#reconstruction

[remash]

broken landscape ~ antti laitinen | photos © antti laitinen

[scipunk]

Alita Battle Angel (1993)

[hypnolurker]

We All Moo For Ice Cream

It all started in the supermarket. Clara wheeled her trolley steadily through the endless aisles in her regular search for groceries. When she got to the frozen section, she recalled the recent hot and sweaty summer nights which had left her exasperated and drained. Here, she saw something both delicious and which could potentially provide a respite from the unbearable temperatures – ice cream. She eyed the various flavours and brands for a while, but one particular brand stuck out to her. The horny cow. Each tub had a picture of a cartoon cow with exaggerated horns and a visibly excited expression. They also featured rather odd flavour names, possibly copying the more popular Ben and Jerry’s practice of odd flavour names, but these were just even more confusing. ‘Big and Milky’, ‘Cow Feed’, ‘Soft and Serve’...what on earth were these crazy flavours?

However, all of Clara’s doubts were assuaged by the one all important factor, price. There was some kind of sale on horny cow ice cream and she could get 3 large tubs for the price of 1. Plus the price of a single tub was already stunningly cheap relative to the other brands. It may be some inferior knock off, but with this deal she had to at least give it a try! Clara decided to purchase one of each sort, since she had the 3 for 1 deal on her side, and chucked them into her trolley with a shrug. She would certainly be well stocked on ice cream for these hot summer days to come!

It was later that day when she actually tried the product. After shopping and some cleaning up she decided she had earned a rest and put on a classic old movie. Something she had seen many times before but it didn’t matter in the slightest. And what better reward to go with her film than some ice cream? She was only in a pair of shorts and a thin white t-shirt but she was still overheating and something cold and creamy was exactly what she needed.

She settled in on the couch and began watching as she opened up the tub. She still didn’t know what the flavours meant, so she picked one at random. Soft and Serve. It seemed the most normal sounding, and as she popped off the lid she could see the familiar light yellowish tint of a typical vanilla soft serve. Her spoon slid easily into the fluffy frozen treat and she brought it up to her lips with mild trepidation.

Moment of truth, it was cheap but was it bad? No! As she felt the soft cream melt into her tongue a charming burst of vanilla spread across her mouth and she gave a pleasant sigh as she swallowed happily. It was fantastic!

She gobbled down scoop after scoop as she watched her movie. Despite vanilla typically being a ‘boring’ flavour, this was anything but. It had the perfect balance of rich creaminess and sweet vanilla essence and she hungrily swallowed it down. She was eating it so fast that she experienced something that hadn’t happened since she was a child. Brain freeze.

As she shoveled spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth eagerly, she started to feel a cool tingle spread through her mouth and shoot through her teeth and up her face until it hit her head. She honestly couldn’t remember quite what brain freeze felt like, but this was surely it. Her whole head felt cool and her mind seemed to stop. She lost all focus on her movie for a while as she struggled to overcome the odd sensation. The icy chill which gripped her mind.

It wasn’t as bad as she recalled. Sort of relaxing even, but she wanted to concentrate on the film and so she tried to push past it. Yet, even as she felt her mind freeze up, she continued to hoist massive spoonfuls of ice cream to her lips and swallow them down without regard to the consequences. It was like she wasn’t even in control of herself anymore. Her head was cool and numb and her thoughts slowed and all she could think about was the creamy and delicious ice cream which kept melting on her tongue.

As this went on, her whole body seemed to cool and relax as well. She felt oddly weak, sinking deeper into the couch and even the spoon felt heavier as she continued to scoop and swallow. Getting down to the bottom of the tub now, and the name of this flavour kept dancing through her frozen head now. Soft and Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft…Serve…

By the time she had finished, she was completely lost as to where she was in the movie. She had also eaten quite a bit of ice cream, though she didn’t feel particularly full. Maybe because she had eaten it so quickly, or perhaps this was lower in calories? Whatever the case, her mind started to thaw and now she could go back to focusing on the movie.

But as she slowly regained her senses, she glanced at the now empty tub in her lap and read some text on the side.

‘Soft and Serve. Feel your strength and cares melt out of your body as this smooth and intense vanilla sensation makes you docile and subservient. When you finish this tub, make sure to try more of our fantastic flavours!’ it said.

Clara wrinkled her brow for a moment. Sort of an odd description...docile and subservient...though she certainly did seem to feel that way. Soft and weak and willing. Just waiting here to be told what to do. And of course, that order was right there in front of her. She would try more of the flavours. Yes, of course!

