#Terragator

[shrowdly]

i got fed up with terrag not having a toyhouse icon. so here this is

[writing-oof]

Reincarnating Fundy

Fundy dies. He does; he does; he doesn't.

There's something wrong with Fundy.

Like, actually, really wrong with Fundy.

Unfortunately, Tommy had promised to be evil and mean to Fundy, so no one's listening to him.

Fundy's just a baby and Tommy knows babies. He was one himself, just seven years ago, and he'd taken care of loads of kids at the orphanage before Philza picked him up.

Fundy doesn't act like a baby.

He doesn't cry like he's supposed to, even when the adults are right there , and he flinches when people move too fast.

The adults set up cameras and do careful investigations, but end up just saying words like "hypersensitive" and "anomaly."

They're wrong, but no one's listening. So, listening to Techno because he knows the most about winning wars and stuff, Tommy calls in reinforcements.

"He's so little," Ranboo says, watching the sleeping baby nervously, "Are--are you sure we should wake him up?"

"He'll be fine," Tommy says and he pokes Fundy on the cheek.

Fundy scrunches his face up, but doesn't wake up, so Tommy pokes him again.

Blearily, the baby opens his eyes.

"Ah," Fundy says tiredly.

"Hi, Fundy," Tubbo says, "I'm Tubbo."

"Ah," Fundy says again.

"I--uhm--I'm Ranboo," Ranboo greets.

"Ah."

"We've got questions for you," Tubbo says, 'cause he's the best terragator in the group, "One 'ah' for no two 'ah's for yes."

Fundy blinks at him.

"Ah." Then a moment later, "Ah."

Ranboo looks at Fundy, eyes wide.

"Told you," Tommy says, crossing his arms. He wasn't a liar. There's something wrong with Fundy.

"Are you a monster?" Tommy asks.

Silence.

Then, "Ah."

"Good," Tommy says, " 'cause I beat up monsters, so I'd have to beat you up if you were."

"You can't beat up a baby ," Ranboo says, scandalized.

Tommy rolls his eyes. "Can too if he's a monster."

"Well, he's not," Tubbo points out and Fundy 'ah's again.

"Are you magic?" Tommy asks.

Two 'ah's. Tommy flaps his hands excitedly.

"Where did you come from? How'd you get in Wilbur's belly? How'd you get here ?" he asks.

"You gotta ask yes or no questions, stupid," Tubbo says.

Two 'ah's from the traitorous baby.

----

Extras:

Fundy cries like no baby Phil has ever seen.

Babies cry all the time, surely, but he's never heard of a baby crying like Wilbur's soon.

He doesn't cry like he should. He makes quick, sharp little shouting noises to let his father know he needs something.

The doctors had admitted it odd, but seen nothing terribly off about it.

...

Fundy cries and cries like no baby Phil has ever met. Wilbur, at least, cried with purpose. He cried when he was hungry, or when he was tired, or when he needed his diaper changed, or when he wanted to be held.

Fundy cries in the night, and only in the night. He makes quick little shouting noises during the 

"What if there's something wrong with him?" Wilbur asks for the seventeenth time.

"The doctors said he was fine,"

Wilbur's two-year-old has PTSD.

His grandson, two years of age, has a trauma-based condition that will affect him for the rest of his life.

No one, not even the therapist who diagnoses him, can tell them why.

...

"Do you remember dying?" Philza's four-year-old grandson asks, coloring distractedly.

"Do I remember dying?" Phil checks. Fundy nods, sitting up to look him in the eyes.

...

"My limbo was a lake," Fundy tells his dad one day, "I was drowning, and you wouldn't turn around to save me. You didn't want me anymore."

Wilbur barely has time to panic-dial Philza before locking himself in a closet upstairs and breaking down worse than he has in years.

"Who would have told him?" Wilbur asks later, "Where did he hear about it?"

"Kids are perceptive, mate," his dad tells him, "He probably heard one of us whispering and drew some dots together. He's a smart kid."

