#Craft Projects with Pebbles

[waterbeads1993]

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[mewguca]

Shame

this is a rather personal piece; it's primarily based on my own struggles

It probably could've been executed better (like having more of the interaction she's agonizing over), but I really wanted to focus on that visceral reaction of shame, guilt, and self-criticism

here's a long ramble I wrote while starting this ...

I realize, perhaps much of the reason certain depictions of moon trigger me so much is due to my own overwhelming shame and guilt. It's a defense mechanism crafted because I yet lack the strength to accept myself. I suppose that's why characters like Five Pebbles are so appealing to me — he is someone I've given the room to express his faults, his flaws, his hatred, his despair, his pain, and all his imperfections... For him to be mean or angry is natural and expected, so it's not as scary to express my negative feelings with him as the instrument. He's not a "good person", after all, so it's fine if he is "bad." His standards aren't as high.

Conversely, because I idealize LTTM so much and connect her to myself, I deny her the same things I deny myself. I do it without even thinking, really...

I've often thought, "but this sort of emotion doesn't really suit her... isn't this sort of projection too self-indulgent? If I made this, it'd be too obvious that my own emotions are bleeding through onto the canvas..."

So, I wonder if she's experienced that same sort of emotional repression. It'd be cathartic, in an unfortunate way. To see someone else struggle to grapple with such things, because they want to be pure and virtuous and not upset others...

It's harder when you spend so much time shaping that perfect, faultless, virtuous sort of image, especially when you do it reflexively. Unconsciously. You're making the pressure for yourself worse, but you can't stop... I'm actually not a very friendly person. I'm actually quite afraid and irritable, and I push people away when they get too close. I don't want to hurt anyone, and I don't want anyone to hate me... I don't want to cause suffering or strife. Sometimes, I wish I could just be a completely passive observer.

But I suppose I'm a human being instead, so I have to accept that. Thanks for reading, I guess. I'm not really looking for emotional support here... I just want to be understood.

[broomsick]

Celebrating Imbolc as a solitary practitionner

You'll find that some of these ideas wander a little outside your typical Imbolc rituals, as I've included many of my own experiences alongside your more traditional practices!

Baking sweets or bread! Oatcakes, honey cakes, scones, herb bread (bonus points for use of rosemary), and lamb are among my favorite Imbolc dishes. Anything herb, oat, dairy, or honey is typical.

Cleaning your home, coupled with cleansing of the rooms and objects of your choice.

Make yourself a nice cup of tea! Lavender and chamomile tea are staples. Bonus: sweeten it using honey and milk, both traditional ingredients of the season.

Learn about the Goddess Brigid! I'm a heathen, but I've always found it rewarding and fulfilling to learn about other mythologies and deities of other pantheons! You'll find the myth of Brigid is tightly intertwined with the celebration of Imbolc, and understanding one leads to a better understanding of the other.

Decorating with white, blue, red and gold! Lambs, the moon, corn dolls, fire, brooms, sunwheels, eggs, candles, and snowdrops are imagery associated with this celebration.

Work with the moon, or with a moon deity that you worship.

Making or decorating candles, and crafting Brigid's crosses.

Enjoy a glass of milk! Feel free to flavor it using honey, blackberry syrup or leaves, chamomile, or elderflower! (Important note: elder flowers, not berries or other parts of the elder plant, which are poisnonous when uncooked.) Bonus points if you enjoy an apple alongside it! I've taken to making apple quarters to eat when night has fallen on February 1st.

Make a list of elements of your life that you would like to see "grow"! What are your current ambitions? What projects do you want to see bear fruit?

Start a knitting project, or learn how to knit! Making a cloak, referred to as Brigid's mantle, is a common way to honor the Goddess Brigid.

Visit a local body of water, especially springs! They are the perfect spot to notice the end of winter, when their ice begins to melt. It's common practice to make pebble offerings to bodies of water, in order to thank the earth for its gift of sweet water.

Make an offering to the faerie folk (for example, milk and biscuits), or start learning how to work with them.

Acquire a new house plant, or even better: sow a seed for a new plant to grow in your home!

Work with the element of fire, for example, by practicing fire-based magic, by lighting candles in the house, or by lighting a bonfire/hearth fire.

Play calm music, especially harp music!

Appreciate the quiet and calm of nighttime, for example, by leaving your home in the dark once the sun sets, and lighting it up with nothing but candles as a symbol of the returning sun.

Reading or reciting poetry! Especially poetry pertaining to the night, winter, spring, nature and the like. Feeling inspired? Why not try writing some poetry yourself!

First picture Second picture: Spring by Ruth Sanderson

[oldschoolfrp]

I completed the fantasy barn based on the "Modelling Workshop" article in White Dwarf 140, August 1991. The structure is foamcore covered with craft wood sticks and coffee stirrers, based on matboard with sand and pebbles, painted with inexpensive craft paints. To keep with the 1991 theme I used simple wood turned barrels from a craft store and carved some lines to suggest staves, instead of using 3D printed models. The basing includes the same types of Woodland Scenics ground foam flocking I would have used in 1991. My one concession to more modern materials was to add a variety of premade static grass tufts.

