#oily tempera

[aleesabella]

Oily tempera on canvas by Roberto Ferri, 2020

[teaboot]

If you could pick 2 to 5 current animals to make a hybrid, what would you pick?

I would do platypus for most of the body, raven for wings and intelligence, peacock for coloring, and pigs for the noises because pig snorts make me laugh.

Asks are supposed to be fun, if you don't want to answer or take a while to answer that is perfectly fine. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

I have been thinking about this ALL DAY

My ideal animal to play God at making would HAVE TO BE:

Soft. Ideally pettable. Furry, but not like. Bristly or oily

Not stinky. Dogs always smell like foot, I'm sorry

Affectionate, but not clingy

Character-ful. Imperfect. TOO cute or sweet and we get into uncomfortable uncanny Valley territory.

Self-sufficient. Will it survive in it's natural habitat? Can it protect itself from stupid people? Needs some form of self-defense.

NOW, given these criteria I have chosen THESE CREACHURS :

MOLE

Mole fur sticks directly up from its body to minimize friction when digging forwards OR backwards. With the fur of the mole, THIS CREACHUR is PETTABLE IN ALL DIRECTIONS.

2. CRESTED AUKLET

For some godforsaken reason, the crested anklet is a bird which releases the smell of SWEET TANGERINES, a scent which I am personally fond of. THIS CREACHUR smells DELIGHTFUL.

3. DOMESTIC CAT

THIS CREACHUR is AFFECTIONATE TOWARDS HUMANS, but not so much that it's constantly trying to crawl up your ass. IDEAL SOCIAL COMPANION

4. SILKY ANTEATER

The silky anteater, like the platypus, is a SLIGHTLY FUCKED LITTLE GUY. Look at him. He's adorable, but not saccharine. He's approachable. Believable. Somewhat muppet-like. A real down-to-earth guy. An everyman sort of freak. A friend.

5. EMPEROR SCORPION

One of the more chill scorpions, the Emperor Scorpion is MILDLY VENOMOUS. By which I mean, like. Bee sting-level. You probably won't let your toddler goof around with one, but you could still feasibly keep one as a pet. THIS CREACHUR is SECURE

TO CONCLUDE:

We are looking at an affectionate, roughly kitten-sized animal with a cat's temperament and the fur of a mole, which smells of citrus fruits, is shaped like a silky anteater, and is able to deliver a first-painful, then mostly-just-itchy sting when threatened. Artist's render pending

[llamagoddessofficial]

@justanotherotaku1102, thank you sm for commissioning Skull from the coffee shop AU being a loveable boye 🥺 he is Everything

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This wasn’t your first attempt at dough. You felt increasingly, though, like it was going to be your last.

It was the very early morning, at your coffee shop, sunshine was already peeking through the windows of the kitchen. 6am... you’d already set up the cafe for the 7am opening, machines cleared and prepared, cutlery and dishes cleaned and ready to go, food out in the display cases. You and your only employee were now just cleaning up, preparing for opening- you’d felt like you had enough spare time this morning to attempt some baking.

...

You probably would’ve been better to just throw the ingredients straight in the garbage.

You had no idea what it was. It seemed like you were cursed, or something. You really thought that by now, you’d be able to successfully manage something as basic as a bread dough- you were hoping that your time around your professional baker suitors would’ve meant that some of their prowess would’ve rubbed off on you. Sans’ ability to craft the most intricate and incredibly delicate pieces, Red’s magic touch with even the most complex pies, surely you’d pick up some skills?

You really hadn’t.

... You stepped away from the oily, sticky mess on the countertop in front of you, fingers caked in mixture. You were getting unreasonably frustrated over some fucking bread dough... looking at your wasted work, you felt choked up and angry.  

...

“... struggling?” Skull asked.

You looked over your shoulder at him. He was by the oven, big eye quietly observing you... you could see why he used to scare you so much. But right now, Skull was the only person who could talk to you without you exploding. A softspoken giant with a gentle temperament, he was a baker by trade- he had been here in the kitchen since at least 4 in the morning, making the pastries and cakes that decorated the shelves of your cafe. Stars knows you needed him, given your absolute dogshit baking skills.

He had been quietly watching the whole time. You knew he had. You bit back frustrated tears, smearing your sticky hands over your apron- “Yes. I’m giving up.”

“... the dough?”

“Going in the trash.” You choked. “Where my cooking belongs.”

“... can i... see?”

Skull didn’t like food waste. Any kind of food waste. You deflated... suddenly feeling bad for talking about throwing it away. Some of the anger dissipated.

“... Sure. You can try and save it.” You stepped back from the sticky mess of oil, flour, water and yeast. “Do what you want.”

... Skull moved over. He walked slowly, with a gentle lean, like one side of him weighed slightly more than the other... he stood beside you at the countertop, looking at your ‘work’. His jagged face meant he preferred to spend his days at the cafe hidden away in the kitchen, cooking while you handled customer service. He was at his happiest when making something.

He stared at your mess.

...

“jus’ needs... more flour.” He mumbled. “and... kneading.”

“I can’t knead.” You said, dejectedly.

He glanced at you.

“... show me.”

You looked up at him- you didn’t know why he wanted you to show him when he’d probably seen your sad and frustrated kneading attempts earlier. But you did as he asked, moving back in front of the bread. He had said more flour, right? You took a handful of flour out of the bag and generously dusted your terrible creation. You pressed your hands into it... doing the closest you could get to the method you saw in videos and on TV.

...

Skull moved behind you. And suddenly, his huge hands were on either side of your own. 

You froze; wait, he was standing behind you? So close, too... close enough that you could feel the warmth coming off him. Your heart thudded- what?

His chest gently bumped your upper back.

“here.” He said softly, breath ruffling your hair. His big, scarred hands reached forward...

... And took yours in his own.

You clamped your mouth shut to stop the tiny squeak from escaping you. You felt like you were being swallowed, and you didn’t dislike it. He smelled like cinnamon. Skull guided your hands patiently- he angled your palms, and helped you push the dough, the ball of your hand first. His precision and experience was clear with the smoothness and direction of his movements... and on top of that, he knew exactly how gently to hold your tiny human hands.

“... push n’ roll.” He said. “s’that simple. don’t worry... bout speed. people who... knead fast... have been doin’ it for years.”

You could hear your heart in your ears, now. You’d seen this guy lift up your fridge with one hand, so he could sweep underneath it- you knew the feats of strength he was capable of. And yet, he somehow held your hands like they were glass, while still applying enough pressure to guide them. 

You tried your damndest to concentrate, to make the most of his clear expertise. Push and roll. Push and roll...

...

... And... oddly enough, not fussing about the bread too much because you were constantly thinking about Skull’s slow breaths tickling your scalp and his massive arms around you, you found you were robotically performing the motions he was guiding without your usual overthinking. It only took a few moments for you to realise you were actually kneading the dough. Properly.

... A swell of pride in your chest, and a little smile on your face. Maybe you weren’t cursed after all?

“... there we go. you got it.” He murmured, affectionately, almost right up against your hair. The way he said that, him murmuring so close, his deep voice through his chest... you were kinda glad he was behind you, he couldn’t see you blushing. Would he catch you if you fainted?

“R-Red kneads fast.” You managed to get out. He kept kneading with you.

“he’s showing off.” Skull said, disapprovingly.

You couldn’t help but snort. The dough was starting to take on a smooth, flawless texture. “And Sans?”

“probably... can’t make bread. bread’s not... science enough.”

A warm laugh escaped you. For a moment, you could’ve sworn Skull paused- but not too long.

