#Moss Dervish

[kipskipp]

Moss wants u to know that u r loved and doing amazing!!

[casual-praxis]

“The radiance is so lovely it makes you sick.”

It be the Green one!! Took me long enough but I’ve finally completed the whole set! Now I can work on more character interaction doodles! I have several with Green specifically so I needed his design done like, three days ago lmao.

He takes a lot of inspiration from Rad Slimes, as you might can tell, but I’m torn on trying to work in some Dervish (because wind alignment) or some other slime at the moment. He’s just, very green.

I’ve mentioned he was irradiated a few times so hopefully that makes more sense now haha.

Onward to the bonus information!

+ As mentioned in Blue's post, Green and him were the last to arrive at the ranch, about a year after Red did give or take. While excited about the prospect of adventure and ranching cute slimes, Green was actually a little less confident in his footing within the group than he might appear.

He was mostly content to stay out of the other's way unless they wanted him there, and spent a lot of his time early on learning the ropes so he could pull his weight better (and be prepared when it was time to move to a solo ranch, which never actually happened).

+ Green started to learn the Ranch Exchange process after noticing it was something the others either avoided or rarely used. It was an easy way to acquire resources and build connections, so Green was immediately interested in that aspect. If he couldn't locate something himself, he would ask the others for help, or if they had any extra to spare, promising to split rewards with them if so.

They ended up building a group silo to store all their miscellaneous goods that could be traded, and Green was left to manage it since it was his idea (Blue helps organize, though he'd deny it being because he wants to). This was about the point where everyone realized Green's main skills lay in the form of management, social links, and general awareness.

+ He's an ambivert through and through. He can blend with almost any type of personality, though his social skills are a bit of a roulette day to day. As the main source of internal and external communication, Green keeps up with quite a lot, but enjoys it for the most part.

Sure, he has a request due in three hours and he doesn't know where Vio said Mosaic Slimes vibed at (they really need to start naming the Desert locations), but also Red wanted him to find a painted hen-hen for him while in the area and Blue is grumbling about sand, and now Shadow is pinging him--yeah, he could use a break after this.

+ Green doesn't have a favorite slime per se, but after Shadow designs his outfit theme around Rad Slimes, he does find he gravitates towards them more often. However, this affinity didn't stop him from picking up trace amounts of Rad Slime radiation, but oh well. All the others have odd slime-related quirks now too, at least he doesn't feel left out.

+ Next to Red, Green is the go-to for comfort. He doesn't really like physical contact the way the others do, but it's alright from time to time, especially if it's what one of the others needs to calm down at the moment. He wants them to know they aren't alone, and that he cares for them so much.

Sometimes he's the one in need of comfort, and the others will gladly return his love tenfold.

+ He uses the extra corral he has in his mini-Moss Blanket zone to house stray slimes for the others if need be (one at a time, of course). Usually it's something for either Red or Vio, but every now and again Shadow will need to store a slime temporarily for a video, and this extra plot is the ideal place to do it. Green doesn't mind.

+ He's pen pals with Zelda, a childhood friend who was almost something more. The two of them are content to just stay friends, especially with such a large distance between them now, but they're comfortable enough to joke about what could have been. Zelda also got front-row seats to Green's abundant gay pinning for the others in his letters, some gems beings:

"Zel, I mean absolutely no offense, but today I saw a Phosphor Slime land directly in Red's arms and I think it may have been the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. He's so tiny, you don't understand--he almost can't hold all of it but he tries anyway. His smile is so bright, just like a firefly, Zel. I don't think I can take this, I'm gonna die."

"Speaking of flirting, I think Vio's trying to kill me with it. I thought Shadow was joking when he said Vio was worse, but holy shit, Zel. I was just hanging out with him in his lab, sitting on a table, when he decides to walk over and stand between my legs to get something behind me I guess. And when I ask him what he's doing, he just says, in complete monotone, "chemists do it on the table periodically," and then just walks away??"

"Excuse my gay on main, but Blue's shirt being sleeveless is just unfair. I need to send you a picture or something, I don't think words can describe this emotion I am feeling."

"Today Shadow sat in my lap and none of these thoughts are in the bible."

+ Appears composed, is very much not.

[sl33py-g4m3r]

wooo I accidentally found the end of the glass desert while looking for tangle slimes for viktor's request~~

I've found mossaics and dervishes, but aside from the gordo, no tangles....

and if I have to rehydrate certain oasis to find them, that's going to be difficult~~~ cause you only get 30 seconds of that mystic water, and I get so lost that finding more before the water runs out is impossible.

speaking of getting lost; in between getting resources for slime science, I do mochi's race thing, and it takes me a while to find my way back to the teleport....

also I set up a teleport in the moss blanket so that resource gathering is faster.

while in the desert I found my second gilded ginger~~~

and apparently Hobson has vaults set up across the Far Far Range... when should I go looking for these?

I hope viktor gives me easy slimes to find to fulfil a request from him and get access to the slimeulation...

wonder which of the things is harder? mochi's, viktor's or ogun's? need to try going into the wilds and make tarr intentionally and then find the fruit and teleporter. that might be easier than trying to feed them...

plort prices are really bad and now I need to wait for them to go up before I sell anything. time to hoard and or dump everything into the refinery.

speaking of... where are you supposed to use the pumps and drills? I guess the apiarys go in the moss blanket, where do pumps go? dry reef? so that means the drills go in the indigo quarry....

what can you pull from the glass desert in regards to resources? or just try and find out~~ but I don't want to waste tools.....

