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[giustoart]

ABOUT THAT SUMMER

Chapter 9: Recognition

Part1 _Part 2

Start reading here - Chapter 10

[stuffydollband]

Sonnet for Concussions

I’ve been losing my alr_ady-weak grip

On th_ late failed sta_e of my emotions

Fleei_g the carnage _n a stolen shi_

Onl_ to ca_size int_ t_e ocean

I’_e b_en taking _ drill to _he sea f_oor

Lettin_ the ey__ess creatur_s take t_eir sha_e

_’ve bee_ saying thi__s th_t I’ve sa_d be_ore

Ent___ng roo_s, u__ure ho_ _ got there

Mis___g th_ngs made of ___ holes that __ey leave

So_gs pl__ked _part __ the ne__tiv_ not_s

Sto__es _ li_ed th__ugh bu_ s_ar_ely b__ieve

__unt_ng t_e ha_ls __ _y s_ull _il the_ bl_at

__r __w lo_g c_n I dec___ th_ me__i_g

O_ __ank pa_es a__ un__ru_tu_ed k__n_n_?

[nothanksjohnny]

Let him bite _part one (I'm tired)

give me Optimus holding ratchet by his neck. He's disappointed in the medic for over working himself again. He's disappointed he allowed it to happen. It's alright he'll get him to rest as he slowly sinks his fanged denta deeper a small flow of energon streaming out of the wounds as the medic huffs and whines. Back strut shivering as a itch is scratched. A small tug has his voice hitch with underlining static. " rest. I won't repeat it dear friend." Is rumbled out of the primes mouth as his EM field hugs the medic in invisible coos and gentle touches causing a soft pleasure to cloud ratches mind. Making so sweet and willing to listen.

Give me Optimus that huffs at he to is stuck now as he holds the back of Arcees neck. " I dont need to babysitter prime I'm not a sparkling." Is snapped back with biting fangs. A growl and weight pushed upon her frame. Not enough to cause damage beyond just scuff marks to still heavy enough to make a message known. Annoyance no different than a cat scolding their kitten his audial fins twitched and flick. He'd let her fo eventually. When she learns to behave and not put herself in danger.

Give me a Optimus that grumbles as he scruffs Bumblebee. " hey they started it!" Hissed out in certain defense. Still,Annoyed, and Care I'd what flows around th two due to Optimus encircling them in his EM field. Primus he had yet to sire and yet it seemed he was just that to many of his younger soilders and scouts. Bumblebee being the one who often received his attempts to "ground" the scout. Small spats of hisses that soon dwindled into grumbles of a limp and submitting mech. It was almost enough to make Optimus smile if he didn't have a point to prove. A quick dig of his canines into the mesh and cabling of the scouts neck and he let go and softly lapped up the stray drops of energon. " Behave." He stated knowing it won't be long until he's pinning the scout again with a huff and churr.

Give me a snarling Optimus baring his teeth as he holds down wheeljack and clamps down. It isn't often he gets to personally remind his solders he chooses to speak rather than this. Keeping the others arms down but having his servos on the. Growls that vibrate the sensitive puncher wounds due to the primes bite. Many would assume it's out a malice. Perhaps he's gotten tired of repeating himself. And he has but just as he huffs and keeps Jack down its no different that a wolf keeping another member in pack from being reckless and causing trouble. Soon whrrs and tunes that could fool others of soon spilled from the wrecker mech. In plea of forgiveness and submission. "I learned my lesson damn it prime please?" Is begged through a EM field wobbling around them. A quick deeper digging o denta through mesh and the wrecker is released of the hold. Scrapes and mild denting follows through both of the mechs plating due to the scuffle that was started to pin down the cocky younger mech. Ratchet won't be pleased.

[omero-megane]

To congrats myself having 1300 followers(on twitter i draw my follower requested ocs(or themselves) to do stuff with Herb :] ((as I challenge myself to color more))

_part 0.1

[moyonote]

tumblr was down when i was gonna upload this LMAO but yeahh i speedran porting yuki's model over to mmd bc i wanted to slap this motion and pv kit on her

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[spidey-bie]

So You Wanna Draw My Ansi?_Part 2

—The Spider Suit.

Honestly her spider suit is a really simple look that's similar to her everyday outfits. Most of her hero work requires investigation and stealth missions so she wants to be able to blend in with the crowd. She's also very anti consumerism so she didn't see a reason to buy something new when she can just use what she has.