... Skull was right about the bread. I mean, of course he was. But it was still nice to see your mistake gradually turning into something that would probably look alright in the oven. With some flour, and some kneading, it more and more resembled an object that could soon become edible. Your efforts (and the ingredients) weren’t totally wasted.

Skull finally took his hands off yours... placing them on the counter. You immediately missed the warmth. But you now had, before you, a lovely silky-looking ball of dough.

“... Then it proves. Right?” You turned, looking up over your shoulder at him. Even though he’d taken his hands off yours he didn’t take his hands off of either side of you. His big, warm eye stared down at you.

“... mhm. ‘bout n hour.” He tilted his head. “want... me to prove, and bake? since... you’ll be... busy.”

“You trying to put a bun in my oven, Skull?” You teased.

...

Skull’s eyelight widened. And his whole face, just like that, flooded with an ultramarine blue.

“u-uh.”

...

You made yourself smile, despite your furious embarrassment and burning face. You moved to the side- he took his arm off the counter, letting you slip out from his enveloping personal space bubble.

“I-I should go wash my hands and open the store.” You blabbed, smearing your hands on your poor apron again. You’d need to grab a replacement, no way you could greet customers like this. “Would you like another coffee before the doors open?”

He nodded, dumbly. “... m... mhm.”

You scurried away, desperately needing a moment to cool, so your cheeks weren’t on fire when people started coming through the door.

...

Skull, alone in the kitchen, busied himself with readying your bread dough for proofing- trying to find a way to distract himself, and stop the loud purring that had immediately started filtering out of his chest once you were out of earshot.

[saintaegon]

thots on gamer “basement dweller” chubby!aegon ii

tw: mentions of poor hygiene, unhealthy eating habits, weight gain + ill-temperament

thank you @sugarpopss for fostering these ideas 🫶🏻

the second that aegon leaves high school for college, he falls into the trap of “juvenile independence”.

of course he chose to move out, it doesn’t matter that his room at home was larger than the entire second floor of his dormitory. he is alone; a good distance from home, in lannisport.

it begins slowly, insidious, at first. he stays up late, sure, but instead of partying into the night at a seedy club, it’s grinding and farming on a MMORPG.

soon enough, his grades slip even further and his attendance plummets. his curtains are barely ever drawn and his room is suffocated by a thick, stale smog.

that’s when the weight really piles on.

aegon’s not been slender for a LONG time but whereas he was “chubby” before, he’s undeniably hefty now.

his daily routine of going to bed at 7am and waking up at 6pm and consuming around ten thousand calories nightly really affects him.

his cheeks are fuller and the pudge beneath his chin softens into a thick, widespread layer.

he doesn’t notice at first. poor baby.

his hips begin to spill over his waistband and his soft gut fills up more and more room on his lap.

pudgy fingers routinely itch at the curve of his stretched-out waistband; struggling to contain the growth of his plump flesh.

pink blotches bloom on his tender skin where his sugary energy drinks and oily pizzas congeal into a hefty ball of fat.

it’s not long before his thick love handles are spilling off the sides of his expensive gaming chair, and he needs a larger one with a higher weight support.

with a higher weight, and higher sugar and fat consumption, comes a rotten temperament.

bloated cheeks and plump lips spit out curses and insults as he’s gaming nightly.

he’s a toxic player, especially when it comes to games like fortnite, league and dead by daylight (he’s a bubba main).

in dbd matches, he’ll routinely perv on female character skins and is a nuisance when it comes to pretending to be friendly or farming points, then getting a 4k.

the thick band of his headphones digs into his messy, greasy curls and bites into the fat of his cheeks.

his breathing is heavier; laboured, to the point that his brothers tease him for being “mouth breather” during team speak gaming sessions.

eventually, as aegon’s weight creeps up and his grades plummet to record lows, he flunks out and returns home where his habits only worsen.

[crosstheveil]

Temperaments: Physical Appearance (AI-Generated)

Choleric (Fire)

Thin and angular body

Reddish or yellowish complexion

Piercing, intense eyes

Thin and dry lips

Pointed, angular features

Thin, wiry hair

Tendency to sweat profusely

Sanguine (Air)

Robust and muscular body

Ruddy complexion

Large, expressive eyes

Red and full lips

Rounded, fleshy face

Thick, curly hair

Tendency to perspire easily

Phlegmatic (Water)

Plump and round body

Pale, moist complexion

Large, soft eyes

Thick and flabby lips

Rounded features

Thick, wavy hair

Tendency towards oily skin and hair

Melancholic (Earth)

Thin and bony body

Pale complexion

Deep-set, serious eyes

Thin and compressed lips

High forehead

Thin, straight hair

Tendency towards dry skin and hair

[metaphrasis]

WATER AND STONES. [...] artists’ pigments are made from fluids (these days, usually petroleum prod-ucts and plant oils) mixed together with powdered stones to give color. All oil paints, watercolors, gouaches, and acrylics are made that way, and so are more solid concoctions including pastels, ink blocks, crayons, and charcoal. They differ only in the proportions of water and stone—or to put it more accurately, medium and pigment. To make oil paint, for example, it is only necessary to buy powdered rock and mix it with a medium, say linseed oil, so that it can be spread with a brush. Very little more is involved in any pigment, and the same observations apply to other visual arts. Ceramics begins with the careful mixing of tap water and clay, and the wet clay slip is itself a dense mixture of stone and water. Watery mud is the medium of ceramists, just as oily mud is the medium of painters. Mural paint-ing uses water and stone, and tempera uses egg and stone. Even a medium like bronze casting relies on the capacity of “stone”—that is, the mixture of tin, lead, copper, zinc, and other metals—to become a river of bright orange fluid. [...] 

A painting is made of paint—of fluids and stone—and paint has its own logic, and its own meanings even before it is shaped into the head of a madonna. To an artist, a picture is both a sum of ideas and a blurry memory of “pushing paint,” breathing fumes, dripping oils and wiping brushes, smearing and diluting and mixing. Bleary preverbal thoughts are intermixed with the namable concepts, figures and forms that are being represented. The material memories are not usually part of what is said about a picture, and that is a fault in interpretation because every painting captures a certain resistance of paint, a prodding gesture of the brush, a speed and insistence in the face of mindless matter: and it does so at the same moment, and in the same thought, as it captures the expression of a face. [...] 

Paint records the most delicate gesture and the most tense. It tells whether the painter sat or stood or crouched in front of the canvas. Paint is a cast made of the painter’s movements, a portrait of the painter’s body and thoughts. The muddy moods of oil paints are the painter’s muddy humors, and its brilliant transformations are the painter’s unexpected discoveries. Painting is an unspoken and largely uncognized dialogue, where paint speaks silently in masses and colors and the artist responds in moods. All those meanings are intact in the paintings that hang in museums: they preserve the memory of the tired bodies that made them, the quick jabs, the exhausted truces, the careful nourishing gestures. Painters can sense those motions in the paint even before they notice what the paintings are about. Paint is water and stone, and it is also liquid thought.

— James Elkins, What Painting Is

[cannedcrow]

Arbitrary Darkness (Hermitcraft monster hunter AU) : Part IV

Part III

A/N: enjoy some angst and grit! I’m pleased with this chapter.

TW for blood and violence

~ please rb if you enjoy! ….〆(･ω･。) ~

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Grian went still, his thoughts charging wildly as he processed the situation. His gun was pressed against the small of his back, but in this crowd it’d do about as much good as a peashooter. He decided it was best to employ the time-honoured tactic of weaselling.

“What?” He tried for casual amusement, but Scar leant towards him with an air of conspiracy.

