#I WOULD DIE FOR PIGEON'S ART

[arolesbianism]

I’ve been having a rough few days, but I’ve been feeling a bit better so I decided to make some lil thingies for some spiraling upwards kitties :3

[mangomaking]

when your blorbos are 🤏 this close to being in a romantic relationship but it just hasn't happened

[phoenix-reburned]

My boyfriend is currently in NYC and because he knows I like birds (especially pigeons) he got me this

It's a one of a kind drawing, the artist apparently doesn't ever make a piece more than once so literally no one else will own this beautiful work of art

How do I become financially stable so I can immediately marry this man

[inbabylontheywept]

Soviet Birds.

The secret facility that I work in has holes in the ceiling. We don't know how to get them fixed.

We tried asking the government to fix it, once. We told them that the holes in the older parts of the facility had gotten large enough to fit birds through, and that birds were getting through, and that, perhaps, a Soviet Spy could fit through as well.

After all, it is well known that Soviet Spies and pigeons are approximately the same diameter.

Our hope was that that this vague and nonsensical threat would put a little fire under Uncle Sam's feet. If the fed couldn't be bothered to give a shit about the giant gaping holes in the roof of our facility, perhaps they could be persuaded to give a shit about... Soviet Spies.

This attempt at manipulation 100% blew up in our faces.

See, the government does not need to be persuaded to give a shit about Soviet Spies. It still wakes up most nights, drenched in cold sweat, terrified and confident that a Soviet Spy is hiding in their nightstand. If it sees a rock on the ground, it flips it over, pistol drawn, ready to shoot the Soviet Spy it fully expects to slither out from underneath. Which is to say: The government is crazy. So when we dropped those two words - inflitration risk - in the repair request, they came in guns-a-blazin'.

Does that mean that they fixed the roof? Of course not. Don't be stupid. No, instead of performing basic maintenance, they installed a state of the art alarm system throughout the facility - lasers, sonar, the works - and told us to always be on the guard. Because of the roof holes.

Then they left.

So now we had an extremely good alarm system... and birds. Which have combined in incredibly obvious and predictable ways to produce an unending fountain of problems.

For Example: About once a month, someone gets called in by the local airforce dispatch because AAAAAAAAAAA a Spy is in the Rad Lab! We're all gonna die! Except every time, it's a bird. And I get why we have to check, but every time, the dispatcher is panicked and the person going out has to be like listen, listen: It's a bird. It's always a bird. It's been a bird every month for the last fifteen years. It will be a bird next month. All this stress? Bad for your heart.

Second Example: Sometimes, birds get in while we're actually working. And when it's in the morning, you know, it's a nuisance, and it stops testing (we are not going to risk irradiating a bird) but it's not an all-hands-on-deck situation because it doesn't take ten hours to get a bird out. But surprisingly often, the bird gets in riiiiight at closing time, and in that situation, everyone goes feral because nobody can leave until the alarm is set, and we cannot set the alarm while the bird is there, because the bird would immediately trigger it and then we'd have to stay another 4 hours to confirm that it was not a Soviet Bird.

So in order to go home, everyone's top priority is Get That Bird. And we have a system for it.

Step 1: The test stands tend to be located in rooms with 30+ foot ceilings. We can't catch birds in places like that - so we have to lure the bird into the relatively low ceilinged (8 feet only) upper offices.

We do this by turning all the lights off in the test rooms, then putting floodlights by the exits. I don't know why this works - some kind of evolutionary brain fragment shared by both Bugs and Birds - but work it does. The birds almost always follow after the lights. From there, it’s just two guys moving the floodlight and a third guy to turn off the lights.

Step 2: Everyone else has been waiting for this step. There is this long stairway up from the basement level into the offices, and in the final stage, the floodlights are brought to the base of the stairwell to bring the bird up. At the top of the steps there will be a group of tennish people, waiting for the signal. The light guys will set up the final transfer, everyone will tense, and then, swish...a bird will flit up the stairs and into the offices.

It's like watching werewolves on a full moon. Before the bird cometh, we are engineers. Nerds. Pale and skinny things, trembling under the fluorescent lights. After the bird, we are beasts. Feral, gnawing things, glowing under the orange sunrise of the 70's halogen floodlights.

And like all beasts, we cannot help but give chase.

Step 3: The were-engineers begin the hunt. The goal at the start is not really to catch the bird - just exhaust it. So the pack simply does not relent. Because the stakes are going home on time, the group is basically given free reign to go anywhere in the building. If someone's door is open, and the bird goes inside, they're going to have to deal with ten sweaty panting maniacs leaping around their office. They don't get to say that they're busy, or remark on how all this movement is a terrible distraction. They are allowed to sit in silence during the chaos, and perhaps thank the war party for chasing the bird while they sat comfortably on their ass. This has been explained several times, and it will continue to be explained until cooperation is achieved.