"I didn't mean to make you cry," Fundy says the minute Wilbur walks back into the living room. He sounds exhausted.

"It's alright," Philza says, "We just can't be making jokes about Limbo again, alright?"

Fundy hits his fists against the table.

"I wasn't joking," he says, frustrated.

"We can't make stories about it either," Phil says.

"You don't believe me," Fundy says, but he doesn't sound surprised.

"No," Phil agrees, "I don't believe you."

A normal five-year-old would get upset.

"You never do," Fundy says instead, shrugging. "I always expect you to change your answer, but you're the only one who never does."

"I don't believe you either, for what it's worth," Technoblade says, coming back into the living room.

"Not this time," Fundy says, like he's agreeing.

"But I will later?" Techno asks.

"Probably," Fundy says, shrugging, "Chat usually convinces you."

Fundy changes one day.

Wilbur, already in therapy and diagnosed with a prominent anxiety disorder, immediately assumes that he's losing his mind.

"My son can recite Oddessy," he tells his therapist, "He reads bits of it to me evey night, when I tuck him into bed."

"That's good. isn't it?" she asks.

"He's two years old," Wilbur says, looking her dead in the eyes, "and he's never read the Oddessy."

There's a period of time where his therapist considers removing Fundy from the home, but his anxieties yield results.

Fundy, in his two-year-old glory, can in fact recite texts he could never have feasibly seen.

...

Technoblade isn't ignoring Fundy, or at least isn't ignoring Fundy because of something the kid did, but he admits that he hasn't exactly been the best uncle.

Fundy is seven now and has probably spent more time with the neighbors than he has with his father's twin.

So, it's more than a little surprising when, at two in the morning in the pouring rain, Fundy arrives on his doorstep.

"Where the fuck is Wilbur?" Dream asks groggily.

"Do you remember dying?" Fundy asks him instead of answering.

Technoblade considers him.

"Come inside."

They settle in the living room and Dream wraps the seven-year-old in a blanket.

And he says he isn't going domestic.

Technoblade, at least, has embraced the frankly inevitable change that comes with outliving all of your problems.

"You asked if I remembered dying," Technoblade says, "Why are you interested?"

"My Limbo was a lake," Fundy says like he's talking about the weather, "and I was tied to a stone and tossed off a dock."

Dream sighs. "Fundy, I know stories are fun, but--"

"No," Fundy says angrily, suddenly half a step from tears, "You don't get to do this to me. You don't get to, Dream."

"Tell me more about the Limbo," Technoblade says. He's willing to let Fundy dig himself a hole of lies until he spits out the truth, if that's what the kid wants to do.

"It was cold," Fundy says, "But I liked it."

"You liked being cold?" Dream asks, settling into the conversation.

Fundy frowns. "I couldn't feel my toes," he says, "and the water filled me up."

"How did it feel?"

"Like honey. It was thick, and hard to breathe. It didn't burn like in real life though."

"Water burns in real life?"

"When you breathe it, yeah. It's pretty painful."

"What did you really come here to talk about, Fundy?" Dream asks and Fundy frowns.

"I wanted to say goodbye," he admits, "I know you're going home soon."

"What are you talking about?" Dream asks.

"Back to your real world," Fundy clarifies.

"Fundy," Technoblade says sharply, "who said that? Who did you hear talking about that?"

Something like betrayal crosses over the seven-year-old's face.

"You don't believe me," he says ,distraught, "Why did you ask me if you don't even believe me?"

...

"I killed him," the seven-year-old says, "The same way you killed Dream and the Blood God killed Technoblade."

Techno looks at him sharply.

...

"Sometimes, I think about dying," Fundy says, coloring his homework distractedly.

On the couch, Granpa Philza chokes.

"What--uhm, what do you mean by that, mate?" Philza asks.

"What do you mean, little dude?" Tubbo asks, turning from his book.

Fundy shrugs. "It's kind of hard to be alive," he says honestly.

"That's..." Tommy trails off, seemingly at a loss.

