split wheels

@afterhoursanimationschool Inktober Prompt 17: Draw the Squad (I drew the Villain Squad)

 The Three Primary Colors rule over the Color Wheel with iron fists, aided by their loyal Secondaries. Yet their position is more precarious than it seems.

The question of whether the “true” Primary Colors are RYB (the primary colors of paint) or RGB (primary colors of light) has divided the Color Wheel and even the Rainbow Monarchy itself. This debate has split the Wheel into two political parties: the Yellow/Subtractive Party (who support Yellow’s claim to Primacy) and the Green/Additive Party (who support Green’s).

But there are even more troubling rumors. Some say a revolutionary group calling themselves Primary Colors of Ink, led by a Magenta, Cyan, and Ink Black, is planning to stage a coup and abolish the Rainbow Color Monarchy once and for all…

I didn’t go through Ebrietas hell to revive Annalise only to have her act as if nothing happened and not say anything about the recent events of some church dude with an ice cream cone helmet storming into her castle and turning her into a Banannalise split using a giant wheel then having the very gorgeous, brave, strong, beautiful, and charismatic hunter revive her by spending 60000 hours fighting Ebrietas, the macaroni and blue cheese looking tentacle pile of glue

so @striddums and i were talking about colour schemes and things and i just made a whole bunch of analogous ones

n i think its a fun and good art exercise for colour theory!! i def recommend trying it

just split the colour wheel any which way u want and have fun messing with the values from one side of it

Paradise

A/N: Day three in Milan and traveling has taken its toll on me, I’m knackered 😓 but enjoying it! I managed to tick off something on my bucket list 😅 Here’s chapter three! (And the last you’ll see of Indy for a little while!) thank you all again for the likes/re-blogs/lovely comments! It means so much 😁

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Chapter 3
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Greg had to restrain himself from jumping with joy hearing you say that to Indy. He was walking passed at the time when Indy asked if that was the best kiss he was going to get and watched as you placed your fingers to his lips. You didn’t kiss Indy even though you had countless of opportunities to, Greg knew he might have a chance if he found the courage.

“She’s all yours” Greg was dragged back into reality when Indy’s voice echoed around him.

“What?” He managed to speak out and watched as the rugged explorer put on his wide brimmed stable fedora hat.

Indy let out a small chuckle and shook his head “Y/N, she’s all yours. I’ve noticed the way you look at her, she doesn’t bite…” Indy took a breath and lowered his voice “Unless you want her to”.

Greg stood on the spot, blinking away the confusion as Indy let out a laugh.

“Your laugh is obnoxiously loud,” you peered your head from around the door and Indy’s mouth snapped shut “Oh hello Greg! How’s things?”

“Go-good! Great!” He nervously yelped out and pushed the glasses on the end of his nose further up with his index finger “I should be off” he sent you a small smile and hurried to his next class with reddening cheeks.

You followed him with your eyes before turning around to Indy who had a cocky ‘I knew it’ smirk on his face. “What?” You asked narrowing your eyes.

“Nothing!” He held his hands up in defence “Nothing at all,” he leaned in and pressed another kiss to your cheek “Take care, Y/N”.

You waved him off and watched as he left the university building, wondering if you’d ever see him again. You pursed your lips and turned on your heel, heading back into the classroom before your classes started.

After class you began organising the expedition and before you knew it the five of you were boarding a plane to South America.

“How long is the flight?” Molly asked as you stepped onto the plane.

“Fifteen glorious hours” you sent her a small smile “Best to try and get some sleep, traveling will mess up your body clock and South America is behind us time wise so that will make your sleeping patterns go haywire”.

The doctor nodded and settled herself down. She sat beside an unknown woman, John and Sherlock sat together while you sat beside Greg. The two men where sitting in front of you while Molly sat behind.

“What’s that?” You heard the voice next to you ask as you pulled out a journal stuffed with expedition notes in it.

“My bible,” you looked at it with a smile “Survival notes, useful contacts, maps, a list of some poisonous things and safe things. This,” you held the book up to Greg’s face “will save us when I can’t.”

Greg smiled “I think that you’ll be more useful than that book. I doubt we’ll even need it!”

You bashfully smiled at your fellow professor and thanked him for his kind words. He always was a kind and caring person, Greg would often pop his head around the door at least three times a day to ask of you needed anything or just to see how you were doing. You always looked forward to it, it was the highlight of your day.

