#coocooning

[laurierthefox]

Bonjour a toustes et bonne grève !

On fait une petite pause douceur (avant de repartir à la bagarre) avec les illustrations que je réalise pour ma mécène qui à pris l'abonnement "Arbre Vénérable" sur Patreon. Comme d'habitude cette illustration est faite sous Manga Studio et la prochaine que je posterais sera en tradi' au crayon de couleur.

Elles on été réalisées en Septembre, je n'ai eu aucune indication (donc carte blanche) et je voulais rendre une chaleur cocooning typique de l'automne ou il fait doux, mais un peu brumeux et frais. On commence à porter le pyjama en pilou, boire du thé, chercher des châtaignes... (Alors que dans la réalité au même moment il faisait 25° ^^' ).

J'espère que cela vous plairas, n'hésitez pas à me dire ce que vous en pensez en commentaire !

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Je posterais régulièrement d'autres illustration déjà vu en avant-première par mes mécènes.

Si vous voulez me soutenir c'est par ici : https://www.patreon.com/LaurierTheFox

[lordsardine]

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[talesfromtrails]

If you are a player of Pokemon Go then the Wurmple may either just enrage you or make you smile. This is a very simple video showing the evolution of Wurmple in Pokemon Go on the iphone.

#pokemongo

[roadkilledretard]

oh my gd the idea of god tiering being a metamorphosis for trolls. die on your quest bed and your body becomes a cocoon from which your realized self shall emerge. they get wings after all, why not make it buggy in other regards.

[take-everything-you-can]

Its 5:35 am ...... I am just now getting home.

I hate overnights yet I was made for them 😭

[kestrel-of-herran]

there's sooooo much meaning in mark turning and walking back towards helly and so many layers to the scene in terms of both emotions and narrative implications.

up to this point they both thought they were about to die. mark would get gemma out of lumon for his outie, turn into him and wait on his mercy to be sucked into his consciousness in a capacity that might render him into nothing more than an echo or a ghost, and helena would never turn back into helly because mark scout and gemma would expose lumon and terminate the innies' existance. mark s. is staring at this oblivion when he's staring at the door and the woman he doesn't recognize calling out for a version of him that needs him only for the labor he can provide for him in dulling his pain and earning his money and rescuing his wife.

when the red lights turn on over helly she thinks it's already over, that mark got gemma out and she'll never get to see him again. britt said the alarm reminds her of her escape attempt at the staircase, so this is where she runs to on impulse, for the slightest chance she might be able to see him again.

when she calls out his name it's just a single word to all of gemma's cries and pleas, but it's the only time in this scene when "mark" denotes him, the innie. her voice and the sight of her at the end of the corridor ground him back to himself, remind him he is a person, he has people who care about him and love him and want him because of who he is, not who he could be, and that he has things he wants and people he doesn't want to lose. he might have nothing in this world built just to control him but he has this choice and he has her and their love.

when he starts walking to helly he's made that choice with every atom of his body, but she still doesn't understand, she's thinking maybe he wants to tell her something, maybe he's coming just to say goodbye. it only hits her fully when she sees his expression, all the love and desire and rapture there, all the feeling in his heart, that this is real, that he's making this choice, which means she's not about to die and she's not about to lose him. the girl who didn't want to live half a life has become the only thing he wants to live for. it's this sublime moment of disbelief and relief at the enormity of salvation that can be achieved through your actions when you didn't ever hope you could be saved.

and then he takes her hand, and nothing exists in the world but them anymore. the world was built for lovers all along. he looks at her like he wants to drink her in and she finally lets herself have it, lets herself feel joy and pride and this conviction, my love mine all mine, nothing in the world belongs to me but my love does. and triumph, too, she chose well, she gave her heart to him and he's more than worthy of having it, and love as a source of power and lust for life, if it's the two of them against the world nothing can stand in their way.

the music is enormously important here, it coocoons them in their emotional journey, shelters them from the incomprehensible anguish of the outsider. this moment is only for them, their connection something they built and earned and will continue to fight for, independently and in spite of every controlling entity in their lives.

it's an action that is also a statement, a discovery and definition and actualization of self, i'm this kind of person, i'm the kind of person who wouldn't lose you. it's a rubicon moment, a point of no return which is the start of time, a line whose crossing will remap their world.

what he did is life-defining for both of them, the choice to put themselves and their love first, the choice to say i am a person worthy of life and joy and agency. the triumph of the human spirit over the dehumanization of the dystopian narrative.

