely resemble a drenched version of Dobby, but it was unlikely you’d ever forget the horror of that moment.

-

Of course at first, your relationship was merely transactional - he paid you for your company, mostly at more of these fancy galas where he needed someone to distract the crowd while he really talked shop with the important people, and you.. well who were you, a mere mortal, to say no to that? It would get your bills paid, put food on the table, and Namjoon was kind, intelligent and not bad to look at.

Okay fine, he was great to look at.

Sure he’d been divorced once, but everyone has skeletons in their closets, right? Namjoon’s closet was three times the size of your apartment so there’d be plenty space to hide them. (Later, much later, you also become privy to the information that the guy could fuck you six ways from Sunday, but that’s besides the point… you think.)

-

After the parties on the way home you’d started to linger in his car. He’d walk you up the stairs of your dingy apartment complex. You hold hands, his large one dwarfing yours as the both of you walk as slowly as possible up the entire ten flights.

It was dangerous for you to walk alone, he said, but really, Namjoon wanted to talk to you a little while longer. You were nothing like he’d ever known. You were quiet. Listening. But really listening, not just waiting for your turn to talk. So different to the ditzy socialites in his circle who wanted only to talk about themselves.

Its not long before you're inviting him in for coffee - he drank your dishwater coffee quietly for the next three months before he suggested going to his place where the ‘real coffee’ was.

You fell fast, and you fell hard.

-

Not that you didn’t have your share of heated romances with people your age, but none of them really got you, listened to you as intently as he did when you rambled on about the inequality and hegemony of this world. You chalk it up to the fact that you’ve always been more mature than others - a result of circumstance. Not by choice, really, but it was what it was.

Namjoon always carried an air of introspection around him. Not intentionally. Many people took that for pride, but you realised quickly it was quiet confidence. He liked to listen and learn and observe.

On your coffee nights he begins to give you a glimpse of who he really is. Undoubtedly, he’s a Kim. That cool, nonchalant disposition was his battle armor. But beneath that you come to see the man who when you ask him about the telescope in the corner of his study, tells you he still entertains his childhood dream of being an astronaut. That on clear nights he likes to read Carl Sagan and look at the stars, wondering about the kind of lives they lead.

You learn he’s a great big klutz that breaks the handles off his cabinets ‘by accident’. You see the soft side that sometimes likes to read children’s books because ‘some of the best lessons in life are simple and humble ones’. And eventually the side that suddenly pulls you in closer in his sleep to his chest on rainy nights because he hates thunder. You always wake because you’re a light sleeper, but you’re glad you are, reaching up to smooth the furrow between his brows gently with a thumb before cuddling deeper into his embrace.

It’s also the first time he smiled at you. It was the week before his birthday, you’d given him a little resin keychain with little pressed wildflowers. He’d gone silent for quite a while and you didn’t know if he hated it or loved it.

“It’s a keychain.”

“Yeah.. It’s not much but I made it in a resin art workshop I went to, you have everything already and I hadn’t any idea what I could afford that you’d need-“

“You made this?” He interrupts, looking up at you.

You feel your gut shrivel. Jesus Christ. He hates it.

Immediately you move toward him to remove your offending gift. You were a Tiny Bit Hurt, but what had you been expecting with a cheap thing like that?

“If you don’t like it, it’s okay. You don’t have to use it! I just thought because you call me your little wildflower you’d like - “

You can’t finish your sentence because your face is smushed into Namjoon’s (very nice, very broad) chest as he pulls you into a crushing hug.

Horror takes over slightly and you struggle to move away. “Namjoon, I’m wearing so much foundation, and you’re in a cream Givenchy sweater - “

“I love it.”

You stop struggling. His warm breath tickles your ear, one large hand cradling the back of your head.

“You do?”

“I do. I love that you put in all this effort. You are my little wildflower. Always blooming in surprising places.’

You hug him back, nuzzling into his scent. The Givenchy sweater could wait. There was always drycleaning.

“And now I’ll have something to remind me of you wherever I go.”

When he pulls back to look at you he’s sporting not just one of those polite half smiles, but a full on beaming grin that make his eyes into smiling crescents. You get to see how deep his dimples actually are.

You swooned so hard you thought you might’ve given yourself an aneurysm.

-

Well, fast forward a year and here you are.

Watching the owner of a global business conglomerate make you some silly whipped coffee drink in the kitchen of your tiny apartment with water stains on the wallpaper, his diamond cufflinks sitting in a repurposed butter spread tray that held coins and keys on your countertop.

Watching your klutz boyfriends, ad he jerks the whisk at an odd angle and gets foamy coffee splattered all over the front of his white shirt.

'Joon, that’s Dior.” Your face crumples. Grabbing a towel out of the drawer, you wet it and try to dab the coffee stains off. That shirt was so expensive, it could pay your rent for three months.

You knew and had come to terms with the fact that money would always worry him far, far less than it worried you, but seeing such an expensive item go to waste would never stop making you a little bit unhappy. Well, there was more to it, but you shoved those thoughts away.

Namjoon sets the bowl down on the counter.

“It’s okay, love. I’ll just get a new one if the stains don't come off.”

You scrub harder.

After a silent moment, Namjoon puts his hands over yours to still them. “It’s not just about the shirt, is it?”

He waits for you, like he always does because he knows you need a little time. He’d wormed his way into the deepest parts of your heart, but there would always be a final little fence you had to decide to take down. He was okay with that.

After a minute, you nod. Gently, he takes the dishcloth from you and sets it aside so he can hold your hands properly. Times like these he just wants to hug you and hope that would be enough to protect you from the world. You taught him that money, as much as it solved problems, was not everything.

He puts a finger under your chin and tips it up so he can see your face.

“I just..”

“Go on.” He encourages.

“I know we’ve been through this before, but I can’t help but feel like I’m a… I’m a burden.”

Funny, considering how you two started out. The sugar baby/parent lifestyle just wasn’t for you. You were a Bad Ass Bitch who didn't need anyone, and it was important to stay on brand.

“Like, I keep being on the receiving end and sometimes I just feel like I can’t do anything for you. You spend so much money on me. The other day after we went shopping you bought me such lovely fruits to stock my fridge, and even got me a new heater for my room when it’s cold, and now you’re making me coffee because I sent you that post on Instagram and I just….

“If you didn’t have to come to my stupid old apartment you shirt would still be clean and I …“ You gesture vaguely at him and then at yourself.

“You give me so much. And well, I’m… just me.” You say finally.

Namjoon’s just been listening as you ramble, face unreadable. He;s got his business face on and you can’t tell if he’s angry with you or not.

“So you feel like you can’t do anything for me.”

You nod.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding the topic every time I ask you to move in with me?”

You nod again.

“Look, _____. I want you to listen to me. Like really listen.” His hands move to cup your face, eyes now staring intently into yours.

