#fossilized Kyle

[herebecritters]

HAPPY PRIDE GUYS 💕 🏳️‍🌈 💕

Collaboration art I worked on with @ickyguts and @technicoloranimalviolence

All the star blorbos marching to the beat of their own drum 💞

[evilhorse]

Overblown incontinent fossil!!

[written-nature]

Meanwhile, evolution continued throughout the Pleistocene, and evidence of various descendants of Homo erectus both within Africa and across Eurasia are found in the fossil record. The most familiar of these offshoots, excluding ourselves, are the Neanderthals, who lived from about four hundred thousand years ago until about thirty-five thousand years ago in the Near East and Europe. Other representatives of the genus Homo (such as the recently discovered Denisovans) occupied Asia all the way to its eastern shores. Hominin numbers were never very large, but the various children of the genus Homo successfully adapted to a wide range of the earth's habitats.

"Plagues Upon the Earth: Disease and the Course of Human History" - Kyle Harper

[its-a-date]

Humans might have been in the Levant almost two hundred thousand years ago, very near our origins. We were in Arabia by at least eighty-five thousand years ago. Human fossils in South Asia might go back as far as seventy thousand years.

"Plagues Upon the Earth: Disease and the Course of Human History" - Kyle Harper

[tenth-sentence]

High wages (that is, a high cost of labor) created a strong incentive to find mechanical alternatives to replace or amplify human labor, and England's coal beds provided the fuel.

"Plagues Upon the Earth: Disease and the Course of Human History" - Kyle Harper

[trevlad-sounds]

Misunderstood Dawn

15 April 2023

Lionmilk - IGWT222

Nimbudala - A Prayer At Dawn

Binaural Space - Helena

Jilk - Misunderstood Minotaur

Blak Saagan - Convergenze Parallele

Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein - Journalistic Instinct

C418 - click

Trevlad - Three Chamber Dub

Sonic Gap - Dawn

There Is Another System - Les Machines

Sensations' Fix - Cold Nose Part 3, Movement 2

Tomer Baruch - Hermit Crabs (intro)

Nimbudala - Exaltation

robot - Bloom

Fossilize Me - Hatching

Binaural Space - Manuscript

Fulgeance - Onaka

[fratttymatty]

Jock'd

(All characters are 18+)

Cameron Hayes was a high school senior with two things that defined him: his love for biology and his passion for nerdy hobbies. He’d always been the type of kid who spent his afternoons reading biology textbooks, obsessing over cellular processes, and analyzing ecosystems. At 18, he was already planning to study biology at a prestigious university, and his life revolved around his love for science. But that was before one fateful night.

It all started when Cameron sat down to finish his biology homework, which was supposed to be a simple review of basic human physiology. As usual, he’d spent hours studying the material the day before, and now it was just a matter of getting the homework done before bed. His room, decorated with posters of scientific breakthroughs and his collection of rare fossils, felt like his sanctuary.

On his desk lay his open notebook, the textbook, and his phone, all with the soft hum of a lamp glowing beside him. He breezed through the first few questions—simple stuff. His mind, sharp as ever, was in its element. But then came the last question. It looked innocent enough:

"What's one form of exercise?"

Cameron didn't hesitate. He wrote down the first thing that came to mind: "Sports."

It was supposed to be a harmless answer. After all, sports were a form of exercise, right?

But the moment he finished writing, something strange happened. His head buzzed, his vision blurred, and an icy chill ran down his spine. He blinked hard, thinking maybe he was just overtired, but something was different. He felt... strange. His body seemed to tingle, like every cell was reconfiguring. He swore he heard faint laughter echoing in the air, distant, but unmistakably mocking.

Before he could even process it, his room began to warp. The walls seemed to contract, the posters of atoms and molecules turning into athletic ones, with images of football players, basketball courts, and weightlifters replacing his beloved scientific displays. A strange heat spread through his body, like he was suddenly in the middle of a workout.

His body itself was changing. His arms grew thicker, more muscular, his once slender frame becoming broader and stronger. His clothes seemed to shrink as his muscles swelled, his jeans tightening around his quads and his shirt clinging to his newly developed pecs. His hair, once a soft brown that barely fell past his ears, now grew short and spiky, and his face changed too—more defined, sharper, with a hint of arrogance.