[asce-of-hearts]

Sunday with prompt 🍖 please!!!!

For love

Contents: Yandere!Sunday with prompt: 🍖

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WARNINGS: SOFT YANDERE, IMPRISIONMENT/KIDNAPPING.

"You have wings, don't you feel like its cruel to clip mine?" Your voice is a soft murmur, a plead for him to listen to you. "Didn't you say somebody had made you see that caging birds was a cruel act?" He understands the analogy, your ankle chained with a pretty golden cuff, tied to a chain in golden as well, which is connected to another intricate set of chains that allow you to roam around the enormous room he keeps you in.

"Yet you're no bird," He answers, turning to look at you, fixing his gloves. Your form is soft and pliant over the bed, calling for him. But he will resist, for now. He has always been great at resisting temptation. "Some treasures are too precious to remain unkept, some need... personalized attentions and rigorous plans to keep them in pristine shape, to keep them safe away from prying eyes and unworthy hands." He cups your face, his touch gentle, even if you can see the golden cuffs that he wears underneath his sleeves, with thorns, designed to hurt him. Your gaze softens.

"I'm no bird, and I'm no treasure, and I wish to loose the chains, Sunday."

"You will not," He presses his finger to your lips, eyes very wide, focused on you completely. "Do not ask for impossibles. Even if the world out there was perfect enough for you to roam around freely without any dangers, I would still choose to keep you here. In my private little paradise, where no harm or ill can befall you."

You sigh, looking away and pulling out of his touch.

"Why, Sunday?"

"Why? Because of love, ___. You have to understand, my sweet angel. There's... I have greater plans, a greater mission, and I cannot risk it compromising because I'm too worried about your safety, your loyalty, your wellbeing," He comes closer to you, enveloping your body in a coocoon of body heat and expensive cologne. "Everything has a purpose, a meaning. Everything I do, I do for you... my love. Can't you understand?" One of his hands traces the contour of your hips, and your lashes flutter.

"I understand." You whisper reluctantly, and he smiles, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your face.

"Everything I do... I do out of love."

oughhhhhh angel man save me save me angel man

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[pilotingdreammsss]

┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈

Mystic Flour Cookie x Loyal servant reader.

Warnings: Depictions of violence, jam (blood) mention, murder mention, angst, post corruption Mystic Flour Cookie, Angst.

Your Master had fallen to apathy long ago.

Her servants had fallen away, dead leaves in the wind, but you'd painfully remained. Though she no longer answered to you with the same love.

Her tone was too flat, too devoid of emotion. You wished to hear warmth from her once again, though you knew it was a distant placid fantasy. The warmth was long gone. Though you diligently remained by her side, with that little Haetae...

"You continue into the Ivory Pagoda, my master's territory."

You had, boldly, placed yourself between the pagoda's entrance and the outdoors. Murmurs spread through the crowd of brave adventurers. Too brave. No-one would find your master's coocoon. Never again would she be treated the way she was in the bygone past.

If that meant you were to fight, so be it. Your hands linger over your dagger, branded with Mystic Flour Cookie's sigil. It's a meager dagger; it's not so capable of doing much damage. Though your will would will it to do so.

The head adventurer, a loud, boisterous man, unseaths a sword. It's a gleaming, pointed object, heavy. Certainly not light, however nonetheless, deadly. His hold holds all his intent. He, too, would cut through you to gain access to your master. It's a painful cycle of irony, almost laughable if it was not blaringly harmful.

His will was obvious, so you move first, pushing yourself forward. You catch the adventurer's cheek with your dagger - crumbs fall from his head, and jam splatters onto your dagger. It's desperately violent and catches him off guard, so much so that he forgets his sword, pulling his hands in front of his face, fear painting his features.

Anger. So much anger, your grip on the dagger is unbearably tight even for your hand. Never again! The foolish selfishness of cookies had taken your true love away. They will not be allowed to even gaze upon her.

Even if that means slaughter, even if that means you leave with jam stained hands.

Your attack is enough for the group to scatter, to flee with tails between their legs. Never had they thought that you, a peaceful guardian and loyal servant, could prove to be so crude! You had come to expect nothing less or more from them. You no longer felt guilty using brutish force to repel unwelcome visitors.