Anyway.

The chase can go on for quite some time. Sometimes, the bird will get tired and find a crevice to hide in, where it can then be reached through standard cornered-bird catching techniques.

Other times, it will slow down enough that someone can actually yoink it out of the air. But this will go on until someone catches the bird and triggers Step 4.

Step 4: The Finale. This is the get-the-bird-out-of-the-building stage, and it requires someone to adopt a specific role: To Become the Sacrificial Vessel of Bird Removal.

This job is both coveted and feared. It's coveted, because holding a wild bird in one's hands is a precious thing. To feel how small, and fragile, and scared it is, only to free it from the building? That is what it's like to be a benevolent God. But the cost! Oh, the cost. The entire time the Vessel is in motion, the bird will be biting the hell out of their fingers. And I cannot emphasize enough just how painful bird bites are. Their entire face is a set of needle posed pliers, and they know tricks the even the cartels haven't figured out yet. So there's always a little hubbub about who shall be The Vessel while onlookers, stranded outside The Office of Bird Capture, can only look on. Quiet arguments and pleas are heard, little fragments of fear and pride and glory trickling out of room like the silver dust left behind in a bag of well shook quarters. The sound of concensus is silence, and the argument will go on until that's all that's left. And then, from the darkness of the final office, the chosen sacrifice will step forward: Hands gently cupped, tears streaming down their face, fingers trembling from the pain of the ongoing bird chomps.

And this scene is what organizes people. Not leadership, not truly. No one can think and coordinate a crowd while their fingers are being attacked with a combination nutcracker/ear piercer. But the crowd sees the suffering of their annointed, and it is driven to do everything poossible to make the process flow. People instinctively flair out, finding the fastest path outside. Doors are held open. Paths are cleared. Someone, somehow, always knows the way forward and can describe it to the sufferer. Left, left, forward. Corner closet. Yep, there's a hall in there. Forward. Two-hundred more feet man, you're doing great. Just hold it together a little longer. You're killing it.

Then the final door swings open, and the bird flees out into what remains of daylight. And yet, even here, the deed is not yet done. I cannot explain it in words, but the crowd that helped is never content until they can see and speak on the Bird Vessel's wounds. They all have to pull the fingers back and see what was given. Estimate the price: One day to get better - No, three - No, a week! Are you blind? Do you see that blood blister? -Yeah, that's not going away anytime soon - Damn, can you believe how feisty those things are? Like wolves without teeth.

(They cannot help but touch as they go. It has always been this way. Even Thomas was not content until he felt the wounds in Christ's hands.)

Only when the last of the helpers has seen, and commented, and commended, will the engineers scatter. It is their return from the underworld that announces to the sun living surface dwellers that they too can go home. (@somerunner tolja it needed to be a post.)

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Could I ask for a Crowe x f!reader who's always giggling at random stuff? I crave more content of him 💔

Risibility (Crowe x Giggly! Fem. MC/Reader)

Thank you for the ask Anon! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Risibility: the ability or inclination to laugh; the tendency to laugh often and easily.

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You are often described as jovial. Witty. Comedic.

That’s part of the reason Crowe started getting attached so fast.

When you first arrived at the school, Crowe deemed you as simply a very aggressively positive person, until he hung out with you more.

He honestly didn’t know what to make of the constant giggle fits you had, just seeing a random child fall over was enough to send you.

(Albeit that was pretty funny, he had to admit, although he’d feel too bad to admit it).

Sometimes he’d ponder whether you were laughing at him, or trying to not make fun of him. 

When he asked you about it, all you did was nervously chuckle and shortly explain your ‘Laughinson’s’™️ to him.

You felt really bad after that, but he honestly found your constant giggling endearing.

He realised after a while he disliked the sight of you trying to stifle a smile or restrain yourself from laughing.

One of his friendship goals was to make you comfortable with almost asphyxiating from laughter with him. Your laughter was contagious.

It sounded lively, joyful, hopeful. He felt at ease whenever you were around. 

There are times, however, where you giggle slightly too intensely, like the time a pigeon smacked into the window during Art History. You were laughing so hard you were starting to get concerned for your lungs, (he was honestly praying you wouldn’t die); hell, you were losing pallor and gasping for air 20 minutes after it happened! Your teacher and class started seeing you as both deranged and 'unique'.