[wordrummager]

Take this quiz to see your ideal leaf partner Do you like moss or timeless blue skies? Is your walk syncopated or does the time slip like acorns across a path? Choose your level of training in spinning: a) playful top, b) abandoned merry-go-round, c) dervish. Describe an ideal time of day: (sunrise, tea time, twilight, sunset, dead of night, other…) and why. Do you have a fear of falling or do you dream of flying? Wallflower or steam train? Fur or silk? Wind or rain? Coffee or tea? Plaid or paisley? Drum beats or primal scream? Bend or break? Would you rather be a pillow for two lovers talking or a soft landing for two animals fighting to the death? Describe the difference between seasons, from first bloom to last dust.

[recollectionlmao]

Enjoy your stay!!

Hi welcome to my Re-Collection ask blog! RC is a story created by me (KipSkip!) abt misfortunes happening in an old childrens institute! You can message me if u wanna know lore ^-^

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Characters u can ask atm!

MEEP Bowen

Freddie Kinsley

Stellin Morally

Moss Dervish

((More will be revealed later on!))

Rules n Info!

No NSFW questions or icky shit-

All art will be by me unless stated otherwise

All OCs and story r by me

Dont steal either (story and characters)

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HAVE FUUUN!!

[foxstens]

spent like 100 days without seeing a gilded ginger. and now in my new series i find two in a row in the same spot

[midnighter13]

the world in mutable delight

Y'all I'm so full of feelings. So many of them. Anyway I've been shouting about Caleb using his Transmuter's Stone on Molly to anyone who will listen for actual years so now, please have more soft pre-widomauk feelings about it.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31672169

The process of recovery, Caleb knows, can be a strange one. Of course, there is hardly anyone stranger than the singular Mollymauk Tealeaf, to begin with. Between the circumstances of his deaths, his lives, and all the magic that brought him back to them, it is hardly a surprise that he needs some time to gather up all the patchwork pieces of himself again. Caleb has no doubt that he will reclaim everything he wishes to, in time; after all, he has never known anyone better at creating beauty from shattered glass. The massive stained-glass tribute within his tower is as close as Caleb could come to capturing the artistry with which Molly created his style and his life and his whole self, and seeing him in vivid, vibrant life again has reminded Caleb that even his best effort could never possibly do him justice.

It is best that way, though. Mollymauk Tealeaf should never be captured in something so still as glass, so static as paint. A whirling dervish of color and laughter and terrible ideas and sheer wonder needs a living canvas to flourish, and thanks to a miracle, he has that chance again.

 One day soon perhaps, Caleb would like to ask Molly about the decor of the tower. He is still fond of his best effort, the beauty that Molly’s memory lends to his library, but it needn’t be the same forever. It would be equally wonderful to listen to Mollymauk create something new, to see if Caleb can create with magic what Molly’s endless font of color and bullshit can imagine.

… Of course, that would require Caleb to overcome the way his mind goes blank every time he thinks about approaching Molly. There are so many things he wants to say, needs to say where Molly can hear him this time, but he doesn’t seem to have the language to express the maelstrom of emotions trapped inside his chest. There is so much happiness and relief and affection and amusement and delight and and and— 

And it is all stopped at the back of his throat by the sharp point of the memory that springs up every time, the fact that the manifestation of all of Caleb’s magic, all of his drive and talent and hope and hunger, failed when Molly needed him. Again. Nine months ago, on Glory Run Road, Caleb’s magic was not enough to keep him alive. And two days ago, in the crumbling city in the Astral Sea, Caleb’s magic was not enough to bring him back.

So. There are a few things he must grapple with himself, before he can indulge in everything he wants to say to Molly.

It has been fairly easy to hang back, so far. He has managed to distance himself enough from the celebrations to keep from spilling his heart across the ground at Mollymauk’s feet. Simply looking at him, vibrant and energetic again, is enough to sustain him—simply hearing his voice, the handful of words he speaks with endless inflections, is a feast when he has been starving. So Caleb stands a handful of feet away at all times, and watches the rest of his family hug and touch and reconnect until his eyes go dry.

The first night of their return to the Material Plane would have been no good, anyway. With how tired they all are, how nearly broken and still very bruised each and every body among them is, it is not the time to show Molly around the whole tower. There will be time for that later, always time for that later, to his greatest elation—later, he will take Molly by the hand and show him everything that he built, every piece of his heart that he conjures to house his friends, his family. He will show him that no matter the time that passed, he kept Molly safe in his mind and gave him a place here, always waiting for him to come home. 

But that will have to wait until Caleb’s hands no longer shake with the phantom weight of his Transmuter’s Stone; and besides, he would have to wait anyway until Molly and Yasha willingly part from each other, and those two certainly have shown no signs of budging from each other’s sides, not through the exhausted pile the (whole, finally whole) Mighty Nein slept in that first night, nor at meals with the welcoming Clay family the next day, nor the hours full of odd conversation and new acquainting and re-familiarizing that followed. There has been plenty to occupy Molly upon his return, more than enough to let Caleb sit outside of arm’s reach and drink in everyone else’s stories, and pretend that his heart has not leapt every time Molly’s bright, lively eyes have turned to him and lingered in return.