“You give me something in this world no amount of money can buy. You make me feel whole. You make me feel excited that I get to do life’s most mundane things with you. Even if it involves drinking dishwater coffee.”

That last part gets a small smile out of you, so he knows you’re in the clear.

“I know you’re not used to receiving nice things, because the world hasn’t given you much of it. I hate that. What I do for you, I do with my whole heart. I will continue to want to do these things for you for as long as you’ll let me.

“And maybe if I keep doing them one day you will see how everything, everything I do for you pales terribly in comparison to what you give to me by just existing.”

You’re so overwhelmed with emotion so you just respond lamely “o..okay.”

In your head, your two braincells clap enthusiastically as they crown you honorary president of the Idiot Club.

Namjoon sighs and rests his hands on the countertop on either side of you so he can look at you eye to eye. You look so pretty like this, he thinks. Eyes vulnerable and lips soft, just like you should be. He hates the world for treating you so cruelly.

“And for the record, I insist on spending time here I noticed you’re more… yourself than at my place. I want you to feel comfortable.”

“That’s not true.” You raise your chin petulantly, because you’re slightly prideful that way and don't want to acknowledge that Namjoon sees through you clear as day.

“Don’t argue with me.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes fractionally, his gaze darkening, and suddenly you’re very aware that you’re caged in. Not that you were complaining but was it suddenly really hot in here?

“I’m not arguing.”

“Yes you are." He's lowered his voice and its taken on a huskier tone. 

“You know that everything I do, I do out of love for you. And I will damn well put up with your apartment with no complaints if it means you will feel more at ease.”

This man was going to give you whiplash with the way he made the most loving words sound like filth.

You lower your gaze, just the way you know he likes, and look up at him through your lashes. Two could play that game. You see a spark ignite in his eyes.

“I know.”

“You know, what?”

“I know, sir.”

“Good. Now why don’t I finish making you that coffee, and then we can go back to my place and we’ll see what you really know.”

With that, he releases you to get the milk from the fridge, and you spin around to place one hand on the countertop and one hand over your chest. You suck in a breath you didn’t know you were holding. A few seconds longer and you’d have -

A sharp cracking noise from behind you quickly sweeps any indecent thoughts clean out of your mind.

You turn to find Namjoon looking at you with an incredibly apologetic expression, holding a black piece of plastic which what seems to be -

“Did you break the handle off my fridge?”

-

Three days later he’s sporting the same apologetic expression, the only difference is that you two are separated by a towering, stainless steel monstrosity that now sits in the middle of your living room, leaving you two to converse by having to look around the sides of it.

“I’m sorry, ___. I didn’t know it’d be this big.”

“That’s what she said.”

You peer around the corner with a cheeky grin. He gives you a look that’s half withering and half amused. “Mature.”

Reassessing the appliance in front of you, you throw your hands up in the air.

“For the love of sweet god, Namjoon. This fridge is ridiculous. I’m not feeding the entire village. You’ve seen my apartment, how did you think this was going to work?!”

“I dont know, okay? I just called my home decor guys and told them to send you the same fridge I have!”

You sigh heavily and shut your eyes. The man was so intelligent, but days like this you wonder if sometimes his brain took unpaid leave.

“My house is literally a third the size of your closet.”

If this wasn’t your house you might have found it a little bit funny. But it is your house.

You wait, but there’s just silence from his end, so you continue.

“What do you expect me to do with this monstrosity? Take a fucking winter holiday in it?! We can’t even -“ you kick the sofa for emphasis.

Pausing because he’s still unusually quiet, you stretch to look around the fridge again. He’s on his phone, tapping away in furious concentration.

“What are you doing?”

“Give me a minute.”

Oh no.

“What are you doing.”

“Relax, my love, I’m fixing the problem.” He waves you off nonchalantly. “Give me a minute.”

“Are you calling the delivery men to take this back?”

There is a genuinely confused look on his face when he looks up.

“What? No. Don’t be silly. I’m texting my real estate agents. They’re getting you a new house so this fridge will fit.”

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Rabbit: Second Statement of “Mira”

Lost statement which was recovered in the depths of the Magnus Institute. This is one of few tapes we were able to recover. This tape appeared to have been slightly damaged in storage, but the integrity of the audio recording remains.

Statement begins.

Once again, I find myself here in this pleather seat, in front of you. Stoic as always. Removed from the situation I am about to relay to you. You try and look like you aren't bothered by my words, but the slight tremble in your voice betrays you. But even more than that, it's the look in your eyes. Your doe-like eyes, Archivist. Big and round and deep and full of fear like a little prey animal when faced with the barrel of a gun. 

But don't worry, I'm not here to torment you or to further comment on your striking resemblance to that which torments me. Some... Interesting things have happened since I was last seated across the table from you. This update I bring is mostly a formality. I expect these tapes to be the only record of my existence, or rather, the only record of this incarnation of myself, of Mira, in due time. I've traveled to many more towns, worn a few different faces since the last time we spoke. Well, the last time I spoke at you, if we wanted to be more technical about it. 

...Does my face look the same to you? I don't even recognize that I have one anymore. It is not something I worry about, particularly when I am alone to my thoughts. Who I am when I am alone does not matter, just as it doesn't matter whether or not a tree makes a noise when it falls in a forest and no one is around. It is when I am around others that who I am matters. 

To you, I am Mira. The strange little taxidermist that kept running over innocent animals with their car, had a psychotic break, and skipped town over and over again. At least that is what you tell yourself to avoid confronting the greater other, that which I am and that which I am not. You try and be skeptical, Archivist, but I can tell it is mostly to hide your fear... But you didn't say no when I came back.

My apologies, I said I wasn't here to torment you. It's just a little funny. 

I've poked and prodded and beaten around the bush long enough.

It's been nearly three years in total now since I left a life I once said was mine. I found a picture of that person in an old notebook the other day, and it was not me, and I am fine with that now. Every day I become more and more of a stranger to myself, and that is okay. 

I have become content with my life's path once again. 

I have rediscovered an old hobby.

For these past years, every time I saw that deer, I would look at it in its beautiful eyes that looked too much like mine and I would slam my foot on the gas and stare it down as I ran it over. I got better at causing less damage to my car over time. I'm amazed it's survived all the collisions. I'm amazed I have survived all the collisions. 

I came close a few times to being hit by an oncoming car, or veering directly into a tree, or the hooves of the animal smashing their way through my windshield and crushing my throat under their keratinous force. It felt as though the universe were holding me in its cold arms and sheltering me from the worst of these impacts, just so that I could be where I am today. 

The last few times I caused steel to collide with flesh, an itch grew upon me. Something I had not felt in quite some time. A desire once more to create, to peel away the soft, gentle fur of a little creature until its pink muscle is bared to the world and eaten by flies and maggots and carrion crows. To stretch its skin taut and stitch it back together, to have those glassy eyes once again staring me down from every crevice of my home. 

