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benjaminthewolf · 3 years

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Soft Pico Lol

This one was really hard to do. I know absolutely nothing about the soft mod. At least with the Eteled one, I had some background knowledge about the Mii universe, but this time, I was forced to look up the soft mod’s week 5 in order to have any idea what I was doing. Nonetheless, the requests are finally all done. They’re going to be closing for now, but that won’t be permanent, so don’t worry.

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Today had been anything but a normal day for Soft Pico and Soft BF. Seeing as it was December, and they hadn’t been out in public for a month, they finally decided that it was at last time for them to try to face the world again. As such, they set out for a casual trip to the mall. Though they did their very best to enjoy their time out, whatever initial enjoyment they were having wasn’t to last long, as the two boys hadn’t yet realized just who was hanging around the mall that day.

As the Fairests had been holding their annual meet and greet, it was only a matter of time before they would notice the boys’ presence, enthusiastically calling their “son” over in a seemingly friendly gesture. Only Soft BF and Soft Pico knew the truth about what terrors lay behind those kind words and smiles. Backed to the wall and with no other options, Soft BF then realized that the only way he was to escape this situation was with the one language that his parents knew how to speak: music.

He sucked it up and played along for the first song, but by the time the backtrack ended, he just could not hold it in anymore. Overwhelmed by his trauma, and standing right next to its cause, Soft BF snapped. He knew right then and there that he had to let it all out. No longer were his parents to get away with their abuse. Now, the public was at last to know the truth. The words came scrambling off his tongue in a fiery torrent of nothing but pure rage. Everything that had been stowed away inside his heart for so long was finally escaping from their chains all at once, and the results were plain for everyone to see.

When he had at last spewed out the final sentence, Soft BF was expecting his parents to retaliate with yet another song. He was taken by complete and utter surprise, however, when instead, Father Fairest got up from his chair, and began to dart straight for Soft BF with fuming maliciousness in his eyes! Soft BF and Soft Pico knew right there and then that they had to get the fuck out of there that instant. The crowd, meanwhile, exploded into a chorus of shocked gasps as a few began crying out for mall security. A few even dialed 911.

Father Fairest began to pick up speed as the pursuit continued, chasing Soft BF and Soft Pico clear out of the mall as the two boys desperately attempted to find some way to escape the trauma that Father Fairest and his wife had impounded upon the boys’ lives. Hand in hand, fates entangled, the two of them knew that they had to make it out. Together.

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“WE MIGHT BE ABLE TO LOSE HIM IF WE MAKE IT TO THE CITY! THE ALLEYWAYS BACK THERE CAN BE IMPOSSIBLE TO NAVIGATE IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING!” Soft Pico cried out to Soft BF as he risked a glance over his shoulder.

“THAT SOUNDS GREAT, BUT THAT’S ASSUMING HE DOESN’T SEE US ENTER AN ALLEY, HE’S GOING WAY TOO FAST FOR MY COMFORT, AND I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG I CAN KEEP UP THIS PACE!” Soft BF shakily managed to force out in response as he did his very best to match his boyfriend’s pace.

Soft Pico noticed this almost instantly, and grasped onto Soft BF’s hand in order to help him keep going. He knew this would only serve as a temporary solution, however. Soon enough, Soft BF was going to be all out of steam, and then what? The two of them were dead meat at that point. As Soft Pico began racing through ideas in his head about what to do, Father Fairest only seemed to get closer as he let out an enraged screech from behind the two lovers.

Suddenly, Soft Pico lit up as if he just had a brain blast, and promptly shoved his hand deep into his pocket. A tiny little device with four claw-like appendages on the bottom of it and a button on top was pulled out, one that Soft BF had absolutely no idea how his boyfriend had gotten, but ultimately decided not to question Soft Pico about, since, well, One: Soft Pico always seemed to have his ways, and Two: Whatever this thing was, Soft BF knew that his boyfriend had only taken it out of his pocket because he knew it would help them in some way.

As such, he wasn’t exactly in any position to question the situation. Giving Soft Pico a nod, signifying that he was ready to trust him, Soft BF could feel the device being placed on his arm a mere second later. Soft Pico proceeded to push the little button on the surface of the device, and Soft BF was put into a sudden state of shock as he began to realize that the world around him was beginning to grow. A couple of moments later, after he had calmed down, he came to the understanding that, rather than the world growing around him, the opposite was in fact the truth. He had shrunk around the world.

Now that he was safely situated in the palm of Soft Pico’s hand, Soft BF assumed that was all that Soft Pico was going to do, and began rapidly panting in order to calm his body down after having sprinted for so long. Soft BF’s assumption would’ve been correct, however, if it wasn’t for Father Fairest letting out yet another infuriated yowl, possibly prompted by the sudden, from his perspective, “disappearance” of Soft BF.