Now, basking in the afternoon sun on the second bright day since their family saved the world and was made whole, Caleb knows that he should be taking more action to recover his arcane stores. But each time he tells himself that he will get up and look for a suitable stone, his throat becomes tight again. He makes excuses to Essek, to Veth, when they ask: they are safe here in the Grove so he does not need the protection it grants him; they are among a family that seems very partial to glowing crystals as light sources, so he is in no rush to regain the darkvision he lost with the Eyes; why bother to make himself quicker to move, when they are all enjoying a well-earned rest? Neither of them question him further on it, though there is deep understanding in Essek’s eyes and a shrewd worry in Veth’s. They let him lie back and look up at the endlessly-shifting canopy of green, and try to reorganize his thoughts in peace.

Someone, however, does not abide by that peace. Only a half-hour into his meditation, and having made very little progress in unsnarling his tangled heart, Caleb hears the soft sound of bare feet on moss approach, and stop beside him. When he turns his head, there, of course, is Mollymauk.

“Magician,” Molly says firmly, and plunks himself down on the ground beside Caleb’s head. He settles in, wiggling his toes in the moss. One foot has nails freshly painted in bright teall, the other in charming pink. Both colors, of course, suit him perfectly. Then he says, “Mister Caleb,” with a widening grin, and Caleb’s breath catches once more in his throat.

“Hallo, Mister Mollymauk,” he says in return, the smallest greeting that settles sweetly on his tongue. He pushes himself upright, and turns to face Molly in kind. “Your words are returning to you, it seems.”

“Some,” Molly says, and the word that is not empty is accompanied by a decisive little nod. It takes effort, it seems, but Mollymauk has always been an obstinate individual. Regaining all his words may be like trying to pick up pieces of confetti one at a time, but if Mollymauk wants them back he will have the time to do so now. And hopefully, his friends can continue to help.

“That is very good to hear,” Caleb replies, and he cannot stop the smile that spreads across his face at Molly’s pleased expression.

“Magician,” Molly repeats, and holds out a closed fist between them. Caleb hesitates, unsure if this is a greeting or a request—then Molly shakes his hand a little, impatiently, and Caleb obligingly holds out his own open palm beneath it. Mollymauk’s tail swishes in broad strokes behind him, and he opens his hand to drop something into Caleb’s palm.

A blue-grey stone the size of a hen’s egg hits his palm with a soft sound. There is no ring around this one like his first, but when it catches the light it sparkles with countless tiny deposits of mica, glittering like stars. Caleb blinks at it, then up at Mollymauk. “Ah… thank you?”

“Magician,” Molly insists; then, after a pause, “lucky,” accompanied by that little flicker of his fingers that he used many times before, whenever he mentioned how little he understood about magic or asked Caleb if he could cast a spell. And perhaps it is not elegant, no kind of official communication that even a Comprehend Language could parse, but Caleb understands him perfectly, and his throat stings as though he might cry.

“Oh,” he says, and stares down at the stone in his hand. “Th-thank you, Molly. How did you know…?”

“Joy—” Molly clears his throat, a quick little cough and a wrinkle of his nose that spells frustration with his voice. “Jester,” he says carefully, clearly, “told me. What—hmm. Happened. Empty—”

He takes a deep breath, seems to gather his thoughts. He reaches out and closes Caleb’s fingers around the rock in his palm. “Empty,” he says again, softer now. Then he says, “Caleb,” and brings his hand up and presses his lips to Caleb’s fingers.

Caleb’s heart is nearly tripping with how quickly it hums. His ears are hot, and he knows that the afternoon sun cannot be to blame in the pleasant shade of the Grove. “Molly,” he says, helplessly. “Molly, I—I’m sor—”

Molly’s tail smacks gently into his knee. His eyes narrow as he looks up at Caleb, somewhere between playful and warning. Caleb swallows hard. He takes in the sight of Mollymauk’s face before him, and memorizes the new weight of the stone in his hand.

“Ja, okay,” he manages. “I can use this, Molly. Thank you.”

“Ja, ja,” Molly says, grinning wide and cheeky once again, and the laugh that bursts from Caleb feels like lightness, like relief, like forgiveness.

Molly is still smiling at him, his tail tapping softly against the moss. He releases Caleb’s hand from his grasp, the stone safely inside. Then he puts one hand up and crooks his finger at Caleb, in a universal gesture of come here.

Obligingly, Caleb leans forward, narrowing the space between them and trying very hard not to blush all the way to the roots of his hair. Molly puts his hand on the side of Caleb’s face—warm, his touch is so warm and firm and real again. It’s almost enough to distract him, enough that it takes him by surprise when Molly leans forward and kisses him firmly on the forehead. Then he lingers there, and Caleb lets his eyes close just for the moment as he memorizes the feeling of being here, with Mollymauk Tealeaf, safe and happy once more.

When Molly sits back, he folds his hands in his lap, contentment written so plainly across his face that he hardly needs the words to say it. Caleb thinks of five things he could say, a dozen, a hundred possibilities like fragments of fate. But Molly only has so many words to give, and it is better, for right now, that Caleb can speak his language in return.

He holds up his free hand and crooks his finger at Mollymauk in the same gesture of come here. Molly’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and his tail patters rapidly against his shin—but he leans forward, a smile lurking at the corners of his lips, just enough to show the dimples in his cheeks and the light dancing in his eyes. Caleb puts his hand to Molly’s cheek, and gives in to the temptation to run his thumb gently along the vibrant peacock feather there. Molly’s smile grows wide, showing teeth and crinkling the corners of his eyes, as Caleb leans forward and presses his lips gently to Molly’s forehead. He holds him there for a long moment, savoring the warmth of his skin and the once-again inescapable whiff of sandalwood and incense.