I resisted it at first. I knew I'd be a failure to it, that it would hate me, its cruel father, for condemning it once more to walk the Earth in such a terrible form. Legs a few half-inches too long, lips that were meant to be drawn into a contemplative expression stiffly stitched into a grimace, and those eyes...

But then, in a town where I wore the face of a happy-go-lucky bartender named Elijah, one of the stray cats I had been leaving food out for presented me with a gift. A freshly-caught little rabbit. I remembered how it felt to process such a creature. The fur of rabbits is so soft, softer than anything synthetic, but you have to be careful when you de-flesh the hide. The skin is so thin and tender and prone to tearing with the slightest nick, and if you are enough of an amateur such as myself you can ruin the whole hide. 

But once it is done it is such a precious little thing. So soft, but less... Frantic than it was in life. 

No little panicked rabbit heartbeat. 

Just silence and softness.

I wrapped the little thing in a plastic bag and I put it in my freezer, and the next day I went to the store and bought the barest of supplies. The tan would be nothing impressive, I wasn't even sure if it would last given the exceptionally low quality of the alum I had purchased, but it was worth a try, I thought. 

Somehow, it was worse than my previous specimens. The eyes squinted at me and they scorned me and they judged me not just for the sin of stuffing this creature but for all of the sins I had committed since pursuing this hobby. The skin itself had cured just fine, and yet the fur was falling out in chunks. I was eventually left with a thing that hardly resembled a rabbit anymore at all, but for the two unmistakable ears protruding from the top of its head. 

Most of it was bald flesh, translucent. The cheap floral foam I had used to sculpt the form it was stitched onto cast it in a ghastly green hue, and without the bulk of the fur to hide my errors every little imperfection shone through. The light tan stitching holding the piece together made it reminiscent of a recently autopsied corpse rather than a piece of taxidermy. I could see the full resin orb of its eyes through the skin, wide in terror at my sins. 

What have you done. 

What have you done. 

What have you done.

But somehow, I was not discouraged. I gave the blasphemous excuse for a piece of art a prominent place on my bookshelf. To remind me of my work, and that I had far to go.

Several days after, one of my coworkers invited me to an outing after work. The face I wore wouldn't say no, and so despite myself I accepted. I had yet again started keeping some meager supplies for the collection of roadkill in my car, but had yet to find any salvageable specimens. 

The outing doesn't matter. My presence was ultimately only so that I may be the vessel of that which they wished me to be, so I played my role and I played it well. I socialized, and joked, and was informed sometime afterwards I had been the life of the party. Good for them to get such use out of me. By the time I left the party, it was well after dark. 

Despite my best attempts in the contrary, I had found myself in a fairly rural area once more. Not that being in the city had kept the deer from pursuing me, of course. It would always find me. The red of blood and peeling mint-green of my car made quite the contrast. One I became used to with time.

I was driving home from the aforementioned outing. It had rained earlier that day and the yellow tinted light from the occasional street lamp danced somberly upon the wet asphalt. The road to the ramshackle motel I was staying in was a lonesome one. I was accompanied only by the watchful birch trees and my own thoughts, which had grown fuzzier as of late. A dull hum in the back of my mind, intrusive thoughts blending with my own until I couldn't tell where I ended and the other began. 

The sky was black and starless, the typical countless pinpricks of light obscured by oppressive storm clouds threatening to release another downpour. The typical yellow lines that divided the road were worn away in this area, neglected asphalt riddled with potholes of varying but always hazardous sizes. 

The black of the road and the black of the sky blended into an all-consuming void, the shimmer of my headlights on the wet road the only stars in sight. Ghostly birch trees stood as sentinels on either side of the road, observing me as they did every other passerby. As I progressed to my destination the trees became thicker and taller and the road became skinnier and more perilous. 

As they had promised, the clouds above unleashed their storm upon me. I turned on my high-beams and proceeded through the downpour.

In the distance, something on the shoulder of the road caught the light emanating from my car. Two perfect circles of light flashed. Animal eyes. I knew what would come next. The deer with my eyes would walk onto the middle of the road, and it would wait for the kiss of hard metal against its soft flesh and strong but not strong enough bones, and it would die there on that road and be gone by morning, and I would wash its blood from my car and pay for the repairs I needed to pay for, and I would pack up again and I would move town and change my name and my face to suit the next group of people that I would find myself amongst.

No.

No, I decided.

That was enough. I had enough.

The deer looked at me in the same way it always looked at me. Its eyes were more mine than they ever had been, full of a very, very human hatred.

My heart beat in time with the pace of my windshield wipers as they swept the rain from my field of vision. I stared at the deer in waiting of its own demise. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles were white, skin taut like that of a taxidermied rabbit around its form, translucent and pale and cold. I pressed my foot onto the pedal until it was flush with the floorboard. I felt the car lurch forward, taking a moment to make purchase with the rain-sodden road. 

I felt every moment of the impact, this time. I heard as the plastic and metal on the front of my car were wrought around the cervine's fragile frame. The doe slid onto the hood of my car, and as it did I became closer to its eyes than I ever had been and how they burned, Archivist. 

As the skull of the creature made impact with the glass barrier separating the two of us, its eyes did not close, the glass windshield spider-webbing around where the deer had collided with it. It remained in one piece, but only barely. The car slid along the slick road, and I slammed on the breaks. My nose smashed into the steering wheel, eliciting a trickle of blood to spout forth from it. The slain animal slid from the front of my vehicle, propelled forward by the remaining velocity.

The vehicle finally finished its motion, and sat under the rain. Again, there was silence.

I wiped the blood from my nose, and I leaned over to my glove box, and I retrieved my skinner knife and my spare needles and thread, and out there on that lonesome road in the middle of the rain I began my masterpiece.

The deer was dead. Its eyes were still open. I had never in all this time seen them shut. Despite the fire behind them having been extinguished by my own hand, they still burned.

I would give it a reason to hate me.

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All Roads Lead To Nowhere

Wordcount: 2,757

Character Count: 15,189

A/N: This is part 7 to Empatia I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warning: Usual Hannibal tendancies 

"Sorry, i'm bleeding on your couch," Abigail grunted as she tried to ease herself in a more comfortable position. Hannibal pressed the gauze pad over her wound, "What was that... I couldn't hear you over the gaping hole in your chest," he looked at the young woman. While holding his hand out for his assistant to give him his surgical needle and thread, he couldn't help but wonder how his wounded deer found its way home. Shanel, on the other hand, watched his hands move, guiding the needle and thread gracefully against the wound area. It was almost like cooking to him a second nature in the form of many talents. 

"What were you doing out there.." Shanel asked in a motherly type of tone.  Watching the way Abigail had reacted almost brought back memories from her upbringing when she would try to "escape" Christoper.

