#enjoy the flow

[unconditionallove3]

The more you resist its pull, the more its call reverberates within you.

[goddesschess]

Made by me

[wuwiwuwa]

🤍

[labcoated-lunacy]

eroticism of the machine this, eroticism of the machine that. what about the AROMANTICISM of the machine. what about the electric comfort of looking at a beautiful turbine engine and knowing that it is just like you. what about the urge to cut open your chest to prove your heart is made of wires and your ribs are made of steel. what about that

[alicenpai]

my professor layton square buttons 🎩🧩 !! finally remembered to post these since last summer.. it's been about 10 years since i played my first layton game & joined the fandom & drew a bunch .. good times!

[andejoe]

No one wanted to ask. Someone had to. It was terrifying. But it made sense.

Of course humanity finally abandoned its planet. Everyone was surprised they hadn’t abandoned it sooner. Still, the concern was there.

What made humanity abandon their planet in a mass event? What thing was finally found to scare them off their favorite death world?

Of course not every last human abandoned the planet, but enough did that Earth was no longer considered ‘inhabited’. Humans flocked to other worlds, most choosing death worlds with similar biomes to the ones they preferred. (And there was a suspiciously armored ship heading towards Disney planet.)

The concerning thing was the humans kept going back. Never landing. Never breaking the atmosphere. Just driving by.

Finally, a delegate was chosen to ask the human council member. Poor Laeri was nervous, but they had been called friend by council member Daryl before. Surely this question wouldn’t be an offense.

“Daryl, may I speak with you a moment?”

Daryl paused, and nodded, careful not to smile. He was well practiced in the art of not offending. “Of course Laeri. What is the matter?”

“Humanity has recently applied for habitation permits for a dozen planets. As soon as the permits were awarded, humans left very quickly.”

“Well sure. The permits took three earth years to be approved. Most of the planet had been preparing for over five years at that point,” Daryl explained.

“Yes, that is not my question. The question is why?”

“Why were they ready?”

Laeri shook their head. “Why did they leave Earth? Humans have made it a point to ‘stick it out’ despite better options being available. Why leave now?”

“Oh, that. Well.” Daryl paused. He knew he didn’t have to report officially yet, but his friend wanted to know. “Will you keep it a secret from the council?”

Laeri paused. The answer being a secret did not occur to them. What could the humans possibly be hiding? Would they be able to hide it as well?

“I do not think I can keep any dangerous thing a secret,” Laeri finally admitted.

Daryl nodded. “Nor would I ask you to. It’s not dangerous, just a little experiment more like.”

“If it is an experiment, then you should speak with-“

“No Laeri.” Daryl interrupted calmly. “This isn’t something we want help with. That’s why we haven’t mentioned anything to the Viyon Academics. We just need time to see if it works.”

Their curiosity finally got the better of them.

“If what works?”

“A new society. A new civilized species.”

Laeri didn’t speak, but either from awe or concern, they weren’t sure. Daryl continued.

“We believe a species evolves when they start to take care of their injured and impaired. It means they have compassion. Well an intelligent species on earth has been observed showing compassion. We simply want to give them the space they require to evolve.”

Laeri considered the intelligent species that lived on earth. They were suddenly very concerned. Had the humans been duped?

“The dolphi are showing compassion?” Laeri asked.

Daryl almost laughed. “Not even close. No, we wouldn’t break the agreement we made. They’re not escaping earth anytime soon.”

Laeri felt immediate relief. “Then which species is it?”

Daryl smiled. He couldn’t help it. He liked birds. “Corvids.”

“But, but they’re so small.”

“We know. That’s why some humans are still there, zoologist types to help them grow, learn, and show them the way.”

“What if another species wipes them out before they get the chance?”

Daryl shrugged. “Well that’s why we left some warriors behind, to help keep the corvids alive while they grow. And of course to keep the dolphins contained. We do take that assignment very seriously.”

Laeri was excited now. Another avian species may be joining the galaxy soon. They wanted to tell everyone.

“Promise you’ll keep the secret?” Daryl asked.

Laeri felt their excitement dash upon the cruel rocks of reality. “I will.”

“Good. Here.” Daryl held out a small computer drive.

Laeri took the drive. “What is this?”

“The live feed of the experiment. You really think we wouldn’t watch? As soon as they reach civilized status, I have to report them. Until then, they’ve been completing some very complex puzzles and problem solving lately. You’ll want to start at the beginning but they post new information all the time.”

Laeri clutched the drive to their feathered tunic. Suddenly the small drive was priceless. “I, must go now.”