“I can hear your heart beating, A~drien,” he said in a sing-songy tone, his friendly temperament not shifting a beat. This, Grian reflected with horror, was probably true - to make up for their poor sense of smell, phantoms had superb hearing and sight. His right arm still rested on the bar, and he began ever so slowly to slide it back towards his gun.

His movement did not go unnoticed. With barely a moment to spare, Doc slammed a heavy hand on Grian’s wrist and pinned it to the bar. Occupants were starting to take notice now, the thud drawing curious gazes to them. As Grian surveyed the onlookers warily, a horribly familiar face slid through the tables and Tango approached. He wasn’t wearing his glasses or gloves, and his eyes - that deep, hateful red - were still a shock to Grian. His shoulder was bandaged, judging by gauze that just peeked out of his shirt collar. His hands were blackened at his fingertips, ending in short, thornlike claws, and like Grian, he had a tail, long, dark and thin, with a tuft of fur at the end that twitched with interest.

“Hi, Tango!” Scar greeted him brightly, “A friend of yours dropped by to say hello.”

This new blow pushed Grian’s shock over the edge. He struggled to wrench free his right hand to no avail, and instead grabbed for his gun with his left - But it wasn’t there. A noise made him crane his head to see Etho absently spinning his gun on the bar and giving him an apologetic look, as though he were merely informing Grian that a hotel was full.

“Now now, play nice,” Scar scolded, anchoring Grian’s other wrist.

Tango cackled, a raucous sound like a cracking fire, an expression of wicked delight on his face.

“Hi buddy! Aw, you don’t seem pleased to see me. Maybe you were expecting -“ he raised his voice to a comical, posh falsetto, “Miss Tabitha Crawley, who’s so terribly worried about those monsters in the alley!”

He laughed again as a new wave of fury washed over Grian, burning in his cheeks.

“Lookit you, all dressed up!” He approached Grian, pulling the glove off the hand still being crushed by Doc to reveal the birdlike appendage beneath.

“Now that’s commitment,” Tango remarked with the same oily snideness. But as he examined Grian’s hand, he frowned just slightly, his derisive attitude faltering for the first time. Without warning, he dug his claws in hard, and Grian cried out in surprise.

“No way!” Tango exclaimed with genuine shock.

“No way what?” Grian spat, wanting nothing more than to kill Tango and get it done with.

“The term ‘race-traitor’ seems appropriate here,” Etho submitted mildly.

“Man, I can’t decide which of us should be more embarrassed. It never crossed my mind you were a nonhuman!”

Doc, who it seemed barely needed to exert any force to keep Grian pinned and was calmly sipping his drink, added, “and here we were thinking you were undercover. What an upset.”

Grian gritted his teeth. “What the hell is this?” He demanded with the frightened anger of one falsely accused, “whatever it is, you’ve got the wrong person. I haven’t done anything!”

He let his gaze flit pleadingly about the room and noticed some onlookers exchanging unsure glances.

“Uh, you sure you’re not manhandling a guest, Doc?”

The speaker was a stocky man a little shorter than Doc, whose dark brown hair was tied loosely back, almost hiding his pricked canine ears. He was dressed somewhat casually, his shirt half unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to to expose bluntly clawed hands covered in wiry dark fur that faded up his forearms. He had a sparse, neat beard surrounding a roguish, fanged grin that was oddly charming.

“Ren,” Doc greeted warmly, as if welcoming a guest to tea.

Paying no mind to the exchange, Tango’s eyes narrowed. “Save yourself some embarrassment and don’t try that bullshit with me, Grian,” he hissed, his breath hot on Grian’s face, “We had a perfectly civil thing going, but you were too much of a sanctimonious, nosy fuck to let a good thing be.”

“Civil?” Grian snarled, “You call yourself civil? You’re a murderous, conniving demon. If I had any sense I’d’ve rid the world of you the moment we met, monster or not.”

Anger rippled through the room at this. Grian realised he’d given up any pretence of ignorance, but that plan had long since withered. Anyway, it felt good to express his fury, however unwise his compromising position might make it.

“An imp, actually,” Doc corrected coolly, “no horns.”

Ren cocked his head, a gesture so doglike that if it weren’t for the gravity of the current situation, Grian would’ve laughed. “Hate to interrupt … but aren’t harpies carnivores?”

“Yeah Grian, aren’t they?” Scar pressed with mock-curiosity, clearly enjoying himself.

“I don’t kill people,” he gritted tersely.

Doc snorted. “So that’s why you are so … small. I thought you were a bird of prey, only I’d never seen one with such little wings.”

Grian flushed, irritated at the jab. He was sick of this, humiliated at being toyed with publicly and furious - at Scar, at Doc, at Tango and at his own naïveté.

“Whatever the hell it is you want, get it over with.” He had no intention of pleading, even if he’d thought it’d do any good.

Tango regarded him appraisingly, and it was clear from his utterly apathetic gaze that he hadn’t a shred of a reservation for Grian. There’d never been real friendship between them, and the polite mutual respect that existed had been shredded the moment Grian had drawn his gun in that alley.

“You think you’re different, do you?” Tango’s voice was venomous and twisted with derision. “You think you’re a hero? You’re just like the rest of us and you always will be. If you think you’re like them, then go - take off your cloak and gloves and wait for their gratitude. Go see how you like the people you think you’re saving; see how different they think you are.”

Tango took Grian’s hand again, holding it like a palm-reader would. Then he pressed the pad of his thumb hard into one of Grian’s talons, drawing a bright bead of blood that trickled down his hand, followed eagerly by another. He held his bleeding hand near Grian’s face as if letting a dog get acquainted with his scent.

“Come on, birdie,” he coaxed mockingly, a glint of gleeful cruelty in his eyes.

The scent of humanoid blood stirred the same deeply suppressed instinct in Grian as it always did. He felt his heartbeat rise just slightly and knew already his pupils would be dilating. He ran his tongue over his sharp canines.

I’ll kill you, he thought savagely as he unflinchingly returned Tango’s malevolent, ruby stare, I’ll rip you limb from fucking limb, you evil bastard.

Tango smiled even more widely and wiped his blood down Grian’s lips and chin, a horribly lascivious gesture that made him shudder involuntarily.

But Grian wasn’t the only one who’s interest had been captured by the fresh blood. Scar’s grip had slackened just slightly, his eyes fixed hungrily on the interaction before him. Now or never.

In a moment, he violently twisted his wrist free, grabbed the knife stowed in his waistband and used the arm anchored by Doc as leverage to plunge it into him - he didn’t know where, for in that split second, pain had exploded in his forearm, powerful jaws dragging him upwards before releasing him. He toppled backwards, falling hard with a spray of broken glass as his head cracked a shelf. His head spun wildly as he tried desperately to reorient himself, and when he looked up it was to meet the harlequin gaze of a massive, pale snow leopard, teeth freshly blooded and bared in a snarl.

The room had descended into chaos. He heard Doc shouting for order above the cacophony of inhuman anger and distress. His shoulder was badly wrenched and while the pain was distant, he felt blood pulsing from the deep wounds in his forearm, hot and angry and demanding that he take action. He scrabbled frantically in the broken glass around him, hoping for any sort of weapon, aid, anything. Etho padded closer, and among the bar’s detritus, his fist closed blessedly on what felt like a shrivelled, apricot-sized ball.

A thump came from behind him as Grian shoved the chorus fruit into his mouth, even as a huge paw attempted to swat it away.

Scar had evidently vaulted the bar, and without hesitation he sunk vicious fangs deep into Grian’s shoulder as though with enough force he could keep him there. Pain shot through him, acidic and hot. Etho leapt forward, teeth meeting in his wing, the weight of his forepaws crushing Grian’s torso as he extended his claws. He cried out, swiped blindly with his own talons and felt them find purchase in Etho’s furred cheek—

But Grian had already spat the chorus fruit pulp from his mouth, and he seemed to run through the teeth like water as space turned momentarily liquid.