 "I was trying to outrun my past.." she looked up at the other woman hoping she would understand what she meant by her phrasing. Shanel gave her a nod and a teacup, "You'll need it, to take your mind off that troublesome past a bit.." she smiled, walking back upstairs. Hannibal looked back at her then at Abigail as he felt that for one moment in his life, he had everything he could have asked for, but sometimes happiness came with a price that not everyone was ready to pay.

 As the night got darker, the silence in the room became thicker. One with Shanel pondering on how to lean the evidence on Chilton, and two how to set Will free and back to his habitat, 

Hannibal, who had agreed to take Will's place for the remainder of his cases, laid there thinking as to how he could get away with all of his beautiful masterpieces, as he pulled Shanel closer towards his person. 

"How would you like to-"

"No." Shanel turned to look at the maroon eyed killer.

"No?" he asked, shocked that she even answered before he finished asking.

"Murder is not on tomorrow's agenda, Lecter.."  she laughed, her hand dangling off the bed.

"It's not on anyone's my pet.." he laughed, kissing her nose.

"Oh no, it's on mine, just not until Thursday." she half-heartedly joked, cuddling deep into the warmth of his skin, taking in his fresh scent of clean linen with a hint of lemon. "Why Thursday?" he asked, taking her hand to his lips, giving it a nice " passionate" nip." If you must know.." she watched the way his lips parted, "Hey, if you're planning to eat me at least make me into a nice alfredo," 

she laughed, seeing his eyes go into complete shock, 

He had never met a woman so full of life and dark humor that he would kill for except for maybe his aunt, who he hadn't heard from in years. "Does your mother know about your agenda." he gave her a soft, tired laugh.

"Good night Hannibal.." she rolled over, giggling at him.

"There's food in the refrigerator, books in the study, of course, in any case of an emergency-"

"Call you or Hannibal," Abigail said, her hands behind her back, watching Shanel pick up her keys from the kitchen counter, "And if we don't answer?" she paused to look at the teenager, 

"Code butterfly," she smirked.

"That's my girl." Shanel smiled, kissing her forehead while walking out the door. 

When she entered her office, she saw two things. One was Carl flirting, and the other was the tattle crime magazine on her desk. "WHO LET LOUNDS IN!" her voice nearly booming through the halls of the building. Susana ducked down, hearing the rage in her voice. Animalistic brown eyes made their way to the younger woman while the room around them was deathly still, "I trusted you.." 

"You can't blame me for your mistake." Susana gave a small chuckle while Carl turned away, "And besides, are you not Will's love toy-" Shanel grabbed her throat, hearing the sweet sound of life mangled in beautiful sounds of struggling,

 "I know where you live.. and I'll kill you if you speak to me again like that.." Shanel laughed, whispering in her ear, taking a nice lick of her ear, "Good, you're scared of me." she heard the other woman whimper under her like a hurt dog. "Y-you're hurting me.." she felt her let go. Although Shanel's day was a bit rough, it wasn't as bad as Hannibals. Playing Will Graham was becoming a challenge, so many ingredients for a  presented in front of him yet so little time to sneak away and take a prize for himself in front of him was a beautifully preserved body apart of a feast for sight. Yet he would do anything to get his hands on it to take a bite of the juicy flesh covered in resin. The aroma was practically killing him to fight it as he dwelled into the scent. Jack stood behind him, watching the way he observed the body almost like it was art.  "Well, did you find anything doctor.," he asked as Hannibal looked behind himself, 

" Preserved while still alive..." he examed some more of the body, "A rare case that can happen," he asked, watching the way Jack looked it over. Hannibal was pleased, to say the least, that he was blending in so quickly. Back in the office, however,  Shanel had quite the news to tell Hannibal about mostly because her receptionist had now gone missing. Which was something Hannibal would have found exciting, but as she saw it, he was busy.  

"Well... this is lovely.." Abigail stood behind the two adults, a butterfly knife in hand just in case she had to kill them both, "Simonetta would have been so proud.." the older woman who resembled Shanel whispered, looking at the portraits on the wall. Next to the woman was a man, he had short brown hair and glasses, 

"Do you think she'll be surprised.."  he asked, watching the way his lover looked him, "Amore, we are her surprise." she kissed him on the cheek. Abigail crept closer, trying to take a slash at the couple.

Abigail wasn't quick enough as she felt the pain surge into her arm. "I wouldn't do that piccola ragazza." he laughed, with a dark expression on his face. As the door creaked open, he leaned in closer, "Let us pretend you didn't try to kill me." he winked, watching her nod. 

Shanel and Hannibal walked through the door exchanging, their interesting days as she took off her suit jacket, not noticing how quiet the house was around her while on the other hand, Hannibal could sense that someone was there the scent of Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue went past his nose, 

"Rosalina.," he whispered to himself, hearing the sound of her voice, he hadn't seen her in years though he didn't know that his dinner exhibition had made news to Italy. Sitting in the living room was Shanel, who had made it her duty to relax first before she had gotten all dressed up for the occasion. But sneaking up behind her was someone that she knew very well. The footsteps behind her were silent, and his breathing was non- existent. Before she could turn around and he could plan his attack, she grabbed him into a hug filled with laughter and love. "Il mio piccolo guastafeste!" he nearly squeezed the woman. Shanel chuckled, shaking her head, "I am not a trouble starter, Milo." Hannibal, on the other hand, was stuck with Rosalina.

 "Taking care of my Shanel.." she asked, holding him by the arm. 

"She is my first concern, your highness." he turned to look at her, hist face aglow at the woman who once made him feel like home in his times in Italy.  "You don't have to call me that here," she smirked, taking in his more mature features.  Hannibal couldn't help but laugh at the way she looked at him. Turning his head, he could hear the cold metal clanking of swords in the living room and the sounds of grunts and laughter, "Ah, they've picked up where they left off.." she gestured for him to walk in.  Abigail,  who was keeping track of their score, looked over at Hannibal like a concerned child looks at their parents. 

"Like daughter like father.." Rosalina smiled, not noticing what she had just let slip from her mouth. Shanel looked over at her mother in disbelief. "Like who.," she asked, hoping she didn't hear the phrase correctly. In her mind, it didn't make sense for Milo to be the big F word in her life. It wasn't possible, and she refused to believe that her mother's butler was her dad, but if he were, he would have some explaining to do, like sitting there when her life was slowly leaving her, or sending her away to boarding school when she would have been home, let alone the wards and hospitals. 

"I have so much to do... Hannibal come with?" she ushered upstairs. 

"Shanel, wait!" Milo said, watching her slowly walk out his life again.

Hannibal sighed, watching as she threw another knife, this time catching it. He knew that at times she was one to lash out in anger, and luckily it was something he was good at, "You're taking this a bit hard, Ms. Mahone, what to do we do when we are angry." seeing the look of a shark smelling blood, he realized that his old tricks would no longer work. "Lets, talk this out perhaps." he ushered for her to sit on the bed. She looked up at him playing with her fingers, shaking her leg the things she used to do when they had first started therapy. 

