#caleidoscop

[kaleidoscopevisualart]

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Digital kaleidoscope art is a type of digital art that uses the principles of kaleidoscopes to create symmetrical, repeating patterns. It is created by using software to manipulate images or shapes to create ever-changing patterns. Digital kaleidoscope art can be used to create a variety of different images, including abstract patterns, mandalas, and landscape scenes. It can also be used for a variety of purposes, including personal enjoyment, commercial use, and educational purposes.

Here are some of the characteristics of digital kaleidoscope art:

It is created using software to manipulate images or shapes.

It uses the principles of kaleidoscopes to create symmetrical, repeating patterns.

It can be used to create a variety of different images, including abstract patterns, mandalas, and landscape scenes.

It can be used for a variety of purposes, including personal enjoyment, commercial use, and educational purposes.

Digital kaleidoscope art is a relatively new art form, but it has quickly become popular due to its unique and visually appealing style. It is a great way to add a touch of creativity and whimsy to any space, and it can also be a fun and easy way to experiment with different art styles.

[zusplace]

Random Microscope Photo effect

@zusplace @kirsikeir

[unhonestlymirror]

Unpopular opinion, which we are not ready to talk about: Proto-Indo-European language never existed. As well as Proto-Slavic.

It should be rather a name for the collective image of all the languages ​​that existed back then on those territories(?) and whose names we just don't know now.

[cables-for-veins]

[morada-de-viajantes]

[ogamipukobye]

[septembergold]

lebeaumonde.artblogger

"Kaleidoscope" Date: 2011 Artist: Damián González (Cuban painter, born 1967) Location: Heritage Auctions, Dallas, Texas, USA

[horacioefren]

#caleidoscope #3dart #specialeffects #life #lifeisgood #lifequotes #lifestyle #lifehacks #people https://www.instagram.com/p/CfYG8QageNg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[justporo]

Bookcases

A comment and a comment reblog inspired a thought (thank you!) - @kruczecycki and @notabot2.

Let me try and paint a picture for you that I feel like might represent Astarion as well as his aesthetic:

Astarion always had had a thing for, well - things. But of course they weren't just things. They were works of art, they were memories, they were opportunities, they were collectibles.

And one of his favourite kinds of things had always been: books. So once he'd had the opportunity, he'd gotten bookcases - up to the ceiling, filling a whole wall. And maybe even a whole room sometime. Because they filled up so quickly.

It wasn't a single genre dominating but rather an eclectic collection of everything that peaked the vanpire's interest. Poetry, history, novels of all kinds (and of course every Drizzt book he could find), journals, collections of letters, even encyclopaedias.

To the untrained eye, it might have been nothing but chaos because it followed no definite order. But it wasn't a mess at all. Astarion always knew where everything was. For every book, he could tell you where and when he'd gotten it and give you at least an outline of what it was about.

Every single volume was always handled with care, no matter if it looked (and probably was) centuries old or was brand new. But still every book was meant to be taken out, to be read and experienced, not only to be looked at in its neat place high up on the shelf.

Between and in front of the books, where the space would allow, there were more things. Little things, pretty things. Things that were aesthetic to look at or things that reminded him of pleasant memories. A small bronze statue, a mechanical clock under a glass cover ticking away, a small portrait painting of no one really, a framed old map of Baldur’s Gate, pressed exotic flowers. In some places you had added little somethings for him as well: a plant maybe and a small painting you had gotten painted of the two of you, a neatly lettered version of his favourite poem in a frame.

Whenever you looked at Astarion's bookcases you were immediately ensnared, very much similar to how it felt with the man himself: you didn't even know where to look first. It felt like you could never posssibly take in all the beauty at once.

There was just so much interesting and beautiful stuff, so many intricate details, so many various titles. You could've easily gotten lost in every single one of them. And that was what added so much to the beauty: on the surface, it was incredible to look at, but it was so much more! There was also so much depth and such a caleidoscope of different aspects, each asking to be explored and admired. Every single one of them worthy of your undivided, loving attention.

You liked watching Astarion add more things to his bookcases, as much as to himself: new treasures, different pages, fresh ideas. And then you also loved to listen to him talk about his latest additions and why they were so interesting to him.

Another thing you enjoyed to do was to just look at the huge collection. Tilting your head to read all the titles and softly letting your fingertips wander over the spines: old and new, cracked and broken, smooth and flat. Then sometimes you would slide one of the huge tomes or several smaller books out of their designated places - you knew you were always welcome to go explore. You liked to snuggle up with them on a nearby seat, getting lost in them for a while with your legs swung over the side of the chair. Maybe find your way into a new world or looking at a new perspective of your own.