He stumbled in front of his mirror, his heart racing in confusion. The boy looking back at him wasn’t Cameron Hayes. The reflection was of someone else—tall, strong, and undeniably attractive. His face had lost its nerdy softness, replaced by a chiseled jawline and a confident smirk that Cameron had never worn before. And most bewildering of all: the name that he now saw written on the mirror was no longer "Cameron."

It was "Kyle."

A surge of memories flooded his mind—new ones that didn’t belong to him. He remembered his high school’s football team, the parties, the beer, the girls that surrounded him, and the constant urge to be the center of attention. His brain, once filled with complex scientific concepts, now held only simple things like winning games, lifting weights, and picking up chicks. He felt... dumb.

Cameron—no, Kyle—gazed in horror at his transformation. The old him, the geeky, intelligent Cameron, felt like a distant memory, lost in the haze of his new identity. His brain just didn’t care about science or biology anymore. What mattered now was sports, looking good, and impressing people.

As he stood there, confused yet strangely satisfied by his new reflection, his phone buzzed. It was a message from one of the jocks, no doubt someone who’d gotten a laugh out of this transformation. He read it:

"Bro, you look SO ready for the football game tomorrow. Don’t worry, we’ll show you how to throw a perfect spiral."

The words didn’t even faze him. Kyle just grinned, his mind only focused on the idea of tomorrow’s game. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cared about homework. Hell, he didn’t even want to know anything about biology anymore. All he wanted was to hang out with his jock friends, hit the gym, and be the life of the party.

As he grabbed a basketball from his new collection of sporty gear, Kyle felt a surge of energy course through him. His muscles flexed, his chest puffed out proudly, and his confidence was sky-high.

He didn’t need to worry about anything anymore—no homework, no classes, no biology notes. His new life was all about being the king of the school, playing sports, and dating hot girls. And he loved it.

When Kyle walked into school the next day, every head turned. His former friends—quiet, bookish kids—now seemed like distant strangers. They watched in awe and confusion as Kyle swaggered down the hallway, laughing with his fellow jocks and getting high-fives from everyone he passed. He didn’t even remember his old friends' names, nor did he care. They weren’t part of his new world.

The old Cameron was gone, replaced by Kyle the jock, and that was just fine with him. There was no turning back now.

By the time Kyle walked through the halls of his high school the next day, he felt completely at home in his new skin. The sensation of power, of confidence, was intoxicating. Every step he took, he felt more sure of himself, more right in this new role. The people he passed seemed to admire him, their eyes following him as he swaggered down the hallway.

As he approached his first class, he bumped into Madison, the most popular girl in school. With her long blonde hair, perfect smile, and reputation for dating only the top athletes, Madison was everything Cameron had once admired from a distance. Now, she was smiling at him, and her eyes had a sparkle that made Kyle feel like he was on top of the world.

"Hey, Kyle," Madison said, her voice low and flirtatious. "I saw you at the gym yesterday. You’re looking even bigger than last week."

Kyle grinned, puffing out his chest a little. "Yeah, just trying to stay ahead of the game, you know? Got to keep the muscles strong if I want to keep winning."

Madison giggled, her hand brushing his arm as if she was already claiming him. "I like a guy who works hard," she said, clearly impressed by his new look—and more so by his jock swagger.

Kyle’s new brain buzzed with excitement, and he leaned in a little, his voice oozing confidence as he responded, "Well, I don’t just work hard, babe, I dominate."

It felt so natural. Too natural.

Madison laughed again, this time a little more flirtatiously, and Kyle felt the old Cameron—deep down, in the quiet corners of his mind—shudder. But he didn’t care. He was Kyle now.

The bell rang, and as they made their way to class, Madison slid her arm through his, leaning in close to him as they walked. Kyle smiled smugly, enjoying the attention, enjoying the way people looked at them with envy.

Later that afternoon, Kyle met up with his jock buddies in the cafeteria, his tray piled high with a ridiculous amount of food. They were already at their usual table, laughing and tossing around their footballs. Kyle was one of the guys now, and it felt like he was finally where he belonged.

"Yo, Kyle!" Tom, the quarterback, shouted when Kyle walked up, slapping him on the back. "Madison was totally checking you out, man. You’ve got her hooked. She was practically drooling over you."

Kyle chuckled, running a hand through his freshly spiked hair. "Yeah, she’s been eyeing me for a while. What can I say? I’m irresistible."

His friends all laughed in agreement, nodding enthusiastically.

"Dude, you’ve got everything," another guy, Mike, added. "The muscles, the looks, the girls. Seriously, it’s like you were born to be a jock."