This project started as a community challenge from the Summon Lesser Maker channel, one of the YouTubers keeping Mordheim alive online.

[evilminji]

I am going? Insane?? It's driving me mad.

(Ffs this isn't EVEN A PLOT OUTLINE) (｡>﹏<)

So! I am reading SVSSS, as ya do, because it's my current obsession, right? And?? The SAME terrible, awful, "oh~?"-"owo what's this?" GREMLIN part of my brain? Perked up, rolled out of it's decadent day bed, and started paying attention.

To the plot? The CHARACTERS, perhaps? Oooh ho ho, NO! THAT would TO FUCKING EASY! No, no! No, see, THIS horrible curse goblin? Inside my skull? Is the SAME one that fuckin OBSESSED over both Runes & magical crafts in Harry Potter AND Seals in Naruto!

The Daughter of a Crafter, who is in turn, ALSO a Crafter... presented with an INTERESTING new Medium, part of my brain.

ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ Guess I'll just di- obsess without the sweet relief of GETTING TO DO A PROJECT, huh? Yaaaaay~ ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

.·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. (This is hell. I am in hell.)

Cause? I WANNA TRY TALISMANS!!!

Yeah, yeah, cool Xanxia sword magic and flying thunder beasts. BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE TREASURES? I wanna sit in on a hour long lecture about WHY you gotta use silk thread and not cotton to embroider this array vs that one! Can those qiankun pouches be sewed into anything? What OTHER things can I sew into fabric?

My hold over unused "a Lady is, in fact, a Walking Tank, you fools" theory carries over BEAUTIFULLY! Especially with all those LAYERS??‽ That? Is so, SO much fabric to carefully and intricately sew? Teeny tiny little Rune/talismans/array thingies onto? Into this slowly building brocade of pure power?

It would take foreeeeeever. BUT‽

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!

Cause like imagine it? This middling cultivator. Nothing special. No great beauty, no legendary strength. Not even that STRONG spiritually. You think you can just... squash them like an ant. Just one more bit of Cannon fodder. Not even worth being called a pebble on your path.

You smack them aside. (Because even with protection. Somethings can not cross the gulf of raw power.)

And yet? They DO NOT die. They ALONE get back up, where far greater have fallen. How? Lightning rolls off them. Acid? Does not touch. Fire? They barely sweat. Swords do not seem to cut at ALL! But of course, nothing is flawless. Brute force still works. Each blow, softened as it is? Still lands.

And yours are powerful enough? That THAT means broken bones.

Just? Imagine~☆

Being a Treasure maker in the lands of gods and monsters. Each equally covetous, though half of them LIE. Wanting only to create for the simple joy of creation. The WONDER and curiosity of it all! And being HUNTED for it.

They want weapons! They want DEATH! Make them war, war, WAR!!!

Better ways to KILL each other.

They claim they are Righteous. Pure. Yet... standing before you? They hold such greed and distain. Such hatred. You no longer wonder, now. Why every master before you, fled to hidden realms.

You just want to learn. Cultivate. Grow.

Make beautiful, interesting things.

(You start looking up how to create a hidden realm. Because you are tired. Because enough is enough. Because... eventually? They will push too far. You just... you just wanted to create.)

@mayfay @babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @spidori @leftnotright @lolottes

[lilianasgrimoire]

Witches & Witchcraft: Types & Definitions

There is an abundance of types of witches, some being more common than others, for example, death witch or hedge witch. I have provided the different types of witches with a brief description/definition of what they study, believe and tools most commonly used for each.

The types of witchcraft is entirely up to the individual which they prefer to do. One person may only follow on type of magick whereas another may follow several. Listed are a handful of the many kinds, but I'm listing the most common/known types of magick/witchcraft that people fall into.

I have grouped some witches together as they fit together under the same or similar definitions.

Types of Witches

Religious witches;

Christian, Satanic (Theistic), Laveyan Satanic, Hellenic, Celtic and Wiccan, etc. are witches that follow a primary belief system and incorporate their religion into the craft.

Non-Religious witches;

Secular - doesn't work with [a] deity(ies).

Science - (also a craft type), uses metaphysical and scientific fads and theories mixed together.

Other types of witches;

Solitary - works alone and is not part of a coven. Won't typically work with other witches for spell work or any part of their practice.

Eclectic - a practice that includes multiple practises from different areas. A mixture of all practices, may practise one more than another, or all equally.

Hereditary/Generational - a witch who is born into a family whom practice the craft. The term 'Blood witch' is often a hot topic of controversy as to whether it makes one a more powerful witch.

