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Janaina Medeiros

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Peter Solarz
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Life and Death are in love. If you even care
Thoughts of a Lacenet first kiss that's after a lot of build up and yearning and angry fighting because when else would it be, like. Come on.
It's a surprise for Lace, but it's a choice for Hornet. Both believing they're undeserving of such softness for one reason or another. Undesirable, not enough, duty bound, above it all. All thoughts mix and coalesce into something that's just harsh noise, making them irritable, making them clash until--
It's definitely a choice Hornet makes on her part. Looking at this beautiful, righteous fury currently residing in her bellhome. Lace has her own, just across the way. Dark and dusty since the day it was hoisted up. Always an option for her. A formality at this point. Lace goes to storm out threatening to spend the night there instead when the choice is made.
There's a claw at Lace's wrist, holding, not stopping her, but she stills anyway, her own claw on the door and clenching.
There aren't any words when she swings back around. Just Hornet anchoring her in place with a simple touch. Something much too delicate for the likes of them, knight and sentinel, soldiers in ancient wars of unfathomable scope.
But that claw is gentle now as it moves, glides over Lace's threads as if she knew how to strum them, knew how to make her sing with just her hands. Gods, she would, wouldn't she. She already does, really, when she fights. When they squabble and snip at eachother and Lace screams, but sometimes it's like arguing with a stone wall, her own words echoing back to bite her.
There's no wall there now. If anything she's a mirror, because Lace is seeing every shade of turmoil she herself is warring with in right there in Hornet's dark eyes.
The weaver breathes. Then leans in.
"Spider...?" It's barely a returning breath from Lace as her face is cradled, tilted up with those sure hands. Her back is cold against the door.
"You will stop me," Hornet declares, quiet and matter of fact. "If you've sanity enough to think you'll stop me right now."
Another breath, thick with heat, and then she's being kissed like it's the last thing Hornet will ever do. Being grasped as if she could unravel right there, as if this, this one kiss, were the thing to finally do it. And gods, it just might. Melting her from the inside like this, claws digging in as if to claim.
Stop her? Absolutely not. She pulls Hornet in with two fistfulls of her cloak, the weaver getting lost in the kiss, lifting Lace up to wrap her legs around her waist while she devours every inch of the pale beings panting mouth.
Then there's a knock on the door. Someone requesting help with something or other and Lace sighs when Hornet predictably leans away. Of course she would stop something like this just to go help--
"Leave," Hornet commands through the door, tone flat and grip tight around Lace's thighs like she wanted to tear them apart. Lace might just let her with how that one word had her nearly squirming, whining like a whore in heat. Her spider had chosen her. Kept choosing her. Chose to keep her despite every blazingly obvious sign not to. It was enough to have her making a choice, too.
"Any problems can be seen to tomorrow," Hornet continued, clipped and to the point. "Do not bother us--"
"Tomorrow? Oh no, my dear spider." It's Lace's turn to gently caress the shapes of Hornet's face, tone sweet and sharp as she maps the slopes and planes under her hands. "If I have you in that bed tonight we will not be leaving for the foreseeable future."
And suddenly she's straddling Hornet on said bed, crowding over her with the intent to bite, maim, and claim.
"Tell them to give us the week at least."
Sanity isn't something beings like them are afforded much, anyway. Might as well have fun with it
I can't get 42 saying "train me properly" out of my head my goodness
It starts with the smallest, airiest of sounds. 42 almost thinks he's imagined it.
He had told himself that he would completely power down for the evening. It's good to let his body rest for a couple of hours every now and again, to completely turn off his brain for an evening and just be. He imagines its what sleeping must feel like, this tiny, controlled death. You were tasked with pressing a button in his chest cavity after your first cup of coffee, something you happily agreed to without an question. The weight of the request may have been lost on you.
That's part of the reason he hadn't been able to flip the switch tonight. It's not because he doesn't trust you; he really does, even though you two have only been here for two months. His hesitancy has nothing to do with how safe he feels in your hands. No, it's quite the opposite. He trusts you entirely too much.
He's fallen in love with a human before. (Not... that he thinks this is love. Just some affection induced by close proximity over a long period of time. Some sort of crossed wiring that's confusing lust and enjoyment of your company with something deeper.) Peach leaving left him shattered for a long while, so he knows how sideways this whole ordeal could leave him, especially with someone from your part of the solar system. Not only do you ome from a planet where androids are banned, you live 13 light-years away from his home. After this job is done, the two of you will probably never see each other again. This trist, if he can even call it that, is starcrossed.
And yet, 42 finds himself staying up to think about you. How you laugh, how swear trickles down the back of your neck during the day and how chills cover your chest at night. He wants to run over every memory, looping and looping and looping and looping until every ounce of coolant in his body burns up and his circuits fry.
"Ah."
He startles from his chair. The drift of your voice was barely there, more breeze than voice, but he swears he can hear it. There's an edge to it, something nearly pained, and he wonders how the hell you could have hurt yourself in your sleep-
For privacy sake, 42 had left the sleeping quarters completely for you. He didn't need a bed or much space, so it made sense to give you the room to yourself. Privacy is important. It gives you space to-
"Ah, shit."
Masturbate.
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Costume. Chitons.
Marjorie & C. H. B.Quennell, Everyday Things in Archaic Greece (London: B. T. Batsford, 1931).
Wait, wait…. Is that seriously it? How their clothes go?
that genuinely is it
yeah hey whats up bout to put some fucking giant sheets on my body
lets bring back sheetwares
also chlamys:
and exomis:
trust the ancients to make a fashion statement out of straight cloth and nothing but pins
Wrap Yourself In Blankets, Call It a Day
Wear blanket. Conquer world.