Kyle threw his head back, laughing, and for a moment, he actually felt like he was on top of the world. "Hell yeah, man. That’s because I don’t waste time on stupid stuff. I’ve got priorities, you know?"

The guys nodded in agreement, each of them trying to one-up each other with stories of parties, girls, and who’d bench-pressed the most at the gym.

Kyle’s new personality had already become a perfect fit for this crowd. He found himself throwing out one-liners about how much he hated studying, mocking anyone who wasn’t in sports, and bragging about how he could easily pick up a girl just by showing off his abs.

The old Cameron—the one who loved discussing the complexities of plant biology and how to identify different species of insects—seemed like a memory from a distant life. Now, he was the guy cracking jokes about how much homework he’d skipped or how much he could drink without puking.

And as the conversation shifted to tonight’s football game, Kyle grinned even wider. This was it. The peak of high school glory.

"After we crush these guys on the field, we’re gonna hit up Joey’s party," Kyle said with a smirk. "You know, get some drinks, talk to some babes. Maybe even let them take a selfie with me."

The guys laughed and cheered, high-fiving each other. They didn’t even seem to care that the game wasn’t for a few hours. They were all already living for the after-party, and that was enough.

And then, as if on cue, Madison showed up, leaning in from behind and slipping her arm around his waist. "Hey, Kyle," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready for tonight? You can show me how many push-ups you can do with me on top of you."

The table erupted in hoots and laughs, and Kyle felt an unfamiliar sense of pride flood him. Madison was his. She was smiling at him, wanting him, and all of his jock friends were jealous.

"Yeah," Kyle replied coolly, "I think tonight’s gonna be a good night."

And just like that, he realized: he didn’t care anymore. The old Cameron, the one who loved biology and was obsessed with books, was a distant, pointless memory. What mattered now was sports, muscles, parties, and making everyone around him know that he was the king of this school.

As Madison kissed him on the cheek, her fingers tracing his abs, Kyle couldn’t help but smirk. This was the life. And there was no going back. Not that he wanted to.

[elwenyere]

“...the hardships many non-Indigenous people dread most of the climate crisis are ones that Indigenous peoples have endured already due to different forms of colonialism."

-- Kyle Powys Whyte

"For the societies exploded, reorganised and even erased by fossil powered bourgeois modernity - the indigenous and colonised, the wretched of the earth - life unfolds already in disaster’s aftermath. It is already after the end of the world. For the rest of us, collapse is now."

-- Nathan Hensley

[arc-misadventures]

MFK with Jaune: Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley, and Selina Kyle

Jaune: MFK XII

Nora: Oh Jaune-Jaune~?

Jaune: No, you can’t have your grenades back.

Nora: But, that’s not…?!

Jaune: You aren’t allowed to test peoples bone density with your war hammer.

Nora: But, it’s only, Cardin… Wait! No, that’s not what I want…??

Jaune: You can’t have another, McSchneer Lumberjack Burger. They banned you after you demanded more maple syrup bacon strips, and subsequently destroyed the counter when they said no.

Nora: That’s not what I wanted to ask!

Jaune: It’s not; Then what is it?

Nora: MFK~!

Jaune: Naww fuck…

Nora: Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley, or Selina Kyle~?

Jaune: The ladies of, Batman’s Rouge Gallery? Why them?

Nora: Why not them?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Fair enough… Okay… I would kill, Poison Ivy.

Nora: Aww… but, I thought you liked us red heads~?

Jaune: I do, but it’s more of personality/mind set kind of thing. I understand why she wants to save the environment, and all that. But, considering her powers she could make plants that absorb the pollution, and cleanse the environment like nature currently does. I mean, we’ve got algae springing up the can digest plastics, and there are mushrooms capable of absorbing nuclear radiation. I mean come on! Poison Ivy could easily do that, and make something ten times better at doing that! But, no let’s kill all the corrupt businessmen, politicians, and everyone on the whole god damn planet to save the environment! That’s sounds lovely~!

Nora: Okay… that sounded personal…

Jaune: Sorry, but environmentalists annoy the hell out of me! I mean come on! Let’s stop using all fossil fuels, and natural gas to prevent the world from ending in the next five years, a notion that they have said a dozen times in the last three decades! Not to mention that idea would kill millions in a matter of weeks if implemented?!

Nora: …?!

Nora: So…

Nora: Who ya gonna fuck…?

Jaune: Harely Quinn.