Also, weirdly enough (is it really), even someone insulting you made you laugh (although he thinks it’s because it’s your main coping mechani-) to which he’d politely tell them to fuck off leave you be.

Crowe one day decided that even if you were stupidly a smidge coo-coo; he still lov- really liked you. If you start giggling, especially in class, he would research ways to try and help you calm down. 

Then you try them. 

Then they don’t work. 

Then you try again, because Crowe, as he says: “I don’t care how long it may take, I can wait until death if it means you can do something that works for you”.

You also laugh when you’re stressed, as Crowe found out when you asked him for study notes the day before a massive literature exam. (He gave them to you dw, he even tutored you because he adores likes you so much).

Essentially you’re the ‘Chaotic Small x Chill Tall’ trope.

As the years go by, and he loses touch with you (not really but he gets busier you know), he starts to miss the constant background noise of you chuckling about something you did 2 hours ago.

Now, whenever he sees you, he relishes in the glorious sight of your smile, the ethereal glint in your eyes when you recall something you did, or your day.

You laughing or not, he’ll never get sick of seeing you grin.

So he decides to make it his mission to get a smile out of you every single day. No matter what.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: Laughinsons is now owned by me idc.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

i have so many pigeon pose references by way of my friend owning pigeons, and i am now thinking heavily about drawing the robo birdie wisp for fun. what say you?

AWWWWWW- ABSOLUTELY YES I WOULD LOVE ART, BUT ALSO PLEASE SEND THE PET PIGEON PICS I WOULD DIE

(ALSO LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT SOME REF IMAGES MORE ACCURATE TO WISP MORPH)

[persefida]

(Wow, that's a long post)

I see so many people who like creating explanations about Hermitcraft/Life series, creating tons of lore and interpret relationships. Especially with Life series, because it's half roleplay server and has a lot of plot and stories potential. Do people remember their previous life? Do they die and reborn? Do they remember each other, do they have scars from previous death? All that lore stuff.

I'm just.. I don't know. I guess I'm not a big fan of more serious roleplay and don't really think about relationships between characters, or the world of Life series itself.

For me it's all just minecraft servers where friends can play and talk and laugh. When I watch Life series, I imagine not characters, but real people. When Scar is talking, I imagine actual irl Scar, sitting on the computer with microphone and talking with his salesman grin. They remember previous seasons and don't think about it as lore, they just remember good times from the past. And after an end of the season they all are in one big group in discord discussing, laughing and talking how they will edit the episode.

Basically, that's the reason, why I animate only funny moments and often draw the irl side of hermits. I would love to draw something more "serious" or create a dramatic amv and be a part of this fandom community, but sadly it's not really my vibe.

In their videos hermits talk a lot about their life and wifes and maybe children.

I remember when Scar wanted to ask something to Xisuma who was afk, Xisuma said, he heard Scar through the headphones across the room. And I imagine actual human Xisuma, his room, microphone, how he rushes through that said room to quickly join the game.

I actually think a lot about irl side of hermits.

I imagine Grian sitting in the living room and doing taxes. Impulse loads the dishwasher. Doc plays with Doccy and teach them about pigeons and sparrows. Joel's in a grocery store decides if he should buy more expensive cheese this time or buy the usual. Mumbo watching videos and procrastinating to go do laundry. Xisuma writes articles about new songs and having a little art block while creating his own music.

I drew irl Grian so many times lol. I really like the irl side of youtubers, they feel more alive.

I don't really know how some hermits (and other people) look, but I still try to imagine them.

So that's why I won't do any lore or angsty animatics. But I still like a lot of AU fanarts, if they are drawn really good or interesting.

So because of all that I feel a little bit outside of the fandom... Like, everyone are having fun, sharing theories, fascinating AUs, drawing cool fanarts for each others. And I'm like.. not into that, I'm sorry. I still want to talk to all of you! I just can't really contribute. So here are my lighthearted funny animatics with 0% angst and where people are nothing more than just good friends on minecraft server.

I believe, people like me don't really watch fanarts or animatics and don't actually know about this whole side of the fandom. I wonder how many of them are here on tumblr ot twitter.

Is there anyone here who thinks the same way?

[saladcannibal]

The first CoS party I DM'd for was really into little character memes, and sometimes I would do them for a couple NPCs (usually Ireena). But this morning I stumbled across this aesthetic one I did for the Abbot, since we'd just (literally JUST) met him when they were sharing this one, and I thought using surgical tools as the texture would make them squirm (I was right). Behold this pre-covid relic.