Words are few and far between, right now, but words are not the only thing they need. For now there is touch, and there is warmth, and there is magic, and there is Molly. And for anything else, there will be time for that later. 

[boycritter]

mochi what the fuck do you mean you want a dervish plort i’ve just barely unlocked the moss blanket you think im ready for the glass desert?

[moviesteve]

Shirley https://bit.ly/35BmvDf   Shirley is your madwoman’s breakfast, a seething mass of dramatic tropes held together by a distinctly 1940s Freudian thriller atmosphere and populated by characters from a hall of mirrors. Elisabeth Moss plays Shirley, the febrile, blunt-speaking, possibly clairvoyant novelist living on campus with her bumptious professor husband Stanley, played at full dervish by the … Read More »

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Dance”

Hope you guys enjoy, sorry for not getting something out in the last few days :)

They needed to get out of the house, as it seemed, though Sunny would be allowed to stay for the wedding, Martha Vir the captain’s mother was having trouble being in the same room as Sunny. That was ok she supposed, parents were supposed to be protective of their offspring, and if Sunny wasn’t something to be feared, than she didn’t know what was.

So Sunny had grabbed her headphones, Vir had gone rooting around in the garage coming back with a thin board with wheels strapped to the bottom, and they had set off in the early morning sunlight. Vir seemed intent on trying to balance on the rolling board as it moved down the sidewalk.

Sunny didn’t think he was very good, but what did she know about humans and their odd games.

Krill floated behind her soaking up earth’s nice, warm sun. As a creature that didn’t eat, sunlight was important for Krill. She still found it kind of weird. Despite Krill’s need to be afraid of everything, he even admitted that early summer on earth was very pleasant. And he wasn’t wrong their planet was beautiful, it didn’t have the eclectic color selection of her planet, with its rainbow mosses and purple trees, but there was something charming about the green scenery spread across a high blue sky dotted here and there with vibrant colors. She closed her eyes and let the sun warm her skin.

Off to the side a sharp note echoed down the street, and she looked up just in time to see a group of the human kits riding past on their weird metal contraptions with wheels.

All of them stared, mouths wide open.

That is, until one of them plowed right into a parked car with a loud thud, and the squealing of a car alarm.

Sunny winced. Vir grimaced. Krill covered his eyes. “That wasn’t us, was it?” The captain wondered sheepishly.

“I think it might have been, Captain.” Krill muttered as they hurried on by. Behind them the kit had started to wale, and its friends were trying to help it back to its feet, “Should we stay to help.” Krill wondered.

Vir shook his head, “Best not, other humans don’t like it when you mess with their kids. Depending on what type of people they are, we might be blamed for hurting him. They sped up the pace and kept going causing more and more staring as they made it into the center of town.

“Where are we going anyway?” Sunny wondered

“My sister has Kimber at the rec-center for her Dance and then her Karate class later on, but forgot her phone. We’re bringing it to her.” They cut off the road and into another parking lot, slipping past groups of people frozen in their tracks, and into the back doorway of the building. Ahead of them was a long hallway lined in tile. Through a pair of windows lining the side, Sunny could see large, manmade bodies of water, where the humans were….. Swimming? She didn’t know humans could do that. They made their way up the hallway, and Sunny peered into the rooms looking at odd climbing structures, and wide open areas covered in odd lines, where humans were busy playing games.

They paused at the junction of a couple hallways, “My sister says she’s in the lounge area, there are a lot of people there, do you mind waiting here, Sunny?” Vir wondered

Sunny shook her head as the other two floated off. She had a knack for attracting attention, and trouble, and though the captain was known for similar problems, there were some humans who were still harboring anger about the war.

She waited in the hall, and waited, and waited. Where were they?

Just then, the distant sound of music reached her ears. It was coming from the hallway to her left….. She was sure they wouldn’t mind if she just took a peek. Quietly she turned off her music and tip toed up the hallway, not like it would matter for all seven and a half feet of her.

With one eye Sunny peered through one of the doors little windows.

And was immediately stunned. The lights in the room were low, and the humans were standing in two double lines quite still. The soft thudding of a musical track began just behind them, and then they began to….. Began to what? How could Sunny even describe the things the humans were doing at that moment.

It was like watching a gust of wind through grass. All at once, and without a cue, the humans rocked to the side hands flung into the air and then paused frozen in place, after another moment, they rocked again to the other side freezing in place. Perfect canonization like they had been programed to do it. Sunny was frozen as she watched. The music began to speed up.

The humans in the front row stood in place though their arms moved with a surprising speed and accuracy out then in than up, than in some odd configuration back to an attention position. Behind them, the other humans were following a different pattern using their feet stepping to the side and then spinning around. Not one of them was out of step.

As they sped up, they rolled through each other cutting in patterns that shouldn’t have been possible without running into each other. With the music, and the rhythmic patterns of their movements they created a kaleidoscope of human movement rolling one after the other in mesmerizing patterns. When they stopped, Sunny was almost disappointed, hoping that they would start again, when they didn’t she ran over to another door, just in time for something else.

Again, the humans here stood in two long, straight lines. Their hands were behind their backs. All at once, they began to stomp a single foot against the floor creating a simple rhythm with their feet. Clack, clack, clack. Hands still behind their backs, they began to move their other foot. Tapping with the front and the sides of their feet against the floor with a rattling beat. The beat stayed the same, but the feet grew faster, and, as if they were making music with their bodies and their feet, they began to move their legs rattling and pounding against the floor in time with each other feet moving faster than Sunny would have thought possible.