Traditional - a type that is based on honouring the traditional ways of magick, which also ties in nicely with generational/hereditary witches.

Chaotic/Chaos - a witch who utilizes new, non-traditional and unorthodox methods. It's still relatively new and highly individualistic practice while still drawing from common forms of magick.

Types of Witchcraft/Magick

Green Witch; A witch who uses natural magick, such as creating blends of different plants, or primarily using herbs and/or crystals spells in their craft. Tools mostly consist of herbs, crystals, stones, flowers, soil or other greenery.

Hedge Witch; Also know as an astral witch, this type of magick is orientated around spiritual work such as astral projection, lucid dreaming, spirit work, healing and out-of-body magick. Tools mostly consist tarot cards, runes, pendulum, stones, crystal ball, mirrors & candles.

Dream Witch; Mindful and internal magickal practice mainly based from interpreting dreams and/or engaging in lucid dreaming. Practises used to 'de-code' symbols and messages in the dream world can be used similarly to how one would use divination techniques. Tools mostly consist of dream catchers, candles, books of glossaries of symbols.

Sea/Ocean; Derived from materials and abstract ideas involving ocean and the oceanic world. Sea or ocean magick can be worked with by using things found on or relating to a beach/lagoon. A sea witch might draw their energy from such tools. Tools commonly consist of driftwood, pebbles/stones, seashells, ocean water, bones, seaweed, candles.

Storm/Weather; magick used through combining one's energy with the weather; most commonly rain. Weather witches will collect different ingredients provided by the weather, absorb energy from storms, manipulate winnds, or perhaps predict the weather. Tools most commonly consist of rain/snow water, symbols/weather maps, crystals.

Cottage/Hearth; Magick that is weaved and worked or embedded into mundane tasks around the house or for loved ones. Cottage magick is usually worked into cleaning, hobbies or cooking. Tools commonly consist of essential oils, incense, bells, flowers, cleaning utensils, spices and herbs.

Tea Witch; Creating blends of teas for protection, remedies or even to use for tea-leaf divination. Tools commonly consist of tea, herbs, waters, spices.

Tech Witch; Use of technology in the craft, mostly based through phones or computers. Mostly used for storing of information, grimoires, spell books and Book of Shadows/diaries. Tools consist of apps on the phone, digital sigils, online blogs and pages.

Garden/Flora; Mostly (if not all) focused on herbal and botanical measures. Many garden witches have their own garden and plant flowers and herbs to draw in energy for their home and to include in rituals and spells. Tools commonly consist of flowers, soil, seeds, greenery, twigs/tree branches, leaves.

Elemental; Using all 4 (or 5) elements in an honouring or acknowledging form. A witch can choose to work with all, or singular elements. One may have a dedicated area on their alters to a particular elements. Tools consist of anything related to said element.

Faery/Fae; Magick for those who communicate with, and/or work with the Fae. Those whom work with fae may also leave offerings regularly as thanks for the assistance of a faery in their spell work. Tools commonly consist of anything sweet, sigils, offerings.

Spirit; A practice which an individual will perform spell work in conjunction with (or the help of) any manner of spirit, including Ouija, demon spirits, spiritual contact of any kind, working with ancestors. Tools commonly consist of crystals, bells, incense, Ouija boards, tarot cards, pendulums, sigils.

Draconian: The use of dragons and dragon imagery; whether it be trough astral matters or in spells and rituals. May also be connected with dragon spirits on their journey. Tools commonly consist of dragons art, statues, candles.

Seasonal; Utilizing and drawing energy from specific time periods of the year for their magick. One individual may feel more powerful at a particular time of year. It can also be spread out into the 4 seasons. Tools commonly consist of herbs related to certain seasons, stones, ruins and the weather.

Music; Can be through singing, humming, playing an instrument, creating music or having it on during spell work to add energies. Tools consist of speakers, instruments, voice, chimes, lyrics & sheet music.

Art & Craft; Anything from painting to knitting to building something. Tools consist of anything you can craft with.

Sigils; Working majorly with sigils and the intent that can be put into them to activate their power. Tools commonly used are pens, paper, makeup, candles.

Astronomy/Space/Luna; Correlates their belief in conjunction with the planets, stars and/or moon. Versed in moon phases and tend to do spell work at night rather than day time. Tools commonly used are horoscopes, calendars, charts, moonlight, moon water.

Energy; Those who prefer to do magick through energy exercises and manipulation rather than many physical tools or materials. This may also include aura work. The only tools needed for this type is yourself.

Crystal; Magick that is worked commonly with stones and crystals. The practise may include chakra balancing, crystal meditation and even spell work or rituals. Extensive knowledge of stone, including how to identify them. Tools most commonly used are crystals, books, grimoires and stones.

Literacy; Those who practise through books and literature - studying the craft after the 'beginner' phase of learning. Tools are books, poems, written work.