It's fascinating to me that this hasn't changed much at all. If anything it's been reinforced in my mind by @moldwood's similar vision. (I would tell people to go look at his art, but I'd honestly be shocked if someone hasn't seen it already?? But if you haven't please go look.) The rosary has Ilmater's symbol on it because he was sent by Ilmater for that campaign, to match our cleric. I'm pretty "Lathander ride or die" at this point. Also have ended up associating the Abbot with deer at some point? So probably would have chose one for the animal though the fancy pigeon is still good because, after all, isn't that what angels are in the end? Other than that...

[somegrumpynerd]

Hiii!!!! You're my best friend and I think ur so cool!!!! <333

Also!! If you could meet any Sans who would you pick?

Ahk;jdjkbdjkb Pigeon I'm gonna die you can't be surprise nice to me like this!!!!! Bro that's so sweet ;A; You're my best friend too and you're way cooler!!! You know how all the layers and features and stuff in art programs work and you're good with animals and you're getting college educated - what a cool friend!!!!! <3

Oh god... that's a good question :oc

I mean Killer and Nightmare and all of the gang are out, I would get myself stabbed in record time around them lol

I think either Classic, Swap or Fell. Like, Swap is such a lil ball of positive energy and I know he has that "I don't have a lot of friends" energy buried in him so I'd love to hang out and hype him up. Me and Fell could bond over being grumpy and sweaty and bad at taking affection lol and who wouldn't wanna hang out with THE Sans? Eat some fries, tell some jokes and take a nap? Ideal day

[favcharacterpoll]

ROUND 3 MATCH 51: RAMSEY VS. MITHRUN

Ramsey Murdoch from Epithet Erased faces Mithrun from Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon. Who do you like more?

Ramsey Propaganda:

"i never see him get into polls, so maybe this can be his first chance?"

"

epithet is goldbricker. he can turn stuff to gold and back. this includes himself which is badass. according to the advert for his plushie, he's wanted in four countries for fraud, embezzlement, money laundering, and 'smuggling a single pigeon with a small hat'. CANON rat/gerbil man. this is referred to several times in the showtakes art commisions online. including furry art iirc (second part is referenced in a charity stream i think?) tried to fight someone with a packet of crayons (granted he did turn the tips to gold but it's the crayons that count) smart lil man. before getting eraser cuffed (therefore forgetting his epithet) he wrote the basics of it down and then somehow managed to kick ass really well even though he didn't know exactly was the epithet was at the time. 'probably' divorced according to his character card. hates birds. absolutely despises them. tumblr sexyman status. is on the sexypedia and everythinghe's just a silly guy i love him. 'am i having an aneurysm what is happening' me too buddy. in conclusion youtube has a couple of ramsey compilations go look them up and you'll get it"

Mithrun Propaganda:

"yes i know theres no way hes gonna win against any of the popular characters (fair) but hes my babygirl. also hes transgender and a mood"

"his character arc finishes with him having a nice meal and enjoying it"

"i would DIE for mithrun i say this for noone else i would die for mithrun so fucking hard"

[theanoninyourinbox]

The RealM Monster Maker Game

SO many years ago, when I was a wee artism child, I loved creature generators, mythological creatures, and rolling dice. So I made myself one, and for several years, would continue to use it to make Weird Critters, until my hyperfixations drew me elsewhere. I even gave the creatures a little backstory and world to inhabit - the RealM! (Real inventive, I know /sarcasm)

The Backstory

In 20xx, Humanity discovered a portal to another world, one with magic and medicines and technology that would greatly change and improve the world. The Guardians of this RealM were willing to share the fruits of their world, so long as humans came to visit, as their emotional energies would feed the RealM's magic, thus making both sides stronger.

But there was a catch...no Humans existed in the Realm, nor could they. For many ages ago, a Human had nearly destroyed the RealM, so Humanity was banished.

So the Guardians proposed that any Human who came through would temporarily become a denizen of the RealM, reassuming their Human form when they returned to the Earthside of the portal. Thus a deal was struck. What form will YOU take when you enter The RealM?

(I THINK I wanted to make this into a video game or a tabletop experience, but it's more fun as just an art game)

THE RULES

You need a d6 (six sided die), a paper and pencil/pen or a way to record your results, whatever your chosen art medium is, aaaand that's it!

There are six categories of changes - 1 Mammal, 2 Avian, 3 Reptile, 4 Amphibian and Fish, 5 Insect, and 6 Other. Each category was broken down into six more categories, and a few into six after that!

Mammal broke into Feline (which included mustelids), Canine (included vulpines), Rodentia (somehow bears ended up in here???), Hooved Mammals (even and odd toed), Seafaring Mammals, and Extinct Mammals. Sometimes I put Other Mammals instead of Extinct, which makes sense. Apes were in the Other Mammals category, and were supposed to be rarer in the RealM because of their similarity to Humans.