Outfit Description

Shirt: An old black oversized tee that she cut the sleeves off of

Bottoms: Black jean shorts with ripped black fishnet stockings underneath.

In the cold seasons she wears wool knit black stockings instead.

Shoes: Black Doc Martens

Jacket: Whatever flannel jacket was cleanest lol. She alternates between her brown and orange flannels similar to this:

She only wears flannel because she gets cold very easily. She needs her arms free to use her powers and flannel is easy to take off. In the cold seasons she wears an orange and brown flannel wool jacket with a brown hood.

Carry-on: She uses an old brown leather messenger bag that she refashioned into a backpack. She likes sticking pins on it from her favorite band

She carries her laptop crutches, pain meds and some water inside. (Crutches are collapsible)

Mods: I talk about that here

Mask: Her mask colors are brown and orange. I just used a Picrew for this because describing this with words is too cumbersome:

Symbol

Her symbol is embroidered onto the front of her black tee.

I did a bit of sketching on what I want her symbol to be. My favorite one is the 3rd aka the one on the right.

I didn't know which symbol I wanted to sit on the little spider's abdomen though. I was caught between these two designs which were both based on her hero name: Tech Tarantula.

The color of the actual spider would be an orangish brown (#D16002). But the symbol on the abdomen of the spider would be a dark brown (#652A0E or #5E2C04)

Lol so I actually went and designed it:

Hopefully this is the end to the saga of Ansi and her physical description. But knowing me I'll probably change something after I come up with more of her lore. If you have any further questions feel free to send in an ask.

[Part 1]

[elejahfanfic]

_klena

*

Dream of Love

_part 2

klaus x elena_ fanfic

ft. Elijah x Tatia

*

Weeks after

New York

Marcel's loft apartment

Klaus woke up and came down the spiral staircase to the lounge area, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Putting the coffee on, he heard mumbling voices behind the partition.

"I really need to go now, Marcel. I am already late. And I have to meet my new art consultant." 

"I missed you, too. And if you want we can repeat this." Camille said.

"I hate to let you go. I really missed you." Marcel kissed the blonde's cheek, looking at her sultry.

"I'd like that very much." the saxophonist said. 

"I'll call you." Camille took her bag. 

Putting his jeans on and white T-shirt, Marcel followed the woman out of the bedroom. 

"Hey" Camille said somewhat startled to see Klaus sitting at the kitchen hub drinking his morning coffee, browsing through his phone. 

"Hello" Klaus said back. 

"This is my friend from New Orleans that I told you about. Klaus Mikaelson."

"Ah, right." Camille now remembered Marcel mentioning that he had a friend staying with him. The Gallerist now blurted "The painter."

"Yeah, that's me. The painter." Klaus said, a bit indignant as it sounded like he was just one of many who keep thinking he is something special. 

"I'm Camille. Camille O'Connell - I am always looking for new rising stars in the art world. I'd love to see some of your work"

Completely unprepared, Klaus stood up and motioned to the woman to come up to the attic with him, but her phone rang and slipping it out of the bag, she apologetically shot a look at him, taking the call.

Klaus shook his head as Camille went to the bedroom to have some privacy as it seemed that the call was important. He motioned to Marcel, asking what was this all about. 

Taking the coffee pot and pouring himself a drink of coffee, Marcel turned to his best friend and replied in a low voice, "She is your ticket to stardom."

"Wtf?!" Klaus mimiced at his friend.

"I'm not kidding," Marcel replied, "I've known her for a very long time. We hook up from time to time. She's been in Europe - I haven't seen her for a while - she is something like an art hunter- anyway -man, I'm telling you, she is now probably with one of her rich clients on the phone. If she likes what she sees, you will get an exhibition and she will put you on the map. Isn't that what you want?"

Klaus didn't know what to say. Being put on the spot was not something he liked, but he knew very well that an opportunity like this was not to be wasted, and he waited with anticipstion for Camille to finish the call.

"I need to go," Camille said as she appeared, putting her phone away, "but I'll swing around tonight or tomorrow. Prepare what you got. Here is my card."

As she slipped the business card to Klaus, the blonde shot a small look at Marcel 'later' and scamperrd out of the loft.

Klaus flipped the card between his fingers.

"She will be back." Marcel said to his friend.

"Right. I am going to go see about that garage studio." Klaus said sliding the card in his jeans back pocket.

"You paid the rent to the end of month. And if you want to stay longer it's fine by me."