You turn on your heel, hands soaked in jam, to gaze upon the Pagoda. It's a long way up, though the trek was something you'd acclimated to long ago. It's lengthy, too, but it's nothing you're incapable of doing. Winding... long... you fill the silence with thoughts of her past benevolence. How she'd dearly granted your wish - if you knew how things would turn, you would've never proclaimed your wish in the first place.

Her lackluster love in the present was not enough to fill the void.

┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈

"Y/N cookie."

You kneel - you cannot fathom what she feels from voice alone.

"My lord - I have cast away them."

She approaches, hands finding your face. Even now, you flinch and cinch your eyes shut.

"They will find that it is futile to return here."

You barely nod. Her hands hold some warmth, though you fear you're simply projecting your desires. Ones she'd insited you exile, as desire kept you bound to Earthbread. Alas, you were not as strong as her.

Your hands hover over hers, gently grabbing onto them.

"I may have given nothing for your loyalty..."

Something compels you to meet her eyes, despite your weakness. Why do you weaken under her gaze?

"Earthly rewards are fleeting. But you, too, are fleeting. I give you no rewards for keeping this Ivory Pagoda untouched by selfish hands."

You nod, for it is true. She sparsely gave you even a compliment.

"My lord, that was my wish. To ensure you, and this place, was kept pristine, divine."

A smile tinges at the end of her lips. Though maybe you are imagining things. You find her to only come closer - unusual. She was usually not one for close proximity.

Then, a feather-light peck on your forehead. Pulling away any hair that may have been in her way - her lips meet your forehead.

It is almost divine.

"... You are my loyal servant. Your servitude to the world of white is not meaningless. I, too, wish you find peace within it."

[alternate-okameeznuts]

Oh lawd he comin'.

haha spypillar doodle dump. This dum lookin creature is from my alice in wonderland tf2 au (i want to throw him into a galvanized square steel).

[chickpea0]

𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒑!𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 moodboard for @fizzzystarzz, who also helped with the headcanons below!

Headcanons:

The type of caregiver/babysitter who would hand "kiddo" a toy- a see 'n' say, etch a sketch and the like- to keep them busy while he runs his store

I can imagine him also having one of those to cash registers for whoever he's looking after to play with while he's using the real one, like those baby steering wheels :-)

He likes explaining things! Both while regressed and taking care of someone. While not regressed he explains his process of whatever task he's doing at hand, or his methods of shelf organisation, or what order he's packing and the neighbours regular shopping needs. When regressed it's bits and pieces of that while also just yammering on about whatever's in his mind. Whoever he's looking after for the afternoon will come out with enough knowledge to pass business 101

Sometime he even forgets they're regressed but he asks for confirmation on something and he's like, oh right-!

He regularly calls people kid but might not clock that who he's talking to regressed which leads to: 'Why're you looking at me like that kid?.. ooohhh Kid.'

When regressed I think he generally hangs around in the big kid age range

If he and the other neighbours are playing games, he likes to take a sort of back seat to play a Dedicated Role like the banker in Monopoly or if they're playing make believe, like "zoo" he's the guy selling peanuts! Which may on the surface appear like he's separating himself from the game but it's how he has fun

If he could eat (made of felt 😔) He'd be a picky eater. If it's not the right shape, texture, colour he is NOT eating it. Though he's more fussy/offended about it rather than panicky or distressed. Would drestroy a fruit plate cut into shapes though

Triest to bribe and squirm out of anything he doesn't want to do. Bedtime? Welllllll what if he mopped the kitchen floor for an extra 20 minutes? He's already gotten a toy that week? Hmmmm but what if he saved up for it himself? Part of it, at least.

Of course... if he drifts into a younger age range, he likes sleeping wrapped up super tight in a blanket. Swaddled like a coocoon :-) goes the same if he's upset or unwell

THAAANK you fizzzy! they're the one who got me into welcome home AND helped brainstorm for this! Does it count as a gift if they helped with a good deal of it? hehehe

[irlkomaedanagito]

izuru would be into house of leaves with an intensity described by most as "slightly more enthused than pure apathy" but he would very much vibe with the story and with the characters driving themselves to the point of ruin thru obsession but in like, more of an abstract way. as in he identifies with it but insofar as he identifies with being the product of said obsession, he sees the-person-formerly-known-as-hajime as like, johnny truant or zampanò and himself more like the navidson record or even house of leaves as a book itself.