Almost in a trance, her mind not quite unfrozen, Clara wandered to the kitchen and grabbed another tub at random. Then she marched mindlessly back to the living room and slumped into the sofa to stare forward as if watching the film, though her mind was still too sluggish and relaxed to actually follow the plot. She simply watched the colours shift and flicker across the screen as she opened this tub and dug in.

This flavour was Big and Milky and it was a pure white colour. When the first spoon hit her tongue, she recognized the flavour and smiled. Coconut! Big and Milky, it made sense now. She giggled softly as she swallowed it down.

Just like the last tub, it tasted amazing! It was light and creamy and made her shiver with joy. She liked it even more than the last, and wasted no time in stuffing her face with it. Her spoon shaved delicate white peels of ice cream much like pieces of coconut and she eagerly scooped them into her mouth and felt waves of delight with each mouthful.

Once more, her mind froze over and all thoughts became encased in a wall of ice as she fell into a loop of scooping and swallowing. Her movements grew more sluggish and robotic, but she continued nonetheless, gobbling it down greedily.

Meanwhile, Clara had not yet noticed a rather peculiar change that was happening. It was gradual enough to be nearly imperceptible, but as the minutes rolled on the effects became more and more undeniable. Her breasts were swelling.

They started at a reasonable C cup, but by the time the dazed and delirious Clara noticed something was odd they had gained a whole cup size. Her breasts felt heavier, and they tingled slightly. She groaned around another spoon of addictive coconut cream as she forced her cold and useless brain to figure out what was happening.

She had lazily eaten several more spoonfuls before she finally realized that her breasts had actually grown. Once it dawned on her, it seemed so obvious. They were pushing up against her previously loose t-shirt more and more as she felt them continue to swell. She was sort of glad she hadn’t been wearing a bra that day.

At the same time as the soft breast tissue was swelling and her chest ballooned, the tingling got stronger. She moaned softly between mouthfuls of ice cream as she felt them becoming more sensitive and tender. Her nipples even stiffened and swelled like her breasts, until they were poking boldly through her top, making her swollen chest much more obscene.

At this point she was an E cup and her top was very constrictive. She managed to put down her spoon for long enough to tug the tight tee over her head and fling it across the room. The feeling of the silky material brushing her tender and puffy nipples as it was removed made her squirm and become flushed as it sent sparks of pleasure through her chest and directly to her crotch.

After that, she had one hand holding the spoon and the other on her chest, fondling her ever swelling breasts as she continued to mindlessly consume the product which was so clearly altering her. Deep down she was concerned as to what was happening to her, but those concerns were utterly frozen by her brain freeze. In her state she was only capable of eating and swelling and squeezing and moaning.

When her breasts reached F cup, her hand gave one breast a firm but playful squeeze and she was shocked to feel a surge inside it as something spurted forth from her hard nipple. Droplets of white milk dribbled out afterwards as she groaned and circled her thumb over her nipple, feeling the jolt of pleasure as well as the wetness of her milk coating her thumb.

She brought her thumb to her mouth instead of the spoon for a second and tasted her creamy lactation. To her surprise it tasted just like the ice cream. Yet her brain was too frozen to mull on that thought. Instead she continued brainlessly toying with her nipples and kneading her chest as more milk flowed out. Each surge of liquid which dribbled messily down her chest brought a wave of arousal and satisfaction. All the while she was spooning ice cream into her mouth.

When she reached the bottom of this tub, she was in quite the state. Her breasts had expanded to an incredible G cup and a trail of milk trickled down her chest whilst at the same time her jaw hung open as she drooled a mixture of spit and melted ice cream past her lips and down her chin. Her mind was now taking longer to thaw and she couldn’t stop rubbing and massaging her fat tits and writhing in joy.

In a total daze, she once again glanced to the tub, entirely uninterested by the movie which had long since become background noise. This tub had a similar message on the side.

‘Big and Milky. Coconuts are big and milky, just like your swollen udders will be after you finish this tub of creamy coconut ice cream. Don’t forget to try our other flavours next!’

“Big and Milky...swollen udders...” she mumbled as she read the tub.

Now she was topless, leaking milk and drooling with her crotch growing just as damp as her swollen udders. But she still managed to stumble back to the kitchen for the final tub. After strolling back to the couch, drops of milk splashing carelessly to the floor along the way, she began her final tub.