[charming-fawn]

tips

Your Space Fill your room with vintage finds, fairy lights, and plants to create a cozy, whimsical atmosphere.

Nature Walks: Spend time in nature, collecting pretty leaves, flowers, or pebbles to remind yourself of the beauty around you.

Crafting Joy: Try your hand at DIY projects! Making your own accessories or art can be a fulfilling way to express your creativity!!

Capture Moments: Keep a journal or scrapbook where you can jot down your thoughts, dreams, and memories, decorated with cute stickers and drawings.

Dress in Color: embrace soft pastels, florals, and patterns that make you feel joyful and reflect your personality

[mc-revived]

Okay, but isn’t it fucked up that the ancients made puppets for iterators?

There’s some oc ideas bulleted for you guys ;)

Iterators are more that their puppets, they are their cans. However as we see in the game, as Moon and Pebbles deteriorate, one of the few connections they can maintain is with their puppets.

The ancients essentially gave godlike supercomputers a form to project themselves onto, to help them form their own sense of identity.

What were their motivations for this? To create a recognizable “mascot” for ancients in the city? Considering the existence of advertisements in pebble’s city, the iterators could have been used on the face of advertisements.

But really, there is no technological reason to have given them puppets. Yet in doing so they have a proper “body.” We as humans attach a lot of our identity to our physical form, which is why we have dysphoria or dysmorphia if there is a disconnect.

So is it a blessing or a curse that iterators were given a form to project themselves onto, allowing them to more easily explore their sense of self?

It seems cruel that ancients crafted these puppets to be tethered to a chamber, a chamber hidden deep within their superstructures away from the world outside. So while they do have a body to project themselves onto, they can’t commune face to face with the outside world.

These iterators develop whole ass personalities while being reduced to their computations for eternity. They aren’t truly allowed to to be living yet have the capacity to form meaningful relationships. What were the ancients thinking??That’s some insane torment.

I want to see iterator puppets explored more. Like:

Why did the ancients create puppets?

Were iterators able to make requests to alter their puppets?

How is an iterator’s sense of self affected if they were never given a puppet to project onto?

Were newer iterators sometimes given the puppets of older (maybe discontinued) iterators? And did they consequently feel their identity tied to that iterator?

What are the iterators opinions of having puppets?

Do some iterators not use their puppets because they don’t see the point?

I’ve also seen some cool ocs where iterator puppets are designed to leave their cans! So for those with this type of oc:

What are other iterators’ opinions about this. Do they feel envy?

How strong are these iterators’ connection to their can? And are they much more “themselves” since they are given the opportunity to roam and create new experiences?

Do they visit other iterators, and if so do they visit the can or their puppets?

Do they collect scraps on their travels to modify their appearance? Do they run similar errands for other iterators?

Do these iterators ever choose to wander the empty cities atop their cans, now devoid of ancients? (angst angst angst)

Were their puppets always mobile? If so, how were their interactions with the ancients while they were alive?

And that’s all for now! I’d love to see if anyone has more ideas to spitball.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1936 Bugatti T57S Atlantic Coupe

The third of four Atlantic coupes built by Jean Bugatti, this one is famously known for having been hit by a train at a railroad crossing in the French countryside in 1955. Much has been written regarding this car's authenticity, and it is true that not every panel is original. Yet before that tragedy this car had experienced a storied and historically important life. Many a race car has been saved from the scrap heap because it had a unique provenance. This car was worth preserving for its unique beauty alone, as well as for the same reasons that any unique historical object is saved: to continue its history, to honor the craft of the original builders, and to illustrate it's story to those who may not already know it.

This car is uniquely different from the other Atlantics as it had been restyled soon after it was built. The evidence indicates that the styling changes had been commissioned by the car's original owners and completed by renowned coachbuilder Joseph Figoni, who had his own singular ideas about flowing surfaces and shape.

The first owners, Jacques and Yvonne Holtzschuch, took delivery of 57473 in 1936. In the earliest known photograph of the car, taken at the Concours d'Elegance de Juan les Pins in 1937, the body was black with a light beige pigskin interior. In the next known photograph, taken in 1951 at the Circuit International de Vitesse de Nice, the body and interior had been significantly restyled. In order to participate in the race, the body had also been repainted blue in accordance with the Code Sportif International de la F.I.A. After changing hands several times, the car was eventually purchased in 1952 by René Chatard, who had it repainted gray near the end of 1954. Chatard and a female companion were driving near Gien, France when they were struck and killed by a train on August 22, 1955.

Paul-André Berson recovered the remains in 1965, and started a decade-long project to rebuild the car. In the restoration he chose to work with the intact right-hand coachwork, and replaced the damaged parts. Upon completion in 1977, he sold the car to collector Nicholas Seydoux, who later had it restored again by André Lecoq. In 2006 the current owner purchased the car from Seydoux, and the unused dashboard, trim pieces, engine block, mechanical parts and original damaged body panels from Berson.