The next thing he knew was the cool tile pressed against his cheek, shocking in competition with the sweat and blood like lava on his skin. Get up. Go! He’d been lucky to end up in the lobby, but he knew he still didn’t have enough time. He scrambled to his feet unsteadily, even as he heard Impulse’s concerned inquiry and accompanying hoofbeats. He fled through the corridor, slammed his aching shoulder against the concealed doorway, and stumbled through the maze of rusting slaughterhouse equipment, leaving smears of his own blood on metal that hadn’t tasted it for a long time.

Then he was in the alley again. The sky was an inky mass far above him, darker than usual thanks to the oppressive clouds. In his absence, the rain had returned in earnest, chilling him violently. There wasn’t any time to conceal his wings and tail, and Grian prayed the darkness and late hour would be enough to ensure silent streets.

Terror ran rampant throughout him as he dashed homeward, pain and rainfall distorting his sense of direction. More than the monsters he’d angered though, he was terrified of the bite on his shoulder. Phantoms had powerful paralytic venom developed to fell their prey without them having to latch onto them long. He had no idea how long he had before the venom started it’s work - depending on what percentage phantom blood was in Scar, it could be as little as 20 minutes. In his panic he fancied he could already feel venom creeping through his veins, turning them iron-wrought.

Thankfully, the streets were empty - no one sensible ventured into the rain on a night like this, not when any manner of crooks or monsters could be skulking in the shadows. He knew he was followed by an irregular trail of blood and hoped it would be enough to wash it away.

Seville Square was far behind him now, but as he navigated his way through the labyrinthine alleys of New Hermiton, his adrenaline took a backseat and his energy waned. He panted raggedly even as he shivered, soaked through with nothing but his undershirt on.

After what felt like hours, Grian recognised the stonework of the uniform apartments he knew as home. Undue relief washed over him like rain. It was as he made for the side door that he misstepped, slipping on the slick steps and tumbling helplessly to the base of the stairs a few feet below the street. As he curled tightly into himself, pain jolting through him, exhaustion saw it’s chance and swept in on heavy wings.

He couldn’t move anymore, too much of the adrenaline-wary pain and fear was pouring into him. The pavement was wet and slimy with moss, but at least it was partially sheltered by an overhang. He banged a fist weakly against the door, but either Mumbo wasn’t there, or simply couldn’t hear him.

He couldn’t bring himself even to stand. Pain lashing through his injured wing, he wrapped his wings tightly around himself, thankful for the camouflage of his dark plumage. He found himself sobbing, the kind that wracks one’s body entirely - though perhaps that was partially to the credit of his trembling. He wasn’t quite sure why he was crying - Anger, stress, fear, and pain were all valid contenders. His injuries ached dully, softly weeping blood onto the pavement. Scar’s bite burned with acidic fury, pain pulsing from it in steady waves. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

The nights events replayed in his head over and over, snippets of conversation blurring together. ‘can’t drink on the job?’ … ‘..see how you like the people you think you’re saving…’ ‘I can hear your heart beating ….’

On a lullaby of disjointed memory, Grian was dragged beneath the black waves of fitful sleep.

[phantomato]

[F]or a long time I stuck to writing pre-canon fics or AUs because I felt intimidated by the need to Address The Thing. And eventually, I did…. 197,000 words of Addressing The Thing. It was a lot of fun to write, it got a good reception, I was pretty happy with it overall.

But then the fic was finished, and I went on to writing other things…. I had a reader ask me “Do you ever plan to Address The Thing in this fic?” I felt kind of jarred. Because… I already wrote that fic….

And that’s just it! That’s just so exhausting, both from a writing and a reading perspective. I don’t want to have to wade through ten thousand words of Addressing The Thing, over and over and over…. An entire fandom full of fics that are about exactly the same thing would be awful.

Clipped from: mikkeneko

Thoughts on this and why I’ll never order two cakes below the cut.

With apologies to those who will always order two cakes.

If there’s one thing I love, it’s older meta. I came across the linked piece tonight, and I don’t even fully agree with the discussion that led to mikkeneko’s addition, but I adore that addition, so it was a worthwhile read. I’ve carved out the core part of it, if you’ll excuse my ellipses; it’s worth reading the less-choppy version.

Anyway, what I enjoy about older meta is seeing how the same thoughts and conversations have been circling through the fan community for years, even decades, in essentially recognizable forms. I’ve felt this for a long time, as my very patient and wonderful friends can attest, and here I am, quoting a six-year-old post, finally able to put my thoughts in order thanks to it.

There’s that adage that goes around tumblr, and fandom more broadly, about authors who worry whether their take on a recurring trope/premise/etc. will be welcome. “Well, of course,” the tumblr post/comic assures the reader, “what’s better than two cakes?” And I am so glad that fandom makes space for that, joyfully encourages it, and that readers and writers who love revisiting the same moments in canon, the same plot inspiration, the same tropes or kinks for their favs, can find all that they want in this space.

With that said, I don’t want a second cake. It’s just not my temperament—if I’ve had a satisfactory/enjoyable cake, I will next want a pie, or something to drink, or something that’s not sweet at all. This goes double for my work as a creator; perhaps I will circle back around to wanting to eat yellow cake in a few weeks or months, but I don’t want to bake it again for years. I like variety!

I write pre-canon, primarily. It’s not a coincidence. The character I like best lives for 64 years before canon starts up, which is most of his life. He experiences everything you would expect of someone that old, and more, and there are dozens of jumping-off points in even the scant history we get about him. On the other hand, canon lasts seven years, and he dies at the end of it. Canon doesn’t account for every second of his life in those seven years, no; there are many plot threads to pick up. However, by virtue of being the antagonist, canon brings bundles of baggage—if you diverge in year three, what about XYZ other plot events that we know are taking place? If you do anytime before the end of year four, you’ve got to reckon with how he gets a body, and after year four, his body looks a certain way that you’ll have to address. Don’t forget about his supporters, and his housing situation, and the increasing degree of investment from the protagonist towards destroying the antagonist, and…

It’s a lot.

It’s a lot that I have, quite neatly, sidestepped (re)writing.

I took it on in Oily Water, a project that had a false start, 10k words deep before I realized I wasn’t satisfied, needed to scrap it all, and restart. That’s over a sixth of its finished length, mind. I rewrote it from an entirely new POV. And while I love what I created, I consider that exercise finished. I’ve written the canon-era fic; I’ve eaten that cake. It was a chore for me. Perhaps I’ll want to eat it again in two or three years, but probably not before. I don’t care about canon—and not just in the sense of “screw the rules, I have money I can write a different plot,” but very, very sincerely: I don’t care about anyone or anything that defines the canon era, and I don’t want to write there.

I’ve done it already.

I’ve Addressed The Thing.

Not every story needs to be about The Thing, even when The Thing is defined as “the canon and core of this universe.” I write a villain; I am so tired of the set of expectations that demand answers as to how he deals with his boy-hero nemesis and how he wins or ends or survives his war and how his magic macguffins are dealt with. The boy hero’s never born, and if he is, he’s irrelevant, not fit for even a one-line mention. The war doesn’t start because my story changed so much in the decades prior. I don’t give a shit about magic, let alone macguffins, and they’re not named. I free myself from baggage by refusing to pick it up in the first place.