But it was even better when you did that together with Astarion. Let him suggest several different possible books to possibly pick. Watch his face light up when he started to talk about them.

And then snuggling up together on the couch, getting cosy and letting Astarion read something to you. Maybe learning something new, find about something you hadn't known before or just enjoying an absolutely made up story - and always learning about and starting to love a new aspect of your vampire.

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[seashelldom]

— TARDY ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Volume Three !

pairing: ao'nung x omaticaya na'vi fem!reader

genre: swearing?

synopsis: After you arrive at the Metkayina tribes, a certain someone happens to be interested in you? While taking swimming and breathing lessons your spirit grows closer to the ocean.. and to someone.

wc: 1.03k

a/n: enjoy !! extra fluff just how yall like it 😻

Ao'nung was taken aback by my comment. All of them suddenly backed off, and Ao'nung realized I wasn't like my siblings, I would stick up for myself. He saw me in a new aura and as we were leaving I saw his flustered face and bloodshot-red ears. I snickered loudly so that he would hear and said, "Cat got your tongue?". Then left with my siblings. "You're really something...", said Neteyam while smirking. "I know.", I replied because in fact I did know and I wasn't going to let some cute punk ruin my day. Wait. Cute? I don't know what's getting into me. I sighed loudly and then entered the marui. "It sure is different than the tents back home..", I muttered in an unpleasant voice. "Well, it's home now so make yourself comfortable.", Dad replied. From the rectangular opening on the ceiling and floor, the light would shine all around the marui like a caleidoscope. The island really was a sight, the ocean and homes, the locals, Ao'nung, the sand.. Wait. Ao'nung?? I really gotta stop. This kid was on my bad side. Bad. Side. What snapped me out of my thoughts was Tsireya. "It's time for your lessons ! Please join me, Rotxo, and Ao'nung on the beach!", she pridefully exclaimed. My ears perked up at the sound of his name. Neteyam definitely saw that. "This is gonna be fun..", I whispered foxily.

As we went to the beach to sit down and start the breathing lessons, I saw Rotxo nudging Ao'nung with his shoulder teasing him. I snickered and then sat down just like everyone else. We were doing some kind of breathing technique and I just blurted out dumbfoundedly, "I already know how to breathe, why are we learning this?" Tsireya was about to explain but then Ao'nung jumped at me with his words. "Not like that skxawng, you have to breathe from here." He suddenly placed his hands on my torso demonstrating how it was supposed to be done. I couldn't help but feel my heart racing once he set his hands on my stomach. My brain was set on how he was holding my body and I zoned out of what he was saying.

Shortly after, he moved closer, put one of his hands on my lower back, and said, "You have to have a good posture too when you're swimming and riding the ilu." His hands were cold but refreshing and a bit pruny because of all the water. The extra skin that was to help him swim, smoothly glided on my ribcage as he showed me some technique I wasn't even paying attention to. "Wanna show me again?", I said with a self-satisfied face and followed along with an obnoxiously attractive chuckle. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing in reality and quickly went back to his seat on the edge of the rock flustered. He wasn't even looking at me but his eyes were shooting hearts. It was cute at how flustered he could get after one sentence. Once we finished with the breathing lessons we went out to the ocean. I had always loved the ocean, at least from what I would see up from Ayram Alusìng ( aka. Hallelujah Mountains ) it was truly a sight. We went down to the water and started "swimming". We were basically just swinging our asses in the water but who's asking. Tsireya, Rotxo, and Ao'nung were pretty much a mile away when only two seconds in the water, they were professionals. And we were, eh. Then the three came up and Ao'nung said, "You're not good divers, maybe swinging through trees but-". He then shut up when Tsireya hit him on the back of his head. I giggled at the sight of that and he pouted, which made me giggle even more. I know he couldn't breathe when his sight was all fixed on me, he thinks I don't see it but I do. In the middle of our little romance, Neteyam was catching on to every little hint. After we got out of the water I was soaking wet. My loincloth was a bit wrinkled but I could dry it. Suddenly the sun came out and every part of me was glistening. My hair was shiny and looked smooth, but needed to be dried.

Mind you, at this moment you were shining like a goddess. And once Ao'nung stepped out of the water he was stunned and couldn't look away. Anyway, back to the plot.