"Well, I was thinking about us.." She got behind him, taking her pearl necklace from behind him.

"Changing the subject, are we.." he nodded, knowing that in time she would take it out on one of their victims. " No.." she looked away from and then back. "Yes..but the point is.." Hannibal sighed, growing impatience with her struggling. Though he couldn't say, he couldn't relate to it.

"DON'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING!" she burst out, hands almost hitting his chest. Hannibal grabbed her wrist, a blank expression on his face watching the way she acted like a spoiled child, not getting her way. She had been excusably rude in the past, but this was going to be his last straw. As she tried to fight, she felt a sharp prick in her thigh.

"Shanel... dove sei.. where are you?" A familiar voice said.  Sat in the middle of the woods was Shanel, covered in blood. Butterflies flew past her, but each one was different.  "Where am I?" she asked, looking towards the sound of familiar footsteps. A hand covered her lips as another one grabbed her waist. As the grasp got tighter, she felt as if they'd rip her in two. Blood began to drip down her dress as she watched from afar two creatures feasting on what looked like her eight-year-old body. Standing there was a Wendigo and a Butterfly Moth creature eating away her eyeballs. 

"Help me! don't let them take me away HEL-"

Shanel jolted out the bed, her mouth dry and eyes wide. Her breathy was unsteady, and she knew why. "Vistaril.. nice.." she began getting drossy again as her head hit the pillow and into a slow thickness of blood. 

" Must I denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you?" the familiar voice said, blood gushing into her lungs and out her mouth. In her hair even was blood but by her feet was the body of Albert and Christopher. Hannibal, who looked at her stone-cold, had in his hand a slaughter knife while the other reached out to grab her. "Well, must I... " he  asked, watching her  reach for the knife, 

" If I kill the rude. While another detests the righteous, what will you have left in my pantheon," he asked.

"The wicked.."

Another prick of pain hit her as she stood up, deep scars on her arm, as she laid there a bit. " Parasomnia.," he mumbled, realizing why she had has tended to squirm around whenever he'd leave her side while sleeping. "Someones up.."  he smiled, "And in time for dinner.," he added, handing her dress over to her. Though something confusing was going on in his heart every time he watched her struggle, it was a pain that made him want to hold her tell her everything would be alright, much like he wish he could with his sister Misha a stinging pain in his arm when it rains. Looking down at his feet, he saw trails of blood mostly from Shanel. Taking his finger to get a taste, he had noticed something different about the blood "Low in iron.. " he smiled to himself, "Perhaps I should fix things.." he then made his way into the bathroom. 

"Why did you do.." 

"To relax you, you went into hysterics  .." he walked closer towards her watching her body language, "It's nar-"

"I know what it is.. you wouldn't be the first to inject me." she rolled her eyes, feeling insecure about her response, "You would know that..." she got dressed, her eyes looking down and away from his. "I was happy once as a kid.. you know I wasn't always a psicopatica." she turned her back towards him, and he felt that pain again, but this time in his heart. The trust he had built was fading. He walked closer towards her trying to hold her hand.

"GET away from me!" she pushed him aside.

"I can't do that." he looked into her brown eyes seeing something he had never seen before reflecting at him. "And why can't you."

" Sometimes, I think of the sun and moon as lovers who rarely meet. Always chase and almost always miss one another." he smiled, helping her zip her dress,

 " But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss." he looked at her reflection. "And the world stands in awe of their eclipse." his voice went hoarse while his heart stung in a long-forgotten pain called love. Shanel turned to look at him catching his eyes for her own. She could see it in his eyes that cupid hit him in his murderous heart. " Say it.." she nearly whimpered, her eyes on his lips. 

"I love-"

"Dad... um, Mr. Lecter, the guests are arriving," Abigail mentioned. 

"We'll finish this later?" he looked over at Shanel, who gave him a sigh and a nod.

 Everyone who was anyone showed up at the luxurious dinner party. There wasn't a soul in there that Shanel didn't know except, of course, her parents. She and Hannibal had been socializing all night. It seemed like forever since she had even sat down. That, of course, was until Hannibal had gestured for everyone to migrate like birds to his set to theme beautifully Greek pantheon dining room. Shanel giggled a bit watching, as she noticed the details in Hannibal's food decor of pomegranates, hers having six seeds next to it. "Some say that this very feast is what Persephone didn't eat upon," Hannibal said, standing behind Shanel, his pitch-black suit matching her soft spring pink dress traced with roses in the fabric.

" The story of Hades and Persephone is one of the most well-known love stories in Greek mythology." he pulled out Shanel's chair, waiting for her to sit. "Hades, was known for rarely ever leaving the underworld," he laughed a bit. "But one of the few times he did, he came across Persephone, and he fell instantly in love." Hannibal kissed Shanel on the forehead, his hand resting on her shoulder. "  But Demeter would never allow her daughter to marry the god of the underworld." he then looked at Rosalina and Milo. 

"With each pomegranate seed, I proclaim my love to you." he smiled, holding out a box kneeling on one leg, "With this ring, I confess my dying need to l'amore della mia vita." he kissed her hand. 

"What do you choose, my pet," he asked.

Shanel looked around, her heart fluttering with many emotions eyes staring her down. Her mother and apparent father both looked at her as she looked at the ring. She could hear the mumbling going on from her mother.

"Yes."

[monochromeagent]

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What is Postmodernism?

Postmodernism is a school of thought that is the general antithesis of modernism. It calls out the weaknesses in the typical bravado of modernism, reflecting the marginalized subcultures views of typical modernist thought. Where there is freedom in modernism, there is oppression in postmodernism; where there is unity, there is exile. The thought process behind postmodernism can lead to pessimism, even despair, at the stark social injustices in a modernistic world. Postmodern artworks reflect this train of thought by moving from seemingly hopeful artifacts to abstract, thought evoking pieces. Art throughout history has brandished bold, clear messages and subtle pieces read through nuance, but postmodernism uses art as a tool to speak for the underdog, often against a higher power or well known societal “fact.” Postmodernists aim to make art more accessible, shunning traditional museums and their confines of what it means to be “high” art or “low” art. While modernism aims to create something specific, new, easily described and well understood, postmodern art lives to be collaborative and contextual. Postmodern art is intent upon being attainable, uncomfortable and demanding of the viewer.

1. Escaping the confines of museums

It Is Guns, 2018, Jenny Holzer, LED Sign Mounted on Lorrie.

Public art with a strong message pertaining to the struggles with gun control.

2. Collapsing boundaries between "high" and "low"

Quest for Cholesterol, Robert Williams, 1987, Oil on canvas.

        “High” art technique, materials, and skill with “lowbrow” content.

3. Rejecting originality

Untitled Film Still #21, Cindy Sherman, 1978. Gelatin silver print.