This was her favourite flavour. The label called it Cow Feed but she recognized the chocolate taste the instant it hit her tongue. She shivered and raised the tub to her face and began to hungrily and frantically froce more and more of it past her lips.

The brain freeze this time was more potent and faster. It could have been the way she was eating it or the fact that her head was already assaulted by the utter numbness of continual brain freeze, but she didn’t care. She had long since grown used to it. It was just like her mind wasn’t there. She didn’t need it anyway. She just needed more of this wonderful ice cream.

Between desperate shoveling her hips grinded into one of her cushions and her inflated udders bounced mesmerizingly as she humped and jiggled and swallowed like a stupid and greedy cow. Moans became more sultry and slowly morphed as she continued.

“Mmmmm, Oooooohhh….mmmmmoooooo….mooooo….moooo….” she cooed with a dopey expression.

She hadn’t even noticed her moans transforming into moos. More and more, every piece of her mind was being reshaped as she willingly ate it up like the happy head of cattle she was soon becoming. Humping and leaking and mooing. Her mind was fading away as all that ice cream went straight to her head.

She finished this tub even faster than the others. By the time she was done, she barely knew where she was or even what she was. She knew she was horny. She knew her udders were heavy and full of milk and she wished they could be pulled and pumped properly. She knew her mind was frozen and she didn’t want it to unthaw. She wanted to keep eating lovely ice cream and leaking and mooing.

Then she noticed something on this tub.

‘Cow Feed. Eat it and feel your old thoughts fade as you become what you were always meant to be...a horny cow! Want more ice cream? Call us on 0842XXXXXX for delivery.”

Clara clumsily stumbled over to the phone and after a few attempts, managed to type in the number.

“Hello, horny cow ice cream, how can I help you today?” a friendly man answered.

“M-moooooooo!” was the first thing Clara said.

The man chuckled softly before responding “Ah, looking for delivery huh. We will send our people right away. Can you tell me your address?” he asked patiently.

It took some work for Clara to give the man her address. Her mind was a soft and frozen mush, like ice cream. She was just a dumb and dopey pair of udders. The whole time had one hand on her sloppy pussy, rubbing and fingering her folds as she spoke to the man, or tried to. Her moans and moos were obvious and constantly interrupting not just her speech but her own thoughts.

However, the man was patient and kind and helped the silly cow along the way. He also reassured her that everything would be fine and their people would arrive soon. She only hung up when she heard her doorbell ringing.

Opening the door eagerly, the two men who had arrived stared in awe at the woman who answered. Massive udders exposed and covered in trails of milk, she had one hand pinching her nipples and the other was under her shorts, working her slick slit as she gawked brainlessly at them.

Clara expected them to deliver ice cream to her, but instead they strapped a collar with a bell to her neck and led her outside. On the collar it read her name, or her new name as it would be. ‘Clarabelle’. The man she had spoken to must have taken liberties with her name after she told him. Not that Clarabelle actually cared. She stumbled forward, guided by the men to a trailer where she was pushed inside. Once inside she fell to her knees and she was too clumsy and dumb to stand back up.

There, she saw a few other women like her. Well, they didn’t exactly look like women anymore. With their enormous udders dangling from their chests and their dull and dimwitted expressions...plus the collars with bells which jangled as they crawled around on all fours. These were clearly livestock. Soft and curvy cows to be milked and bred.

Clarabelle was right at home. She mooed happily as the trailer sped away towards her new life.

[yridenergyridenergy]

I did it! Heavily reconstructed artist photos for the release of 19990120. The thumbnails got blurred out; click for higher definition.

Needless to say, these pictures are available on demand for personal, private use without the watermark. But some would be utterly heartless and steal those if there weren't any watermarks...

[asuddensway]

Greg Lauren reconstructed snorkel parka

A/W 2017

[thesilicontribesman]

Prehistoric Axehead With Reconstructed Wooden Handle, Oriel Ynys Môn, Llangefni, Anglesey, Wales

[yvanspijk]

Over the centuries, English lost many Germanic words. A lot of these were replaced by borrowings from French, while German, Dutch and Frisian often preserved their Germanic cognates. What would the lost English words look like if they still existed? Here are twelve of them.

On my Patreon you can read how I reconstructed all of the words in the second column.

[voices-of-hope-county]

John giving the Deputy their WRATH tattoo in "The Atonement".

- Requested by Anonymous.