The pounding rhythm grew up in her head mesmerizing her as she watched. The precision, and the synchronization was….. Beyond anything she had ever seen.

From there, she ran down the hallway peering into windows and watching the humans as they tapped into something…. Otherworldly.

A pair of two humans swung around each other like a pair of leaves blown in a high wind. They spun to the left, and followed by spinning back to the right. Without a single mistake or misstep they wove their feet through each other threatening every moment to trip each other, but instead rolling to the side in a massive arc using tiny steps to appear as if they were floating across the floor. They let go of each other immediately synchronizing their movements as they moved feet apart, and then they came back together like the snapping of two magnets right against each other.

Sunny ran to the next door in frantic excitement peering inside as a dozen women began to dance rolling across the floor with tiny steps, on the points of their feet. They held their arms out to the side as if they were gliding faces serene and smiling. All at once they threw their feet up in the air and began to spin, a set of whirling dervishes in gauzy white clothing. They stopped their spinning to leap to the side legs straight out in either directions toes pointed before coming down to begin spinning again. The way they danced made it appear as if they had no bones, simply pieces of ribbon being flung around the room.

The next door was opened, and Sunny peered inside. This time the humans she saw were all shapes and sizes. There were men and women and kits milling about in their places as a large man stood in front of them. Unlike Vir, and most of the other humans, he was hairless, with very dark skin, and a set of intricate inking up one of his arms.

“Now, remember, for this to work you have to be aggressive. That’s the point, I don’t want to hear any of this uhhh, remember, give me an AHHHHGG!”

At the very front of the line, Sunny saw Vir’s sister’s kit in her yellow T-shirt and green patterned pants. She wasn’t wearing any shoes. Her pigtails were messy and, one of them was close to coming out.

“Now remember to start low, hands out front like sumo wrestlers, take your positions and we will try this again….. ready?” The humans had run quickly into their lines low in a half squat position hands out in front of them. The tiny Kit’s face was split with a serious frown of concentration.

“And, on three, one, two, three.”

There it was again, Sunny was dragged in with the sudden excited violence as the humans stomped their feet into the ground shouting after every step. All together the sound of their feet and their voices amplified rising up to the sky ceiling above.

A few moments of this, and they slammed their hands against their knees in a clapping sound over and over with the stomping of their feet. The room started with a rattle, and as it went on the humans grew louder, their movements more violent the rattling turned into a pounding and then a thundering. Sunny’s eyes were wide with admiration and she took a step forward.

The humans broke suddenly as one of the kits screamed, the rest of the humans gasped. The large, dark human whirled to face her.

“SUNNY”

The room hung still in a single moment as Kimber raced over and hugged Sunny’s leg. The humans stared on in total and complete confusion. Sunny waved sheepishly at the humans who waved in shell-shock back. Kimber grabbed Sunny by the hand and walked her further into the room.

“Mr Teacher, look look this is my friend Sunny.”

The man just stood there staring, “Uh…. You’re friend.”

She nodded, “Yeah, my friend, can she stay PLEASE!”

The man rubbed the back of his head in awkward confusion, “I well, I…..don’t see why not…. I guess long as she follows the rules.”

“She will.” Kimber chirped.

She dragged Sunny to her spot showing Sunny what they were going to do, and sunny followed her instruction. They had a bit of trouble figuring out what to do with her second set of arms, and then they began. Sunny did her best, but it turned out to be more difficult than she might have thought. She kept losing her timing or getting confused. She didn’t notice when the captain and Krill showed up looking for her. She didn’t notice Vir’s expression of amusement or Krill’s expression of terror.

***

Sunny saw something that Krill would never see about human. The way they moved in synchronization with each other as if they held some sort of unknown hive mind. It was the sort of synchronization and power that soldiers strived for in war, but could never quite grasp, but here were the humans teaching their young to work in time with each other, every step the same, every movement attached to the movement of another.

Sunny didn’t know how they did it, because when they did it was like they tapped into something else, something that only humans could understand. Even their bodies behaved differently than they should, like bones turned to rubber and muscles pulled tight. They could fly through the air and glide like spirits, they could slither across the ground taking on the form and shape of different beasts as they “Danced” With each other

Krill theorized some sort of unknown human hive mind that even the humans rejected, but Sunny had a different idea. Krill would never understand as his species was less social, but she knew, while it was something more than simple observation, it was something other than a hive mind, something special about humans.

Humans can tap into something otherworldly, and they won’t even admit it.

[sammydem0n64]

Bet y’all didn’t know this but me and my brother play Slime Rancher

We decided to check out my brother’s first world today, seeing as he hasn’t played it in a long time

That save file has 182 in game days on it, all ranch expansions unlocked, it had 10000 smth newbucks on it, all other areas like the Glass desert and Moss Blanket had been unlocked, it was a very complete game

But we seen that all of his slimes (except for a bunch of Mosaic Slimes and Mosaic-Dervish Slimes in the grotto who haven’t been fed in a long time, a singular puddle slime and a honey-saber in the lab) have disappeared, I assumed Tars broke out here during the time he was actually playing. But he doesn’t recall that happening

So, since this place is nostalgic and we refuse to let it go to ruin, we’re rebuilding it.

Here’s some pictures under the cut

Also sorry for potential bad image quality!