Looks as though it could be from any other time period before it; black and white composition create ageless feel we all have seen before.

4. Jouissance

Adult Female Sexual Organs, 2005, Wangechi Mutu, packing tape, fur, collage on medical illustration paper.

Celebrates art and the creator’s idea of the female.

5. Working collaboratively

Performance of Six Public Acts, 1978, Judith Malina (and others).

        Live performance with an abundance of players and onlookers.

6. Appropriating

Fountain (Madonna), 1991, Sherrie Levine, Cast Bronze.

Much like the Marcel DuChamp Fountainin the book, gilded and named the feminine name Madonna.

7. Simulating

Pregnant Woman in the Pool (also known as Untitled)

, 1999, Gregory Crewdson, Chromogenic print.

           Each piece was created separately and combined for a uniform piece.

8. Hybridizing

Untitled, 2011, Ludo, Spray paint on wood.

Urban spraypainting mixed with vivid organic content and the Freddy mask combines many thought processes and art processes.

9. Mixing media

Crystallised Menagerie, 2009, Kate Rohde, Mixed media.

        Highly stylized and colored piece created with a variety of media.

10. Layering

Post Modern Collage, 2011,Gabby Frank, Mixed media collage.

One artist’s personal collection of thoughts on what postmodernism is, combined into an eye catching collage.

11. Mixing codes

Affirmative Fears Affirmative Tears (Forever Free), 1997, Michael Ray Charles, Acrylic latex, stain and copper penny on paper.

Watermelon, savage-looking, racist black-face individual with an empty head on top of a skull-and-crossbones, along with dramatic text, mix modern understanding with old-world opinions to create a strong piece.

12. Re-contextualizing

Allegory,(unknown date), David Derr, Doll, acrylic paint, metal and wood.

An old doll gets recreated as a cherub, nailed to wood and bound by chains in a new statement of love and its confines.

13. Confronting the gaze

Flashburn, 2017, Leah Schrager, Digital c-print on aluminum.

The artist intentionally sexualizes the subject but covers the genitalia in a bold statement.

14. Facing the abject

Born, 2002, Kiki Smith, Bronze.

A deer births a nude woman, causing the viewer to abruptly think of the female anatomy and its creation of life.

15. Constructing Identities

What the Water Gave Me, 1938, Oil on canvas.

Frida Kahlo expresses her past and shows what made her tick in an intimate bathtub scene.

16. Using narratives

Fun, 2014, McCann, Portugal for SIC Radical, Print.

        Advertising agency creates humorous take on safe sex.

17. Creating metaphors

Family Resemblance: Husband and Son,

Family Resemblance: Husband and Son, 2006, Nina Levy, Polyester resin, steel, oil paint.

Father’s head replaced by son in an effort to construct family resemblance.

18. Irony, parody, and dissonance

The Perfect Cartwheel, 2019, Matt Verginer, Limewood.

A plump woman gracefully balances on top of a hippo attempting to eat her, juxtaposing weight, hunger, and balance.

[hoofedfursuits]

Fursuit Makers List

Fursuit Makers List (updated 10.08.2018) work in progress:

Info is given when possible: Fursuit maker name - Link to homepage - Preferred fursuit style (toony/semi-realistic/realistic) - If fullsuits or only partial suits, fursuit parts - ~Price-class (starting with a simple full fursuit, this doesn’t cover customized and complex fursuits. The maker’s quote is what counts in the end). As opening times vary so much, they are not listed, but generally can be found on the homepages.

Compiled with data as provided by the makers online - including a maker into the list doesn’t mean endorsment and liability is excluded in any case! If you spot an error or would add info or even a fursuit maker let me know by messaging hoofedfursuits.tumblr.com/

Alpha Dogs - https://alphadogs.dk/ - Fursuit maker based in Europe, specialized in toony fursuits. Fursuit parts, partial and full fursuits.  Prices for a full fursuit start at 1,000US$.

Art-Kour - https://www.artkour.com/mascot/ -

Artslave Costumes - https://twitter.com/Artslavefursuit -  Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in realistic and fantasy creature fursuits. Mostly partials, full fursuits optional.

Autumnfallings - http://www.autumnfallings.com/ - Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly full fursuit. Prices for a full fursuit start at 5,000US$

Beasts and Beyond Creations - https://beastsandbeyondcreations.wordpress.com/ - Fursuit maker specialized in realistic and fantasy creature fursuits. Mostly partials and fursuit parts (like heads). Prices for a partial fursuit start at 2,700US$.

Beastcub Creations - https://www.beastcub.com/ - Fursuit maker based in California (USA), specialized in realistic and fantasy creature fursuits. Mostly partials and full fursuits, quadsuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 3,500US$ (hoofed fursuit example)

Beta Raptor Creations - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/betaraptor - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts and partial fursuits, fullsuits optional.

Birdtooth Fursuits - https://birdtoothsuits.weebly.com/gallery.html

Blue Rabbit Studios - http://blue-rabbit-studios.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Minnesota (USA), specialized in toony, plush and fantasy creature fursuits. Mostly partial and full fursuits. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 2,500US$.

Brushwolf Creature Studio - https://www.brushwolfstudio.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Ohio (USA), specialized in realistic and fantasy creature fursuits. Mostly partials and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,600US$ (hoofed fursuit example)

Butterscotch Fursuits https://twitter.com/ButterscotchBi3 Fursuits

Bycats4cats - http://bycats4cats.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Minnesota (USA), specialized in toony fursuits, especially feline kind. Mostly partial fursuit and fullsuits, also fursuit parts. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,900US$.

Cabbagebath Furstuff - https://tinyurl.com/yc44cnyj -  Fursuit maker based in the UK, specialized in toony fursuits. Partials and fursuit parts. Prices start at 600US$

Cant of Togs - https://www.cantoftogs.com/ -  Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in toony fursuits. Partials and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,500US$.

CffStudios  - https://www.cffcostumes.com/ - Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in toony to semi-realistic fursuits Mostly partials, fullsuits and fursuit parts.

CFStudios  - http://www.cfstudiosonline.com/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits and cosplay. Mostly partials, fullsuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,900US$.

Chaos Costumes - https://www.facebook.com/ChaosCostumes/?hc_location=ufi - Costume maker specialized in fursuit and cosplay parts, like hooves and horns.

City Mutt Fursuits - http://www.citymuttfursuits.com/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony to realistic fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts, partials and full fursuit. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,000US$

Clockwork Creature - http://www.clockworkcreature.com/ - Fursuit maker based in the USA, specialized in realistic  fursuits, fantasy and movie creatures. Mostly fursuit parts, partials and full fursuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 3,000US$

Coby Wong - http://cobywong.com.br/?lang=en -  - Fursuit maker based in Brazil, specialized in toony fursuit. Mostly partials and full.

CoconutJellyCreation - https://www.etsy.com/shop/coconutjellycreation - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuit parts and supplies. Mostly partials and fursuit parts.