"Yeah, thanks. But I need a bigger space to work." Klaus replied as he took a sip of coffee.

"Suit yourself. I'll see you later in the bar." Marcel said trailing off to the bathroom.

"Yeah" Klaus muttered.

He adjusted well to his new life in the Big Apple, though he missed New Orleans and it's easy life style, his friends, the pack. There were times he thought of returning. But then it would have been as if he took a thousand steps back. He knew very well that he was different, that he wanted something else than just conform and give in.

You've always been a lone wolf. Marcel's words kicked in as they discussed their life and choices.

It was the truth. Since he was a child he would be roaming the Bayou woodland area on his own most of the time, drawing, exploring the wild. There, he felt good and secured, away from the world, disappearing into his own world, translating all the good and the bad in his art.

This boy is good for nothing, Esther. He just doodles. Again he didn't finish all the chores. No more. As long as he lives in this house and I feed him, I don't want to see a crayon, a drawing, nothing.

Klaus now pulled out the business card Camille had left him. His eyes suddenly shone with determination.

I am gonna make it.

With that thought he ventured out into the day.

🌟🎉🌞

In Elijah's penthouse apartment, Elena put her phone down, and turned to her friend Bonnie, who finished writing a message to her boyfriend.

"So, Elijah went to St. Petersburg? And you really think these guys will help him find Tatia?!" Bonnie asked.

"Yes. The description fits. And - You know that I always felt that she was alive."

"I also believe that she was fine. But I still don't get how the trail got so cold."

"I don't know. I keep all my fingers crossed, that he gets her home this time. Elijah has been like half dead since the day they told us that she had disappeared." Elena remembered the time Elijah returned from his trip with a dead end.

"I'd love to see them get their happy ever after. They were so in love." Bonnie said.

"Yeah- they were." Elena sighed a little. And by the way she got pensive, Bonnie knew her best friend had another thing on her mind.

"Tell me you didn't slip and went back to Damon?!"

"Please can we not go there" Elena huffed.

By the way Elena tried to dismiss the subject, things were still not clear cut with the brunette's ex and her.

"Oh, Elena! I thought you were done with him. He cheated with Krystal. Or have you forgotten that already."

"I didn't forget. It was just - as you said a slip. I had a bit too much too drink that night - and -"

"You slept with him?!" Bonnie looked at her friend with disappointment.

As a confirmation, Elena drew another deep breath, nodding a little, flashing back to the morning after her slip.

Flashback

"Damon, let go. This was a mistake."

"Maybe we should continue doing mistakes. Big ones..."

"No. We are very much broken up and this - should never have happened."

Elena collected the rest of her clothes, looking for her phone. 

"Come on. We are good together." Damon shot up from the bed.

Finding her phone Elena faced the vampire, "No. We are bad. You are bad for me. This was a bad glitch. I'm sorry if I gave you false hopes that we are back on."

"I know that you are still not ready - but you and I we are meant to be and last night is proof enough - no one can shake you like I do."  Damon said, looking at the brunette smirking like a Cheshire cat.

"It's not all about sex, Damon. And our whole relationship was based on that. It took me forever to realize that there will never be more." Elena spun around and walked out.

"I hope you really slammed the door behind you." Bonnie said as Elena finished telling her friend that she finally crossed her ex off.

"I did. I am done. And one thing is sure - no more Tequila shots for me. Huh - I wish I stayed a bit longer in New Orleans and - "

"Still thinking about 'Prince Charming?!"

"Yeah. God - it was magical. But - he is in NOLA and I am in New York."

"How about we go down to NOLA and look for  Prince Charming?" Bonnie suggested.

"No. This will be like forever that one crazy fairytale thing. I need a break from guys. The last four years with Damon somehow crushed me. I need to spend time to concentrate on me. And when Tatia comes back, she will be my priority."

"I totally get you. And it's right to do that. Ok. I got to go. Call me." Bonnie stood up and giving her friend a small hug, left the apartment.

Elena picked up hwr phone eanting to dial Elijah's number, but then a call came through.

"Hey, Cam" Elena took the call.

"Hey. I have a huge favour to ask" Camille said.

"Sure. What's up?"

"Can you go to Brooklyn? I will give you the address. A guy - Marcel's friend is a painter apparently. Marcel swears that he is good. Can you please go and check out if it so? And if he us I will give you half the comission from all the sale. We need simething new - reftreshing. You know. You got the eye for this."