And that’s lonely, as it happens. I think it’s very reasonable and expected that most fans of a thing will want to spend the majority of their time in the canon, playing with the main characters, and revisiting the events that define the series. I know it’s a little silly to look for community in the vast blankness of the extra-canonical timeline, where there are few signposts to guide the way, but I do. I relate very strongly to the statement that it is exhausting to both encounter the same types of content over and over again, and to deal with the expectation that my content provide those same elements. I would stop writing before I put myself through replaying canon endlessly—it is, again, just not my temperament. I need the change and lack of expectation that comes from looking at other parts of the timeline in order to feel creatively fulfilled.

There’s no takeaway message in this, I’m afraid. I don’t come out of reading mikkeneko’s post with any great insights into… how to be more content with my role as a fic author, or how to navigate membership in the wider fandom. I am glad to see someone else express that desire to avoid particular areas of canon baggage, and the associated pressure to do just the opposite, that’s plagued me in my time here. I just don’t want to Address The Thing, and each time I flirt with it, with taking on some part of the mantle of expectation, I become only more convinced that it’s a poor fit for me and that I shouldn’t try again.

I only wish it were easier!

[heartwrithe]

♡ ― MI-KYUNG.

〖 basics. 〗

full name: yeom mi-kyung. a beautiful name with nothing to show for it.

alias: mi (nickname). leah (english name).

age: 19-22.

date of birth: may 7th.

zodiac: taurus.

gender: female.

pronouns: she/her.

orientation: bisexual.

species: human.

ethnicity: south korean.

place of birth: incheon, south korea.

family: roh chun-hei (mother). yeom hak-kun (father) (deceased). 

spoken language: korean (native). english (intermediate). chinese (beginner). japanese (beginner).

occupation: university student.

〖 physical. 〗

height: 5'4"

build: thin-average. pear shape.

skin: olive.

eyes: dark brown. positive canthal tilt. ‘sanpaku’. wide. cat-like. watching. 

hair: black. shoulder-length. straight. full bangs. messy. oily. uneven. "jellyfish cut".

wardrobe: inspired by trends among k-pop idols, as well as elements from j-fashion and american 'y2k'. does not leave home without face mask. prefers style over comfort. primary color is black. crop tops. mini skirts. must always be covered by long sleeves or jackets. body harnesses. fingerless gloves. loose socks and legwarmers. combat boots. platform shoes.

other: silver dental braces. self-harm scars largely populated across both arms, fewer self-inflicted scars across both upper thighs.

〖 mental. 〗

positive: adaptable. hard-working. intelligent. loyal. polite. quiet. 

negative: hedonistic. impulsive. masochistic. obsessive. reckless. self-loathing. vulgar.

myers-briggs: istp.

temperament: choleric. 

alignment: chaotic neutral.

〖 bio. 〗

summary: mi-kyung builds herself a secret empire built upon stalking, blackmail, and harassment hidden under layers of practiced pleasantries. the necessity to stay anonymous constantly fights with the desire to be heard. both those who cross her and the objects of her obsession forfeit privacy and run the risk of any and all available personal information being exposed.

taught to appreciate the mundane, mi-kyung finds beauty in life through stalking, initially beginning with classmates and strangers before eventually shifting her focus to celebrities. she targets anyone who piques her interest and only relents once she knows their life better than her own. a romantic at heart, she hopes one day she can finally find 'the one'.

full bio: tba. thank you for your patience.

〖 verses. 〗

main.

virgin ghost.

dead by daylight.

texas chain saw massacre.

[wellwebs]

Best Melanin Haircare Vs Monday haircare on My Curly Hair

Throughout my normal hair venture, it seems like I've attempted each item made for regular hair. With the wavy and normal hair commercial center convergence, attempting each item would be inconceivable, in any event, for current and previous item devotees. With wavy haircare specialists' help, I have transformed into a less-is-best customary — meaning I don't commit hours to wash my hair on Sundays or use numerous things. Best Melanin Haircare Vs Monday haircare on My Curly Hair.Arriving at this point was difficult, however, what helped — as well as getting legitimate schooling from my beautician — was surrendering the urge that frequently comes when another item is delivered to attempt it, particularly if the send-off is from a powerhouse or superstar I love.

It appears to be that each day, there's another delivery from a notable blogger or celebrated whiz, and honestly, I've become exhausted from the flood of them. In any case, obviously, even I can curve and make exemptions. One of my dearest companions is continuously spending on new items from her developing rundown of go-to hair vloggers. One of the lines she has raved constantly about is Melanin Haircare. "Have you attempted Naptural85's line yet?" she asks me each time we discuss what we're utilizing on our hair. My response is in every case no, as of not long ago.

Continue to peruse to figure out how normal hair vlogger Whitney White's haircare line worked for my 4-type regular loops.

What Is the Best Melanin Haircare?

Melanin Haircare is a brand of hair items established by Whitney White (referred to numerous as Naptural85) and her sister, Fabric White, in 2015. The brand didn't deliver its most memorable item, notwithstanding, until 2018. The four-piece line of a cleanser, leave-in conditioner, stretching cream, and oil is figured out with normal and safe manufactured fixings assessed by the Ecological Working Gathering to guarantee their recipes are non-poisonous. Notwithstanding the brand's obligation to figure out more secure items, Melanin Haircare has a rundown of components that won't ever be in their items, including silicones, parabens, mineral oil, sulfates, phthalates, petrol, and formaldehyde.

What's in store While Utilizing Melanin Haircare

At the point when I opened my case of items, I was enjoyably shocked by the size of each container. It's reasonable that Melanin Haircare comprehends how many items naturals need to have a powerful wash day without busting their financial plans. The durable item bundling gave me a moment of temperament help with its bright yet moderate plan. Before I attempted the items interestingly, I investigated the fixings. Since my 4-type hair is coily and inclined to dryness, I appreciate utilizing items with glycerin, aloe vera, shea spread, and natural balms. While every item is planned with an alternate blend of fixings, everyone that I attempted had something like one of my main four fixings in the blend. I picked to attempt just the cleanser, leave-in conditioner, and extending cream since I don't utilize oil on my twists nowadays.

The Shampoo

Melanin Haircare African Black Soap Reviving Shampoo $20.00

From the outset, I cherished the spout jug of the African Dark Cleanser Resuscitating Cleanser. One of my greatest battles with my thick, oily hair is getting the cleanser on my scalp. I sit around and item attempting to physically put cleanser on my scalp if the container has no spout. If you've at any point utilized a nozzled tool, you know that putting away or going with that bottle as a rule implies a wreck. The makers of the Darling line thought ahead and made a cap that safely fits over and seals the container firmly. When I applied the cleanser to my scalp, I felt a delicate shiver — which was great — and the notes of peppermint and tea tree natural oils occupied the room. Since this cleanser is without sulfate, I didn't expect many bubbles, which was the situation. As I worked the cleanser from my scalp to my closures, I had the option to detangle and scrub at the same time, which is what I search for in a cleanser. After flushing the African dark cleanser injected chemical off my twists, my hair was perfect, without tangle, and delicate.

The Leave-In

Melanin Haircare

Melanin Haircare Multi-Utilize Relaxing Leave-In Conditioner $19.00

In the wake of purifying, the time had come to condition. What I saw as most charming about the Multi-Utilize Mellowing Leave-In Conditioner, other than the superb fixings, was it's performing various tasks capacities. On the site, the depictions say the conditioner can be utilized as a pre-crap, detangler, leave-in, styler, profound conditioner, and week-by-week hydrating shot in the arm. Really great, correct? I selected to attempt the cream as a profound conditioner and leave-in. I sat under a hooded dryer for 30 minutes, and when the time had come to wash, I resoaked my hair with water without flushing the conditioner away before I layered my twists with the styler. My hair was so delicate. There were no bunches, just hydrated twists.

