#armadillo shoe

[astral-ii]

i could never hate an armadillo shoe. ever

[armadillo-arts]

[art backlog: april 2, 2024]

redraw of that one dana huntlow post, except i accidentally drew it on the any sport in a storm anniversary/huntlow day. i’m still impressed with myself for that

ft the hc that hunter borrows stringbean, ghost, or owlbert for flyer derby until he carves waffle <3

[fashionistasparadise]

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[simplywrong]

I made part two of the useless superpowers because why not?

Added a few new drivers too

Max - can summon lighting which strikes exactly 23 centimeters (about 9 inches for my imperial system folks) ahead of the target but can't cause damage to anything (yes, even in water) which makes him angry Yuki - can turn his emotions into flowers (but they all die shortly after and of course before anyone can see) Charles - can play imaginary piano in the air but only he and his dog can hear it Lewis - can make the earth shake but only with the strenght of a weakly shaken table Oscar - can see beyond time and space but no one believes him (idk, his calmness amazes me) Lando - can offend people without really trying (or knowing he offended someone for that matter)

George - you can see future in his eyes but you'll get distracted by the impossible colour Kimi A. - can turn into a little armadillo that's always curled up into a little shiny ball Alex - can talk to cats but they always (and only) insult him Carlos - has magical hair that are incapable of looking bad Fernando - can spontaneously combust into cold flames for about 5 seconds and then rise from the ashes like a phoenix but always a few milimeters shorter (a cycle to repeat until he is the size of a fairy) Lance - can stand in a crowd and not be seen at all despite being tall Isack - can turn his smile into a warm beam but all is does is delicately tickle the recipient (just like a ray of sunshine on your skin) Liam - can sense what Helmut is thinking without knowing his location (it does help that it's mostly racist slurs 'on a good day') Esteban - has the ability to bite through metal but only if it's thinner than a knife edge Oliver - can turn his nervousness into electricity but the power is too low to charge anything Nico H. - can make the weights in gym (and gym only) weight more Gabriel - can shapeshift into any other driver on the grid but his voice and height stays the same Pierre - can make stuff levitate but only if they weight less than his left shoe and are in arm's reach distance (he hoped that shaving his hair would help incrase the power but it didn't) Jack - can sense Flavio coming his way and disappear into thin air when he gets close enough Nico R. - has the ability to appear in the background of any Lewis's track interviews Checo - can summon iguanas at will but they only sit on his head and do nothing Mark - can sense what Sebastian is doing and judge if it will annoy him without knowing where he is Jenson - has the infinite patience to work with annoying coworkers (you know what I mean) with only mid eye-rolls Sebastian - has the ability to cause chaos without even trying (he just appears and the chaos already awaits him) Kimi R. - can turn into ice block when he doesn't want to talk to you

[graves-yard]

Okay so I'm quite curious so

When u did ur own designs for sonic characters mighty for example what was your thought process?

Also, how many concepts did u make before settling on final design?

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Uhhh well. I guess my thought process is how I can mend the real animal they are based on with the canon design they have. And then some added flavors like cherry or vanilla.

I also have a strong sense on how things look in my style. Mighty for example is an armadillo. So if I were to draw an armadillo alone like not the character, I make the scaley skin and hard shell, the little pig nose, and the wispy hairs. So looking at the canon design, how can I translate that.

I adjusted where his ears would go, gave him a long little snout, and a more visible and big tail. I still kept his newer shoes and gloves designs (kinda), the harsh brow shape, and all the colors.

After that is when I add flare. He’s got variety in shades on his shell/scales or whatever it is idk actually, and also little claws like his base animal. I also have this little thing I enjoy doing with Sonic and Amy too where if they have different colored arms, I like to blend that into their bellies to make an interesting flow.

I usually don’t make a lot of different designs first. Usually how I do things is that I’ll adjust them through time and how often I draw them. Like Amy I adjusted the most. I tried keeping pretty canon with coloring and shape language at first, but then I started thinking “but I like it like this a little more” and changed it up.

Here’s a ref I haven’t posted (it’s old now anyways lol) and my newest drawing of her as example.

Quite a few things changed as I drew her more and find a good rhythm.

[dipndops]

Here are my parts for the Detective Conan Yoshio Urasawa MEP hosted by @marshmallowgoop!!

Go check out the project if you haven't yet to see all the fun things everyone did for their parts c:

Okay, now for a lot of rambling!

Part 3: Episode 1,010: “The Idol Whose Smile Disappeared”

I really wanted to pick a part and episode that lined up lyrically so I was glad that I could pair part 3 with this episode! For this part, I wanted to follow the story of Kayoko who is struggling from success as an idol (at least from the perspective of Futoshi the officer).

To match with the lyrics, I wanted to pick clips where Kayoko was stressing over her career and eventually finding confidence again. I knew I had to add the scene where she was pelted with (I think?) makeup sponges by her idolmates. That scene was super over the top and I think definitely sells the weird factor for this episode.

In the episode there are two separate shots showing her bright red shoes, one during a scene where Kayoko is crying and another when she is confidently striding outside. Initially I wanted to have the separate shoe scenes transition into each other but couldn't make it work the way I intended. Instead I wanted to keep with the theming by altering the colors of the first few clips to a monochrome red. Then, when we transition to a much happier Kayoko, we see the red shoes but in a brighter, colorful environment, reframing the symbolism of the color.