Avians were Predatory (owls, hawks, eagles, and the like), Seabirds (penguins too), Waterfowl, Songbirds, Pigeons (and doves), and Other Birds (like emus)! Not too much to say here, they could have been better put together.

Reptile was Lizards, Crocs/Gators (and caimans and gharials and so on), Turtles/Tortoises, Snakes, Other Reptiles, and Dinosaurs. I know science says they're closer to birds BUT I was little and needed another reptile category!

Amphibians had Frogs/Toads, Newts/Salamanders, Other Amphibians; Fish had Cold Ocean, Warm Ocean, and Freshwater. You could probably make each of those their own category of 6, but i NEEDED the Other Category!

Insect was Flies, Moths/Butterflies, Beetles, Mantises, Spiders (and anything in the arachnid family), and Other Insects (worms baby!).

Other is a Fun One - the categories were Other Animals (which also could include apes, but was mostly for echidnas and platypi, and octopi too), Mythological Creatures, Alien (literally just any alien from any media), Mechanical, Plant, and Missing! You could get a headless creature, and roll to place the face...buttface teehee...

If you roll a certain kind of creature, it's entirely up to you to pick what kind! You roll a feline - tiger or house cat? Roll a beetle - herculese or stink? You get the idea!

You could also roll for a color scheme instead of a feature - make your fella look like a monarch butterfly!

You could also roll for what part to replace, but I usually just went in this order anyway. The body parts for each roll are 1 Head, 2 Torso, 3 Arms, 4 Legs, 5 Hands, and 6 Feet. Hands and Feet could be switched out for upper/lower torso, wings, or tail!

I don't have time to draw a critter tonight but for old times sake, and the sake of this post, I rolled up someone with the head of a gecko, the body of a swan, the "wings" of a batfish, the legs of a lemur, the tail of a manticore, and the color scheme of a nudibranch! Wow that is...that sure is a critter...

Anyway, please feel free to make one of your own, and PLEASE tag me if you do! I would FLIP if someone did this!

[revscarecrow]

Hi Rev. Long time watcher and fellow Texan artist. Time to stop lurking, I guess. Three things.

1. UT is murderous dog shit. UTMB gave my late grandmother staph when she was doing chemotherapy because they were too cheap and lazy to do anything about pigeons shitting on the hospital windows. Then when she was in hospice care they just literally ignored her and lied about sending nurses. She died because of this.

I didn't apply to UT (A&M Galveston, which is also shit) but I had my credits just deleted and entire education shitcanned for having chronic illness and becoming homeless.

2. By great contrast... Love your work and have found great wisdom in your artcade advice. Your 'Why Your Art Sucks' video is an actual staple that I pass to other artists I know. For that matter, as a fellow traditional artist, have you ever entered in any art shows? Any awards? I did Houston Livestock Show when I was babby.

3. I am electronically transmitting kissies for your kitties. I love them very much.

Sorry for the morbid as fuck shit, this place is fucked. Texas is actual rancid horse feces and people deserve to know it. I wish Abbot would choke on his money and die.

Yeah we plan on bouncing asap because it's just not good here any more (if it ever was) we would be much happier in the middle of no where I think. Also a blue state might actually mean my wife's life isn't is random jeopardy from stupid bullshit. I'm sorry about your grandma that's horrible. I've entered a fewart contests but I kinda stopped that grind when covid started.

[il-mostrc]

Full evenings were being scheduled far more often when it came to Melissa's (@stingslikeabee) company. A grand performance of his culinary theatrics, one frequently spoke of his courses as acts to a play. Often, they would finish the evening in his living room quarters full of animal symbolism, trilling away at the harpsichord and allowing her to indulge in some of the compositions he was producing.

He had advocated for her to be on the board, much like he championed for many things now in her life. The patients he encountered who held a taste for her line of expertise found their way to her door, and a few proved to be troublesome endeavors that she beautifully struck down. He found fascination in her ways of adapting- from starting with a shaky foundation to earning her keep in the pecking order of the elites. She was a roller pigeon. These birds climb high and fast, then roll over and fall just as swiftly toward the earth. There are shallow rollers and deep rollers. You can't breed two deep rollers, or their young will roll all the way down, hit, and die. Melissa was a deep roller. He only hoped one of her parents was not.

There was a tact to his sending of these dangerous patients. With the influence of his words, they brought danger to her doorstep. And with an offering suggestion, he assisted in removing the evidence. She was still unaware of the meals he had prepared for her at his invited dinners. That air of mystery was still shrouded, much to Hannibal's amusement.