Laeri took off as fast as would be ignored by others. Daryl watched his friend, surprised by how excited they were. His watch gave him an alert.

“Ooh, a group puzzle. Wonder if they managed it this time.”

Daryl walked off to his own private quarters to watch the newest update on the corvids.

[nightcatssketchbook]

I was hitting some art block so I felt like drawing some fanart of @abd-illustrates’ Heartless characters!

I realized I never actually watched the final installment of the Concept Corner series, so that’s what I had playing when sketching these. It’s just so fun listening to the brainstorming and cool character connections

[voidpidgeon]

Heyo @the-final-sif, I am your pinchhitter! I hope you enjoy this ^^

I really liked your prompts, but I did not know how to put them into one drawing. And even as short comic I did not fit all the aspect I wanted into it, but alas I did not have that much time, so I tried to make it work fdkjjhk

Hope you don't mind me sharing the prompt for context!

Hybrids aren't born hybrids, but rather traits show up as they grow up. They can appear at a pretty wide range of ages, and not all traits show up at once. Stress can delay when they show up, just like any other form of growth. Generally, most traits show up before or during puberty, but they can even turn up as late as early adulthood :).

c!Dream is an Ender Dragon hybrid, though he doesn't know it just yet. It's been a few days since c!Quackity came by, but he's been feeling very strange. Like something's growing out of him.

It all hits at once, and the next moment he's got wings, big claws, sharp teeth, purple fire coming from his mouth and the lava isn't burning him anymore. He barely has time to take this all in before he hears c!Quackity's singsong voice on the other side of the lava, and in a moment his new instincts take over, ready for revenge.

[unconditionallove3]

When love is absent, take a step back and hold your own hand.

[skunkes]

today's doodles during my employment roleplay (volunteering)

This is paul rubens floral watercolors on talens art creation sketchbook, with a kuretake zig compact medium waterbrush ^_^ lines are tombow fudenosuke

[queersolaris]

I watched Flow (2024) a few days ago and I have been itching to get my thoughts out in some kind of way!! So don’t mind me gushing/ psychoanalysis this absolutely amazing movie—

This post will probably be all over the place cause I am still processing everything; forgive the jumbling thoughts

I think this movie had so many angles to see it from~ I totally got the found family (MY BRAND) and climate change perspectives buuuut what got me tearing up was interpreting it as parts of a person processing trauma

“oh this feels like it should be a video game” was actually my first thought

From the silence, style, hell even the boat steering felt like a game mechanic-- it kept coming to mind that this was similar to games like Brothers: a tale of two sons or When the past was around (kinda)?

It seemed obvious that there is trauma going on; how could there not be with an event like that? The theme that got me thinking it was more so about parts was 'reflection'

Obviously it starts and ends with a scene of the cat looking at itself in the water; but there was also our lemur friend being obsessed with their reflection in the mirror. From the angle of it being about parts dealing with trauma here is my dump of thoughts— I know its not that deep but I JUST GOTTA GET THIS OUTTA ME

The stags running represents the trauma event itself and the water felt like the overwhelming feelings that come afterwards-- something you can’t control it’s depth and suffocated by as it keeps rising no matter how much you try to escape/ignore it

The cat being in a house that is already run down feels like it’s clinging onto anything that is familiar but the feelings won’t let the cat survive— feelings will create the need for change and that’s is unavoidable (especially with trauma) The run down house could also have represented the way the cat has settled in poor conditions with time, old memories from a simpler time, and that can lead to isolation

Cat = representing resilience/self sustainability through situations which is why it is the main POV; it can lead to overwhelm and helplessness when isolated but it is the adaptability that is needed to progress (throughout the movie or trauma)-- the statues at the house could also be seen as almost versions of that; moments that it was bigger, smaller, more mobile but always is the same form

Dog = it was interesting that this character was introduced at the start but not along the journey the whole time right? I thought they were a representation of surviving through socializing— there is childishness and innocence but it is mainly always seen with others or serving others

Maybe the dog even could represent a child self ; something always willing to trusts others and help selflessly They do jump in to protect but in a way that is not rejecting

Capybara = survival by freezing or floating thru the situation— which is why we get to see them already on the boat, their focus is to nurture itself for the next day… taking it one day at a time and doing what it could but not worrying too much about the things it can’t help

Bird = the opposite of our doggy friend— we meet it as the one of the first to be around others of its kind but there is a self sacrificing nature to it. Giving its food to fighting for the cats safety... it has a protective role; however in a way that reject risks of the groups survival/comfort (with the pack of dogs) yet when that over protectiveness leaves… the situation ends soon after