[todaysdocument]

Henrietta Wood had been kidnapped and sold into slavery in 1853. After the Civil War, she sued her kidnapper for $20k to cover lost wages. 

On April 17, 1878, a jury awarded Wood $2,500. This is still the largest amount awarded by a U.S. Court as reparations for slavery. 

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United States

Series: Civil Case Files

File Unit: Henrietta Wood vs. Zeb Ward

Transcription: 

No 1431

Henrietta Wood

V

Zeb Ward

Verdict

We, the Jury in the above entitled cause, do find for the plaintiff and assess her damages in the premise at Two thousand five hundred dollars $2,500.

D D Conover, Foreman.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Joan of Arc was a being so uplifted from the ordinary run of mankind that she finds no equal in a thousand years. She embodied the natural goodness and valour of the human race in unexampled perfection. Unconquerable courage, infinite compassion, the virtue of the simple, the wisdom of the just, shone forth in her. She glorifies as she freed the soil from which she sprang.

- Sir Winston Churchill, The Birth of Britain

What Joan of Arc looked like has always been a contentious debate. In terms of Joan’s appearance, historians have hardly anything to go on. The only image that remains from Joan’s lifetime is merely a doodle, made in the margins of French parliamentary notes by Clément de Fauquembergue, who had never seen her in real life.

There is also a statue head from a church in Orléans. The statue dates to the 15th century, and given Joan’s association with the city and the feminine appearance, for many years historians believed this might be a depiction of her. But some historians dispute this.

Luckily, we do have many descriptions of the ferocious maiden. We know that she was short - probably around 5’ 2”, and very muscular with a strong neck. She had dark hair, cropped short with bangs similar to the men’s hairstyles at the time. Artistic depictions of Joan actually popularised the bob hairstyle in the early 20th century. Her eyes were described as “large, dark, and grave”, and matched her skin tone, which was tan and sunburned from her time outdoors.

Photo: reconstruction using the head of the statue at a church in Orléans of how Joan of Arc might have looked @royalty_now.

[germanpostwarmodern]

Hans Döllgast's Re-Roofing (1971) of Leo von Klenze's Allerheiligen-Hofkirche (1826-37) in Munich, Germany. Photo by Klaus Kinold.

[hypnolurker]

Slap It!

Serena followed her boyfriend John into his bedroom, hips swaying and biting her lower lip expectantly as she entered his room. It was a bit of a mess, and had the sort of musk one would expect from a man's room, but she didn't mind. There was no doubt in her mind that whatever they were about to get up to would only serve to add the scent of sex to the mix.

"So, you said you had a new toy you wanted to try out?" she asked, batting her eyelashes and staring deep into his eyes.

"Yeah, its an interesting one that's for sure. You sure you're still up for it?" he asked, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

Serena smiled at his touch, before gently grabbing his wrist and guiding his thumb into her mouth where she proceeded to slowly and deliberately suckle on it. John was clearly enraptured as she fellated his thumb like a greedy little slut, until it finally came out of her mouth with an audible pop and she flashed a proud grin as she saw the look on John's face.

"What do you think?"

"Wow, well here it is..." he said, rummaging underneath his bed for a moment before retrieving a fairly large device of some kind. It was black and curved, with bright blue and yellow rubber rods sticking out of both ends which were clearly shaped like dildos and a bunch of random buttons and other bits sticking out of the side. The only text she saw was the words "Slap It!" in a bold and slanted font.

"Huh, that sure is interesting. How does it work?" Serena asked, growing quickly curious about the perplexing toy.

"Well, its probably better if I demonstrate it..." he said, moving closer.

John stood right up against her, and Serena felt herself quickly growing more aroused by the feeling of his body heat radiating against her. His hand slid down to her shorts and she gave no resistance as he undid them and pushed them out of the way. He slyly slipped her panties to the side and his fingers grazed her slit before running small circles around her delicate lips a few time. She was already mewling and could feel herself becoming damp at his touch. Then he gradually spread them apart and she glanced down to watch him drive the tip of the blue rubbery phallus on the toy carefully inside her quivering pussy.

"Ung...ok that's sort of what how I was expecting it to go in...feels kinda nice..." she cooed as it pushed further into her slick hole.

"Almost there...and...got it." he said as he buried the blue cock deep inside Serena.

"Um..what now?" she asked, a little nervous.

"Now, I turn it on." he proclaimed.