The slanted smile returns as he brings his hand, cool to the touch, to envelop the one that touched the bicep of a sharply tailored suit. Hannibal always looked refined in a dark color palette, but this afternoon, to harmonize with more of the newer donors and appear approachable, he donned his powder blue three-piece, complete with a pale yellow silk tie and white collar shirt-- complete with the cuffs that she had gifted to him.

"Congratulations are in order. I suspect a dinner party will be held in the future, with the rest of the board, of course." He would have to go hunting for the meat. "The backdrop music announcing the vocals of the opera Macbeth, to prep them for my influence in the choice." He felt it was befitting for their sordid relationship that was blossoming. "I'm sure you won't be opposed to it?" Fingers squeezed the hand that he held. His mind is already formulating the meal plan.

And the rolodex of the rude to choose from. Including the monsieur, who held a distaste for Melissa and voiced it loudly to the other board members. They were coerced into allowing her to be on the board by a near unanimous vote.

Hannibal found it grotesquely rude to express such distaste without the dignity of holding thy tongue.

Money, regardless of its origin, was money - and while many could frown upon the countess' lifestyle and choices, they surely behaved differently when donations were on the table. Through a meeting brokered by Hannibal (who did forward a few of his patients to Melissa's parties and fostered certain connections), she had become friendly with one of the members of the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. And after well-guided flattery and large sums of money, her sponsorship endeavors had earned the woman herself a seat on the same board. One of the many esteemed supporters of the arts in the city, and surrounded by people who would pretend not to engage in the pleasures they did behind closed doors. Still - that was an achievement that delighted the woman, and one which was shared with Hannibal with genuine enthusiasm as Melissa politely stole him away from his prior company. "My dear doctor - I must thank you for everything. Your referrals have been precious and I have finally been granted the board seat I had been chasing," Melissa explained, sighing contentedly and then looking up to the man who had been nothing but welcoming and a true friend in many hours of need. Perhaps friendship was too bland a term - the countess' feelings were vastly breaking such boundaries. "They allow each member a pick for the season and I would like to offer your favorite to them - tell me, which opera would you like to see this year? I will make it the best production Baltimore has seen yet," the brunette smiled warmly, "And I would love it for you to be my plus one at the first gala of the season, Hannibal - if you happen to find my company agreeable enough for a full evening, of course."

[lomappreciationblog]

Surprise...Character Art appreciation time? I wasn't meaning to, but here we go!

One of my most interesting findings in the art book is that Count Dovula...was originally a Jumi! This didn't make it to the final game, where the dear old count shows up in "Teatime of Danger" and we beat him up after trespassing into his crypt. I'd make a Castlevania joke but I never played the game or watched the animation.

Here's the notes:

"Jumi with a pigeon blood ruby at his center. He hopes to be released from her "eternal life."

Hmm, I wonder if the original scenario involving Dovula was, that he's a Jumi who wanted to die? The phrasing is odd, because it says her "eternal life." I'm just speculating here, but seeing as Florina's Teardrop Crystals can heal injuries, even broken cores, it seems that's the reference to the type of eternal life a Jumi can possess.

I gave him a motif of a pigeon blood ruby. As a play on words for "pigeon blood" we gave him the name, "Count Dovula." With that in mind, I came up with the idea that his favorite thing is the blood of Teapo, who thinks she's a pigeon. [laughs] (Ikeda)

I had to search it up, but basically a pigeon blood ruby is a a traditional term for beautiful red rubies, if one is curious.

I do love how Dovula is basically a huge walking pun, and it resulted in this mysterious and somber-seeming character.

Strangely, it seems they didn't bother taking away the Jumi-like core design he possesses, though the Character Tome does erase any Jumi connection he has by saying he's "the leader of the Succubus clan." We don't really see this in play because we just beat him up lol.

I wonder if they decided to just keep to the humorous aspect of it, seeing as Dovula ended up not being connected to the sorrowful Jumi story and instead only stars in the fairly comedic "Teatime of Danger" quest.

While he did still end up in a scenario with Teapo, they changed an aspect of it too. He still does state his preferred food is the "blood of a peaceful dove" but unlike what Ikeda-san said in the art book, Dovula despised his meal on Teapo because she only had water to give.

What do you think? Would you like to have seen Dovula remain as a Jumi and see what his story would have been like? There is an interesting potential here if he's a Jumi but turned to vampiric practices, going from a race that gives life to one that takes it. It could be what the description for "being freed from her "eternal life"" wasn't that he wanted to die, but he wanted to be free of depending on Florina's Teardrop Crystals to survive. If he was a Jumi who wanted to die, but seems close enough to Florina to receive her "eternal life" maybe he was initially an ally of Sandra's but refuses to harvest other Jumi to help Florina recover.