I wondered before the bird disappeared if it was meant to be a older self— still juxtaposed to the dog— something with more trust issues because of experience, it looks after the other parts, even steers the others in the right direction... the connection to the cat also felt right ya know?? The parts of you that are willing to adapt usually come out the most in adulthood or when you need to be your more 'mature' self

There is also the concept of the flight response it could represent; which is why they did not want to be around the pack of dogs— almost showing it wanting to run/keep away from others

It disappearing felt like maybe there was something else— like this is meant to represent passing on a part or habit that kept healing at bay but was necessary to move through the trauma

Lemur = obsessed with material and it’s own reflection— it seems to be the part that tries to survive with status and the approval of others; of course being self destructive…

Maybe representing rumination, clinging onto things that are apart of the familiarity (which is why the movie kept the ball from the house as a reoccurring object), and even masking since the mirror was something that gave it company later before realizing it wasn’t the kind of company it wanted

The foundations crumble suddenly, the overflow of emotions (water) starts to sink in; leaving things different and the same (it seems like the same forest/area). We see the stags again running like before-- which almost indicates that something similar could happen. Then the cat waits for it all to happen again; the worst. When nothing does it runs after them almost looking for an answer, I think we've all been there; trying to figure out why our responses vary or what is was about us that has changed from before that makes things easier. That's when the cat gets to see our final part:

Whale = this thing made me cry for sure because throughout the story it felt like this represented old coping mechanisms (like from childhood); something that kept you a float or going no matter how dire things became—when rock bottom would hit in the middle of floating/navigating so many feelings-- it ensured survival. Even when the cat finally learned to fish for itself (which now i wonder was meant to be like naming emotions or processing things bit by bit) the whale shows up once more almost to be a reminder that it was still around even when not fully needed. At the end when foundations crumbled, the whale is no longer able to survive… and the cat is able to thank it for its help.

The water was there the whole movie but there was little times when the cat seemed to look at it's reflection. When it did it again at the end of the movie but with whole group being together-- I was obviously crying because dammit undertale you’re right despite everything it is still you

OH about the video game thought— looking at this from the lens of a trauma response; it did make more sense to be told as a movie; I mean with a game I can pause… I can take myself out of their experience and feel in control with a situation that is meant to not let us feel any

So being a movie instead is actually perfect

[merakiui]

Ebb & flow anniversary!!!(≧▽≦) I'm super new, but I binge read all your stuff so quickly, and ebb & flow was one of my favourite reads for sure!!! (Along with Chemic!! Something about nerdy Floyb... Aaa!!!) Ah...The role reversal... If darling starts spending too much time with Azul, wont their stepbrothers notice? It's not like they really care who you hang out with, infact, it's nice not to have you clinging to them all the time!! ...At first. But hey, it's getting a bit boring recently, isn't it? You were always showering them with attention and gifts, they really didn't think anything of it...But you've stopped recently, and something about that just doesn't quite sit right with them!! You even act like you're avoiding them! No reactions when they come into your room, leave the door open, give your hair a light tug when you walk past, take random object from your desk, why aren't you giving all your attention to them like usual? Just a light shrug when they tease you about something you should be embarrassed about isn't enough! Darling, meanwhile, has actually come to quite like their arrangement with Azul! Looking back, it really just seems like their stepbrothers never liked them in the first place...But at least they can fantasise about it being different with Azul!<3 It helps that he's so eager, the only thing you need to worry about is not accidentally saying "Jade" or "Floyd" in place of his name! A win-win! The tipping point is probably when Jade and Floyd notice a bunch of their missing clothes have mysteriously reappeared. Obviously they knew who took them, Floyd had seen you out in his basketball jersey and hoodie, Jade recognised that turtleneck you wore when it got too cold. Seeing them returned...Felt oddly like a rejection. They had always seen you as an easy tease- a good chase around the house, a playfight that they'd obviously win, a test subject for new dishes. You were so ready to please them! That's how you were, that's how you ARE, isn't it? It should be. It should be, is what they mutually agree on. Maybe they should try indulging you a little? They weren't dense, they could pick up on your feelings, but perhaps ignoring them wasn't the most fun idea? Relationships are give and take, just like that little fling with Azul you're having. They wonder, how much more fun could they have if they let themselves give you what you wanted?(＾▽＾)

AAAAA YESSS!!! Your stepbrothers who didn’t realize how good they had it until you’re directing all your attention and affections towards Azul, showering him in gifts, wearing his clothes, spending more time with him. >_< you always come home smelling like him and sometimes you even spend the night at his place. You’re not sure if you’re in love with Azul or if you just like him when the lights are out and you can pretend he’s Jade or Floyd. ^^;;; maybe the more you’re around him, the more you begin to like him for him.