In response to Father Faireset’s aggression, Soft Pico decided that the palm of his hand wasn’t a safe enough place for Soft BF to rest, and as such, swiftly pulled down his mask with the intent of getting his boyfriend to one.

Soft BF was only a little freaked out as Soft Pico started to bring him closer to his open maw, but after a while, he came to his senses, reasoning that his boyfriend would never do something to put his safety in danger. Once Soft Pico was confident in Soft BF’s trust in him, he wasted almost no time in shoving him into his maw so he could be further sealed away from the world around him, and in particular, Father Fairest.

Soft Pico’s tongue attempted to give Soft BF a few reassuring licks as it caressed Soft BF’s body. Soft BF giggled and gave the tongue a few light pats followed by a rather squishy hug as it gently stroked his body and hair, coating his form with a thin layer of Soft Pico’s saliva.

The natural warmth within the maw helped a lot in calming Soft BF down, though the freezing winter air from outside was seeping in a little, as Soft Pico was still breathing rather heavily from the chase. Deciding at once that Soft BF deserved a much better, (more private and sealed off) resting spot, Soft Pico slowly began to lift up his tongue in order to help Soft BF get to the entrance of his throat. Understanding what his boyfriend was doing, Soft BF went along, doing his best to get himself into an ideal position for the swallow.

Once Soft BF was in the right spot, Soft Pico tilted his head back and squeezed Soft BF down his throat with one great gulp. Soft BF began getting pushed down by Soft Pico’s esophagus, the gentle kneading and squelching of the muscle walls helping to release the tension in his body as he went down.

It didn’t take long before Soft BF was able to pick up Soft Pico’s heartbeat, considering how fast it was racing at the moment. It did take him a few more seconds before he was able to pick up the sounds of his tummy, however, the rumbling and gurgling almost being drowned out by just how hard Soft Pico’s heart was pounding currently.

Nonetheless, Soft BF eventually found himself getting squeezed out into Soft Pico’s stomach. Though his landing was less than perfect, Soft BF didn’t mind getting a little wet, especially in this case, since he was so sealed off from harm and didn’t have to worry about anything except causing his boyfriend indigestion. It was right then and there that it hit him. After having been so engrossed in the stress of the chase for what felt like forever, it finally hit him. Father Fairest had no way of reaching him in here. He was at last safe.

This realization in mind, Soft BF proceeded to gently lay up against Soft Pico’s stomach walls, comfortably snuggling himself against it despite its constant shifting and churning. Its slickness and warmth were deffinete pluses as well.

Letting out one gigantic sigh of relief after everything that had happened to him today, Soft BF was at last able to find comfort within his boyfriend. Literally. Soft BF gave Soft Pico a few thank-you pats from the inside, though he had no idea if his boyfriend was able to pick up on it or not, as he still may be locked in his struggle to escape from Father Fairest.

It was at that moment that Soft BF realized that Soft Pico’s formerly intense heart rate had begun to subside. That could only mean two things: He had been caught, or he had escaped. Soft BF held his breath for a while in order to attempt to pick up any words or noises on the outside that may indicate that Father Fairest was close by, but thankfully, he found nothing. That must have meant that Soft Pico managed to escape. With this confirmation in mind, Soft BF let out one more humongous sigh of relief and began to close his eyes from fatigue now that he knew that the both of them were finally safe.

Soft Pico, on the outside, was the only one that truly knew what was going on, but though he wasn’t able to do so at the moment due to his shortness of breath, if he could tell his boyfriend anything right now, it would be that they had finally made it. “I knew that Father Fairest wouldn’t be able to navigate the alleyways.” he told himself in his head as he lay a hand over his stomach as an extra layer of protection for Soft BF.

Positively exhausted from the massive sprint he had been forced to undergo, Soft Pico, too, soon found himself closing his eyes as the ambient hustle and bustle of the city around him continued to flood his ears. Somewhere in the background, he was able to pick up the wailing of police sirens. He could only let out a relaxed smirk as he couldn’t help but wonder just what those policemen were after on that particular night.