“Can- Can I read it?” He asked pointing to your book and you blinked yourself out of your thoughts. You nodded with a smile and handed it to him, grazing his hand with your fingertips. You watched him as he began reading as the plane took off, not moving his eyes for a split second as the wheels of the plane lifted from the ground. He immersed himself in your writing and scribbles and little doodles of plants and animals.

You smiled to yourself watching him study each word, taking in every single letter of your detailed analysis and helpful information. “Is this you?” Greg asked taking out a photograph of you as a little girl, pigtails in your hair and digging for 'treasure’ in the garden. That treasure was coins your mother had planted for you, she made you fall in love with uncovering and finding things.

“Yeah! I must have been about six or seven at the time” you smiled and the corners of Greg’s lips tugged upwards as he looked at the photo.

“You were really cute” he glanced up to you and then back to the photo.

“And I’m not now?” You playfully questioned and Greg’s mouth gaped a little.

He held his hands up in defence “No! I mean yes? Uh no I meant-”

You cut him off with a giggle as you pressed the back of your head to the seat “I’m just messing with you, Lestrade”. He let out a sigh of relief and nervously chuckled.

He watched you turn your head to look out of the window “South America is a beautiful place,” you told him as you watched the clouds pass underneath you “There’s thousands of animals and plants living there, most of them unknown…there could be things there that will cure diseases we don’t have a cure for yet…” You trailed off with a small sigh.

“Why haven’t we found them yet?” Greg asked and you turned your head back to face him, you noticed the book was shut over on the pull out table in front of him.

“People are too busy fighting each other, people are also greedy and selfish. There are bigger problems in this world that we should be facing. We shouldn’t be fighting each other. What good will come of that?” Greg mulled over your words just as the air stewardess came with tea and coffee.

After gulping down the lukewarm liquid your eyelids grew heavier and you fell asleep watching the clouds.

You felt a light tapping on your arm and woke up with a tired groan “We’ll be landing in half an hour” Greg told you and you tiredly smiled.

“Thanks for waking me up,” you groggily replied, Greg handed you a cup of water “Thanks” you took a sip and handed it back. Upon landing in the airport you collected your backpack and bag. You knew there was no point hauling around a big suitcase and you told the others.

You scanned your eyes across the airport and couldn’t help but smile when you saw an extending arm waving to you. You motioned for the others to follow you and you introduced them to the young Brazilian man “This is Pedro, he’s my contact here in Brazil” you smiled and the others greeted him with a grin “He doesn’t speak very good English but he’ll get us to the border of the jungle”.

“He won’t be accompanying us?” Sherlock asked.

You shook your head “No, the entrance is as far as he’ll go.” Pedro led you out to his car and you tossed your bags into the trunk of the pickup “Oh give me a minute I forgot to drop in these documents!” You rushed back to inside the airport and handed over the paperwork to customs officials before turning around and crashing into someone.

“Oh sorry!” You politely smiled.

“That’s quite alright,” the black haired man nodded “I wasn’t paying attention myself!” He lightly laughed “I’m James” he stuck his hand out for you to shake as you walked forward.

“Y/N, that’s a charming accent you have where are you-” You turned around and the man was gone “From?” You slowly uttered out the end of your sentence. You blinked and shook your head, returning to the pickup that was sitting in the middle of the beating heat of the sun. It was sweltering already and it wasn’t even eleven in the morning.

You climbed into the boot with Sherlock, John, Molly and Greg, surrounded by your bags as you made your way to the rainforest.

You fished through your backpack for a bottle of water but pulled out a note instead. You brow scrunched a little and you folded it open, it read; 'You don’t need it to be like me, you’re already amazing enough on your own. Nevertheless, I think you’d look good in it kid….well I think you’d look good in only it if you know what I mean. Take care-Jones.’ You playfully rolled your eyes and pulled out the thing the note was attached to.

A hat identical to Indy’s.

You let out a snort of laughter and placed it on your head before safely securing your bullwhip to the belt loop of your trousers. You watched the city turn into trees and you soon began to prepare yourself for the jungle.

You asked Pedro a question in Portuguese while the four others watched you communicate in awe. You climbed over Greg and opened up a hidden compartment in the trunk taking out a few revolvers, ammunition and knives.

“Wh-why do we need guns?” John nervously asked as you placed bullets into revolvers.

You handed a gun to each person “Because I was almost killed last time, I’m not taking any risks. Chances are we won’t be the only ones wanting to see 'The Death Gift’. If you want to see it,” you pointed to Sherlock “Someone else will too. Not to mention there are unimaginable dangers in the forest”.