The car was then on display at the Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance, the perfect environment for the world to rediscover this very special car.

[buttermander]

Buttermander's Craft Sibling Headcanon Masterpost

Goob and Scraps are two of my fav toons and now I'm going to unleash my headcanons so everyone can use them.

Goob's fur will stand on end if you startle or or scare him. It looks ridiculous to behold

When she was first made Scraps had a habit of investigating random inanimate objects around Gardenview by clawing them

If presented with cardboard boxes the craft siblings will attempt to fit themselves into them due to instincts they claim they cannot control.

Scraps enjoys all sorts of arts and crafts projects in her spare time, although having claws means she has to be extremely careful to not tear things up on accident.

Given that goob's hands seem too heavy for him and his arms are literal cables, it is likely Deliliah Keen had to get specially made artifical arms for the craft

Goob originally spent several weeks with no arms after he was made until he was considered healthy enough to get the custom set attached to his body.

Adding onto the previous Headcanon Shelly gave Goob the nickname " G. Rex " during this time.

Goob and Scraps cannot resist the call of the ALMIGHTY RED DOT ( a laser pointer )

Both of the craft siblings are capable of purring when happy and it's adorable.

Scraps has to ensure her brother doesn't ingest too much caffeine in one sitting or else he will go nuts and his arms will get caught in everything in his warpath.

Trace amounts of DNA of actual house cats were used in the creation process of the siblings. Goob lacks a tail due to the Manx breed being his genetic source. Scraps meanwhile, has the genetic material component of a Domestic Shorthair. Only around 15 percent cat DNA makes up the crafts.

Without regular maintenance the craft siblings' claws can become " deadly weapons "

Goob and Pebble actually get along pretty well since the rock dog knows he can get a lot of attention from the younger of the two siblings

Goob used to have biting related issues that got worked out with time

Shrimpo can only really mess with Goob when Scraps is occupied because if he tries it she WILL claw his face.

Goob's fur has historically been a nightmare to maintain. Its required weekly brushing and he constantly ends up getting crumbs caught on his own fluff, especially in the large tuft around his neck.

Scraps' tail will wag around at hyper speed if she's really excited about something, the paper cup will make a lot of noise if she's standing near something by while doing this.

The siblings really enjoy the taste of fish, when Gardenview was still open sometimes they were caught raiding the freezer for an entire box of fish sticks.

Scraps has an entire hidden stash of yarn balls in the siblings' shared room, even if you manage to clear out her side of the room it's going to be covered in yarn again in a matter of minutes.

If you want more headcanons tell me what toon I should do next in the replies, I got some fun ones lying around. I just started with these two because they're my favorites. Also let me know which of my headcanons are your favorites I wanna know which ones the public likes the most.

[ask-offy]

Rei was once more sitting in the branches of a tree, tying small pebbles with some sort of string together and on to the higher branches. She seemed rather concentraded on her little arts n crafts project

Fen watched her a moment before commenting, “you know you should ask before ya go starting art projects on our trees”

he climbs up and perches in the same frog-like pose from the first day he met Rei. reaching his hand up to the stones, he gently runs his hand along a knocking them together briefly.

“cool rocks, though” his head suddenly snapped around in a way that definitely hurt his neck, and he stared straight at Rei.

“why are you here so early?” Fen knew the answer - he agreed to this meeting. regardless, the conversation ahead frightened him. the longer he could stall, the better

[wyvernet]

Tessy the Rubik's Cube - DW OC

( i've had him done since Jan. 27th, i just forgot to post LOL,, ) Original OC By @fiddii ( they gave permission for me to take )

" Tessy is an odd yet caring Toon. He does what he can to teach his fellow toons interesting subjects and keep their minds sharp with games. " ( has stickers for eyes, no visible mouth ) Scramble - Active This Toon can use 50 stamina to shuffle their inventory. Has a Cooldown of 15. ( 1 can swap to 3, 2 can swap to 1, etc. what item goes into what slot is random ) Stats 3★ Skill Check - 2★ Movement Speed 4★ Stamina - 2★ Stealth - 4★ Extraction Speed Recommended Trinkets Magnifying Glass + Peppermint Icing

Twisted Tessy -- Rare -- ( gimmick technical info in image ) " His mischievous students have rubbed off on him. take caution near this Twisted, as he exchanges your items with what he has on hand. though he isn't entirely unfair. testing your luck could prove fruitful. " ( hidden semi-stationary Twisted that can't chase very far, doesn't deal any damage but inflicts Slowness I upon swap, 16s Cooldown ) Trinket - Shticker Book Outlines the highest rarity Twisteds on the floor. Gets more opaque the closer they are. Common > Uncommon > Rare > Main > Lethal