"How come?" Tubbo asks, because he was pretty sure Fundy was doing pretty well for a seven-year-old. If it weren't for the serious expression on the kid's face, he'd probably assume it was a joke.

"I dunno," Fundy says, "Like, I know nobody really wanted me to be here, and I can't tell dad because he already thinks he's crazy."

"Wilbur thinks he's crazy?" Tommy asks. Fundy huffs.

"He did, when I showed up."

"When you were born?" Tubbo asks.

...

"No," Fundy says, like their being very stupid, "when I died."

"You died?" Tommy asks, confused.

"My Limbo was a lake," he says, "

...

"Wilbur doesn't know who my dad is," Fundy says one morning while Phil cuts an apple for him.

Philza nods. "He doesn't."

...

"Can I have that?" Fundy asks, pointing to Tommy's copy of The Art of War.

"What for?" Tommy asks, "You're three. You can't read."

"Bet," Fundy says and he snatches the book, pretending to read it. It's kind of adorable, actually.

Technoblade, like a moth to a flame, enters the living room.

"The Art of War," he says, noting the book in Fundy's hands, "Good taste."

"This is dumb," Fundy complains and Technoblade frowns, clearly betrayed, "It's literally just about how to do war."

"What did you think it would be about?" Technoblade asks dryly and  Tommy laughs.

After a minute, Fundy perks up.

"I like that line," he says, "'All warfare is based on deception.' I wanna frame that in my room."

"You can actually read?" Tommy asks and Fundy says, "I told you I could. I wasn't lying."

"You're three," Tommy  stresses, "Why the fuck are you reading the Art of War?"

"Cause it was there," Fundy says, "Duh."

...

"Fundy?" Dream asks, eyeing the three-year-old suspiciously.

"Yeah?" the kid says, raising an eyebrow and mimicking his dubious expression to a T. Last he checked, three-year-olds don't do that.

"Are you going to hurt anyone?"

Ranboo looks at Dream weirdly, which is fair, but Fundy puts his crayons down seriously.

"I'm gonna try really hard not to," he says, "I'm not gonna be evil."

"I feel like I'm missing something," Ranboo says, wringing his hands nervously, "Did something happen?"

"You didn't forget," Fundy says and Ranboo nods.

"Oh, that's good," he says, "Are you guys playing pretend?"

...

Fundy is not a normal kid.

For a long time, Wilbur shoves aside the voice that whispers this.

In fact, until Fundy starts Kindergarten, Wilbur forgets about it completely.

He brings his son to a weekly group for kids of single parents and Fundy and a boy he calls HBomb play together for an hour and a half at the Community Center.

Fundy doesn't really hang out with the other kids, instead preferring to play with HBomb, who he dubs his best friend. He gets nervous and unusually soft-spoken around the other kids, like he's walking on eggshells.

Wilbur doesn't want to worry about it because all of the other parents of older kids assure him that having trouble making new friends is a fairly standard stage in development.

Still, it's a bit early for Fundy to be worried so much and Wilbur's hopes that the Soot anxiety had skipped a generation dwindles.

It's a bit early, even for Wilbur's family curse, and that's the thing with Fundy.

He hits almost every milestone off by a centimeter.

He doesn't talk until he's ten months old, but he starts with sentences.

...

Fundy is a perfectionist.

It's something Wilbur has been trying to break since he first noticed it, when his son was just ten months old.

He's lived the life of a perfectionist before, to the extreme, and he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy, let alone his son.

...

"Fundy isn't getting along with the other kids in class," Wilbur says.

"They're babies," Fundy says, but it isn't said meanly.

...

"Uncle Techo?" Fundy asks, setting his crayons down. Tommy tries not to groan. He hates serious talks.

Technoblade humms and Tommy

...

There's something wrong with Fundy.

Like, actually, really wrong with Fundy.

Unfortunately, Tommy had promised to be evil and mean to Fundy, so no one's listening to him.

...

