#THIS REALLY IS MY OWN MEDICINE

[intotheelliwoods]

HES SO CUTE oh my goshhhhh this is adorable. Oh the precious child he looks so happy to have an arm again🥺The big eyes... THE BIG EYES so full of love

I adore this. *sobs*

I think the way Leo is drawn in @intotheelliwoods 's style is cute so I tried to draw him in a similar way

[pigeon-butch]

I certainly have my own concerns about the treatment of moo deng but um. well i think some of you may just be racist

[bedforddanes75]

records 🙂‍↕ sorry tumblr user @stirlinqs im stealing ur idea

[sweetie-peaches]

*holds my medic qtubbo headcanon close* she doesn’t make sense to anyone but me but i love her. That man was a field medic, he has to have some kind of medical training idk why he just does

[apricot-the-apricat]

Quick class doodle of my Lifegen cats that I decided to digitalise, just because I think it looks neat

I haven't talked about them here before but the protagonist is Stonestar (the brown one) who spent ~40 moons entirely on his own from kithood and lost 8 lives before Levi (the one with the neck bow and carrying the kit) found him. They immediately became mates, and now their entire "clan" consists of them and their adopted kits together.

Also Lifegen isn't the best at recognising that there's only 1 cat in the clan so Stonesoar (yes i spelled that right, it was his warrior name) often canonically hallucinated clanmates. Poor guy.

[bootlegwatermelon]

just wanna show you guys that i actually made an edit a while ago :3c

[papakhan]

I think in game it's kind of presented that Julie Farkas thinks poorly of, if not outright dislikes, the Great Khans which I guess is fair enough but also reeks of the attitude of the writers viewing drug addicts and raiders as subhuman. And I don't think really it lines up with either the Khan/Follower relationship depicted in game nor does it Follow Julie's reestablished personality. I think she's a little exasperated with them but not enough to warrent the "who? Oh you mean those raiders who used to clash with the vegas tribes 🙄" line that she has about them like cmon girl 1) people are like your only allies outside of Freeside and 2) why are you taking the Three Families side in this??? They're causing just as many if not more issues than the Khans even Arcade has lines about how the Families are exploiting Freeside and I can't think who else she means by "vegas tribes" Anyway. It does make sense for her to be annoyed with how they're causing more drug problems in Freeside but i don't think it makes sense for her to be written in a way that makes it sounds like she's angry with the Khans for *using their precious medical knowledge to make the evil morphine rather than the morally good morphine* when really she should be more angry with House/The Families for causing the poverty in Freeside and the NCR for forcing the Khans into the precarious position they're in while disallowing the Followers from truly helping them. The fact that by the time that Fnv comes around the Followers and NCR's relationship has broken down should be enough for the Followers to revisit relations with the Khans since, as I said, the Khans have been the only truly consistent allies of the Followers and more importantly, the NCR JUST MURDERED ALL THEIR CHILDREN. In this essay I will

[asklesbianonceler]

I have not posted any of my analysis to reddit yet and I think I might just post it and ghost it. I've already spent too much time looking at other people's threads on there to feel any way good about interacting with folks.

I already went in an added the "I know you're going to bring this up let me save you the time" section which is exclusively touching on the frequent topics of:

"well what about the fingerprint nostrum and finger mimics? He is clearly just a crackpot"

And

"it's definitely some weird elaborate sacrifice to Metyr thing"

[sag-dab-sar]

Does anyone else have cycling interests?

Like super focused on a specific show for a month, then classic music for a month, then aviation for a month, then true crime for a month. (Or one week or a few months etc). Sometime my brain is super invested in for a very long time, many years, like 9/11 or WWII or Sims, but my brain doesn't (or I guess can't) focus on them when one of the random one shows up.

And my brain goes back to some of them later for another cycle of it being main focus; then brain eventually moves onto another thing. And importantly to this— I'm rarely focused on more than 2. Sometimes its like 2 and a half at most. But I'm intensely interested in The Thing while in that "cycle." And the half being minor interest in another thing especially like a transition from one cycle to the next, or a random sprinkle of some other interest like one documentary. And sometimes my brain is frazzled and can't focus on any topic (which is stressful).

I feel like I'm just a weirdo and talking about the random thing I'm interested in for a month and it is annoying even though I wanna blab and blab and blab about it for hours.

edit: ​Also my day dreaming/writing almost ALWAYS relates to the interest of that cycle and I decide if its canon when the cycle ends. The amount of non-canon because of it lol.