-------- OPEN IF YOU WANNA SEE DIALOGUE AND MORE --------

Purchase Requirements 1415 Ichor 3% Research on Twisted Tessy Descending " I wonder how they get trapped down there... " ↴ If Rodger's not present " I should've asked Rodger along.. " ↴ If Dandy was not purchased from previously " geez... " ↴ If Dandy was purchased from previously " don't get mad at me. " Finishing Extracting " I should get a gold star! " " hope they're okay... " ↴ if Twisted Astro is on the floor " kinda wonder this tastes like... " Using Ability " let's not worry about that anymore. " " hehe.. " " let me just hide this... "

" what? " Glisten -- " ... " ( implied staring ) " -hands to yourself! " Glisten -- " it's untucked! " ( referring to uneven shirt ) " it's fine untucked!! " Ginger -- have you seen the sprinkles..? " " you should ask Pebble. " Ginger -- " ... " " ... " ( implied staring at each other in knowing silence )

Rudie -- " Deck the halls with boughs of holly! " " Fa la la la la, lalala la! " Rudie -- " 'Tis the season to be jolly! " " Fa la la la la, lalala la! " Rudie -- " Don we now our gay apparel! " " Fa la la la- ... " ( implied staring ) Rudie -- " what? " ( Rudie thinks gay means happy, Tessy thinks Rudie's poking fun at him ) " at this rate, I'm gonna run out of assignments to give you, hehe. " Boxten -- " sorry.. " " I'm just teasing. you're doing great, kid. "

" Flutter, do you know where my bow went? " Flutter -- " ... " " ..you used it in an art project? hehe that's alright. " " Brightney, could you bring some books by for class later? " Brightney -- " fantasy again? " " I was actually thinking space this time! "

" would you and Cosmo like to teach in my class tomorrow? " Sprout -- " ... " ( thinking ) " I'll provide the ingredients..? " Sprout -- " I'll ask him. " Rodger -- " I've seen a couple of your lessons. you make them very digestible. " " eheh,, thank you, I try. "

" hey- Scraps, could you bring by some crafting materials after this? " Scraps -- " absolutely! " " I'd ask your brother, but... " Scraps -- " ...yeah. " Shrimpo -- " YOUR MISMATCHED COLORS BOTHER ME!! " " do you wanna help solve me? hehe. " ( implied teasing ) Shrimpo -- " NO!!! "

[lyss-butterscotch]

au lore facts?

Moon has good aim but can't catch batflies

Pebbles taught arti how to craft electric spears

Sig's garden project is him developing plants that can witstand the rain

Suns' territory is near an active volcano

UI's can is half dissolved because of acid

Wind is a cleanfreak

Sliver's territory is an ecological deadzone

[ask-the-splitmind-au]

Meet the Spearmaster! (Splitmind AU)

Reblogs > Likes (Reblogging helps out a lot, even if it doesn't seem like much!)

The fucked-up science fair project

Some more lore on the designing of Spearmaster is that I wanted my iterator-made sluggies to learn a lot harder into the 'slug' part of slugcat. As such, Spearmaster (and Hunter) have the little feelers on their face, as well as feeling a lot slimier and lacking a lot of fur. Plus, the little ruffle thing around their sides looks really cute to me.

Tagging Station

@doodlebug091

@keeper-of-magic

@angeliteonfridgeduty

@stupidscav

@batnip

@riverripplespeaks

@cherry-b0mber

@luxdraconia

@voldkat

@lunas-sketchbook

(I was also gonna ping every follower, but 1) they'll see this anyway probably and 2) THERE'S ALREADY 20 OF YOU WHAT??)

Pre - Suns

Well, as 'Pre-Suns' as it gets, considering they made them.

Spears was initially created by Suns as a way to deliver the gold pearl to Pebbles. Suns carefully made their organism, placed the pearl inside it's body, and sent it on it's merry little way. Spearmaster did it's duty, delivering the pearl, but on it's way back, was viciously attacked and the pearl was ripped from it's body. Not sure if Suns wanted a pearl like this floating around, Spearmaster decided to lay the pearl to rest somewhere far, where (hopefully) nobody else could find it.

When Spears got back, Suns mostly just told it to do fuck-all until they needed a messenger again. It was always to give sensitive information, usually to Five Pebbles, regarding the process of self-ascension. Overall, Spears grew used to this routine and Suns never really saw Spears as a living creature, rather, an object.

That changed upon the latest, deep red pearl, once Pebbles began rejecting normal communications. After seeing the pearl so violently ripped out, and realizing just how diligent the messenger was in their journeys, Suns' opinion of the little fellow changed and they treated it more like a pet cat when it returned.

Post - Suns

Similar to Ruffles and Moon, Suns was visited by a small dark slugcat that spoke perfectly with no clear indication as to how. After it explained how it was an iterator living within the creature's mind, Suns became intrigued at the idea that this could be the answer. It gave Suns the unique pearl with the information on how to do such, and told it that should the process be a success, pass the pearl on to others nearby when it was no longer of use to them. The creature also advised Suns to craft the ideal body for this, and Suns simply held up Spearmaster, believing their organism to be a perfect host.