"Do you think Michael would get along with Fundy?" Wilbur asks, idly stirring his tea. Bags weigh heavy on his eyes and if it weren't for the ungodly enthusiasm he'd used to drag Tubbo out of his house for a "my kid's potentially the antichrist" support brunch, he might be worried.

Tubbo considers the children in question.

"Fundy's a little old to be hanging out with Michael," he notes, "But I don't think they'd hate each other or anything."

Wilbur frowns. "Fundy hasn't really been playing with kids his age. He's been hanging out with the kids in nursery school, apparently."

"Huh."

"Yeah. His teachers keep calling in conferences, but he's not really interested in hanging out with his class. Do you think I should be worried about it?"

Tubbo humms. "Socializing is important," he says, "But it's not surprising he's getting on better with younger kids."

Wilbur sighs, sipping his drink.

"I'm worried," the man says and Tubbo huffs a laugh.

"Are you ever not?" he asks and Wilbur smothers a grin.

"Probably not," the man admits, "But it's just...It's like he's something else, sometimes."

Tubo quirks an eyebrow.

"I know we made this group as a joke, but sometimes I'm actually worried about him."

"Did something happen?" Tubbo asks.

"He's been getting these night terrors," Wilbur says, "It's like he doesn't know where he is at all. Sometimes I'll find him in the yard just digging with his fingers."

[joltsreviews]

10 minute daily sketch

5/17

OMG a Predacon!

Starscream landed on a not too friendly planet

Wish I had more time to give Terragator some teeth

#sketch #dailysketch #drawing #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #starscream #predacon

[enbypandamonium]

They Say The First Legion is the Hardest!

Today I declare victory!

A little overexposed but I'm too excited to wait for daylight! This is 1000pts of Shaltari painted, shaded, and battle-ready.

The roster includes

3 arrowhead gravtanks

3 kukri aa gravtanks

3 tomahawk gravtanks

4 bases of braves

1 daimyo commander

3 ronin warsuits

2 haven terragates

1 puma sonic warstrider

5 eden gates

I have plenty more to do but this feels like a huge win!

[newspecies]

🤥 all the gods

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Mazgomoth - maz doesnt have a whole lot of REASON to lie, mostly because it's a hermit that doesn't have very many people to lie to, but if it had to it would state the lie with the same matter of fact-ness it does everything else. but if it was sitting or laying down at the time, it would fidget with its wings a little more than usual. The other gods know this tell, but the Dusk does not.

Loom - Loom is the PERFECT liar he loves to lie for fun, he thinks its so funny. his tell WOULD be that he's smiling the whole time but he's already smiling a lot so it's not noticeable at all. when he's lying to another god though he interrupting himself to laugh, so the others see through his shit all the time.

Kane - another perfect liar! unlike Loom, Kane can actually lie to the other gods and he WILL use this to his advantage. he doesn't have a tell.

Ifer - Ifer is fairly good just because interacting with mortals so often means they HAVE to lie a lot. Their tell is that they start licking their lips more than normal.

Creechur - Creechur wants to lie sooooo bad. unfortunately (or fortunately) he is very bad at it. He gets nervous and starts stuttering a whole lot. before Infallis being stolen from him, he was much more confident in general and was a fairly good liar. now though, he worries more.

Jack - Jack hates lying so much that if he tries he has to interrupt himself halfway through to tell the truth. the idea of spreading FALSE knowledge eats him up inside.

Arcane - has no tells because lying is kind of her whole thing. She loves when people don't know things <3

Pyxis and Cyphi - like Loom, these two think lying is sooo fun and so have a similar tell. while one is lying, the other is giggling the whole time (when theyre not saying things simultaneously anyway).

Terrag - just like a dream, Terrag can lie to you but later after you realize they were lying, the lie was way too weird to believe in the moment so you dont even know how they managed it.

Ran - Ran and Flee are a little weirder because their personalities are harder to pin down but I think Ran would be a good liar if she did have a set personality. She's a stalking predator, she can hide the truth.

Flee - Flee is the same. prey animals are accustomed to hiding and pretending to be something else.