You finally reached the outskirts of the jungle and climbed out of the pickup truck. You thanked Pedro and discreetly handed him a few notes of cash before he left the five of you.

A rumble of thunder made you all look up and you smirked “Looks like we’ve made it just in time.” You looked back down to the four faces with gaping mouths “Now you guys are going to find out why it’s called a rainforest.”

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Look, everyone! It’s a pic of the last wheel of parmigiano reggiano I’ll probably ever handle. I was going through some photographs and found this; figured I’d throw it up on Tumblr for all you cheese-friendly folks.

I’m used to quartering wheels and we used to have a competition at work to see who could get the closest. I left my job as reigning champion, with a total variance of 0.21 lb.

If you have never seen a wheel of parm in its natural state, this one’s a pretty good example. It weighed about 88 pounds and was roughly 30 months old. It was worth a little over a thousand dollars. Yep, that’s a grand right there.

This is one of my favorite cheeses. Once you have stuck your face between the freshly split halves of a wheel of parm and smelled that ineffable aroma you will never be able to look at the sad green can in the same way.

Some Parm Facts:

  • It can be made only in ParmaReggio EmiliaBologna (only the area to the left of the river Reno), Modena, (all in Emilia-Romagna), and Mantova (in Lombardia, but only the area to the south of river Po).
  • It’s made with full-fat milk from the morning’s milking as well as naturally-skimmed milk from the previous evening. The cream separates overnight, resulting in a part-skim cheese.
  • It takes about 175 gallons of milk to make a single wheel of parmigiano!
  • After a year of aging, a master grader checks the soundness of each wheel using only a hammer and his trained ear. The master grader hammers the cheese, listening to ensure there are no voids.
  • Every wheel is branded and stamped, so that each can be traced to its origin point, one of roughly 400 cheese houses.
  • It is an ancient cheese, unchanged by time. When you eat a piece of parm, you are tasting what people tasted 900 years ago. You get to devour history!
  • The playwright Molière decided to live on a diet consisting of 12 ounces of parmigiano reggiano and three glasses of port a day.
  • Parm was at one point worth so much in England that during the Great Fire of 1666 Samuel Pepys buried his in the garden to protect it from the flames.
  • There are over 300,000 wheels of Parmesan cheese stored in bank vaults in Italy, worth over $200 million. The cheese is held as collateral for loans to the cheese makers to assist their cash flow as the cheese takes so long to mature.

And that’s all I got. This will be the final episode of Cheese of the Month, seeing as how I’m no longer working with cheese. Go forth, and accept no imitation parm!

honestly i probably would’ve been deeply fucked up if i’d been susceptible to the sometimes very convincing rhetoric that my not wanting sex or to be touched was perfectly good and healthy and not something that i should question because of *spins the split attraction mogai wheel*

it took me years to realise it was because i had some messy sex dysphoria that was causing hell on my libido, relationship, perception of myself, life satisfaction, etc etc and that’s without having a crutch of microclassification based on treating my then sexually ambivalent-to-repulsed libido as an innate part of my identity. if i’d fallen into that tar pit i’d probably still be slowly drowning in it instead of doing some fairly savage self examination that has lead to me starting the most content time of my life, y'know?

MERCURY

ruled by: gemini, virgo
colour: blue
identity: genderfluid
natal cycle: 280-365 days (approx.)

what is it?
the planet in our solar system that is closest to the sun. in roman mythology, mercury was the equivalent to hermes (greek mythology) the messenger god. mercury/hermes is responsible for sending messages from god-to-god, therefore having a very important role.

how does it work? each sign has 30° in our charts (meaning the natal wheel is split into 12 sections). mercury will travel into the next sign every 14-30 days, depending on its motion.

what does it represent?
mercury represents our communication and our handwriting. sometimes the way we write is influenced too. when looking at posts on tumblr, you should check your mercury on posts like “how the signs talk about…” or “the signs handwriting”.