Color Carnage - https://www.colorcarnage.net/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Fursuit parts, partials to fullsuits. Prices for a fullsuit start at 2,500US$.

Corvid Creations - https://www.facebook.com/Falagra/ - Fursuit maker based in the USA

Crystumes Costumes - https://crystumes.weebly.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Washington (USA), specialized in realistic fursuits, fantasy and movie creatures. Mostly fursuit parts and partial fursuits.

Cuttlebone Costumes - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/cuttlebone/ - Fursuit maker based in Texas (USA).

DandylionsLLC - http://www.dandylionsllc.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Washington (USA), specialized in toony to realistic fursuits Mostly partials, fullsuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,400US$ 

Deer In A Hat Costumes - https://deerinahat.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Florida (USA), specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,500US$

Dire Creatures - https://www.direcreatures.com/

DrakonicKnight  - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/drakonicknight/ - Fursuit maker based in the USA, specialized in realistic fursuits. Partials and fursuit parts, rich collection of resin casts.

DreamMachine - https://dreammachinecostumes.com/  - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly premades, fursuit parts and partial fursuits. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,300US$

Dream Vision Creations - - Specialized in fursuits supply. Rich collection of fursuit parts, including resin and foam masks, horns, hooves.

Dynamic Cat Studio - https://dynamicatstudio.com/ -

Faruku Costumes  - http://www.farukucostumes.co.uk/ -  Fursuit maker based in the UK, specialized in toony fursuits to semi-realistic costumes. Partials to fullsuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,800US$ (hoofed fursuit example)

Foxysox Studios - https://foxysoxstudios.com/home.html - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials, fullsuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,000US$ (hoofed fursuit example)

Foxies Creations - http://www.foxiescreations.nl/ -

Fur It Up - http://www.furitup.com/ - Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in toony to semi-realistic fursuits. Partials and full fursuits, fursuit parts. Prices for a full fursuit start at 3,600US$

Furred Out Kreations!  - http://furredoutkreations.wixsite.com/home - Fursuit maker specialized in toony to semi-realistic fursuits. Fursuit parts, partial and full fursuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 700US$

FurryFursuitMaker - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/furryfursuitmaker/ - Fursuit maker based in the Netherlands, specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts, partial fursuits and fullsuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 1,100US$

Furry Machine - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/furrymachine

Fursuits by Mars - https://fursuitsbymars.weebly.com/ -  Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in toony fursuits and costumes. Partials to fullsuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,000US$

Fursuit Creations - http://www.fursuitcreations.co.uk/ -

Fursuit This Suits You Up! - http://www.fursuitup.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Europe, specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials and fursuit parts.

Fursuits UK - https://www.instagram.com/fur.suits_uk/ - Fursuit maker based in the UK, specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials, full fursuits and fursuit parts.

FurZombie Studioss - https://furzombiestudios.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Wisconsin (USA), specialized in toony and fantasy creature fursuits. Partial and full fursuits.

FuzzButtFursuits  - https://fuzzbuttfursuits.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Florida (USA), specialized in toony fursuits. Fursuit parts, partial and full fursuits.  Prices for a full fursuit start at 1,500US$.

Fuzz Factory  - https://www.thefuzzfactory.com/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials, fullsuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a full fursuit start at 4,000US$ (hoofed fursuit example)

FuzzyFurCreations - https://fuzzyfurcreations.wixsite.com/home - Fursuit maker based in the Netherlands, specialized in toony fursuits. Partials and full fursuits. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 2,000US$

Go Fur It - http://gofurit.co.uk/ -  Fursuit maker based in the UK, specialized in toony fursuits. Partials, full fursuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,300US$  

Golden Maw Costume Design and Creation - https://www.goldenmaw.com/ - Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in toony fursuits and costumes. Partials to fullsuits. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,200US$ 

GroovyGoat Costumes - https://www.groovygoatcostumes.com/ - Fursuit maker based in the UK, specialized in toony fursuits. Partials and full fursuits. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,700US$

Grotto Creations - http://www.grottocreations.com/  - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Heads only. Prices for a fursuit head start at 500US$ 

Heads & Tails Studios - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/headsandtailsstudios - Fursuit maker specialized in toony  fursuits. Partials, full fursuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 800US$

Hidden Treasury Fursuits  - https://www.facebook.com/HiddenTreasuryFursuits/

Jill Costumes - http://www.jillcostumes.com/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Partials and full fursuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 4,000US$

Kandorin Creations - https://kandorin-creations.myshopify.com/ - Fursuit maker specialized in semi-realistic fursuits. Partials and fursuit parts. Rich collection of resin masks and bases.

Kazu Creations - https://www.facebook.com/kazucreations/ -  Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits.

Komickrazi Studios - Art and Costumes - http://www.komickrazi.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Canada, specialized in toony to realistic and fantasy creature fursuits. Fursuit parts, partials and full fursuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,800US$ (hoofed fursuit example)

Kittlums Fursuits - https://kittlums.weebly.com/ - Fursuit maker based in New Zealand, specialized in premades and toony partial fursuits. Partials and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,000US$.

Kurama https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kuramakun/

Lazy Lupes - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/LazyLupe - Builder based in Australia, specialized in toony fursuits.

LE COIN D'IRINAE - https://www.facebook.com/lecoiniri/ -  Builder based in Belgium, specialized in toony/realistic/kemono fursuits. Starts at 500€ for a head. 

Living Carousel - https://livingcarousel.weebly.com/ (site down) - Fursuit maker based in Arizona (USA), specialized in toony fursuits. Premades and partial fursuits only. Prices start at 500US$

Lizard Loves Mustache - https://www.lizardlovesmustache.com/ -

LobitaWorks - http://lobitaworks.com/ - Fursuit specialized in toony fursuits. From partials to full fursuits.

Lunar Forest - http://lunarforest.ru/

Melissa Mendelson Art - https://www.melissamendelsonart.com/finished-works - Fursuit maker based in Ohio (USA), specialized in realistic fursuits and costuming. Rich collection of fursuit parts (resin masks).

Menagerie Workshop - http://menagerieworkshop.com/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony to semirealistic fursuits. Partials and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,400US$ (hoofed fursuit example)

MilkMade - https://trello.com/b/pvoJsONp/milkmade-commissions-queue - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials, fullsuits and fursuit parts (like plush hooves).

Mixed Monsters - https://tinyurl.com/yc6gfvde- Fursuit maker specialized in premade fursuits. Partials and fursuit parts.

Neon Furstudios - http://www.neonfurstudios.de - Fursuit maker based in Germany, specialized in toony fursuits. Partials to full fursuits and fursuit parts.

Mordrude's Monsters - http://www.mordrudesmonsters.com/ - Fursuit maker based in the USA, specialized in realistic fursuits and fantasy creatures. Mostly fursuit parts, partials and full fursuits.