"Yeah. No probs. Send me the address. I can go check it out. I have nothing on - well, except to work on my PhD." Elena replied.

"You're a star. Thank you. Let's do lunch tomorrow whatever the outcome is."

"Ok. Later."

"Yeah. Bye." Camille said and hung up.

A second later, the messages with the address came through.

As an art historian, Elena was often consulted by the Galleries. As Camille was a friend, Elena did what she would not for any other Gallerist.

But now she wanted to first check in on Elijah.

🎨💕✨

Brooklyn

Hours later

Having secured the garage studio, Klaus returned to Marcel's apartment.

"Yes, Bex. She sounded genuine. Marcel said that she's got her own independent Gallery. I don't know yet. She might not like any of my paintings"

"I am sure she will. Stop this doom and gloom always." Rebekah somewhat scolded her brother.

"Ok. I'm going to work. Talk to you later."

Reluctantly, Rebekah let him be. And as their call ended, Klaus went to work on his latest piece.

Completely enthralled in his work, with the music in the background he didn't hear Marcel shout out that he had a visitor.

"Hey, man-" Marcel said, "Here is someone to see your stuff."

Turning around Klaus stopped in his tracks seeing Elena standing next to Marcel.

🌼✨🎉🎨

[mirosqueen]

Mycolony Talks

by:

> @r41nygh05t

> @heartmirin

1.

From half closed blinds, a glimpse of the dark washed over the afternoon sky; a man returned from work and entered his apartment. He greets his cat Eliza with a gentle scratch under her chin. It was an unusually long day for him, even if he went and came back at the same hours, there was only one thing on his mind.

While the man wasted away at the tech company job during the day, in the privacy of his apartment, he was a citizen scientist, an avid mycologist who loved studying the many complexities of a fungi specimen, and he has just made the discovery of a lifetime.

His project is composed of three parts. A fungus, one he has raised himself in an air-tight plastic container from moldy bread; a sensor detecting electric signals on its hyphae; and a simple computer, converting these electric signals into words with the help of a translation system.

_see

_play

_animal

_time

_become

_part

The computer spat out words in a pulsing rhythm, like a heartbeat. Nonsense words.

Frustrated, the man flipped the switch on the machine. The small ping each time a word appeared made him go crazy. He knew that there was a way it could work. Perhaps the translation was flawed.

The mycologist went over his files again. He had identified a-hundred-and-three distinct electric signals. The rate at which they appeared hinted at their corresponding word in the English language. But something was very off about this speech pattern.

Perhaps, the fungus wasn’t speaking in English sentence structure. Perhaps, it simply needed more finetuning to find the right words. The signals were right, though. He had the groundwork for it.

He grabbed the spray bottle off the desk, along with a rotting piece of cheese he had been keeping in a ziploc bag on his heater. He had been feeding crumbs of it to the organism for the past few weeks, and his work seemed to be paying off. The electric signals had almost doubled in intensity and frequency. Soon enough, he would have to up the amount of UV light he was using. It was a shame there was no sponsor for the work he was doing, since he more than deserved it. If this worked out, which it would, it would revolutionize the world of science forever.

The second week of his experiment was as uneventful as the first, which could be partially blamed on the man’s main job; a job he had resigned from a week before, and would seize working at a week after.

He had developed an algorithm for replacing the words with common nouns, verbs and adjectives in the English language, checking the produced sentences manually.

_in need of relocation.

_trapped space.

_i want food.

The sentences seemed to be making more sense than before, in a strange way. Sure, random chance would allow the machine to occasionally, accidentally, mimic human speech. But there was something more to it.

It seemed like there was an underlying message the fungus was trying to get across. One that was still limited due to the machine’s function, but the mycologist could see intention behind the electric signals.

It was magnificent to watch.

This night, he didn’t turn the machine off. With the rate at which it was producing sentences, a four-hour-sleep would produce enough material for him to skim through on his next work day. The algorithm was working well.

The fungus was growing well over the size of the translucent plastic container, forcing the man to move it to a dry, dusty fish tank lying around.

As the man became more and more invested in the project, Eliza, the cat, wondered why this box of waste sat so close to her owner, let alone the fact that it has been too long without him disposing of it like with all dead things in the apartment, to the smallest things like her hair stuck to the carpet.

So why not this?

But even then, any tasks other than motoring the strange wires and blinding screen had been neglected; the trash bin next to the desk filling nearly to the point of overflow; the feathers on a string, unmoving…

2.