[vulpinesaint]

it’s like. i love being trans. and also if there was a loving god he wouldn’t do this to me

[jewelstole]

heartbreak starter that we were talking about @mercred

a goodbye on a dreary rooftop. how romantic. she's not meant for this life. not with him. not with his deep rooted feelings for her. she could see it in his eyes , the way that he spoke to her. it was in everything he did. at first , it was fun to take advantage. diamonds and the occasional one night stand really made her feel alive. until it did not anymore. hope manifested in his eyes and made her feel an overwhelming guilt. he would deny such a genuineness as nobody wanted to be someone's lovesick puppy but she is done with this game of cat and mouse.

the soft thud mixed with sounds of rain would have her to turn with ease. " well , well , well .. i'm glad you came. i was .. starting to worry you might not show. " she'd say. green eyes will take him all in. [ it's serious this time , selina. tell him how you really feel about him ! no more excuses ! he's useless to you. ]

" new suit ? " she cannot help but take a detour. heartbreak isn't easy. " i like it. "

[voltrons]

i know that a majority of the characters in aftg with visible scars and injuries don’t necessarily have permanent or chronic injuries but it’s a nice change of pace to see fan art depict injuries and scars across the board. comics really shy away from characters being visibly hurt for longer than the story “requires” or showing past physical trauma outside of one off moments and it’s especially wild that characters so reliant on physical fitness aren’t regularly depicted with tools to aid in the upkeep of that. both in canon and in fanon??? for something with a plot as outlandish as cape comics it’s so refreshing to see scars and kt tape and braces be a mainstay in aftg fanwork. love u recovery devices. love u body maintenance tools. love u sports medicine

[pushing500]

Hi Gracie, I'm hoping you might have some advice for me. My colonists are starving, because I have more people than I know how to feed. Is there any way I can tell them to stop feeding their meals to the animals?

They keep cooking meals, feeding the meals to the animals, and then eating raw meat and being sad about it!

It's mostly the dogs they're feeding the meals to, too, because the haygrass finally grew enough for the pen animals. And dogs can eat raw meat just fine, so it would make way more sense to feed the dogs the meat instead.

(I am trying to solve the underlying problem by 1. assigning more people to plants so they will sow the fields my current farmers are apparently neglecting, and 2. increasing the population cap of my animals so that they produce more excess, but both these things take time and in the meantime they are constantly running out of food and I'm hunting pretty much every wild animal that wanders onto the map to keep my colonists alive.)

Hello! I have this issue a lot, too. Those silly colonists want to prioritise their beloved animals over their own comfort, which is sweet, but very airheaded of them.

I can usually stop animals from eating meals on their own by simply changing their allowed areas to prevent them from accessing the fancy "people food", but it gets trickier when tending to injured animals or training them.

I have found a mod called 'Animal Controls' on the Steam Workshop which says it adds animal food restrictions, however, I haven't had a chance to test it out myself yet so I'm afraid I can't vouch for its effectiveness. Perhaps I'll test it out in my next RimWorld game!

[haootia]

last night i had a dream about a society of various species of bipedal furrypeople, as in your typical zootopias or beastars or whatever, but instead of anthropomorphized versions of real animals it was like a half dozen species (of genericized canine, lapine-rodent, hoofbeast, etc appearances. all mammals.) and each one had both a "prey morph" and a "predator morph" , so like there were carnivorous rabbit-equivalents and herbivorous wolf-equivalents, and every baby was born as a neutral omnivorous morph and developed into prey or predator based on lifestyle choices. like the god damn, alignment system in spore (2008), kind of thing. and once they were fully grown around age 20 they were basically Set as one or the other (they couldnt stay in the middle without being like extremely stunted, getting stuck between morphs was something that happened as a consequence of like childhood cancer and stuff it wasnt normal) but they could still kinda move it around a little. maybe moreso with medication. but like they couldnt switch to predator after 30 years of being prey and suddenly get sharp teeth yanno. the teeth are already in there its permanent.

there were societally perceived "pros and cons" to being predator/prey in like a tacky instagram pop science way where its like Predators are better at the arts... Prey are better at math.... type shit with tenuous basis in reality. there were definite physical differences between them but it was like what kind of food they can digest and if theyre better sprint or stamina athletes, the psychological stuff was total conjecture. the cultural norm was same-species same-morph opposite-sex monogamous relationships, and for children to be raised with access to both morphotypic activities but that they were born with an innate "real" morph and this access to both sets was just to "figure out which one they Really were" and not "consciously deciding which one they Want", and they were supposed to have it settled by their early teens at the latest.

so, im obviously being set up by my subconscious to hard pivot into this four-to-six-gender allegorical furry society worldbuilding project, which is a very cool idea but i do Not have time for that shit. someone else can do it. im not even that into furs i dont know why this vision was delivered basically fully-formed to me specifically

[rosenallies]

Can you write sashnarcia adopting a lil kid 🥺

Ever since I read that one prompt of Marcia saying she wanted a kid my heart died

tbh I know the prompt says “adopting a kid” however I’m sick rn and I’m too tired to think about the ins and outs of adoption and also idk I feel like Marcia in this au would maybe want to carry the baby so it would biologically be theirs and Sasha’s <3 but anyway idk I haven’t thot about it a ton <3

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“You’re sure we don’t need to bring him in?” Marcia fretted, pacing the living room with the phone pressed to their ear while Sasha and Anetra cooed over their crying son, his tiny body warm with fever.

The doctor on the other line sighed, so used to the anxieties of first time parents. “He’s how old again?”

“He’s 3 and a half months,” they huffed.

“Okay, so if his fever is only at 99.9 right now, it’s not necessary to bring him in unless he’s having difficulty feeding or breathing. Has he had any of those other symptoms?”

Marcia shook their head. “No, just a runny nose and a slight cough.”