NonStopFlop Fursuits ! https://twitter.com/NonStopFlop

MuttMix - http://madebymuttmix.com/ - Fursuit maker based in the USA, specialized in toony  fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts, partials and full fursuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,000US$.

Nuke Creations - http://nukecreations.com/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Partials to full fursuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 2,600US$.

OMEGAPAWS -https://maker.omegapaws.fr/ - French builder, specialized in toony fursuits. Full fursuits starts at 1,400US$.

OMG Pineapples - http://www.omgpineapples.net/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits and mascot costumes. Fursuit parts, partials to fullsuits.

Primal Visions - http://alexisrudd.com/ - Costume maker specialized in realistic  fursuits, fantasy and movie creatures. Mostly fursuit parts and partial  fursuits.

Pupsuits - https://www.1pupsuits.com/  - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Partials and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 800US$

Pyrope Costumes - https://tinyurl.com/y79rdrtr - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials, fullsuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a full fursuit start at 800US$ 

Ruff Stuff Costumes - https://ruffstuffcostumes.webs.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Illinois, specialized in toony fursuits and mascot costumes. Partials to fullsuits. Prices for a fullsuit start at 2,500US$

Sammy Smiles Works - https://trello.com/b/zViq6sP6/fursuit-queue - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials, fullsuits and fursuit parts (hoofed fursuit example)

Sarahcat Fursuits  - http://furredthingsfurst.wixsite.com/sarahcat-fursuits - Fursuit maker specialized in toony to semirealistic fursuits. Partials, full fursuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,000US$

SchneepardiCreations - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sethaa/ -  Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Partials, full fursuits and fursuit parts (3D-printed masks).

Shagpoke Studios - https://www.patreon.com/ShagpokeStudios - Fursuit maker based in the UK, specialized in toony and semi-realistic fursuits. Fursuit parts, partials and full fursuits.

Silvena Handmade - http://silvenahandmade.com/  - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 500US$

SkunKitty Fursuits - https://www.skunkittyfursuits.com/  - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials and full fursuit .  Prices for a partial fursuit start at 600US$

Soul Creations  - https://soul-creations.de/  - Fursuit maker based in Germany, specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts and partial fursuits, fullsuits optional.  Prices for a fulll fursuit start at 2,400US$

Splinterfox Productions - https://www.facebook.com/SplinterFoxProductions/ -

Starry Kistune - https://www.starrykitsune.com/ -  Fursuit maker specialized in toony to semi-realistic fursuits. Partials, full fursuits and fursuit parts. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,500US$ 

Stoof Studios - https://www.facebook.com/StoofStudios/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony to plushy fursuits. Full fursuits.

Streifenschnauzer  - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/streifenschnauzer/ - Fursuit maker based in Bavaria (Germany), specialized in semi-realistic fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts and partial  fursuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 700US$.

Studio Pinali - http://www.pinali.net/ - Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in toony realistic and fantasy creature fursuits.

Stuffed Panda Studios - http://stuffedpandastudios.com/ -  Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in realistic and fantasy creature fursuits. Mostly partials and full fursuit. Prices for a full fursuit start at 3,600US$ 

Suitadile - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/suit-a-dile - Fursuit maker specialized in toony and plush fursuits. Mostly fullsuits.

Suits Fur The Soul  - https://tinyurl.com/ybg2g93z - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials, fullsuits and fursuit parts.

SuzamuriCreations - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/suzamuricreations -  Fursuit maker based in Russia, specialized in toony fursuits. Partials and full fursuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 1,900US$

Synthetic Style Creations  - https://tinyurl.com/yc9tlbvq  - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts and partial fursuits, fullsuits optional.

Tapapat Creations - http://tapapatcreations.com/index.php/en/352-2/ - Fursuit maker based in France, specialized in toony and fantasy creature fursuits. Partial and full fursuits. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 2,000US$ (hoofed fursuit example)

Templa Creations - http://www.templacreations.com/ - Fursuit maker based in Finland, specialized in toony to semi-realistic fursuits. Partials and full fursuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 3,000US$.

That's Furred Up! - http://thatsfurredup.com/index.html - Fursuit maker based in the USA, specialized in toony fursuits. Mostly partials and full fursuit. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,500US$.

TheKareliaFursuits - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thekareliafursuits/ - Fursuit maker based in Denmark (Europe), offering a toony/semi-toony style.

The Phoenix Nest - http://the-phoenix-nest.com/ -  Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Partial fursuits and fullsuits.  Prices for a full fursuit start at 3,000US$.

Toony Stuff Suits - https://tinyurl.com/ybaseovl - Fursuit maker based in germany, specialized in toony fursuits. Partial fursuits and fullsuits, fursuit parts.

Tsebresos - http://tsebresos.com/ - Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in toony fursuits. Partials and full fursuits, fursuit parts. Prices for a full fursuit start at 2,500US$.

Twinky Arts - http://www.twinkyarts.net/ - Fursuit maker specialized in toony fursuits. Fursuit parts, partials and full fursuits. Prices for full fursuit start at 3,800US$.

Twitchin' Whiskers - https://www.twitchinwhiskers.com/ -  Fursuit maker specialized in toony to semi-realistic fursuits. Mostly full fursuits, fursuit parts and partial fursuits.  Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,300US$.

Wanderlust Suits - https://www.wanderlustsuits.com/ - Fursuit maker based in USA, specialized in toony and semi-realistic fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts, partial fursuits and fullsuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 1,800US$.

Waw Fursuit And Co - https://www.facebook.com/WawFursuitAndCo/ - Fursuit maker based in France, specialized in toon fursuits. Fullsuits start at 1,0000US$.

West's Custom Creations - http://westscustomcreations.storenvy.com/ -  Fursuit maker specialized in toony to semi-realistic fursuits. Partial to full fursuits and rich collection of fursuit parts (resin and foam masks).

Wemightbite Costumes - https://www.facebook.com/WemightbiteCostumes/ - Fursuit maker based in the Netherlands

WhatsUpHotDog - https://www.wuhdfursuits.com/ - Fursuit maker based in California (USA), specialized in toony and semi-realistic fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts, partial fursuits and fullsuits. Prices for a full fursuit start at 3,500US$.

WMW66-Costumes - http://www.wmw66-costumes.com/ -  Fursuit maker based in the Czech Republic, specialized in toony to semi-realistic fursuits. Mostly partial fursuits. Prices for a partial fursuit start at 1,800US$.

WolfSkinSuiting - https://twitter.com/WolfSkinSuiting  - Fursuit maker specialized in toony and semi-realistic fursuits. Mostly fursuit parts and partial fursuits, fullsuits optional. Prices for a full fursuit start at 850US$.

Zuri Studios - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zuristudios - Fursuit maker based in Europe, specialized in toony and fantasy creature fursuits. Full fursuits.