Flip

He flipped a switch somewhere on the toy and it hummed for a few seconds before whizzing to life. Immediately Serena felt a strange sensation emanating from the toy, a tingling spread through her cunt and quickly enveloped the rest of her body. The blue cock hummed and then pulsed a few times, and she quivered and moaned in response. Then it stopped, and Serena heard something peculiar.

"Slap it!"

It was her in her own voice. She had...she had said that? But she didn't intend to...barely even noticed her lips or her tongue moving...and yet she clearly had.

Slap

Instantly she was shocked as she felt a sting on her left cheek. John's hand had raised up and slapped the side of her face before she could react and she was hit with a sharp pain which quickly died down to a dull throb and a faint glow on the side of her face. At the exact same time she felt the blue cock vibrate for a second and a jolt of pleasure shot through her body.

"What the-" she began, but she cut herself off, "Squeeze It!" she said, once again dumbfounded as to why.

John reacted quickly, reaching out and grabbing one of her breasts in his hand to give it a firm squeeze. After a few seconds of groping her chest, the blue dildo once again came to life inside of her and another, slightly stronger jolt rocked her body.

"Oooohhh...I don't know whats going on...but its nice..." she groaned, and then, like clockwork, her lips moved on their own. "Spank it!"

Slap

This time she felt that pain on her ass cheek. It was stronger though, clearly John was not holding back when it came to spanking her. Did that mean he was when he slapped her? Why did that thought make her pout a little? Was she actually enjoying this? Being hit and abused like this?

She got her answer when the dildo once again shook her insides up. She clenched around it eagerly and realised that her cunt was drooling like crazy already. The pleasure was even greater this time, those tingles from before had become a constant flood of euphoria gripping her whole body as she began to understand how fun this game was!

"Tug It!" she said enthusiastically, without a conscious thought.

John reached forward with both hands and grabbed at her nipples through her t-shirt. With one smooth motion he gave them a rough yank and she cried out in shock as she felt her tender nipples, already puffy and vulnerable from her arousal, being firmly tugged like some kind of toy.

That's when it hit her. 'I'm the toy!' she thought. It wasn't this slap it device that was being played with here. It was her. She was being slapped and spanked and groped and tugged and she could see that John was enjoying himself. Serena was also enjoying it...so it couldn't be that bad. It was actually nice...being a toy...being played with...

"Spit On It!" she yapped excitedly, once again without needing to think for herself. Somehow the toy was bypassing her mind and sending the words directly to her mouth. It was nice...not having to think...relaxing and being a toy.

She felt a warm glob of spit spray onto her face and she shivered as the dildo vibrated inside her. 'I'm a toy. I like being spit on. This is great!' she told herself as the pleasure slowly overrode her brain.

"Slap It!" she said again.

Slap

This time John slapped her right cheek. A similar sting hit her, slightly stronger this time. She smiled, glad that he wasn't going easy on her anymore. She was just a toy after all. A dopey little toy to be slapped and squeezed and pinched and abused. Serena shivered in place, saliva still dribbling down her face as she eagerly awaited the next action.

"Spank It!" she said.

Slap

Much to her surprise, she didn't feel that sting on her ass cheeks like she had hoped for...instead John had slapped her face.

"Oh, fuck!" he cursed as he realised his mistake.

There was no vibration from the dildo. No blissful waves of pleasure. In fact the pleasure began to die down as a final phrase escaped Serena's mouth, not of her own volition.

"Game Over."

"Wow, so that is Slap It. How do you feel, wanna go again?" John asked, trying to sound nonchalant whilst clearly eager to play again.

Serena's head was spinning. She felt like she had not been all there and was only just regaining her senses. Was there spit on her face? Her cheeks were burning and her breasts felt slightly sore. Then she felt her cunt twitch.

"Yes...oh god please lets play again! Slap me. Spank me...Fuck...it feels so good, make me your toy, I'm yours to abuse!" she begged.

John was happy to oblige.

[arc-hus]

Renovation and Reconstruction of the Castle of Novara, Italy - Zermani Associati

[une-valse-pour-rien]

Analogique/Bord de Mer

[thesilicontribesman]

Recreated Roman Town House Photoset 1, Wroxeter Roman City, Wroxeter, Shrewsbury, Shropshire

[dovartkiin]

This is a reconstruction of the Belvedere Apollo that I did last semester for a class on Roman sculpture if y’all want the report that I wrote for it lemme know. Fun fact: most (if not all) statues from antiquity would be painted!