Hashirama Profiles

マダラに…大蛇丸に…狙われし柱間の細胞
Hashirama’s sought-after cells… in Madara… in Orochimaru
マダラが造った柱間の人造体
Hashirama’s artificial body of Madara’s creation
類いまれなる回復力を持つ柱間の肉体は、他者の体においてもその能力を発揮する。
The unparalleled recovery ability of Hashirama’s body could even exhibit that ability in the bodies of others.
マダラは、終末の谷の戦いで手にした柱間の細胞を傷口に移植することで生きながらえた。
Madara lived on by transplanting into a wound Hashirama’s cells that he obtained in the Battle of the Valley of the End.
さらに、外道魔像を触媒にして生きた細胞を培養し、柱間の人造体を製造。
In addition, by using the Demon Statue as a catalyst, he cultivated living cells to create an artificial body of Hashirama.
瀕死の重傷を負ったオビトも、人造体を半身に植えつけられたことで傷を癒すことができたのだ。
Even the critically wounded Obito healed his injuries by transplanting half of an artificial body.
柱間の細胞を植え付けた場所には顔が浮かび上がる。
Hashirama’s face appears wherever his cells have been implanted.
細胞は生きているが意識はない。
The cells are alive, but have no awareness.
大蛇丸の人体実験の果てに…
As a result of Orochimaru’s human experiments…
不老不死という飽くなき野望を抱く大蛇丸にとって、柱間の再生能力は重要な研究対象だった。
For Orochimaru, who had an insatiable desire for immortality, Hashirama’s regenerative abilities were a critical target of research.
その細胞に秘められた力を我がものにせんと実験が繰り返され、禁じられた術の開発に悪用される 。
In order to make the power hidden in the cells his, he repeated experiments and misused them for the development of forbidden arts.
初代のクローンであるヤマトも哀しき産物だ。
Yamato, the founder’s clone, was an unfortunate product of this.
その無二の特性は、柱間が最強の忍であることの裏付けの一つである。
That unrivaled characteristic was one of the substantiating factors for Hashirama being the strongest ninja.
奴は印を結ぶことすらなく傷を治すことができた…
The guy could heal wounds without even making hand symbols.
全ての術がケタ違い…
All of his arts are superior by a factor of 10…
人は奴を最強の忍と呼んだ
People called the guy the strongest ninja.
初代の細胞を埋め込んで身体エネルギーを向上させていたのか
So he buried the founder’s cells in his body and was raising his body’s energy…
千手の力を渇望したダンゾウは、己の体に柱間の細胞を埋め込んだ。
Thirsy for Senju’s power, Danzou buries Hashirama’s cells deep into his own body.
忍の神にほめていただけて…光栄です
It’s an honor to be praised by the Ninja God.
甦った現在の大蛇丸。
The current reborn Orochimaru
肉体のほとんどは柱間の細胞で構成されている。
Most of his body is made up of cells from Hashirama.

千手(せんじゅ)とうちは――断ち切れぬ因果(いんが)の末に
Senju and Uchiha―― The edge of unstoppable destiny
語り合った夢
Dreams Discussed
壮絶なる忍の戦国時代――。
The warring states period of valiant ninjas――.
柱間(はしらま)とマダラは運命の邂逅(かいこう)を果たした。
Hashirama and Madara had a fateful chance meeting.
幼い弟達の死を間近に見てきた柱間とマダラは、世の過ちを悟り意志を同じくした。
Hashirama and Madara, having recently seen the deaths of some young boys, became aware of the wrongs in the world and unified their wills.
かつての二人は心を許す友であったが…。
The two used to be friends who trusted each other, but…
アハハハお先~~~!!
Ahahaha! I’ll go first!
あっ!てめエ!!
Hey! Youuu!!
落ち込むフリしやがったな!
Pretending to fall down like that!
宿敵(しゅくてき)と知らず心を通わせた二人。
Not knowing they are long-standing rivals, the two communicated their thoughts.
共に過ごす時間が、唯一の憩(いこ)いだった。
The time they spent together was their only relaxation.
子供がちゃんと強く大きくなるための訓練する学校を作る!
I’m going to make a school where kids properly train to become big and strong!
個人の能力や力に合わせて任務を選べる!
They can choose a duty based on their individual abilities and strengths.
依頼レベルをしゃんと振り分けられる上役(うわやく)を作る
I’ll make higher-ups who can properly assign job levels.
子供を激しい戦地へ送ったりしなくていい集落だ!
A village that doesn’t have to send children to violent battlefields!
後に木の葉隠(がく)れの里となる場所を一望(いちぼう)し、マダラに夢を語る。
His single hope was for a place that would become a village hidden in the shade of trees, and he told Madara about this dream.
先は希望に満ちていた。
The future was full of hope.
六道(りくどう)仙人の系譜(けいふ)に連なりし一族
The clan of the Rikudou Hermit’s lineage
忍の創世記(そうせいき)まで遡(さかのぼ)る、千手とうちはの因縁(いんねん)の糸。
Tracing back to the genesis of ninjas, Senju and Uchiha’s thread of connection. 
両族は、共に六道仙人を始祖(しそ)とし、その力を色濃く受け継ぐ。
Both clans take the Rikudou Hermit as their founder, and strongly inherit that power.
さらに柱間とマダラは、六道仙人の息子アシュラとインドラのチャクラがそれぞれ宿った、転生者(てんしょう しゃ)でもある。
Moreover, Hashirama and Madara are the reincarnations of the the Rikudou Hermit’s sons Ashura and Indra, respectively.
柱間とマダラの対立は、避けられない定めだったのかもしれない…。
The rivalry between Hashirama and Madara may be unavoidable destiny.
柱間がアシュラ、マダラがインドラだ
Hashirama is Ashura; Madara is Indra.
…その二人がどうなったかは分かるな
…I assume you know what happened to the two of them.
天才である兄インドラと、父の意志を継いだ弟アシュラという宿縁(しゅくえん)は世代を超えて争いを生み出 した。
The karma of Indra, the genius older brother, and Ashura, the younger brother who inherited his father’s will, was to go beyond their generation and start a war.
木の葉の千手一族と渦潮(うずしお)のうずまき一族は遠い血縁(けつえん)関係にあたる忍達…
The Konoha Senju Clan and the Uzushio Vortex Clan are ninjas of distant blood relation…
千手一族の遠縁(とうえん)にあたるうずまき一族も、六道仙人の一跡(いっせき)にあたるとい えるだろう。
The Vortex Clan, a distant relative of the Senju Clan, could also be said to be a lineage of the Rikudou Hermit.