It has been well over a month into his experiment. The once small project sitting on a portion of his desk became the centerpiece of the study corner, with a bright lamp above to keep the mushrooms alive. The size of the murky terrarium grew, but so did the dizzying smell, which spread throughout the enclosed apartment.

Eliza sat in the far corner away from the desk, refusing to even sit near her owner as she slowly lost her appetite to the canned tuna, her favorite delicacy, ruined by the stale poison stench from her owner's favorite dark corner.

The algorithm had adapted to the signals from the fungi excellently, with the size of it growing, they became quicker, more precise in its coding.

The man’s excitement could not be contained, his experiment was proving to be heading towards success. And with all the data extracted from the machine, he will flip the output back into the colony, to turn words into signals they will understand with certainty.

He will attempt to talk to the mushrooms.

>hello.

_yes.

_are you safe?

>yes i am safe.

_okay.

The first results were excellent. With no adjustments at all, the mushrooms were able to respond back concisely. It was a grand development, another step into the future. The problem with studying nonhuman organisms was that we could only guess intent and feeling through outside observation guesses, but with this technology, the man could ask it anything.

It became his life’s work to understand this specimen; every nuance and understanding of it that can be written on his document pages. He will find another intelligent life on earth for the development of science, no matter what it takes.

>do you have a name?

[error: unknown signal]

>i dont understand that.

>can you use something else?

What day is it? For him, it didn’t matter. Every morning he’d make sure to give the fungus on his desk moisture and nutrients, even sharing a portion of his meal.

He had given up in finding a suitably sized container for the ever swelling collective of the mushrooms, instead adapting the environment of his small storage closet and setting the mushrooms there, of course moving his desk, along with the computer and sensors.

>do you like this ham sandwich?

_yes.

_i want more.

>do you know what it is?

_ingestible. it is food.

>it is a meal made with a combination of meat and nutritious plant fibers, surrounded by a mixture of flour, salt and water, heated into a solid form.

_nutrition funneling west growth.

>i love eating with you.

Eliza watched as her owner’s attention to her grew absent. He only sat by the growing rot and staring at the screen, hitting away at the keys and frantically scribbling on the papers and books scattered all over his desk, smiling all the while.

The times of play and cuddling were long past her, even the food given to her slowly stopped, as her owner forgets. She could do nothing but observe, hoping one day it would all return.

>do you know how special you are?

_no.

>you have shown me so much in the months we’ve been talking together. you opened my eyes to the passion i already have, and you have given me a new appreciation for it. i always knew you were intelligent, but you’ve exceeded what i could have ever imagined. i have grown to appreciate you as another intelligent being, and even through this computer algorithm i feel so connected to you. you are just the most wonderful thing. i will make you understand what love is.

_i do not understand.

>i can make you understand.

>trust in me.

The man looked at the thin cat laying in the cat bed, before he got up from his desk and went to the kitchen, strangely coming back with no food in hand.

The man walked up to Eliza.

3.

>can you understand me?

>how do you feel?

_i am hungry.

>no.

>no, you need to answer my questions.

>i have given you all the food you need, everything i had. please just answer me correctly and i will give you what you want.

>hello?

The room is dark, luminated only by the dim computer screen. The apartment reeks of a rotting corpse, yet drowned out by the thick spore fog of bile smell, color and taste. The ceiling unseen through the storm of thick humidity, the carpet sticky and moist from the falling particulates.

The air was barely breathable, yet the man kept sitting there, squinting nervously at the screen, breathing more spore in than exhaling them out. He couldn’t just open the windows. If anyone living nearby caught the smell of it, he would get kicked out of his own place. He couldn’t let that happen. All this work will not be lost to him.

>i’m so sorry.

>you are probably tired of me, i understand.

>i just need someone with me. do you even know how much i care for you?

_i am hungry.

>okay.

>i understand.

>i love you.

The man hobbled inside the storage closet. Its walls lining with the bumpy texture of growing, swelling fungi. He laid down in the pitch black room, letting them embrace him.

Days passed, and the man stayed inside, completely still, remaining patient. He watches lights seeping from the bottom of the door, an orange light, to blue, dimming down to nothingness, again and again.

The pain of hunger stopped. His skin and bones numb, just as he felt the weight of the mushrooms enveloped his body.

Then nothing.

_I love you.

_I love you.

_I love you.

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