Up first we have the main area (we were messing around and made a pink-dervish Gordo so ignore them), tons of empty corrals, an incinerator, a giant coop, and a few other essentials. The ranch was fully decked out with level 10 7Zee Reward bonuses.

Here’s the Over growth, it’s full of farms and corrals. Not much to say but it was covered in plorts (mosaic and tangle) despite a lack of those slimes

Have a pond + the Grotto. My brother wanted a shot of the pond before we got to the starving slimes. All I can say is this place is a star and windstorm haven which is in desperate need of a meal

There was supposed to me a picture of the docks here so maybe there is and I mislabeled it, either way this place is in need of slimes and proper care. So me and my brother will be returning it to its former glory!!

I’ll post pictures of the updates to the ranch once we’re done, by for now!

[writer59january13]

Raid versus woe

Black flag(s) show up

on social media platforms

when potential homicidal maniac(s)

communicate(s) intent to strike

with ambush and ready read - able, eager, and willing

to embark upon murderous rampage.

Prospective killer armed to the teeth

usually a young bucking male

between ages of eighteen and twenty five

wielding, targeting subjects then firing

high powered choice powered guns such as:

Bushmaster XM15-E2S rifle;

Glock 20SF handgun

.22LR Savage Mark II bolt-action rifle or AR-15-style rifle,

a popular range of semiautomatic weapons.

After countless shooters on the loose wreaking havoc vis a vis carnage

bloody death and destruction indelibly etched upon consciousness regarding every surviving person,

who hears and especially

witnesses the terrible and horrible news anesthetized, brutalized, traumatized, et cetera

for his/her remaining existence.

Violent deadly crime spree shoots upward;

gun owners indiscriminately brandish

loaded firearms toward innocent victims,

and concomitantly excite anguish purported in accordance

with first amendment relish,

yet proliferation allowing

free ranging banshee dervish

sans weapons of mass destruction

(mainly innocent lives)

inures citizens to appear standoff fish

U.S., and self-important solitudinarian

becoming comfortably numb

at regular headlines detailing

some lone hooligan a bit mish

hug ha, an automatic killer

methodically unloading with a swish

multitudinous cartridges attempt

oddly to even the score, a wish

to take revenge viz a personal vendetta amidst the madding crowds -

utter oy vey - tis Yiddish.

Such proliferation of

high-powered assault pistols graph berserk arc with surging blip

bipedal hominid(s) deadly grip

handling barrel as dirk in case the clip

doth miss the mark,

where siege mentality induces nationwide sprinting infamy to drip

metamorphosing into igneous

malignant state with curled (Elvis) lip

mailer daemon hell bent

on besieging bait (unaware nip

pee nap noopy snapchatting beings)

bursting with deadly quip

with a barrage of bullets

malicious intent to spray;

killing machines delivering rip

paying deathly howls

amidst pandemonium, thence funereal slip

epitaphs etched on tombstones proliferate taking souls to Hades trip loved ones next of kin tragic loss

analogously suffering courtesy stinging invisible whip.

More often than not

such brutal and nasty team (short lived) nefarious scheme unleashing angry people to rage and scream

directed at humble lettered people like those comprising ream

member ring my hometown - once evoked with pastoral meme

of Lake Woebegone minding their p's and q's, when in the extreme

and out of the blue like a nightmare interrupting an idyllic dream

a sudden bitta bing bitta bang rings terrorist catcall followed

by red tide and river of bloodying bodied of hue men caskets

rendered veneer of dark wood

within lies mutilated corpse,

pistol whipped, where mortician

daub with creme.

Soundcloud(s) boom(s) across,

thus occurs yet another staccato sinister sonic thunder

across the pearl jam gray slate

of some formerly anonymous name sake, which underling of bossed

son or daughter blasting

bombardment blitzkrieg shells cross invisible trajectories shatter

at uber twittering, shutterfly speed,

the democratic rubric - rendered as dross

disposable lives of society with senseless slaughter,

whereat somber silence echoes nostalgia for the Mill on the Floss

when life seemed so innocent

against the gun metal gloss wails of agony at another human loss elapsing years tombstone covered with moss.

This epidemic re:

murderous love affair perfervid

with gruesome morbid

fixation allowing, enabling

and providing terrifying

trappings, whence went Pandora out the lid

anger loosed maniacally gun down

(in S-L-O-W mo) recorded by hid

den madding crowd, each person

locked in crosshair grid

source (perhaps pathetic plan

premeditated) employing did

da ding from flying bullets,

a coterie upping the ante vis a vis bid

ding fare thee well from odious

loading incendiary fiery clips.

Trigger happy homicidal maniacs slake thirst finding me being verbally bullied

seem oh so yesterday

to take aim in billeted soiree

with deadly precision, and spray

with pump posse city,

a congregated engaged groupon

of people), with egregious pay

shunt and methodically

mowing down, a slew - nay

re: doth unsuspecting

victim aware - delivering melee

layered mayhem to this anonymous

American citizen as well

family and survivors, who lay

down their sorrows,

which bring revulsion and gray

obsolescence of faith in mankind to fray.

Death be not proud,

nor ought airtime allocated to these

heinous cavalier avengers

foe tee eight-hour special (proffers

twitchy finger itching to squeeze

especial easy access

to sophisticated high caliber compact

offspring doth please

manifesting those prize pride

killing machine owners never freeze

rapaciously with so much ease

lethal gimcrackery cutlasses

even a lil whippersnapper kite runner unleashing whipping cords

will serve you more

lacerating more so than ropes will ever do

necessitate strong control

to stem violence as disease.