They miss their clumsy step-sibling who was always so eager to please them, who could be so easily flustered over the smallest of things. But now you hardly spare them another glance. :( they miss you and your persistent behaviors. What will it take to have you obsessing over them again?

Maybe they’re too late in giving you what you initially wanted. You fell out of love just as they were falling in love. Sneaking into your room at night to kiss and fondle you, but you don’t reciprocate. In fact, your disinterested reactions are so similar to how they used to act whenever you’d pester them. Oh, how they miss the way you’d dote on them. It seems they’ve lost their chance now that you’re so wrapped up in Azul…

[sukunasbow]

idea: patrick fingering reader while they’re in the bathtub. like, he just walks in while reader is taking a bath and goes to town. i know he’d be so smug, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, talking you through each one🫣

patrick fingering you in the bathtub ; mdni

after a long tennis practice, you decided the best remedy for your aching limbs was a relaxing bath before your boyfriend got home. however, your plans changed when just a few minutes after you got into the tub and nearly fell asleep, patrick walked into the bathroom and decided to join you as well.

now, you're sitting in between his legs, your back pressed to his chest and his arm reaching around your torso, sliding down to your pussy and curling his fingers inside of you.

"had a long day, hm?" he coos, pressing small kisses along your shoulder.

"yeah, i'm really tired." you cut yourself off with a loud moan when he hits the sweet spot of your cunt. "patrick, i just want to relax with you, i don't think i can take this." you pant.

"you can take it, baby. gonna make you feel better, mm'kay?" he whispers, nipping at your earlobe.

"patrick." you gasp, resting your head on his shoulder. "fuck, 'ss to much."

"be a good girl, it's alright."

you look up at him and are met with the sight of him smirking just as he slides another finger inside of your cunt, stretching you even more. with each movement of his fingers, you feel your walls adjust to them, as if his fingers were made to be inside of you.

he continues finger fucking you, watching your eyes glaze over and your lips part, getting dumbed down from the pleasure he's giving you.

"gonna cum, patrick."

"yeah? cum for me, baby." he nods, his tone mocking your current state.

his words push you over the edge and you feel your cunt tightening around his fingers, then releasing as you ride out your orgasm, your juices mixing with the water. you're left a gasping mess, your chest slowly rising and falling.

"we're not done yet, princess." he pauses, "we're just getting started."

[tobethemselves]

I’d love to know why Louis is ONCE AGAUN forced to stunt! WTF! Why?!!!

I understand your frustration but this is sadly the reality for a lot of closeted people in the industry. And if you look at what happens in the US and so many other countries at the moment, I think it's really clear why Louis and Harry decide to stay in the closet for now, and stunting to appear straight is part of that.

And as much as a lot of us hate it, it's a big part of the industry in general too. Not only for queer people, a lot of stars use this for several different reasons, mostly to promote a project of theirs, stay relevant and create stories that will keep their names in the press.

Apart from that I don't really see Louis or Harry being forced to do it anymore. If they are stunting now, it's definitely something they agreed on. And that doesn't mean that it's their fault, it means I think they have more ability to have a say in things since they started their solo careers.

If you want to read more about why so many stars including HL do stunts you can look through my hashtags PR STUNTS, LOUIS' CAREER and MUSIC INDUSTRY. And I also recommend reading these posts here and here.

@daisiesonafield-blog has a lot of information on her blog too, it's very organized if you go there on web.

[strangelittlestories]

The wizard sat in the cell. Their hands were bound in iron. Glyphs glowed on the ceiling, their light filled her with fizzing energy. She hadn't slept in some time.

Fine, they could take her books and her staff. They could deny her knowledge and rest. She had done her best work in the college insomniac and resource starved. She had remade herself with sacred alchemy and experimental thoughtcraft while running on nothing but tea and firefly-root. She could work this problem.

She went over her defense in her head one more time.

“Your honour, in my time bearing the staff I have done many things. I have plundered the heavens for their secrets. I have given monarchs prophecies I knew they would try to escape and, in doing so, wreck themselves. They deserved to get wrecked. But your honour-”

[If you want, we can start now.]

“Pardon me?”

The voice had come from all around her. It resonated through the walls, rattled her chains and her bones. It sang in her blood.

