#Feather in your hair

[jhsharman]

Li'l Jinx Summer Camp

So. "Wot A Rukus" is out. Instead the title is now an obsolete 90s slogan from the dawn of the Internet Age, the AOL declaration "You've got mail" -- with one throwback beatnik lingo tossed in for the Heck of it.

Feathers are out. Headbands remain, though.

Camp Woodstock. Where you listen to The Beatles all day. I can imagine these writings become a game. Make the least naturalistic change possible. This has to stand out like a sore thumb.

The narrative hinges on just what Li'l Jinx's nickname will be. In her Sioux Tribe or Flower Child group, depending. I am a little curious what the other Hippy group names are at this camp. Hopefully no one calls themselves "The Family".

Neat-o!

Yeah!

Did they lose the paint colors when they moved from Indian to Hippy? And apparently this panel is still acceptable, or deemed transferable from its cultural context.

Hep Cats? I thought they were the Flower Children.

What feather? Incidentally, doesn't that song go "If you're going to San Francisco... Be sure to wear a feather in your hair"? I thought she was playing hippy here. (Without the psychedelics).

Her own Private Idaho. And skunk smells give her the nickname. Seems kind of mean.

[fexjam]

Medic headcanons💉

[bashzzey]

Saw one of @empiireans' recent artworks some time ago and it gave me funny art idea <xD

Festival Spin Dancer, why did you cut Rhythm's hair feather!!

[kastalani123]

Consider:

Leo Valdez was not born. Instead, two pairs of hands form him from bronze and steel and gold. His hair is copper wires so thin they bounce like natural curls, and his eyes glimmer with silver flakes. The joints of his body are plated so delicately, so perfectly, the segments are near indiscernible, smoothly gliding over each other. Faint traces of fingerprints and flecks of impurity are deliberately left behind for their uniqueness, a form of impossible signature of his creators.

Most importantly, gilded bars curl around each other in his chest, protecting the red-red-red flame that pushes his eyes open everyday, that beats in tune with his thoughts, that heats his body to expand and grow.

A metal child is not so different from a human one, and yet is so far from it at the same time. He is curious, about the world, about himself, and he picks apart toys and TV remotes and his arms, spilling their secrets before his constantly shifting eyes. He does not cry from fatigue or thirst or hunger, but a bump, a dent, a scratch never fail to draw tears. He splashes in the rain and snow, carefully bundled in waterproof coats and jackets, and runs from baths like he's possessed, fire flickering in fear.

The first time he meets someone like him, an endeavour he had long thought hopeless, it is a malfunctioning dragon others call for the death of; he is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too broken. Leo looks him in ever-shifting eyes glimmering with silver and sees himself if the cage in his chest ever bends, cracks, shatters, if the gears beneath his skin ever jam and stick and wear down irreversibly.

It is not golden flowers and godly aid that preserve him; just as he'd done for his twin-in-all-but-appearance, he creates a new body, with new fingerprints and impurities mapping his design. His hair is more bronze than copper, now, and his eyes more gold than brass. The plates of his joints scrape against each other faintly, and the gears of his bones grind together uncomfortably — he only had so much time, so much material to use, he could not polish every element of himself in the way he wished, but it holds together.

Most importantly, he reinforces the cage in his chest, coats it in layers upon layers of metal, to ensure his flame will not go out in the explosion, that Festus will be able to salvage it and lay it gently in the chest cavity carefully carved in his new body, bringing it to life.

He returns to Camp, movements more clunky and mechanical than should be, and his siblings finally pin down his segmented limbs, his shifting eyes, his clicking fidgeting. They are ecstatic, just as fascinated with him as they had been with Festus, and he lets them. He lets them take him apart, piece by piece, clean out the sand of Ogygia from his organs, polish and oil his gears until they glide against each other, press new fingerprints, new signatures of belonging, against his skin.

Most importantly, they craft him a secure, intricate cage, with golden flames licking up the bars, with delicate chains shielding it from the elements, and his flame settles inside it, flickering happily, finally truly, truly comfortable in the cage of his body.

Leo Valdez may not have been born, but he was crafted with the most loving hands imaginable, and is that not so much better, for a son of the Craftsman?

[unriding]

kablam

[post-it-notes7]

Any time Dragato asks about wings, GK’s happy to explain in the most passive aggressive way possible 

[shorthaltsjester]

every bells hells interaction with keyleth being a bullying (affectionate) interrogation — usually about things they have already interrogated her about — versus their interactions with vex being like 3 of the hells at any given time Will be distracted by her hotness and the rest will be just going yes ma’am whatever you say . extremely extremely real of them . i have to imagine after every interaction keyleth is like WHY do they keep doing this to me and vex is like idk darling maybe your vibes are just off

but also i just need them to carry some of the our old pcs are bugs were poking under a microscope energy to vex i need to know what her takes on vaxorb and the gods are right now . do i think vex is as likely to be open with bells hells as keyleth is? doubtful. but i still want them to try

[pngblog]

I don't know what the proper terms are, but can we get MORE horses specifically with flared hooves? I think a breed I'm thinking of might be the Irish Cob, but that's going from memory

[rpfofficial]

my homeboy. my rotten soldier. my sweet cheese. my good time boy

[wildsaltair]

not pictured: me lying at his feet in a melted puddle of desire

[raptorwithamarker]

Pearlescent of the Moon variety

[camellia-thea]

vampiric

[thebaffledcaptain]

Some cool footage from the sergeant of the 54th of our last battle at Old Fort Niagara on Sunday, with myself and the 54th drummer bringing up the rear!

[soulsmadworld]

for the wonderful @callmerose0 's "How to train your.... Avian?"

Quick NOTE!

as of yet, this has neither happened nor is it confirmed to happen

nor is this incentive or pressure for the author to make this happen

this is just my hyperactive imagination needing this vision to exist

if u love the ranchers and haven't read their fics yet

what are u doing

go read them

individual panels after cut

[eahsayswhat]

The sequel to Chicken Run comes out tomorrow, so this comic was made to commemorate that! And the idea of Baba Yaga's hut having an AI and a PA system was too funny for me to pass up. Raven's face could be a meme, it looks kinda like a chicken in this shot with that hairdo. And I missed this in the episode, but Maddie actually clapped for the hut while it rampaged! Gotta love a chaos gremlin.

[touchmycoat]

I have accidentally created an extremely xianxia outfit for my company 尾牙 and I’m not sorry