[sl33py-g4m3r]

glass desert best gadget slots for later area? and teleport hub~~

what's a good teleporter spot for further in the glass desert? looking for a good teleporter spot for extractor resources mainly~~ found one near the dervish shrine; right before the big oasis before the fountain, there are 3 slots for extractors by the hole and cave that a dervish plort statue is, and I looked around the area and counted 5 slots counting the teleport one?

I could be very wrong tho~~

what's a good teleport spot for later in the glass desert that has good access to the area and extractor slots?

found one that I wanted to use but it was by the mosaic shrine, there were a few of them tho~~

have one right before the teleport at the beginning to access both the ancient ruins and the beginning of the glass desert~~ I think I'm good enough running through there I can go ham with echo nets~~

I hope I've found good teleport spots for the other areas too in regards to extractor collection, as they're right in the central areas...

where do I put one in the glass desert? is by the dervish or mosaic shrines worth it? are there better spots?

I don't want to waste a diamond and resources only to have to get them back, even though its gonna happen anyway, lol.

also what's a good source of pink plorts? I have one pink/rock largo tank that I started with, but if I'm making things continually, it can't keep up....

do I make a tank of purely pinks and have no favourite food? or go pink/mosaic or something? but now I don't have room for anything else that wouldn't be dangerous~~ unless I use the spare plot I have that's almost behind the lab~~

idk~~~

everything else I can quickly gather resources and drop them in a refinery link... the desert tho.... idk where the best gadget slots are in relation to being almost at the end of it......

help.....

speaking of where's the best area for a teleporter hub? I've got everything in the area of the ranch before the dry reef.... (moss blanket, indigo quarry, ruins before the glass desert, and eventually a later glass desert one)

is there a better location for this? those with a refinery link right as you reenter the ranch again.

is there a better way to do this?

can't find a map of gadget slot sites~~ do any even exist?

guess I'll put the teleport where I was initially thinking and see how it works~~

or use the end game "final hobson message" location~~ idk~~~

me being indecisive instead of playing (and enjoying) the game, lol

[almdurrani]

Alone

I always walk to the coffee shop alone, heels clicking on scrubbed cobblestones. I get my drink before settling in a corner alone, like a cat that got the cream. I go to the movies alone. I order takeout for one. But when I see, a couple on a picnic, friends sharing a cigarette and laughing with reckless abandon, a mother reading to her daughter; I do not fancy being alone. I do not fancy it at all

For a while I stumbled through half-baked friendships.

Like a traveler without a map

A convict without a crime

Somehow at the end of it all, I always found myself alone. Surrounded by deep velvet nights. And stars that seem like a smattering of lights on the hem on lady Nyx’s hem

~

The drink was bitter on my tongue. I watched in silence as everyone around me guffawed at a seemingly hilarious joke. I tried to laugh. Bile crept up my throat like an uninvited guest.

What is wrong with me?

Am I broken?

I speak softly. Not an accusation. Oh no, Allah I would never cross you. But I will question you Allah, am I broken?

Do I not deserve love?

Am I so ugly a soul?

I am broken

The girl’s freckles trace a nomad’s path over her cheeks. She offers me a smile.

Don’t. I want to say

Don’t.

I am a broken toy. Faulty wiring perhaps, Factory error. Allah made a mistake.

I cannot be friends with her. Ill only disappoint her. I want to warn her. She can’t accuse me of hurting her when all I do is warn her. She holds out a packet of crisps to me. I notice she has her nails painted the shade of hemlock.

~

On my way home I pass by a masjid. All blue and gold in its glory. My feet lead me towards the entrance as if I’m wearing Dorothy’s shoes. Time to pay a visit to the great Creator who made a small error with my wiring

The inside is quite, serene

Lonely

A bedraggled man sits alone in corner. He fingers his tasbih with a calm assurance. The beads clacking around the room. His lips move in a silent prayer.

He is also alone. Like me

As I watch him with rapidly building curiosity, he bursts into a grin. I know that smile. It’s the smile of peace found in companionship. It’s a smile I have never tasted. It’s a smile I hunger for

I am chased out by the imam’s son

~

The sun peeks out like the yolk of a perfect fried egg from behind obese clouds. a light dusting of surrealism covers the whole scene. I sit alone on a park bench as a small duck waddles towards me. It inspects me with its beady eyes, as if reprimanding me for not feeding it.

“Will you be my friend?”

The duck waddles away.

~

I go back to the masjid. Its dusk by now. I walk in cautiously, keeping an eye for the imam’s lazy eyed son. The dervish is still there. He is still alone. He tucks into a bowl of pulao with gusto all the while carrying on an animated conversation with thin air. I wonder if he is crazy

I sit, cross legged near him

The marble is biting cold but I persist.

“Who are you talking to?” I demanded

He looks at me, bewilderment evident in his moss green eyes. Like he just noticed me. He puts the bowl down and starts wiping his hands clean meticulously. He makes a big show of it, unhurried.

“apnay aap say” he replies. To my Self. He speaks languidly, dragging out each word. Tasting it on his tongue before voicing it

I sigh. A deep whoosh of air, “ I am also alone, like you”

The dervish stares at me long and hard. “Who says I am alone?”

He picks up his wooden tasbih. “For that matter, who says you are alone?”