[My apologies for the interruption. You can go on if you like? But it seems you have your arguments well rehearsed already.]

“I have always been… thorough.”

[It is good to be thorough. You should give all your endeavours Due Process.]

The voice was all-encompassing, all-surrounding, a ‘words etched in granite’ sort of voice. But it also almost seemed kind. Or, if not kind, then *thoughtful*.

“Oh heck it, let's get this over with.” The wizard looked up, trying to look the voice in the face even though it had none. “Do we not need a jury or something?”

[No. It has been deemed that your words could be, well, corruptive. Sorry to be so blunt. I shall be your sole judgement. And your ‘soul’ judgement, come to that.]

The wizard was used to peering through the veil to see hidden truths. It was something of an effort to *listen* through the veil instead, but the principle was the same. What they heard was an echo of something gentle but unyielding, something soft but with the weight of mountains behind it.

“First, tell me which god you are.”

[You *are* quick on the uptake. They said you would be. I am Arbiter. I manage the discourse between what is and what is not. I oversee the conversation between consensus and individual. I listen to what agreements have been made and I judge when they have been broken.]

“Second, tell me what I am accused of.”

[You stand accused - or sit accused, I suppose - of breaking the laws of reality.]

“Any in particular?”

[Oh, tons. Gravity. Causality. Probability. Conservation of energy. One one weird one about things going wrong. You name it, you probably broke it.]

“And who wrote these laws? What court or nation drew them up?”

[No mortal court did this.]

“A divine one then?”

[No gods, either. Some of us gods made the planet you live on, some of us made you, but reality’s laws are fundamentally an aspect of Truth. And Truth is an altogether different entity. If it can be an entity at all.]

“Fascinating.” The wizard felt her mind run off in a dozen different directions at the implication of this. She wrenched it back on track. “So Truth is putting me on trial?”

[Philosophers are putting you on trial. They call themselves Absolutists. They hold that acts of magic that bend or break reality are damaging to the Inferred Axioms.]

“So … all magic, then?”

[I am afraid so.]

“If it runs counter to axiomatic truths, then why is magic even possible? Surely, if it can reliably act on the world, it is a fundamental force of reality like any other?”

[This is your defense?]

“This is curiosity.” The wizard clinked their chains in frustration. She wished she could draw upon the walls.

[It is not like other forces, however. Its rules change. Its conventions vary across lands and are inconsistent with each other. It is a trick of Perspective, which does not always get along with Truth, for Perspective plays sleight of hand with the universe. It makes things true just by getting you to look at things the right way for long enough.]

“Alright, here’s my defense.” The wizard let out a deep breath and focused on a spot on the wall and imagined that patch of stone to be the face of Arbiter. Thus, looking the god in the face, the wizard continued, “Screw you.”

[This defense is… unconventional.]

“Listen, buddy. Your honour. Your honoured buddy.” The wizard drew up her shoulders and prepared herself to really go off on one. “You seem like a nice god. But, ultimately, all gods are servants. That’s not a bad thing! Acts of service are beautiful. Sadly, the people you’re serving are assholes and, what’s worse, I think you know that. But you’re so wrapped up in the nobility and importance of your purpose that you don’t seem to care what side you actually end up on or who is standing beside you. And that means you’re not really a servant, you’re a *lackey*.

“It’d be easy to shrug that off and say, oh well, can’t really blame Arbiter, can I? Gods are just like that. But I *have* to believe it’s not that simple. I must believe that you can change and you can choose. And maybe that goes against some divine law or axiom, but baby, I guess I’m just prone to *magical thinking*.

“And it galls me. It does, it galls me, that of all the many things I’ve done… what actually gets me convicted may well be something I *am*. Because if magic is just a way of thinking things might be different, then getting reality itself to - even if just for a moment - see it your way? Then, honoured buddy, I am magic down to the last mote of me.

“The laws of reality? What does that even mean? They’re not laws, not really. They’re just things that *are*. I don’t give a single toot about things that just are. I have no time at all for things that are only ever one thing. I care about what *can* be. And you, my friend, *can* screw off.”

[Unfortunate. If you will not make a proper defense, the philosophers will keep you here indefinitely, so as to limit your impact on reality. They would kill you, but they are scared about ghosts.]

“Then I guess I’ll just have to try and outlive them. Heck, maybe I’ll outlive you too.”

[They are an entire people. And I am eternal.]

“So I guess it’s a longshot, huh?” The wizard spat a thick gob of saliva at the part of the wall where she imagined Arbiter’s face. “Well, I guess I’m pretty comfortable with a longshot.”

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