All of us were then sunbathing on the beach to dry off and then get on with other activities and chores. Neteyam was sleeping, Loak and Tsireya were talking (flirting actually but who's asking??), Rotxo and Kiri were conversing looking at pretty shells. And then there was me and Ao'nung.

I was roughly squeezing out the water from my braids, and couldn't seem to get all the water out. I had done this all the time with Tuk but couldn't from behind. Ao'nung let out a deep sigh and came on over to me. "Here. Let me help.", he said in a soft tone. He gently touched my hair and dried every last bit. I was sitting on the warm sand in a 'laying down' position with my hands holding me up so that he could dry off my hair. He picked out every piece of seaweed and massaged my scalp to get out any sand that was stuck. "Mmm.. that's nice.", I mumbled in a comforting voice and he faintly chuckled. Along with the light waves, the sand, the sun, and the local behind us playing a happy melody on their ukulele. We both nodded off, hand in hand. He was slightly holding my torso ( like the big spoon ) to keep my secure from the back and I was holding his hand. My tail wrapping around his leg and we gently fell asleep.

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© seashelldom 2023 ; all rights reserved ; do not translate, copy, claim my work as your own, or repost on another site.

[kaleidoscopevisualart]

📺🎶 Watch it on https://youtu.be/k6YwIxf-NgA

[garadinervi]

Giliane Cachin, Claudia Caviezel: Caleidoscope, Museum für Gestaltung Zürich, September 1, 2023 – January 7, 2024

[stupidsexpotflanders]

Why is Piper with caleidoscope eyes and Hazel with golden eyes racist but non mixed black Annabeth with blond hair and grey eyes okay?

I say that as a black woman who has always loved Hazel's and Piper's eyes because they give USAmerican magical girls vibes and fit with their powers,IMO(golden eyes for the girl with mineral powers,and Piper's eyes being a specle for Aphrodite's spontaneous shapeshifting). Besides,black and indigenous girls never needed "different" features to be sexualized and/or considered ugly,centuries of discrimination,exploitation and societal prejudice did enough to have their natural features being othered(I was mocked in grade school due to my 4a hair texture,for example). Of course,as I'm not Cherokee,there might be some cultural nuances I'm missing when it comes to Piper. That's why my favourite Hazel fanarts are the ones where she has coily hair,dark skin,wide nose,thick lips and golden eyes.

On the other hand,I dislike the idea of show-inspired Annabeth being blonde because I've always hated the whole "grey-eyed blond cabin". Like,why are they like that? If the blond cabin was Apollo,for example,it might make more sense. Children of the sun god,golden theme. Either that,or the Poseidon cabin,lol. King of the oceans,sandy-blond hair(why does Luke,of all people,have sandy blond hair? I'm right on my Roman Legacy headcanon,but wrong on the deity? I've insisted on Venus and Fortuna for too long,lol). If Annabeth is a dark-skinned,non-mixed girl,there would be little to no reason for her to be blonde. In fact,I'd give Athena kids "scheming/overthinking-resting faces",just like children of Hermes have mischievous,elvic faces.

[thunder-threnodies]

Hello!!! would you mind doing a 🌹 for Elias possibly please? They enjoy flirting, and spending time around people! They deeply enjoy going through the actions and symbolism of romance, even if they don't really feel attraction. This is absolutely a favorite time of year for them!!

here's their Bio!: https://www.tumblr.com/the-dye-stained-socialite/729007131094908928/character-bio-elias-leroux-name-title-elias?source=share

The Captain knocks gently on your door, a box full of chocolate sweets, frosted with carefully harvested Honey.

"From my personal collection of lost Dreams, for you. I suggest you'd have one or two tonight, before bedtime. Dreams are shy and fragile, my dear, better let them come to you at their own pace." they seem to be a little hesitant, then smiles a little, a warm and crooked smile.

"Some of them are not just from my personal collection but they're personal. Hope you'll like them, Elias dear. Shall we go?"

The Captain keeps easily your pace, enjoying the light chatting. They always keep an eye on you, as if studying your expressions or the effect something they said had on you. They make way gallantly for you, splitting a crowd of Zailor a little too happy to be back in London with a bow and gesture of their hand. They seem pretty at home here, at the Docks and Elias can't help but wonder where are they headed, as the false-night creeps slowly in.

Some false-stars begin to shine a little more brightly as if the real night had fallen upon London, when the Captain stops near the Dock; they sit with their feet dangling lightly off the edge as they show to Elias some of the Constellation they use to navigate the troubled waters both of the Unterzee and the heart: some of those are deeply tied to loss and pain but also joy and love.