Nora: Oh really, you got a thing for clowns~?

Jaune: No. I have to pick, and of the two I would like to sleep with, Harely Quinn. I’m curious about how flexible she would be, among other things…

Nora: Nice~!

Jaune: And, lastly I would marry, Selina Kyle.

Nora: Why her?

Jaune: Admittedly I like, Catwoman the most out of the trio. I like her mature elegance, that femme fatale, and saucy air about her. Plus, I read the comics, she a romantic at heart with, Bruce Wayne. Granted unless written as so, Selina never overcomes, Bruce’s obsession with being, Batman. But, in the stories they do get together, they form a strong lasting pair who grow up to have a loving family together with.

Jaune: I want that too…

Jaune: You happy, Nora, have you got your answer.

Nora: I’m ecstatic, Fearless Leader~! I’ll see you later~!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Somethings off with that smile of hers… I don’t like it…

~~~

Nora: Alright ladies, have you made your decision?

Cinder: Perfectly! I will be going as, Catwoman. I already have a catsuit that I know, Jaune will absolutely drool all over~!

Nora: Oh, nice! It really shows of your phat ass! He better give that a nice hard slap when he sees it!

Cinder: I’ll give him plenty of reasons to do just that~! Now, Neo will be using her semblance to dress as, Harley Quinn. She is also flexible enough to play the part~!

Nora: I’m sure, Jaune will love that~! Don’t pull a muscle out there , Neo!

Neo: 😁

Nora: No, I’m being serious, he will pull some muscles when he’s done with you!

Neo: 🤕🥴

Nora: Oh~? Kinky, I like it~!

Cinder: And, lastly, Emerald will be using her semblance to appear as, Poison Ivy!

Emerald: Are you sure this will work? He hates, Poison Ivy.

Nora: That means he’ll hate fuck you to get rid of that pent up rage~!

Emerald: Oh…? Oh~? Oh that sounds like fun~!

Cinder: Alright girl, let’s head out! Let’s show, Jaune what’s it’s like to be embrace by a trio of femme fetale’s~!

Emerald: Thanks, Nora, we really appreciate your help!

Nora: No problem ladies! And, good luck!

Nora: Cause… you’ll need it… oh boy you’ll need it…

[herebecritters]

Various doodles~

[writingfromasgard]

I recently overheard my parents talking and they were talking about how much of a mess I am/how all over the place I am even though I'm in my late 20s. It's be nice to read something where you're going through something and gaz comforts you

Gaz Masterlist

First off, even if you are all over the place, that isn't a bad thing. If you've got a lot of interests, they probably all have something in common. Growing up I had a ton of interests - computers, coding, rocks, fossils, engineering, marines, drawing, crafting, farming. They're all similar because its either creating or learning. Find the commonality between your interests and rest assured.. Gaz would def comfort you after a trip to your parents.

Kyle Gaz Garrick hates to see you when you go to your parents' home. You come back a wreck, emotionally drained and too quiet. At first, he never knew what to do.

Now, he pours his soul into cooking you a sinfully rich dish. It wraps around you like a blanket, warming you from the inside out. He tries out new recipes, finding the right cuisine that perks you up.

After the meal, he guides you into a bathroom. You break down sometimes when he starts lathering your skin with his body wash. If you want to shave, he helps, kissing the now smooth skin with his lips.

He always leaves you for a few minutes toward the end of the bath or shower to dig out the electric heating blanket and plug it up. He rubs lotion into your skin, wiping away any tears that might still be falling.

Kyle's favorite part comes when he's dressed you and drags you onto the couch, wrapped in the warm blanket with that old show you binge watch. He might ply you with little candy or even ice cream during the show but mainly, he pulls you toward him and lets you burrito yourself in the blanket.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

*raises hand* I saw the chatterbox Stan post and my RP partner and I literally HC him as the chatterbox if A). He’s with people he’s close to (ie Kyle) and B). If an animal thing is brought up. I also feel like he’s a closet stones and gems kinda nerd but, again, only around people who show interest. I feel like Cartman would be like “Stan, no one cares about dumbass rocks”, and he would shut down but like later Kyle or Wendy or Sharon would be like “Hey, can you tell me a little more about amethysts?” And then he would literally talk to the point of being tuckered out.

Also don’t get him started on Fantasy talk, he won’t stop for no one on that one. - Irok