The Styling Cream

Curve Prolonging Style Cream

Melanin Haircare Bend Stretching Style Cream $17.00

Presently the time had come to style my twists. A significant number of the naturals that partake in the Curve Stretching Style Cream use it for turns and twist-outs. Yet, those are two styles I never have a lot of karma with, so I went with my go-to: the wash-and-go. I put my hair into six segments and began applying the elongator. The cream is rich and heavier than the gels I ordinarily use for my hair, so a tiny amount makes a huge difference. On the off chance that you will generally be a ponderous item layer, I prompt beginning with a bit and adding more as you go. Like different items in general, the cream had an astonishing slip and made it simple to keep my hair without tangling during the cycle. Since I have low porosity hair, I possibly apply items when my hair is splashing wet, and these items are made for that procedure.

The Outcome

After my hair was dry, I cherished how delicate, light, and characterized my hair. To see any definition, the layering gel is typically an unquestionable necessity, however, it was anything but an issue with these means.

The Expense

With the mixed drink of regular, hydrating fixings, and the size of the items, the sticker cost is astounding. Therefore we should have something to do with what items make it on our #1 excellence retailers' racks. Whitney and Fabric White figured out safe items for normal hair open to a great many spending plans, which makes this brand transcend the rest. The cleanser, leave-in, and styling cream arrive in a 16.1oz jug, and the oil arrives in an 8oz nozzled bottle.

The Last Important point

I might have been encountering item send-off weakness before attempting Melanin Haircare's line, however, I am so blissful I got to encounter these items firsthand. Every one of the three items I attempted will currently be a piece of my week-after-week schedule. Whatever can keep my parched twists hydrated for a really long time and is made with non-poisonous fixings is at the highest point of my excellence list.

Melanin Haircare Work on All Wavy Hairs 2023

There are a ton of wavy hair items out there, so when you track down an assortment that really takes a look at every one of the crates (also known as incredible fixings, bundling, and cost, to give some examples), you realize you've raised a ruckus around town. Enter Melanin Haircare. In only five years, this Dark possessed hair brand has developed to turn into #1 among the wavy hair local area because of their poisonous free fixings and a stylishly satisfying Instagram feed. Attempt to make a buy, and you'll probably wind up on the sitting tight rundown for their items (because once they're accessible they sell out in no time).

The well-known assortment comprises of a cleanser, leave-in conditioner, styling cream, and hair oil. However, to check whether it truly satisfies everyone's expectations, I realized I needed to give it a shot for myself. I likewise enrolled the assistance of Nakeisha C. furthermore, Dara K., two individual PureWow editors, and wavy ladies, to see whether the assortment truly chips away at wavy hair in all cases (Nakeisha has 4C, Dara has 2C and I have 3B hair). To summarize the outcomes in a single fast sentence: It seems to be Melanin Haircare might have recently invited three new fans

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[alulars]

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show . (metatron for johnson)

Johnson loiters in the lobby by one of the center aisle entrances to the theater until the lights above the audience seats dim, signaling showtime. All chatter dulls. Some play he has not read the program for bumps against the soft, velvet curtains containing it (a stagehand with a mishandled prop—he heard a decimal decibel of a drop). A disturbance, an accidental sign of life. As though we are meant to believe the play lies dormant behind that living-red membrane and emerges only in quiet, dark-night.

Nearly every seat is filled. The back of hundreds of hairy heads silty-brown-slick and shiny at their oily scalps. The red, upholstered chairs, faded in their middles, are also shined with oil and sweat and the rubbing of hourly, daily bodies. An odor has quickly developed and enveloped the room despite its high ceiling and grand size. Johnson can smell the bacteria mix and grow upon exposure to the sweat suspended in the air. Ammonia-like. He turns his nose toward the lobby—breathes in, barely cleaner—repulsed by the thought he has to sit in this human-clotted stench.

Below the stage, in their pit, orchestral instruments swell with experimental sounds like newborn birds attuning to and tuning to this imagined world. Johnson stalks down the left center aisle with a strained, self imposed slowness; careful not to bring undue attention to himself. His black business suit, luckily, serves him well in this formal theater. He stops at his row, the eleventh from the front, a perfect middle. One seat is empty (he looks to the seat in front of his and recognizes, with contempt and intent, the black, messy hair fraying out at its lined part, curling behind the top shell of the person's ears). In silent understanding, a line of six people revert up like magical dominoes to let Johnson pass. He slides through, facing the stage, his right leg leading. Each step, the soles of his black leather shoes lightly stick to the hard, black floor, coated in spilled wine and soda despite the prohibition of concession food or drink beyond the lobby doors. Nothing here is worth this. Certainly not the play—whatever it may be. The cool metal of his blade tucked inside the right sleeve of his suit jacket reminds him why he came.

Johnson pauses abruptly, one seat before his. The smell, the thick crowd, the man one row in front of him, it all distracted him. Disturbed him. Enough, pitifully enough, Johnson did not notice who is standing next to his seat—behind him in this moment: Metatron. His grace, he can feel Metatron's grace. Johnson would kneel if he did not think the archangel was against him in this pursuit.

Facing ahead, Johnson slides two feet more and sits in his chair. He folds his hands in his lap and rolls his shoulders out (the backrest smaller than the wide span of his upper torso). Conscious of the grimy upholstery, he stiffens his muscles, aligning all thirty-three vertebrae in a perfectly vertical position to avoid contact with the back of his seat.

Now appropriately poised, Johnson's head pivots to Metatron. Even Johnson can recognize he is pleasing to the human eye. Greater, he is pleasing to Johnson's eye; his hair clean and smartly combed, eyes a pale blue (the most common color to permeate heaven), three piece suit absent of any wear (no stains or sweat wetting the cloth under his armpits, not a speck of dust). To stare into Metatron's eyes is to see the distant mood of heaven. The same way clouds are the mood of Earth. In hue, then temperament. Johnson stares for a long while; blinks slowly. His gaze momentarily drops as if in prayer, but he is not praying; he does not pray. Slightly above a whisper because the timbre of his voice is too low to register so quietly, and in ancient greek:

«If you wished to stop me, you could have tried in the lobby. It would have spared me the smell, and I could have spared you your time. He is a mistake.» Johnson's look casts to the man sat a single seat ahead of him—Lee Melanthom.

[kljlbn]

This is the first time I'm really envious of dry skin

Although there is no stigma attached to skin type, as a walled oily skin I am often secretly happy: although I can't use moisturizing expensive creams, I can use A-alcohols which are great, and I don't have to worry about drying out and irritating the car. But the appearance of Dauphine Little Pearls has broken through this oily skin's defences. It's a real A-alcohol that I like, and the 0.3% concentration is exciting, but it's an essential oil! This can be a bitter oil skin happy dry skin, directly help dry skin to wear armor, advanced concentration can also not face red heart not jump the whole time only peace love. The biggest highlight of the little pearl is that Dauphine lies in the oil-in-A technology, using multiple essential oils to wrap the A-ol, slowing the release while also hedging the A-ol plucking, so even concentrations as high as 0.3% can be easily and gently navigated and used without fear around the eyes. The essential oils also promote A-ol penetration plus A-ol booster Wild Soybean Oil, the effect of Vitamin A to boost collagen and lighten lines is drained. All Dauphine products smell great and when you nourish your skin with oil at night, you can quickly enter a spa relaxed state and feel better. Macadamia oil, cranberry moss oil, jojoba seed oil and sesame seed oil synergise to nourish the skin and strengthen the skin barrier. These oils have been scientifically formulated to replenish the skin's lipids without being greasy. It's early summer now, but dry skin families use it at night and it's just right, light and non-greasy. The capsules are made from natural seaweed, which is isolated from oxygen to keep it active and eco-friendly. With zero silicone and second throw particles, you don't have to worry about your husband picking a pile of heartache anymore. In addition, the botanical fragrance and the rounded, elegant little pearls pull together the ritual of nighttime skincare. Only French aromatherapy origins, and acquired by Estee Lauder, Dauphine retains the pleasure of French skincare, but also incorporates the efficacy of American skincare, tempering the little pearl is gentle and tough, temperament and effect are pinched to death. Finally, I would like to remind newcomers to pay attention to building tolerance, it is very suitable to take small pearls for advancement if you have an A-alcohol base; compared to oily skin, oil sensitive, dry skin, mixed dry and neutral skin is more suitable; and A-alcohol is recommended It is recommended to use it at night and then do a good job of sun protection during the day.