and he would understand the book perfectly as is expected of a boy with so many talents and he wouldnt be able to gleam it for himself but once its pointed out to him, he is very much intrigued by the idea of house of leaves as a love story- this idea that you can be consumed by something horrible and yet someone can reach inside that coocoon of despair and pull you right back out again, because they love you.

he turns it around and then declares it boring, but really he means to say that he sees hajime as navidson and himself as the labyrinth

and then myhouse.wad comes out and he gives it a cursory lookthrough as something perhaps slightly entertaining in its connection to something else he finds "slightly entertaining" and the overt themes of grief present and its status explicitly as a tribute and explicitly about love and the house being portrayed as an entity that too is mourning a loss and the journals, the passage about a false beach and no joy or misery or sadness, just emptiness.

izuru declares it boring and never looks back

[mohgreal]

thats it. here is my miquella is you/the tarnished and actually sote isnt real theory

all of you people making fun of the "miquella is ranni" "miquella is melina" "miquella is this" theories are NOT prepared for this one

setting the stage for my delusional theory;

The player no matter what NPC they meet, they become friends. Oh, and Malenia is the only one to refer to the player with respect. (Godfrey is a tarnished so he doesn't count.)

Which character do we know has charm and makes everyone their friend? hmm??

next up, our tarnished also gets torrent. and miquella was torrents former master.

our tarnished also, might i add, is very strong and can kill gods and demigods, and and can also respawn. miquella digested himself of his flesh in the coocoon thing so naturally our tarnished must be his vessel

anyway, next up you might be wondering why miquella would even need a tarnished vessel. well, since becoming a god failed he went for the next best thing. becoming elden lord so he can spread his order. if you consider that ranni's ending is the true ending, then in that case even that would make sense because ranni's ending would free the lands between of the outer gods (according to lore addicts anyway) and for the frenzied flame ending for example you could also consider that since miquella is still child-like, so he could be naive enough to not listen to melina

also you may be wondering why miquella in a tarnished vessel would go around killing demigods, and the answer is simple, so he can become elden lord. (and fighting malenia for example doesn't even kill her. oh and, when you kill the other demigods their soul gets sent to the erdtree which frees them in a sense.)

now for the next part of my theory you are wondering how if the tarnished is actually miquella how come we see ""miquella"" in SOTE? simple. sote isnt real. you see, clearly, when we enter the shadow world we touch miquella's old arm. but it fades to black. why? well clearly, as miquella is now in a tarnished body, touching his old arm, when we enter we are actually viewing miquella's fantasy world. however because it is nothing more then a unfinished vision there is violence. after all, why is there no mention of characters like rellana or messmer anywhere if they are so important? is it because the developers suck at the lore? probably, but it proves my theory anyway

[inland--empire]

People have to understand that at its core. The reason Mystic Flour Cookie acts like she does is because she is a very caring and generous person.

Part of her backstory is that she used to grant wishes to those that followed her, and she did so dutifully. For all we know she could have granted some wishes that seemed imposible, and that may have taken herculian effort to acompllish. And Mystic Flour Cookie, for all we know, asked for nothing in exchange for all the blessings she gave.

But of course, for all her power, Mystic Flour Cookie is still only one person. And having a whole world asking so many things out of her would eventually overwhelm her. And when it inevitably did, Cookie-kind abandoned her because they no longer could demand more and more out of her.

So, of course Mystic Flour Cookie would adopt such fatalistic views. She spent so many years helping people and trying to help them only for all of them to abandon her in the end without a single thanks. Of course she would feel like nothing matters after that. So to shield herself from getting hurt again she adopted the mentality that she doesn't care. The coocoon that she is in could be seen as a metaphor for pushhing other people away as to not get hurt.

But she obviously still cares. None of her followers even seen to believe in her fatalistic views, and all of them seem to look up to her, especially Cloud Haetae Cookie who still speaks of her as if she was a nice and caring person. Which might imply that she still does care for those close to her, even if she tries to convince herself she doesn't, further evidenced by how well taken care of the Ivory Pagoda is. Of course, it is other people who took care of it, but it was all people who Mystic Flour herself took in. She wanted the place to last despite believing it would crumble.