綻び始める運命
Fate that starts to come apart at the seams
柱間とマダラ、二人の運命は突如として綻び始める。
Hashirama and Madara’s fate suddenly starts to come apart at the seams.
千手とうちは――互いの正体が割れたことで、柱間とマダラの「友」としての関係は儚くも終わり を告げた。
Senju and Uchiha――When their true forms were revealed, Hashirama and Madara’s “friend” relationship fleetingly announced its end.
やがて二人は互いに一族を率いる長となり、無慈悲なる運命のもと両族の対立は激化していく…。
The two would both soon become the leaders of their respective clans, and the cold fate of the two clans to be at odds would only intensify…
次からは戦場で会うことになるだろうぜ、千手柱間…
You know, the next time we meet will be on the battlefield, Senju Hashirama…
柱間に決別を言い渡した直後に、マダラの"写輪眼"が目覚めた。
Right after he announced the split to Hashirama, Madara’s “Wheel-Projecting Eye” awoke.
二人で描いた夢の実現――
Bringing their shared dream to life――
永久に続くと思われた戦いの中、柱間は諦めずに、うちは一族に休戦協定を送り続けた。
Amidst the seemingly never-ending battle, Hashirama persistently continued to send the Uchiha clan offers of a truce.
忍の未来を思う柱間の揺るがぬ意志に、マダラの凍てついた心はついに氷解する。
Hashirama’s unwavering will to create a future for ninjas finally melted Madara’s cold heart.
両族は手を組み、二人が幼き頃に夢見た夢が、平安の里作りが、始まったのだ…。
The two clans shook hands, and the dream they had dreamt in their younger days of creating a peaceful village began to take shape…
地形を変えるほどの壮絶な戦いの末、柱間はかつての友マダラに止めを刺した。
At the end of a valiant landscape-altering battle, Hashirama dealt a finishing blow to his former friend Madara.
夢のようだった…うちはと千手が手を組んだのだ
It was like a dream…Uchiha and Senju shook hands.
もう多くの犠牲が出ることもない…多くの子供の死も必要なくなる……
No longer would many become victims… No longer would children need to die…… 
こうして忍族連合体である里システムが誕生した。
This is how the Ninja Clan Federation Village System was born.
哀しき決別の刻
The sad time of parting ways
だが、哀しき輪廻は加速する。
However, the cycle of reincarnation would accelerate.
柱間と再び袂を分かったマダラが、木ノ葉を強襲したのだ。
Madara, who once again parted ways with Hashirama, launched an assault on Konoha.
戦いを終えた柱間の心に残ったもの――それは一つの覚悟。
The only thing that was in Hashirama’s heart after ending the battle―― was one resolve.
先を見るためではなく、今を見守るために…忍として、耐え忍ぶ覚悟だった。
It was a resolve he had to bear as a ninja, not for looking to the future, but for watching over the present.
たとえそれが…友であろうと、兄弟であろうと、我が子であろうと…
No matter if it’s a friend, a sibling, or a child…
里に仇なす者は許さぬ
Those who do wrong to the village won’t be forgiven.

translated by :Game Gogakuen