[artofvedas]

Unlocking Your True Potential with Ayurveda: Understanding Your Vata, Pitta, and Kapha Doshas

Ayurveda is an ancient practice of holistic healthcare that originated in India and has been practiced for centuries. Ayurveda is based on the belief that health and wellness depends upon a balance between the body, mind, and spirit. The practice of Ayurveda incorporates the use of natural herbs, diet, lifestyle, and yoga to achieve and maintain a balanced state of health. One of the main principles of Ayurveda is the understanding of the three doshas, or energy types: Vata, Pitta, and Kapha. In this blog, we will discuss what the doshas are, how to identify your dosha type, and the benefits of knowing your dosha type.

What are the Vata, Pitta, and Kapha Doshas?

The doshas are the three energy types in Ayurveda that represent the physical, mental, and emotional aspects of our being. Vata is the energy of movement, Pitta is the energy of transformation, and Kapha is the energy of structure and stability. Each dosha is made up of two of the five elements: ether and air (Vata), fire and water (Pitta), and earth and water (Kapha). The doshas tend to be most active during the day and become less active at night.

The doshas are responsible for the physiological and psychological characteristics of an individual. For example, Vata is associated with creativity and flexibility, Pitta is associated with intelligence and ambition, and Kapha is associated with stability and strength. Understanding your dosha type can give you insight into your strengths and weaknesses, and help you to develop better strategies for living a balanced and healthy life.

Identifying Your Dosha Type

The first step in understanding your dosha type is to identify the elements that make up your energy type. To do this, you can take Art of Vedas Doshas Test that includes an Ayurvedic questionnaire or consult with our Ayurvedic practitioner. The questionnaire will ask questions about your physical and mental characteristics, such as your body type, skin type, sleep patterns, eating habits, and emotional temperament.

Once you have identified the elements that make up your energy type, you can then take a look at the characteristics associated with each dosha. Vata is typically associated with dry skin, light weight, and sensitive digestion. Pitta is typically associated with oily skin, medium weight, and intense digestion. Kapha is typically associated with moist skin, heavy weight, and slow digestion.

The Benefits of Knowing Your Dosha Type

Knowing your dosha type can be beneficial in many ways. It can help you to gain insight into your body and mind, and understand how to best care for yourself. Knowing your dosha type can also help you to make lifestyle and dietary choices that are best suited for your energy type. For example, if you are a Vata type, you may want to choose foods that are grounding and warming, such as cooked grains and soups. If you are a Pitta type, you may want to choose foods that are cooling and calming, such as leafy greens and sweet fruits. If you are a Kapha type, you may want to choose foods that are invigorating and energizing, such as raw vegetables and spicy dishes.

Knowing your dosha type can also help you to understand your emotional tendencies and how to best manage your emotions. For example, Vata types tend to be anxious and prone to worry, so it may be beneficial for them to practice meditation and yoga to help reduce stress. Pitta types tend to be more intense and aggressive, so it may be beneficial for them to practice relaxation techniques such as deep breathing and massage. Kapha types tend to be more lethargic and unmotivated, so it may be beneficial for them to practice active activities such as running and hiking.

Understanding the Vata Dosha

Vata is the energy of movement and is associated with the elements of air and ether. Vata types tend to be creative and active, with a love of change and excitement. They are usually thin, with dry skin and a light complexion. Vata types tend to have a fast metabolism and be prone to anxiety and worry.

When it comes to diet, Vata types should aim to eat grounding and warming foods such as cooked grains and soups. They should also aim to eat regular meals throughout the day and avoid eating late at night. Vata types should also make sure to get plenty of rest and relaxation. They should aim for at least 8 hours of sleep per night and practice calming activities such as yoga and meditation.

Understanding the Pitta Dosha

Pitta is the energy of transformation and is associated with the elements of fire and water. Pitta types tend to be ambitious and driven, with a strong sense of determination and focus. They are usually medium-built, with oily skin and a fair complexion. Pitta types tend to have a medium metabolism and be prone to anger and frustration.

When it comes to diet, Pitta types should aim to eat cooling and calming foods such as leafy greens and sweet fruits. They should also aim to avoid spicy and fried foods. Pitta types should also make sure to get plenty of rest and relaxation. They should aim for at least 7 hours of sleep per night and practice calming activities such as deep breathing and massage.

Understanding the Kapha Dosha

Kapha is the energy of structure and stability and is associated with the elements of earth and water. Kapha types tend to be stable and reliable, with a steady and relaxed attitude. They are usually heavy-built, with moist skin and a dark complexion. Kapha types tend to have a slow metabolism and be prone to laziness and procrastination.

When it comes to diet, Kapha types should aim to eat invigorating and energizing foods such as raw vegetables and spicy dishes. They should also aim to eat smaller meals throughout the day and avoid overeating. Kapha types should also make sure to get plenty of exercise and movement. They should aim to get at least 30 minutes of physical activity per day and practice active activities such as running and hiking.

Foods for Each Dosha Type

Each dosha type should aim to eat certain types of foods in order to maintain balance and health. Vata types should eat grounding and warming foods such as cooked grains, soups, and stews. Pitta types should eat cooling and calming foods such as leafy greens and sweet fruits. Kapha types should eat invigorating and energizing foods such as raw vegetables and spicy dishes.

It is also important to note that certain foods should be avoided for each dosha type. Vata types should avoid cold and raw foods such as salads and smoothies. Pitta types should avoid spicy and fried foods. Kapha types should avoid heavy and greasy foods such as cheeses and fried meats.

Lifestyle Recommendations for Each Dosha Type

In addition to dietary recommendations, each dosha type should aim to follow certain lifestyle recommendations. Vata types should aim to get plenty of rest and relaxation, practice calming activities such as yoga and meditation, and avoid overstimulation. Pitta types should aim to get plenty of rest and relaxation, practice calming activities such as deep breathing and massage, and avoid overworking. Kapha types should aim to get plenty of exercise and movement, practice active activities such as running and hiking, and avoid overeating.

Understanding your dosha type can be a great way to gain insight into your body and mind, and make lifestyle and dietary choices that are best suited for your energy type. Vata, Pitta, and Kapha are the three energy types in Ayurveda that represent the physical, mental, and emotional aspects of our being. Vata is the energy of movement, Pitta is the energy of transformation, and Kapha is the energy of structure and stability. Each dosha type should aim to eat certain foods and follow certain lifestyle recommendations in order to maintain balance and health. By understanding your dosha type, you can unlock your true potential and live a balanced and healthy life.

Now that you know more about Ayurveda Dosha types and their importance, you can start incorporating them into your daily life for better Ayurvedic lifestyle. Start by understanding your dosha type by taking Art of Vedas Dosha test and make dietary and lifestyle choices that are best suited for your energy type.