Also i believe this is part of the reason i believe her plan is to return every Cookie to flour - Because she knows she still cares. It always struck me as odd how for the Cookie that represents her Apathy, she had such a complicated plant that involved so much effort into it just to erase everything. And even more - It doesn't actually spread her philosophy, Cookies still obviously still want to recover their identity after it is erased. And it is because if she sees them as faceless Cookies or clumps of Flour then she doesn't have to care.

Is it cowardly? Yes! Mystic Flour Cookie is a Coward. She has to to hide in a Coocoon for years on end to convince herself she doesn't care, she literally hides behind her own ideology that doesn't even align with how she actually acts. And once Dark Cacao Cookie faces her she tries to convince him to think like him - But it doesn't work! Because if there is anything that Dark Cacao is not, is a coward. He faces things head on and doesn't give up, he knows one day he will be gone but instead of letting him consume him he accepts it and believes that his son will do well in continuing his legacy.

And this horrifies and baffles Mystic Flour Cookie, who has to reasure herself that Dark Cacao is in the wrong by audibly trying to tell him he took enlightenment from himself. But this is obviously false! By refusing to sucumb and not giving up Dark Cacao Cookie ends up awakening - A state that could be seen as enlightened. And all of this is because she is ashamed. Dark Cacao Cookie is right. Mystic Flour is ashamed she let herself become this and that is why she goes through all the effort to convince herself and others she doesn't care and creating a world where she doesn't have to care.

Because she cares. And she is ashamed that she cares. Even after no one cared for her.

OUGHHHDJJDJDJFODIDIJD SHE'S BARELY EVEN A FAKE IDGFER SHE JUST HAS REALLY REALLY BAD DEPRESSION

[proud-leech-dad]

Can leeches eat anything that isn’t like, blood? Also how do they reproduce and how’s that work in captivity? Have you ever bred leeches?

Fun facts time! There are 3 main types of leeches. Blood sucking leeches actually make up a very small percentage of all the leeches out there. The other two types are decomposer/scavenger types that feed off decaying matter at the bottom of rivers and swamps, and predatory leeches like the ribbon leech that hunt and kill small creatures like minnows and snails.

Leeches are hermaphroditic and, in the case of the leeches I keep, will breed with each other or asexually and produce a cocoon of anywhere from 5~7 leeches, give or take a few. From what I've read while they aren't incredibly likely to breed in captivity, given the correct conditions they can and will, preferring areas of moss or damp land areas.

While I've never bred them personally, if they do I will be delighted, let them breed once, and do leech abortions on any coocoons after that so I don't go above tank capacity.

[x1702x]

Mohg feels like Gehrman all over again to me, everyone latched on one interpretation and doesnt realize how you can see more than what they be telling u fr. The miquella situation is crazy.

Rant below cut

Lets be honest, a cutscene and an item desc cant describe a whole character, for all we know Mohg could only use the consort position to validate his title only. the way he emerged is by the vein, the finger. In varre's questline he pricks your finger, putting accursed blood in you to validate you for the dynasty, he drips out of his finger the same way as how the item you get from varre does, like a rite of passage of sorts.

Its more of Mohg trying to nurture Miquella to get the title of lord out of it, the assault part also confuses me because where? The bloody bedchamber reffers to the blood-filled coocoon, bc as the cutscene shows it has blood in it. Mohg tried to make Miquella prosper but it was futile bc what was inside was a husk, rendering Mohgs cause useless.

Miquella was only transported and set in the cocoon and once Mohg began trying to infuse the blood, he probably set a deploy, to go to the lands of shadow.

Its just Micolash over again, trying to achieve something and not realizing its useless to keep going. Micolash wants eyes but doesnt realize its too late for that because hes dead already.

Mohg wants to become a lord but the gateway he had, which was miquella's favor, was gone all along.

[tache-noire]

hi please watch haibane renmei it's only 13 episodes long and its very good

It's by Yoshitoshi Abe, who also made Serial Experiments Lain.

It shares a warm, muted color palette, slow pacing, and somewhat melancholy tone.

A girl emerges from a coocoon in an old, run-down building, greeted by other girls who all have halos and small, grey wings. She remembers nothing of her past life, only that she DID have one. She grows wings and is given a halo and a name: Rakka, and is welcomed into their family of "Haibane", beings who look like angels and live a monk-like lifestyle, assisting the humans living in their seemingly idyllic walled city. A city where the only creatures allowed past the walls are crows, and masked mute "Toga" who live even further on the fringes of society than the Haibane.