I frown as a shadow falls over my shoulder. The imam’s son is here

[foxstens]

gotta talk abt slime rancher

i feel like i’ve played so much and i’ve already gotten the ending and i’ve unlocked a lot of stuff

but i don’t want to try to do /everything/ bc i just don’t see the reason for it? like im over 80 days in and i havent unlocked the docks for example bc i just don’t need it

like the plots in the main ranch and the grotto and the science part are enough. i have every slime i need plorts from through the power of largos and i also have drones so i no longer spend most of my time on the ranch

but then again drones don’t do everything the way i want them to and i didn’t really think it through when i put my slimes in corrals so i have veggie eaters next to fruit eaters and yea technically i could just feed them all with chickens bc all my largos eat meat in some way BUT PLANTS ARE JUST QUICKER U KNOW

but in an effort to have more chickens i took all my chickens from my coups in the overgrowth and just let them be free-range on the main ranch and also imported a bunch of them from the overgrowth 

BUT NOW I HAVE CHICKENS COMING OUT OF MY EARS, I AM NO LONGER A SLIME RANCHER I HAVE BECOME A CHICKEN RANCHER

but i dont wanna get rid of them bc they give me double plorts from my dervish-tangles and i need double plorts from them but i hate prickle pears. but chickens get eaten so quickly and it takes them so long to grow SO IM JUST HNHGFNG

and also there’s quite a few things that are more enjoyable to /watch/ than actually do. such as mochi’s and viktor’s challenge thingies which im so ridiculously bad at even tho theyre kinda fun kinda sorta

even exploring the world itself gets kind of tiring, especially when youre looking for something. like the fact that you climb on walls and just fly almost anywhere is great but its so easy to lose track of where you are on the map or where you’re trying to go.

like in my first playthrough the moss blanket seemed like a maze but it’s nothing compared to the ancient ruins and especially the glass desert. or even ogden’s wilds which you don’t even get a map for. GOOD LUCK TRYING TO FIND THE TREASURE PODS HIDDEN IN THERE AHA

speaking of ogden’s tho, it’s one of my favourite parts. the music is somehow even nicer than in the other areas and as much as the feral saber’s stressed me out at first, now i enjoy going with 50 chickens and feeding all of them

THEYRE JUST SO FREAKING ADORABLE and kookadobas are so fun to collect and there’s no rush and there’s so much to explore and ITS JUST SO FUN god i love it

my other fave thing atm is looking for treasure pods and collecting echoes. the first is annoying even when you can see where it is on the map bc sometimes its under you or above you or behind a wall or smth. the second is also annoying bc??? you have literally no way of knowing where they are so you literally just gotta walk around aimlessly, and also trying to arrange them the way you want them to be is really difficult

and at this point i don’t really have a goal?? kinda wanna 100% the treasure pots and 100% the 7zee for whatever reason?? not that ive been keeping track of the rewards since like level 22. but. yea. best game ever still. :’)

[drabblewatch]

Slime Rancher AU Headcanons

Written by: by my soft bf @runningwolf62

Learn more about (and purchase) the Slime Rancher game here!

McCree farms pink slimes with a few rocks, tabbies, phosphors and dervish (he loves those little dust devils). He loves the Dry Reef so he stays there for the most part, and farms the slimes found there. It isn’t rare to see him lazily tending to the slimes on his farm, and sometimes you might even see him taking a nap in one of the pens, the slimes napping with him.

Winston and Torbjorn farm rad, boom, crystal and pink slimes. They unlocked the lab as soon as they could and tinker in there constantly. They sells spare plorts for money, the rest go to SCIENCE. They most likely use their rarer boom and rad plorts to trade with local farmers for food for their own slimes.

Bastion is an old outdated sentient piece of farming equipment. Torbjorn found him, surounded by Hen Hens and beeping happily. He’s fixed Bastion up and lets him roam around his and Winston’s farm.

Tracer farms Quantum Slimes, since she relates so much with them. She usually sends the plorts to Winston if she doesn’t otherwise sell them. Her girlfriend likes the phosphor tabby largos, so they have a few of those as well hanging around the farm.

Soldier 76 has a couple pink slimes, but what’s really impressive is his STASH OF FOOD. This man runs a literal, actual farm, and makes his money that way, filling orders for food in exchange for rare plorts. Outside of the pink slimes, he probably has a couple of puddle slimes too, just because he personally likes to use puddle plorts to keep his crops well-cared-for, especially in the dry season.

Sombra raises hunter quantum largos and a couple crystal slimes, though both Widowmaker and Reaper stay on her ranch and each have their own little thing going on. Reaper may or may not have a small army of tabby slimes that hang around him constantly.

Junkrat and Roadhog raise boom slimes, and Junkrat has names for all of them and can tell them apart without difficulty. Roadhog has a little pink slime that sits on his shoulder named Piglet. He is smol. They also have a small group of mosaic slimes, claiming it was for their pricey plorts, but the beautiful glimmering rainbow patterns on them may show the real reason.

Zenyatta has a ranch. Somewhere. So they say. He’s usually found in the Moss Blanket, meditating. Sometimes Slimes are in his lap. Sometimes he levitates the slimes, they love it. Some think he lives on the Shimada farm.

The Shimada farm is split in two. Hanzo raises Phosphurous Slimes, Water Slimes, Rock Slimes and Crystal Slimes. On Genji's side there are rad slimes, tangle slimes and Hunter slimes. The aesthetic is litterally blue on one side, green on the other.