Lots of possibilities here, but what we got in game was pretty hilarious, and the Jumi quest has lots of characters as it is, so I understand why he was cut out eventually.

[ssszlami]

Harry Potter characters as things my friends have said except there's way too many characters

Yes, we write down funny things we say, no that's not weird

Harry: “I wanna jump out a castle window but like not die” 

Ron: “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING???”

Hermione: “It’s feminine to write a paragraph”

Neville: “Lore update: I’m confused as hell.”

Luna: “Hey I can’t come to the party on Friday night, I just bought a bunch of cows and I gotta chill with them.”

Ginny: “I feel like you’re only dating me for my brother.”

Draco: “My chat is in it’s gaslight era”

Dean: “This is a lot like a cult for a Christian movie”

Seamus: “Agility: Setting things on fire and watching it explode... but in different directions.”

Dumbledore: “No one here has committed any crimes, and if you have, they were funny crimes, so it’s fine”

McGonagall: “When u get to the exam its not gonna be helpful that you spent your lessons drinking gatorade and eating donuts”

Snape: “If you’re going to traumatise children at least make it aesthetic”

Sirius: “I’m so alpha that the men around me change their sexuality to accomodate for me”

Remus: “I have four lines of self-hate for you”

Lily: “The milfs in my bag”

James: “No beta we die like parental figures”

Molly: “Goodnight offspring.”

Arthur: “How often a day do you reckon your car gets a boner?” 

Fred: “Love. Truth. Bodacious Booty.”

George: "In this world, it's either meme or be memed. In my case it's both."

Percy: “It is boring! But.....we like boring.”

Bill: “Sometimes you gotta ruin the vibe for the greater good”

Charlie: "Close your face nipples and think about dragons" 

Oliver: “I’m a white man, we always win! Except at sports….except at hockey”

Hagrid: “You can't say fuck you to the dog!”

Lavender: “Not all women want to kiss women. I know, that one was a hard pill for me to swallow”

Parvati: “There is no girl on earth who is so straight she wouldn’t love having another pair of boobs around”

Padma: “Nobody likes princesses!! They’re white bitches who weren’t loved enough as children”

Crabbe: “Pancake....buttplug……pancake…….buttplug”

Goyle: *grunt* “Yes I just farted.”

Cho: “I was like ‘whatever’. Wait no I was really sad”

Cedric: “I just thumbs-upped the roof down”

Krum: “*completely monotone voice* but wait there’s more”

Fleur: “Sexism is bad. Kill everyone.”

Tonks: “Gotta go to the bathroom to change my gender real quick”

Moody: “This is not a time for sassy comebacks, this is a time for SURVIVAL!”

Lockhart: “Because I look cute it’s all my fault. Thats how that works apparently.”

Umbridge: “Oh my god it’s me! Shiny trash!”

Voldemort: “Sorry I’m holding your parents hostage and killing you but your parents can’t hear your screams of terror because they can’t hear you right now”

Bellatrix: “YOU GOTTA KILL SOME CHILDREN TO GET TO YOUR TRUE LOVE”

Lucius: “Have you started another cult?”

Narcissa: “Your son is okay” *sobs and cries*

Kingsley: “I haven’t laughed since 1972.”

Peter: “So, you’re on the floor spooning the rat”

Slughorn: “*loud chewing noises* Wow I hate myself”

Mundungus: “My voice cracked on the crack and im on crack”

Dobby: “I took my ugg boots off for that.”

Winky: “Is she gonna kill me? I’m very excited.”

Kreacher: “It’s just war miss it’s not upsetting at all” 

Myrtle: “I went to the toilet and I see like the toilet seat around her neck”

Trelawney: “Teaching pigeons to be art connoisseurs” 

Filch: “He’s like a really sticky person!”

Dudley: “Screw you I just want stuff”

Petunia: “Is there a reason you’re interrupting me mid-soup?”

Vernon: “So he’s mad” “Yeah he’s cranky” “No like insane”

Pansy: “I don’t hurt them I just legally stab them”

Lee: “Bro that’s rather cringe”

Quirell: “I don’t need an exorcism” “That’s exactly what somebody who needs a exorcism would say”

Amos: “I’m one of the last old white boys”

Karkaroff: “Terrible behaviour…. ur in denial my guy” 

Xenophilius: “EVERY JOB IS A GOVERNMENT JOB, AND I DONT KNOW WHO THE PRIME MINISTER IS”

Greyback: “I… put my hand inside his chest…and ripped out his lungs” 

Cormac: “Closeted homophobic”

Blaise: “He’s more attractive in a suit.” “ALL MEN ARE!”