"That one is the Everquesting Knight. Bound to Search for their Desire but never reaching it. And the Zee Beast, over there. And ah... don't trust those stars over there..." each explanation comes in a soft voice, not a trace of the usual salt air in it.

Then it's time for some fun action, as they lead you to a nearby warehouse, all decorated in all the Neathbow colour: bright coloured lamps create a caleidoscope of illusions on the floor.

It seems like they know everyone and you spend the next few hours between music, group dances (it's sort of magnetic and hypnotizing how so many burly people can move in sync and with such grace. Their zee legs influence the way they move in a mesmerizing pull-and-push style of dance)

In between the dances the Captain introduces you to some of the most WILD zailors they know, proud and happy to be in your company tonight.

Occasional show offs of physical strenght and brawls start on the now emptied dance floor, like arm-wrestling and even swashbuckling as if the whole warehouse transformed into some sort of wild and strange zee-themed circus.

The air is so full of joy and shared emotions, you lose sight of the Captain for a while and when they return to you, they're holding a small figurine, masterfully carved out of stygian ivory: it is clearly meant to represent you, in every minute detail of your outfit, laughing or perhaps singin.

As the night grows old, the party doesn't seem to be willing to wind out soon, Francis Dargor asks you if you'd like to see something secret: there's a room in the tallest spire of the Bazaar in which they can senak in and there, they keep a certain item that will shine a new light on London, if you're willing to come with them.

They open up a pathway through a mirror, big and wide, forgotten in a corner of the Dock and you end up in a room where the walls are all silvered mirrors: two doors on opposing walls the only things breaking the mesmerizing views of Parabola. One of the door is open and you can see a small balcony on the other side; the Captain is waiting out there with a small telescope in hand, waiting for you.

Through it, you can barely see the Bazaar but oh so many lights! Small fires or stars are crawling and entwine in the streets of London!

"See those? Those are Love stories. People who love and are loved."

You'd swear that for the briefest moment, the Captain was RADIANT.

For the last couple of hours, the two of you look at London through that telescope trying to figure out the strange dance of all these stars, what kind of love could be moving them.

Once you're back home, you open up the box of chocolate and pick up one to try; it's slightly warm and it tastes like cherry liquor.

That night you dream of a young man, green eyes and dark blonde hair and a number of small, sweet moments with him: a stroll under starlight, real starlight, a game of chess with finely crafted pieces; blue and white and black and red. A playful chase under the sun, golden hair shining so bright.

The next morning you find a small hand mirror, with an inscription all around its frame and a note:

"To all Love its Light, to all Zailor their Dream." says the inscription

"Thank you so much for the night. It'll be a precious memory and a little light I'll bring with me in my voyages. Yours truly, Captain Francis Dargor Morgan."

The envelope smalls vaguely like zee salt, old wood and candles, a kiss imprinted in peligin in the corner. From your window you can see their galleon departing and you can't help but wonder which light will guide them back to London this time...

[tremendoustenderness]

Hard-cutting from the "We're conjoined" confession to the most elaborate caleidoscopic lesbian sex scenes where the two involved appear conjoined in the literal sense was such an iconic move

Fellas, is it gay to be conjoined to someone? The answer is apparently yes.

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET FOURTEEN - ROUND ONE - MATCH SIX

"Matroser i Gröna Lund (Sailors in Gröna Lund)" (1917 - Gösta Adrian-Nilsson (GAN)) / "Gielda Plakatu" (1982 - Franciszek Starowieyski)

SAILORS IN GRÖNA LUND: I was never a huge fan of cubism but when I saw this painting I think I Got It for the first time. There is something about the promise of the modern world which is at once sharp and clear and angular, yet difficult to read and caleidoscopic. GAN was a homosexual man in the modern city and the city enabled him and many queers with him to access and cultivate an early queer identity. The city and the body of the object of desire becomes one and the same. Anonymous, archetypical, vivid. (@skeppsbrott)

GIELDA PLAKATU: this art looks like how gender dysphoria feels. it rules so hard. look at it it's so fucked up (@femmeterypolka)

("Matroser i Gröna Lund" (Sailors in Gröna Lund) is a painting by Gösta Adrian-Nilsson also known as GAN. It measures 65 x 55 cm (25.6 x 21.7 in).

“Gielda Plakatu” is a poster by Polish artist Franciszek Starowieyski.)