Suns attempted to explain everything to Spears, but (in typical cat fashion) they weren't particularly listening. Suns went ahead with the procedure, and bound their mind to Spears'. When the pair came to, Spears was terrified at the sudden loss of life in Suns' puppet until they explained everything from within their head. Suns wanted to take the pearl to Pebbles first, hoping he was still in good enough health to make use of it, but Spears refused to set paw near his can again. Suns decided to let Spears keep doing their thing, but wanted to explore the world a little before they'd think about trying ascension.

Despite this, Spearmaster never really met any other slugcats, even though they were a fast traveler. Suns kept encouraging them to visit other iterators, but each one they went to already seemed to have gotten the message. Interestingly, Spearmaster did meet a green pup with the same eye, and he was quick to spill that Unparalleled Innocence was in his head. Spears found the fellow charming, but had no interest in keeping a young child alive and left shortly after.

Spearmaster travels afar, guided by Suns to find any remaining iterators and share the message with those it has not reached. Secretly, Spearmaster hopes to find the first slugcat who shared the idea with them, since they found themselves quite fond of the creature, despite only seeing them.

[rare-agere-reverie]

I have a fanfic request for welcome home (if your don’t mind!)

Caregiver(s): Eddie Dear

Regressor(s): Wally Darling

Plot: Eddie is going back to his home after he finished his mail route and spots an overstimulated, regressed Wally trying to hide his regression. Eddie decides to help Wally.

Please and thank you! 👋😅

Woo my first fic for the blog and it’s my hyperfixation! Hope I did your idea justice anon 📬

Something to Hold

CG!Eddie Dear + Little!Wally Darling

“Here’s your mail, Julie!” cheerfully proclaimed Eddie. He pulled a primary-colored letter with a pawprint stamp from his bag. The rainbow monster joyfully took it from him.

“Thanks for the letter, Eddie,” she replied, “Can you play Magic Bakery with me?” The mailman froze a little, remembering the last time Julie played that game. Poppy’s kitchen needed an entire week of cleaning after her sugar potion erupted in a splash of batter.

“I’d like to, but I don’t think I’m up for it,” Eddie excused, his right hand scratching at the back of his neck.

“That’s okay, I bet Frank would love to play Magic Bakery,” reassured Julie confidently. “Bye Eddie! Hope your day’s fun!”

“I’ll see you later!” He tipped his hat as he strolled away. Feeling his hand around inside his mailbag, Eddie sighed freely when he didn’t touch a single letter. Now that his day’s work is done, his schedule is free. Maybe I should fold some paper butterflies; Frank would love that. How about I cut a ribbon of stars? I could even deliver it to Sally. 

Caught up in his thoughts, Eddie tripped over a pebble. Slight pain flared a bit as he landed face first on the grass. He propped himself up, only to spot something small behind the post office.

Huh, did someone leave a package? 

Eddie kept walking, then realized the figure was one of his neighbors. His steps slowed stealthily, as if worried about scaring the person off. Hiding around a corner of the building, the mailman realized it was actually Wally.

The small darling seemed quiet and tense, unlike his usual content self. His ascot hung loose around his neck, his cardigan unbuttoned and nearly falling from his shoulders, and his chest heaving unsteadily. In Eddie’s favor, Wally’s eyes are too trained on the apple in his hands to notice someone spying on him. A self-soothing behavior taking virtually no effect.

The taller friend’s worry only grew at the sight. What could’ve scared him so badly? …I finished my route; it wouldn’t hurt to take a break. A sporadic yet subdued burst of footsteps carried Eddie closer, alerting Wally of his presence.

“Hey Darlin’,” the concerned man sat beside the shorter, “do you need any help?” With a slight turn of the head towards his friend, Wally’s shaking pupils dragged themselves to meet Eddie’s gaze. 

“No,” he decided, his voice soaked in anxiety. A blatant lie, unfit for a usually happy friend and neighbor.

“Oh, Wally, it’s okay to ask for help,” Eddie soothed, reaching a hand out for the frazzled artist. The painter hesitated, glancing wearily between his apple and his friend’s palm. Said friend never stopped displaying such genuine affection, effectively winning Wally over. Wordlessly, one hand held the red fruit while the other hovered over Eddie’s hand. The mail carrier kept a loose yet secure grip, propped Wally up, and led him inside the post office.

For the most part, the inside sparkled with cleanliness; only a side table was littered with scrap paper from a previous crafts project. Eddie placed his hat and work bag on the wall hooks behind the reception desk, and let go of Wally in the process. Free to explore, Wally felt drawn to the table of leftover materials, eyeing every individual paper. When the off-duty mailman returned his attention to his friend in need, his confusion grew a little. After all, Wally’s tantalized by spare pieces of the paper crowns he made for Sally’s last play.