Regulus: “Lucy it’s my turn to drown!!”

Aberforth: “ME? A member of the TEN COMMANDMENTS??"

Nearly Headless Nick: “Well, if you have to execute me… ok”

Marietta: “You can’t slay if you vape”

Mrs Figg: “Old lady woman man and his dog”

[whatkarajoleighsaid]

My dearest Nikola,

Never have I been as gripped by an autobiography as I was by yours. Spurred to purchase a copy in middle school after reading a short about graphic novel about you, I felt, upon finishing it, like I had stumbled upon myself. Myself, after meeting you.

I was compelled, following the completion of your autobiography, to read further about your quarrel between you and Thomas Edison. Needless to say, as anyone familiar with the feud would know, I was not happy with my elementary school teachers for failing to even mention your name. I grew to hate Thomas Edison, for a variety of reasons. For cheating you, for lying to you, for making fun of you. Even today, his name, even the mention of the invention of the lightbulb, sours my tongue.

When Edison praised Marconi’s findings and opposed yours in the same sentence, you said that those who have such monetary quarrels are the sole reason for the delay not only in your work, but in the development of society and technology. They were “unwise enough to believe that they can gain an advantage by throwing sand in the eyes of the people and retarding the progress of invention.” By throwing sand in your eyes, Edison had thrown sand in the eyes of the human race, all in the name of false pioneering, hijacking and greed. I shouldn’t have learned about Edison, all those years ago. I should have learned about you. Just as you were robbed of your fame and success, I was robbed of a proper education that could have only existed with the inclusion of one Nikola Tesla.

I was devastated to read about the circumstances of your death. No one deserves to die broke and alone in a hotel room, much less someone as intelligent or as kind as yourself. Someone as handsome as you should always have a woman by your side. 

I know that you were ahead of your time, and it contributed to the strong opposition against you. Why would people care much about worldwide wireless electricity when they didn’t have toaster ovens or coffee makers or decent can openers? I’m sure that the women around you were too stuck in their ways to understand the way your mind worked, but I do, and I'm confident that I would have even then. You wouldn’t have had to fall in love with one of those pigeons that you take care of, and even if you did, I would accept it for even just a moment of your attention, a fraction of your love. I would never have worn pearl earrings another day of my life, were you to accept me as a partner. I would support you in all of your strangeness because you deserve that level of love and companionship when the world was just so cruel to you. And you would support me in mine.

I have realized that no matter how hard I work, there’s no guarantee of success. Don’t misunderstand me; I don’t mean this in a nihilistic way, as some might. I think that even if I try my hardest and get nowhere, it doesn’t mean that everything I did was for naught. I still worked hard and did the damn thing, even if no one sees it but you. If no one saw my art or read my books, the words would still exist. I said them. You tried your best to make the world a better place to live in, with or without reward. Not only did you try--you succeeded. Even if it was a pyrrhic war with losses too great to warrant celebration, you won that war. Your ideas may have been stolen, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that they were yours. You put in the work and the world is better off for it, with or without your recognition.

I think you knew you deserved it; there was no question of your self confidence, and that’s one of the many things I adore about you. 

I wonder how you felt, as you lay by yourself in Room 3328 of the New Yorker Hotel, about your life. Were you proud? Do you wish you’d done more? Do you regret being so passive in how your ideas were thrown around and stomped on, or are you proud of your self-assurance? Pondering this, I recall a quote from your autobiography: 

“My belief is firm in a law of compensation. The true rewards are ever in proportion to the labor and sacrifices made.”

To tell the truth, I don’t think you wanted the fame that many people mourn that you didn’t have. I think all you wanted was to know how things worked. To know the extent of our capabilities on Earth. You wanted to share these findings with the world. 

Marconi is credited with inventing the radio using the crutch of your hard work. You said, upon being informed of this, “Marconi is a good fellow. Let him continue. He is using 17 of my patents.” Thinking n these words makes me want to cry. Your unabashed confidence, your indifference for credit. Sometimes, I feel I’m more angered about this injustice than you would be. 

Am I kidding myself? How can I say, over a hundred years later, that if I had met you in your prime, you would even look in my direction? I would have to think so highly of myself to believe that, but in some way, I do. And I blame that on you. We could have worked together, lived together, eaten together. Shared a love for animals together. 

Who knows what they might teach in history classes today if you and I had only been together? 

Patiently yours,

Kara