[titou-nz]

Vallée des Rois, Tombeau Ramsès 6 - Égypte

Exploration de la vallée

La région de la vallée est un des principaux domaines d'exploration pour les égyptologues des deux derniers siècles. Auparavant, pendant l'Antiquité, le secteur a été un site touristique, en particulier à l'époque de la Rome antique.

Cette zone illustre les changements dans l'étude de l'Égypte antique, au départ chasse aux antiquités puis finissant par des fouilles scientifiques de la nécropole thébaine.

Antiquité

Les écrivains en grec ancien, Strabon (Ier siècle avant notre ère) et Diodore de Sicile (Ier siècle) rapportent qu'il existe quarante-sept tombes royales thébaines, dont seulement dix-sept ne sont pas détruites à leur époque. Pausanias le Périégète et d'autres écrivains remarquent des couloirs dans la vallée, qui ne peuvent être que des tombes.

D'autres personnes visitent la vallée à ces époques et des graffitis laissés par ces anciens touristes ornent beaucoup de tombes. Plus de deux mille graffitis ont été dénombrés, essentiellement en grec et latin et un petit nombre en phénicien, chypriote, lycien et copte. La majorité de ces anciens graffitis ont été trouvés dans KV9, qui en contient environ un millier. Le plus ancien graffiti date du IIIe siècle avant notre ère.

Dix-huitième siècle

Avant le XIXe siècle, voyager d'Europe jusqu'à Thèbes (et d'une manière générale, en Égypte) est difficile, couteux et prend du temps. Seuls les voyageurs européens les plus courageux la visitent.

D'ailleurs, avant les voyages de Claude Sicard en 1726, la localisation de Thèbes est imprécise. Située sur le Nil, elle est souvent confondue avec Memphis ou avec d'autres sites. Un des premiers voyageurs attestant avoir vu Thèbes est Frédéric Louis Norden, artiste et aventurier danois. Il est suivi par Richard Pococke qui publie la première carte moderne de la vallée en 1743.

Expédition française

En 1799, lors de la campagne d'Égypte de Bonaparte, l'expédition scientifique (et en particulier Vivant Denon) dessine les cartes et les plans des tombes connues. La vallée de l'ouest est explorée pour la première fois, Jean-Baptiste Prosper Jollois et Édouard de Villiers du Terrage y localisent la tombe WV22 d'Amenhotep III. La Description de l'Égypte contient deux volumes (sur un total de vingt-quatre) concernant la zone autour de Thèbes.

[lesdomainesquimontentbourges]

🍷 Let’s goo le mois du blanc c’est maintenant un carton de rouge acheté un carton de blanc offert. Découvrez Filou & Loustic, le duo écolo ! Ces 2 compères ont un terrain de jeu sauvage, vert, qui respire la nature. Cette nouvelle gamme de vins BIO, disponible en rouge, & blanc est à leur image : elle respire le raisin et la nature qui l’entoure. Le rouge est flatteur, il vous plonge dans les fruits noirs. Le blanc est frais, vif et gourmand. Ce Valençay rouge les Terrajots célèbre une parcelle historique de vigne de notre village. De mémoire d'anciens, il y a toujours eu de la vigne à cet endroit. Ce lieu-dit était à l'époque médiévale soumis à une taxe supplémentaire : le terrage. Mais la principale particularité de cette parcelle tient à sa couverture pédologique : sur le sous-sol de tuffeau jaune, rare en Val de Loire, se développe un sol argilo-calcaire chaud, drainant, couvert de cherts (nodules solicieux). Ainsi les vignes s'épanouissent et la maturité y est exceptionnelle, générant des vins élégants et fins. Le terroir du Valençay, et tout particulièrement ces parcelles riches en silex blond ou rouge, est idéal pour la production de vin blanc équilibré et aromatique. Le Sauvignon révèle ici son côté aérien et le Chardonnay son caractère enveloppant. Chèvrefeuille rappelle la légèreté et la puissance des arômes fleuris du printemps mais aussi l'avènement d'une saison, d'une rencontre entre deux cépages... d'une cuvée. https://www.instagram.com/p/CoIh4htohV0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[palaciosworks]

HERE COMES TERRAGATOR

[blueikeproductions]

A Skold comic where she attempts to make more Shellformers in an effort to break out on to her own. Was thinking about making it into a small trilogy in her attempts to build an army.