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zippityzero · 3 years

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random wdy quotes i made up at the top of my head on Twitter

Sam: [opens a cabinet] ..NATHAN? Nathan: [casually s t u c k -] CMSHOVEDMEINHEREBECAUSEIWONTSTOPPLAYINGTHEFLUETTT- TwT.. Sam: [neck snaps at CM while slowly pulling out a gun] CM: ETELED WAS ASLEEP-- Kyle: Less talking, more running for your life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle 'n Sam: [arguing over playing bowling or tennis] Nathan, sitting beside the TV watching the fight: Soo- how's your day going guy's? Eteled: Good good- CM: Their gonna be fighting for a while, aren't they? Nathan: Yep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eteled: It's strange how I feel water on my face when were in the Wii. CM: Eteled, your literally crying because I accidentally brought up your mom in our fight moment's ago- Eteled: [CRYINGEVENMORE] SHUTUPPPP- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eteled and CM AU's: [exists] Minus CM:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nathan: [just enjoying his ice cream] Kyle: [pops a balloon behind 'em-] :) Nathan: [SCREAMOFFEAR- and just r a n to Sam sobbing-] TmT... Sam: [pat pat Nathan and holding a knife] K Y L E - Kyle: Ohs*it- Eteled: This. This is a good show. CM: No, but yes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Minus Austin: Henry, what is that? Minus Henry: [just gently holding tiny M!Eteled] A friend. Minus CM: THATSMY- Minus Henry: [GRAB'S SHOTGUN AND SHOOTS MINUS CM] STFU AND REMAIN DEAD. Tiny M!Eteled: [process] Minus Austin: OHGOD- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Minus CM: I despise Eteled (Minus) with all my life. I deeply want him dead. Minus Eteled: . Minus CM: Waitwait- Iwasjoking- Eteled- Minus Eteled: [proceeds to s o b.] TvT... Minus CM: ETELEDD- I WAS JOKING, I WAS JOKING- QnQ''' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eteled: What is CM doing-- Minus Eteled: Having a stroke. Eteled: Again? CM: [AGGRESSIVE LAGGING ALL OVER THE PLACE] NOT A STTTROKE, DUMBA&^- Minus Eteled: Yep, a stroke. Eteled: . Eteled: That's not a stroke at all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Minus CM: CM hate's Eteled with a passion. Minus Eteled: What Passion? Minus Henry: A gay passion. Minus Austin: PFFF- (not sure if i showed that one, but oh well)

#wii deleted you #wdy eteled #wdy #wdy sam #wdy kyle #wdy minus cm #wdy minus eteled #minus henry #minus eteled #minus austin #nathan wdy #wdy corrupted mii #artsys quote arcs

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another-blog-about-miis · 8 months

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How would the cast react if eteled was suddenly tiny

Sam: (Holds carefully) Awww! you're so cute!

Kyle: (Still avoids him)

CM: (Drop kicks him) TAKE THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT!

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siennabarton · 2 years

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When I began this semester, I was really trying to rebel against my previous methods of making. I didn’t want to create any more highly detailed patterns that took me hours to complete, I wanted to try something a bit looser – like the works I’ve included by Etel Adnan and Cy Twombly, and the Abstract Expressionists. I started doing more scribbly artworks, but they didn’t really say anything. It was just scribbly drawing for scribbly’s sake. This exercise was probably helpful in that it made me realise that I’m attracted to a highly detailed, obsessively drawn patterns for a reason.

Working within a pattern that I’ve hand drawn provides structure for me, and it allows me to focus my energy on which colours I want to use – rather than trying to split my attention between colour and form. Like Hiromi Tango, Yayoi Kusama and Agnes Martin, working obsessively on tiny details is closely related to my own psyche. Chronic and severe anxiety makes it so that my mind and body are always on high alert, and I constantly feel like I have energy to expend. Painting detailed patterns and weaving baskets gives my busy mind something stable to think about, and it also makes me tired. It’s been the best thing for my mental health by a mile.

I’m really interested that most of the artworks I’ve included in my blog are by women artists, with the exception of works by Dan Colen, Cy Twombly and Damien Hirst – with Colen and Hirst having close ties to the concept of “the edible”. While Colen uses actual chewed-up foodstuffs (gum), Hirst evokes confectionary with his candy coloured dollops of paint.

I don’t know that my work is specifically feminist, but I definitely think it is feminine, and this is reflected in the artists I’ve chosen to feature on this blog. There’s something very domestic and feminine about the way that the quilters of Gee’s Bend and Sonia Delaunay “make do” with materials that they have on them, and repurpose them into art objects. Saving and repurposing materials is very important to my own art practice, and I try to minimise any waste that I can. What I’m learning about my approach to these discarded items, is that I think there’s beauty in them, and I ask myself: why waste these beautiful objects by discarding them, when I could honour them by making them into something else?

Throughout this semester, my focus has really shifted from free-play to understanding my processes of making. I’ve been told, and I believe that (at this level of academia) it’s not enough to just play if I don’t understand why I’m playing – so I’ve been doing a lot of introspection. Through looking at my own artwork and the work of others, I’ve been able to see that my artwork is process-driven, and that the process itself provides me with feelings of catharsis. I’m able to transform old, scrappy objects into something beautiful but I’m also able to transform feelings of anxiety and hypervigilance into something else: a release.

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