“What is it, Darlin’?” Eddie asked, joining Wally at the cluttered table.

“Red,” mumbled the yellow puppet, pointing at a pile of paper triangles with the same color. He thoughtlessly placed his apple on the table, and admired the differing shades between the maroon scraps and the scarlet fruit.

“That’s right; they’re both red,” awkwardly added Eddie. Despite his quiet exhale unknowingly releasing itself, he couldn’t stop thinking about the unfamiliar behavior unfolding next to him. I’m glad he’s feeling better, but something ain’t right.

“Gween,” Wally muttered, now pointing towards a couple of poorly-cut ovals. That certainly snapped the distracted mailman out of his thoughts.

“Green?” repeated Eddie, mental wheels finding enough courage to turn. Maybe he wants to distract himself with colors, he rationalized. At this apparent correction of pronunciation, the secretly-regressed little darted his eyes down to his fingers, which gently tapped on the table.

“Yeah, that,” spoke Wally, voice shy and small. It melted Eddie’s heart with melancholy, yearning for the artist’s happiness to return. 

“I didn’t mean to make you sad, Darlin’,” affirmed Eddie, his words sweeter than any apples Wally had seen. “Just know I want to help you find your smile again, okay?” The regressor nodded confidently, his clear gaze fixed onto Eddie’s while his hands made a grabby motion towards the mail carrier.

“Oh! You want a hug?” Words escaped Wally; he could only repeat his grabby hands. “Aww, of course I will, Darlin’!” Protecting arms wrapped snugly around the little’s limp body.

Smiles on their faces, they stayed like that until Wally’s eyes slowly closed. Naturally, Eddie pulled out his Murphy bed and tucked the sleepy darling underneath soft blankets. As one of them napped, the other lovingly watched over them.

[hydrasquadd]

Cosmo the baby dark feywing

New feathers, plants, and accessories

It was a week after the official gathering that made the Hearts for a New Hope official. The feywings were bustling about the base as usual, when Alpine and Sab began a new project. Alpine's brother, Aither, had spent the last few days gathering many colorful stones from the earth, and had deposited them in a pile. Alpine worked to weave threads into a tight rope, as she had done many times before. She and Sab sat together in front of the rocks to assemble their craft.

One by one, the girls tied loops into the rope, then slipped a unique stone into each. Tightening the strings to create a necklace.

Each one was given to a specific member of the group. Every stone had a meaning, it signified their roles. The heads had the biggest stones of them all, showing their leadership. A shiny white quartz for Sab, the medic, and her future team. Soft pink toned rose quartz for Alpine and the nesters. A rough, red tinted stone for Savannah and the hunters. Long blue lapis for the future guardians. Intricate layered sedimentary rock for Alpine and the foragers. Smaller rounded river pebbles for the trainees, soon to be switched out when they graduate. The most beautiful of them all, was the bold purple amethyst presented to Sugar being the leader.

Summer jolted awake with a start. Their little ears twitched. Had they heard something? There it was again. A small jostle. Perhaps just a critter in the darkness. That was Summer's theory, until something moved. Something big. It took them a minute to realize that it was the peculiar egg that had been placed in the nursery.

Summer leaped out of their nest. With not-so-quiet steps they ran over to Alpine, still asleep in a blue heap.

"Hey, hey! Look!" They shook Alpine with their paws, "You have to look!"

She was soon up and alert, head turned to the subject of the trouble. Alpine's dark eyes perfect for night vision. The green egg, sure enough, was moving. Small cracks crept across its surface. She quietly directed Summer to move closer with a flick of her tail. The two watched in captivated silence as the egg began to hatch.

The sun began to show, light sparkling through the trees, by the time the new cub emerged. The baby was small, but not as small as Summer once was. Their fur was wet with residue from the egg, and shone with a dark green and blue hue. Their face and belly a striking pure white. But they didn't look quite like a common feywing, with the complete lack of wings and pitch black eyes. As the group had expected, they were a feyvolx.

Summer leaned forward, and with a caring paw, began to pick pieces of the leftover shell from the cub's wet fur. Alpine found herself impressed with their gentleness.

As feywing cubs begin to grow, so do their special traits. Two stiff pins appear in Summer and Sorrel's heads. Fascinated, Stormy waits for her own. However, the feathers that emerge from these protective sheets are exclusive to male sexed feywings. Chatter begins on what colors they will turn out to be.

In a week's time, the answer is revealed. Their father, Savannah, teaches the two how to remove the sheath. Sorrel's new feathers show to be a striking orange, little white edges to complete the look. Summer sports a sky blue with yellow tips like a sunny day.

But feathers aren't the only things the cubs can now sprout. Sab tests the siblings' magic ability to grow plants from their fur. Sure enough, all three of them jump with excitement when little round plants appear. Their mother explains that they can grow any kind of succulents they please, but the cubs decide they want ones just like Mom's.