[ask-the-toy-box]

Turtles!

[jazzluca]

Di coccodrilli, alligatori ed affini o presunti tali ^^ #transformers #transformersg1 #transformersgenerations #transformerstoys #transformerswfc #transformerswarforcybertron #transformersearthrise #beastwars #beastwarsfuzors #allicon #titansreturn #skullcruncher #megatron #actionmasters #gatoraider #terragator #hasbrocommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/CHPlroOAz_-/?igshid=lrcd97nb7m1u

[desirae-dpaauctions]

2012 Terragator TG7300 located in Humboldt, IA in on our 2.23 auction. Click --> https://lnkd.in/gjJJiqf and start bidding today! . . . . . . #agriculture #agricultureequipment #iowa #onlineauctions #farming #farmequipment #equipment #heavymachinery #floaters #terragator https://www.instagram.com/p/CLUyt-BHrAS/?igshid=1jzpf9hca5qf3

[lindahall]

Edouard Devilliers du Terrage – Scientist of the Day

Edouard Devilliers du Terrage, a French topographic engineer, was born Apr. 26, 1780.  

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[shrowdly]

doodles of the gods

[newspecies]

since im thinking about them heres a list of the gods from most "human" (as this is a furry world, every time i say human just remember that its just the best word for this. but i am imagining funny animals.) to least human:

Creator/Ifer - most human, spends most of his time around mortals. admires their creativity and tries their best to encourage it.

Bite/Kane - also spends most of his time around mortals, mostly manipulating them. he not kind or compassionate by any metric, but he does think very much like a human, just not a very good one.

Loom/Light Barrier - he would deny it, but he has very very human emotions and reactions to things. hes jealous, gets pissy when things dont go his way, and gets bored very easily. that last line of Kane's applies to Loom as well.

Eyes/Jack - basically just people watches all day every day. he has dedicated a lot of his time to understanding how mortals think and as a result has begun thinking a bit like one himself.

Creechur/Scavenger - he also spends a lot of his time people watching, but only because he has nothing else to do. he isnt really trying to understand them at all, its just a side effect.

Terrag/Dreamer - because his domain is the mind, he has a very good understanding of mortals, but he doesnt try to act or think like one at all. he is compassionate and pulls mortals out of their nightmares and into his own dreams, but his dreams tend to frighten the average person. you know that one post about eldritch horror and the ant? yeah its like that.

Mazgomoth/Monster - because it watches over all its domain, it cannot afford to like one of its children more than another. as a result, it thinks on the bigger picture and nothing else. mortals are ants to it, but like in a guy keeping pet ants in a terrarium kind of way. they all kind of blend together but that doesn't mean it doesnt love them.

Ran/Hunter & Flee/Hunted - theyre so caught up in their game of chase that they rarely if ever interact with mortals. because of this, they tend to be rather inconsistent and abstract, hence changing forms regularly and representing so many different things.

The Fears aren't on this list because im reworking them but they would probably go between Mazgomoth and Ran and Flee.

[microcosme11]

[André] Dutertre was neither a scientist nor an archaeologist; he was a very skillful artist who drew, then engraved, a large number of ancient monuments for the Description de l'Egypte. He also drew a series of portraits of members of the Egyptian expedition. The following anecdote shows how much he cared about this collection of portraits. When Degenettes returned from the Syrian expedition, he asked him: — How is so-and-so doing? — He died... — Devil! it's a pity, I didn’t get his portrait. And so and so? — He died too! —That guy, it’s okay, I have his.

Journal et souvenirs sur l'expédition d'Égypte : 1798-1801 by É. de Villiers du Terrage. Link