“That’s good then, just give him some infant Tylenol and keep an eye on his temperature. If the fever exceeds 100.4 or if it persists over 48 hours then I would recommend bringing him into the ER. Do you have any other questions?”

“No,” they replied quietly, a sniffle in their voice, “thank you.”

The doctor bid them a goodnight and hung up, the whole conversation doing nothing to ease Marcia’s nerves.

“Mar, come here, love,” Sasha said gently, beckoning them over to the couch where she and Anetra sat.

They trudged over to the couch, tears blurring their vision as they sat beside Sasha, who held Kai in her arms, his wails turning to gentle whimpers.

“Here,” Sasha cooed, passing him over to Marcia, “look, see, he’s okay. I think the medicine is kicking in.”

Marcia held their son close to their chest, bouncing him softly while they whispered to him that it would be okay and that he’d feel better in no time.

“You’re so good with him,” Anetra whispered as he began to doze off in Marcia’s arms, their hand firm on his back to make sure his breathing remained normal.

Of course, they all loved their baby son more than anything and all of them had already proved what their parenting strengths were. Marcia was the soft, gentle one, putting baby Kai to sleep in minutes with their softly sang lullabies; his favorite being a Hawaiian one that Sasha had taught them. Sasha was the more practical parent, always double checking the diaper bag before they went out and always making sure every appointment was scheduled in advance. Anetra was the fun parent, always pulling laughs out of him the quickest with her funny faces and magic tummy tickling fingers. It was also her who’d spent weeks painting his nursery, a mural of a beautiful Hawaiian beach and sunset so he’d always know where a part of him came from.

Sasha smiled, lacing her fingers with Anetra’s. “So are you, darling.”

“We’re all perfect for him,” Marcia then said barely above a whisper so as not to spook him back into crying. “Do you think tonight we can put his portable crib in our room? So we can check on him?”

They all checked on him constantly all night every night, but Sasha and Anetra could tell this was more for Marcia’s comfort than Kai’s. “Of course, baby. Neech, come help me set it up?”

Anetra nodded, following Sasha into the bedroom, leaving Marcia and the baby still on the couch.

They lovingly pressed their lips to the top of his head, his soft whispy hairs tickling her. “We love you so much, sweet pea, we’ll always take care of you no matter what, no matter how old you get, you’ll always be taken care of.”

[valeriefauxnom]

A Discarded Plot Line in Scaling

So, this is a potential plot line that I was really thinking I'd use but shied away from it in Scaling, early enough that not a single word was devoted to it in my drafts. Thus, I've nothing to put on Lost Scales, as it's not even a discarded snippet.

But it was funny even if it would have been treated as generally serious.

So, you know the whole thing about Euden being designated as a ward as the fam tries to give themselves a more solid legal lock on Euden to corral him?

Well, one idea I had where that one was going to go was Euden, upon learning of this, taking rather strong umbrage to this notion and starts flexing his legal knowledge of the royal courts. He's filing requests to dismiss, he's pushing all the right buttons to get his case in front of a judge to argue against the ward status' continuous application.

Before he can do that, though, he needs a lawyer. The court system in Alberia is modern enough that they have the ethical principle that minors and supposedly-incompetent minors need competent representation to best express and protect their wishes.

Euden's like OK.

He finds Jupiter. Jupiter, who has long been complaining about how boring these humans are since they're not assassinating each other and all that, is more than happy to play pretend as a lawyer.

One problem, Jupiter only knows bird-dragon law. He was roleplaying his way all throughout Dazzling Defense in canon, there's no way he actually knows how to navigate any court, much less a royal one.

But just as Euden is unfamiliar with the laws of the area that he was stuck in that time, he has a pretty decent idea about how the national/royal courts work. He can just help coach Jupiter what to say to act like a good lawyer as Euden digs through umpteen million books to find that one trial that he thinks will help him argue his way out of being a legal ward.

And besides, Jupiter's a GREATWYRM. A dragon. Gotta help balance out the intimidation factor when his opposing side is the entire rest of the royal family!

So it just devolves into this mess where Euden's passing Jupiter scripts that say,

"But in section 5.89 of the Alberian civil code, for a durable ward status to be applied, additional criteria need to be satisfied, including the fifth requirement, which needs evidence of a persistent incapable state, -as demonstrated through injury or mental capacity, -with 'persistent' indicating incapacity for over a year and expected to continue for a year or more in the future..."

....And other stupid happenings like

Jupiter: Your Honor, it is indubitably clear that my client, er... Euden: Euden. Jupiter: Euden. Euden here is no less competent than the average teenage, human boy, -which may admittedly not go very far, -but still does not necessitate such an unjust and cool-" Euden: Cruel. Jupiter: Cruel punishment!

In the end, it serves both as an immediate signal to the fam that Euden really knows a lot more than what he lets on, since it becomes increasingly obvious that it's Euden pulling the legal strings and researching and all that.

I'm not sure how I would have 'decided' the case in favor for, but darn, it was a funny idea. Too bad I don't really know much about the whole legal system aside from a brief skim over certain topics and laws and statutes and all that, to say nothing of the general plot implications that would have had to happen...