Would you like to learn about your Doshas in detail? Join Art of Vedas the Vedas Club for Ayurveda journals, trainings, Ayurveda consultations, Dosha consultations and more!

[wild-ava]

World's Most Dangerous Nelore Cow Breed | Real Attack

Nellore or Nelore Cow Breed Nelore cattle have always been synonymous with an extremely angry animal and cause of problem, including harming cow boys, because they often break loose, jump and damage fences.

First, let's understand why these animals are so aggressive and then see the worst events with Nellore cattle. Nellore exhibits herd behavior and is almost always moved in groups during grazing or for any other purpose. In this way, it is recommended and much easier to take the whole group together than to single out one Nellore cow.

This procedure reduces the trauma of weaning, when the calf is deprived of some comforts, such as milk, presence of the mother, and other calves. Some beef cattle farms and production centers cares about the temperament of the cattle, because docile animals are much more productive and easy to deal with at farms. But even with all this, the Nellore cow is the most famous and most common breed in Brazil, accounting for eighty percent of meat production throughout the country, that the Nellore breed is so sought after by cattle ranchers. Under the white hair, the Nelore cow has thick black and oily skin, which causes the insects that suck the blood to have difficulty affecting the bovine and this is a super positive factor.

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[natuend]

The sugar glider

Contrary to what many believe, the sugar glider (Petaurus breviceps) is not a rodent. It is perhaps its resemblance to the flying squirrel that is the origin of this belief. Rather, it is a marsupial native to New Guinea and the east coast of Australia. In nature, it lives in a group led by a dominant polygamous male. It feeds on tree sap and gum, flower nectar, insects, and arachnids. The sugar glider is not easy to keep in captivity (huge cage, special diet, sometimes difficult character). However, for someone who wants to invest fully in providing optimal captivity conditions for their animal and who has a lot of time to devote to it, the sugar glider can be an extremely endearing and unique animal. To learn more about the sugar glider:

Advice before adopting

The sugar glider needs a lot of attention. Immediately after weaning, he goes through a crucial period of socialization. If he lacks human contact at this time, he will be much more difficult to tame. He will be sassy, obnoxious, and might bite. DETERMINE GENDER The male has a frontal gland and a sternal gland (small hairless area) which become evident when the animal reaches sexual maturity (8 to 15 months). The testicles contained in a fur-covered scrotum are located at the bottom of the abdomen, just in front of the opening of the cloaca. A ventral pouch is present on the female's abdomen. The male releases a musky odor which disappears almost completely with castration.

Adoption Guide

Ideally, two gliders (two females or a castrated male and a female) are adopted just after weaning (120 days). ASSESS HEALTH A healthy sugar glider has bright eyes, its muzzle is pink and clean, and its coat is perfect. The circumference of his anus is not soiled by excrement and his legs are straight. He is not weak and can move easily. ASSESSING CHARACTER A sugar glider with a good temperament allows itself to be taken without biting, although it is normal for it to protest by vocalizing. He does not immediately give his confidence. He agrees to stay on the arm.

Conditions of life and captivity

The sugar glider cage must be very large and high (bird aviary type). The sugar glider is chilly and an ambient temperature of 24 to 27°C is recommended. The accessories : - Several branches and large hanging ropes. Do not overload the space so that the animal is able to jump from one place to another. - Hideout installed high in the cage (box, fabric tent, polar pocket). - Tunnels (PVC tubes) through the branches. - Exercise wheel. - A food and water bowl is installed at the top of the cage (the glider does not like to refuel on the ground). - Trouser leg installed vertically or horizontally. SUPERVISED OUTINGS IN THE HOUSE Watch out for potentially poisonous plants, chandeliers with hot globes, torchiere lamps, and mirrors. The sugar glider likes to hover from place to place. There are therefore many dangers in the house. It needs to be constantly monitored.

Behaviour

The sugar glider vocalizes a lot and it is easy to tell when it is angry. As a marsupial, it loves hiding places of all kinds: shirt pockets, inside vests, handbags, toques, etc. It is therefore possible to keep a sugar glider for hours warm close to you. When the animal is very frightened, an oily and whitish secretion is produced by its paracloacal glands (located at the level of the cloaca). This substance has an unpleasant smell of rotten fruit. The sugar glider is particularly prone to self-harm when it is under a high level of stress when it is very anxious or in pain. It must therefore be carefully monitored after surgery and ensure that effective analgesia is prescribed. SPECIAL ANATOMY - His coat is remarkably soft and silky. The original color of the glider is gray with bluish reflections on the back and cream on the abdomen. Black and cream bands alternate on its head. A black stripe runs from the muzzle to the lower back. The tip of the tail is black. Several color mutations exist. - Its patagium (skin covered with fur that connects the wrist to the ankle) allows it to hover. It looks like a cape when the sugar glider hovers. A sugar glider can glide up to 50 meters. A trained animal can dash over a door to its master on command. The patagium is the first place where fat is deposited. - The anus opens into a cloaca (a common chamber where stool, urine, sperm, and the small embryo arrive) very similar to that of birds. - The female gives birth to a fetus which, when it emerges from the cloaca, must find its way to the ventral pouch to cling to a teat there. At birth, the baby measures 2 to 5 mm and weighs about 0.2 grams. - The male's penis is bifid (its end is split in two) and red. It is hidden inside the cesspool. It is not to be mistaken for intestinal worms when exteriorized. The penis has no urinary function, only reproductive. It can therefore be amputated without causing any problems if it is damaged (some sugar gliders self-mutilate their penis when they are under intense stress).

Basic care

No bath is necessary for the sugar glider. Claw trimming is not recommended unless they become abnormally long. The sugar glider needs the tips of its claws to grip on landing when it glides from place to place. It should be weighed regularly, as the sugar glider is prone to obesity.

Feed

The biggest challenge for the owner of a sugar glider is to feed it properly. There is no easy way to properly feed this type of animal. Several recipes are proposed, some wacky and others more reliable. Dr. Cathy Johnson-Delaney, a recognized veterinarian in the field of exotic animals, offers this diet: For a glider, for one night: - 2 tbsp. Recipe Leadbeater Nectar*; - 1 to 2 tbsp. tablespoons of insectivore feed (for example Mazzuri) and live insects (mealworms, silkworms, locusts) enriched with vitamins and minerals. A few times a week: - 1 C. finely chopped fruit dusted with bee pollen and powdered vitamins and minerals; - a small amount of Lori nectar. LEADBEATER NECTAR RECIPE - 150 ml of warm water; - 150 ml of honey; - 1 hard-boiled egg with the shell; - 25 g high-protein baby cereal; - 1 C. powdered vitamin and mineral supplements; - 100 mg of calcium carbonate (optional). - Purée the egg and shell into a fine purée using a food processor. Add the other ingredients to obtain a smooth mixture. Refrigerate 48 hours maximum. Can be frozen in an ice cube tray.

Most common health problems

- Fibrous osteodystrophy: secondary to a deficient diet (eg 75% fruit and 25% meat) in calcium, the skeleton becomes decalcified and the limbs become deformed. The risk of fracture is very high. The glider with severe osteodystrophy is weak and has difficulty moving. A correction of the diet is mandatory and veterinary care is required to stabilize the animal. - Obesity: secondary to a poor diet (food that is too rich or offered in too much quantity) and a lack of exercise. - Diarrhea: Bacteria or parasites (some are transmissible to humans) can cause diarrhea. Prompt veterinary attention is needed. - Pouch infection: Foul-smelling secretions may be present in the pouch. The hairs around the opening become soiled and the female licks herself often. Females that are overused for reproduction or those that are obese are more at risk of being bothered by the problem. In addition to treating the infection, it is important to correct the causes. Read the full article