That last one looks dope
Squares and rectangles: easy to weave!! No cutting means no hemming.
And easy to construct, you don’t have to have complicated seaming and patterning to turn fabric into clothing!
ancient Egyptian robes
This sort of clothing solution wasn’t just for the Mediterranean, or northern Africa, either. Behold the Belted Plaid:
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Has anyone already reblogged this with saris? It’s cool how many cultures have similarities like this hidden in plain sight.
https://kalaavarsha.com/how-to-wear-or-drape-a-saree/
The lungi is a traditional garment worn in many southern states of India. It's different from the dhoti, in that it is a tubular shape (like
Since we are here might as well share the dhoti and the lungi
https://www.wikihow.com/Wear-a-Lungi
https://www.wikihow.com/Wear-a-Pancha-Kachcham?amp=1
It’s only men in the photos but really anyone can wear them. I am wearing a lungi right now.
I also know Thailand and Sri Lanka have their versions of a lungi as well.
What expression did the Vigilante see as they raced away from Eclipse, and what was going through Eclipse’s mind as he watched them slip out of his grasp?
(Page text is typed in the image descriptions if you can’t read my hand writing)
Spoilers for Getaway-Part 8 of the Sleuth Jesters series by @naffeclipse based off of @starlightcloudbaby ‘s Detective AU, thank you so much for the wonderful stories and all the inspiration <3 @sinnabee ’s Eclipse is also perfect and definitely influenced me for that end design.
IT’S FINALLY DONE I am going to go rest now but I’m so happy with how this turned out ;v; …I’m lying about the resting bit, so many ideas to start on now that this is done (no promises but there may be more robo-cleavage in the future). I am so proud of that final page, it was the main idea I wanted to draw after reading the chapter and then everything else sprouted up around it ;v;
don't MAKE me turn this hero's journey around!
Aww, is somebody still in “refusal of the call”?
#lmao how are you gonna turn around when the hero can never truly return home?
y’all wanted bigger? we got bigger now
this was the original size concept i had for eclipse! i was gonna turn this into a full color but i’ve already started more mermay stuff so whoops
Meet Sanctuary Guardian Alto
Gosh, there’s a lot of Lore behind this one. One sec, lemme try and remember
Okay, part of an organisation that deals with the security of the remaining settlements of mankind after The Outbreak, Alto and her partner must keep the high priestesses safe from the hostile environment that threatens to swallow all that is man and man-made whole. Many, many years before, a plant based zombie outbreak ravaged the land and kicked off some bizarre flora and fauna mutation, developing several different evolved species of carnivorous plants. Entire forests became mobile hunting amalgamations. Oceans were soon lined with roots thicker than the bows of ships. Man-kind shrivelled to nothing but three modest settlements...
or something like that, at least. I can’t quite remember. I just know I named her Alto, her partner Bass, and the main antagonist Treble.
I dunno, seemed cool at the time
She’s had a redesign recently, I’ll try and find those
OH. BLIND JESTER. FORGOT ABOUT YOU
Basically I was writing this interactive story game thing about a painter who wakes to his dead wife and thinks he somehow killed her. He then goes all tell-tale heart and hides her hacked remains and runs yadda yadda mind deterioration, hallucinations of his dead wife in store windows, kills someone on accident, then not, then sets fire to a monastery... yaknow just all around tormented bastard character development. Then some jesters turn up as like, a boss fight scenario. This one you was supposed to defeat by ringing a tower bell to confuse her, and then eventually drop it on her Sighhhhh I miss having *Ideas*. Young Me was ON that funky creative juice
Life, Death, and Darkness
(These OCs are so old now but I still love them so maybe it’s time for a revamp??)
Dragon Rider I did a while ago during a *Phase*
Plus a line art version (Feel free to colour! In fact please do and tag me or something if you do please please please I wanna see all the different vibes and aesthetics!)
i blacked out
what do y’all think will be the first thing that happens if Sun and Moon get their voices back?
Ohhhh no. Ohhhhhhh nonono I am Feeling
I honestly feel like they wouldn't know how to use it. Like, of course they know how. The mechanics and the thought processes are still there but they just. Can't.
There's too much to say. Not enough to say right then and there in that moment. The moment of pure, unadulterated emotion in front of the person they've come to adore, the one that gave them life and purpose and comfort. The one they love dearly who just gave them back an integral part of themselves, of who they used to be and it's just. It's too much.
No words come out. Maybe a burst of rough static when Sun really tries to force something out that can validate all of y/n's hard work, but it's nothing legible, nothing that communicates accurately just how much this one act of kindness atop all of the others means to them.
I don't think they say anything tbh, don't think they can say anything, and immediately y/n comforts them. Let's them know that they'll try again and again until they find something that works. There's a sudden hug, and in the silence that follows, after y/n has finally allowed themselves this shared comfort, their voicebox sparks to life with a quiet "thank you"
I think the first thing Sun and Moon would say with a fixed voice box is say "I love you" cuz i just imagine them thinking it a thousand times but never SAYING it cuz y'know. No voice (and having to actively sign to talk)
But they've become so accustomed to not being able to speak that it just slips out without them even meaning to because they haven't had to use a thought to speech And then it is immediately followed by them fumbling over their words, flustered and trying to recover from the slip up while Y/N is there red faced and FLABBERGASTED
big brain over here, nonnie