Irok my dude you ALWAYS get the exact Stanathan vibe I operate with! He’s definitely a rock enthusiast are you kidding me I mean like pre Tegrity Randy was a whole geologist Stan definitely knows a shit ton about rocks and minerals. Bro is digging in the hills and super stoked on fossils. Had a pottery phase. Am I projecting onto Stan again yes. And DEADASS this boy is a fantasy geek. He knows wayyyy too much lore and WILL infodump if you get him started.

[written-nature]

We are apes who learned to master fire, domesticate plants and animals, conquer distance, build machines, and tap fossil energy. We live like no other ape, and in consequence we have a brood of parasites unlike any of our relatives in the animal kingdom.

"Plagues Upon the Earth: Disease and the Course of Human History" - Kyle Harper

[its-a-date]

Meanwhile, evolution continued throughout the Pleistocene, and evidence of various descendants of Homo erectus both within Africa and across Eurasia are found in the fossil record. The most familiar of these offshoots, excluding ourselves, are the Neanderthals, who lived from about four hundred thousand years until about thirty-five thousand years ago in the Near East and Europe.

"Plagues Upon the Earth: Disease and the Course of Human History" - Kyle Harper

[tenth-sentence]

In other domains – mechanized production, milling, even the use of fossil fuels – China's technical advances were equally precocious.

"Plagues Upon the Earth: Disease and the Course of Human History" - Kyle Harper

[gettoheaven-wishforhell]

My Class of '09 OC Luke

If no one reads this, it's just a way for me to convert my thinking into writing.

I do not have any pictures, sorry. I haven't quite figured out his design.

Age: 16-18 (Depends on which game)

Gender: Cis male (He/him)

Family: Mother, stepfather, ex-stepfather, father (incarcerated), maternal aunt, maternal grandparents (estranged), paternal relatives (estranged)

Friends (or the closest to): Nicole (dependant on route), Jecka (DOR), Kyle, Trody, Braxton, Crispin, Hunter, Emily (in most routes), his drug clients

Enemies: Kylar, Nicole (DOR), Jecka (DOR), Jeffery, Megan, faculty of LHS, Emily (DOR), his own family (DOR), the mall cop

Fun facts about him:

- He plays the guitar

- He is a Marilyn Manson fan

- His celebrity crush is either Marilyn Manson or Avril Lavigne

- He is bi (50/50 lean towards women and men)

- He sells and buy large quantities of drugs

- He smokes atleast 2 cigarettes a day

- He carries around a pocket knife

- He moves to New Zealand at some point in his adulthood

- He has no plan or ambition for college, so he doesn't attend affter graduating high school

- He speaks English and Spanish

- He has ADHD, PTSD, major trust issues and bipolar disorder. May also develop ASPD.

- He owns and wears a trench coat

- If he had to work anywhere, he would work at Hot Topic.

- If it was up to him, he would live with his aunt, who is schizophrenic and childless and would give him indefinite freedom.

He has a backstory similar to Nicole's. Unstable home life, moving often, parental issues. He was born in Texas, his mother a stripper and his father a Mexican illegal immigrant. Due to his father's legal status, the family had to move states 3 times (Texas -> Louisiana-> Oklahoma->Arkansas). The father was physically and verbally abusive to Luke and the mother.

When Luke was 10, his father was arrested after Luke brought his illegally owned gun with him to school (No one was hurt). Luke's father was arrested for illegal possesion of weapons, illegal immigration and cartel involvement (the reason he illegally immigrated in the 1st place). Since then, he has been out of the picture and doing time in a Mexican prison. Luke and his mother moved once again (Arkansas->Arizona) after Luke received a state-wide expulsion and their home was gambled away.

Luke's mother is no better. She is an alcoholic and a drug addict. She never intervened whenever Luke was abused. She once even allowed it to happen when an aquaintance offered her herion in exchange. Less than a year after her divorce, she remarried. Luke's stepfather was more emotionally abusive than his biological one.

One fateful day after 5 years of mutual hatred, Luke was pushed over the edge and got his revenge by cutting the brakes on his stepfather's car. Coincidentially, his stepfather got into a car accident the following day and could never walk again. The police ruled the case as an accident, as there was no proof of foul play.

Less than a month later, Luke had to move states again (Arizona->Virginia). Just after getting settled! His whore mother had gotten remarried to some rich old fossile. He couldn't believe it. Why move across the country because she was dependant on a man to have a source of income for her crack addiction? Oh well, not like he had a choice. He was 16, after all and couldn't run away.