Part 9: Episode 976: “Follow Them! Detective Taxi”

Now this part has way less thought put into telling a story and instead I wanted to focus on how weird this episode is. This was the first part I worked on for the project so I was learning a lot about video effects.

For the first half of the part, I wanted to have the slide transitions to match Conan and Kogoro running around, emphasizing how hectic everything is.

With the middle section I wanted the energy of the clips to slow down at "don't wreck your brain." Sort of like Conan and Kogoro pausing to get a reality check of everything.

Then for the last section the energy is ramped up again because guess what, armadillo.

This was a super fun project and I'm happy I got to join it! I've never made AMVs before and only done very minimal video editing prior to this so I definitely learned a lot. Also, I haven't gotten to the newer episodes of Detective Conan yet, let alone any of the Urasawa episodes. It was such a tonal whiplash after I just finished an intense arc in the 400s and jumped over to watch these episodes lmao

Anyways, thank you again MarshmallowGoop for hosting! I had a blast working on this c:

[kickingitwithkirk]

Paschal Moon 2.0 -1/2

Summary: Jensen finds love the second time around can be bumpier than an armadillo-laden roadway in Texas.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Fiancé!Reader

WC: 2120

Warnings: fair amount of drinking and flangst, relationships are hard, insecurities, cursing, sexy teasing, arguments, family issues, reader still saying shit like me IRL

*Please read Paschal Moon first. This story is a continuation of it.

A/N: It's been a minute since I've been up to writing after Covid kicked my arse, but I had this sequel idea bouncing around and splitting into two parts.

A/N II: I based readers home on this property I’d love to live on in Utley, Tx

A/N III: This is a work of fiction, and no intentional disrespect to the real-life persons contained within.

Square Filled: @jacklesversebingo -“I’ll always take care of you as long as you need me” in bold @j3bingo -Foreplay

*Moldavite

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no Beta-all mistakes are mine

*photos found online

The screen doors creaking made Jensen look up from the sheet music he was working on and saw his fiancée couldn't help but smile. Six months ago, he was so deep in divorce drama that it was providence meeting this nerd-hot astronomy professor who lives in the boonies.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, sitting his guitar on the couch, expecting her to reciprocate, but she just walked through the kitchen door. Okay, that’s not good, Jensen thought. Crossing the main room, he found Y/N’s messenger bag lying on the floor, her jacket carelessly tossed on top, and shoes kicked in opposite directions.

Jensen heard a cabinet door slam shut in the shoebox-sized kitchen as he gathered the items and placed them in their usual spots before entering the kitchen to find Y/N leaning against the old butcher block countertop with a finger crooked in a bottle of Fireball Whiskey's handle, chugging it like an old moonshiner made him remark, “Guess you've had a day.”

Pulling off she bitterly responds: “It’s been crapdamntastic. And how was yours, dear?” This shocks her fiancé. Y/N never called him that, once saying the endearment had a negative connotation from her childhood when she suddenly stomped off. When the hundred-year-old farmhouse’s pipes rattle, it snaps Jensen out of it, and, like the last time Y/N had guzzled that much alcohol too fast, he sees the trail of clothes left in her wake.

Now concerned, he gathered the articles and deposited them in the bath hamper. “Gonna tell me what set you off this time?”

A very unladylike snort came from behind the shower's glass door, “Check your phone.” He retrieved it from the charger in the bedroom and plopped on the large bed, thumbing through multiple missed text stops at the one from his manager marked urgent opens the included link. “Wha…Motherfucker!”

In an exclusive interview, OTH star Danneel Ackles reveals the real reason her ex-husband, Supernatural's Jensen Ackles, deserted his family.

A bath sheet-wrapped Y/N sat down cross-legged, facing Jensen as he continually tugged a hand through his long hair while reading the article full of falsehoods. Jensen suddenly dropped his phone and reached for the bottle copied her earlier chugging, “You know those paparazzi that've been harassing since Inks Lake?”

Jensen acknowledges, remembering the night a few weeks ago when Y/N’s astronomy class took a field trip, secretly arranging to take her camping instead (something he wouldn’t normally do on a dare) and proposed during the celestial event.

“Well, today, they got into the auditorium during my lecture and began shouting those derogatory accusations from that piece when several of my students took it upon themselves to intervene. Long story short, I’m on unpaid leave until the school finishes its inquiry.” His following words this is my fault made Y/N snap. “Oh, the hell you say! You’re absofuckinglutley not at fault here! Danneel acting like a snake in the grass!”

“Danneels pissed because,” but Jensen didn’t finish, instead guzzling on the last of the bottle.

“Because beg-a-bitch badly miscalculated you’d come crawling back and trying to save face! Peaches, I knew being together would have bumps, but this?” She points to his phone, “Face facts, Jensen. Your ex is a Regina George who’s gone too damn far covering her swamp ass!” Jensen sputtered on the cinnamon whiskey burning down the wrong pipe, “Swamp ass?”

“Urban Dictionary, page two, definition four.”

Jensen began to speak, but Y/N placed her fingers against his plump lips. “You’ve always been inclined to let a lotta crap slide to keep the peace because she’s the mother of your children. But Jensen, it’s time to redraw the boundaries of what is acceptable and what’s not ‘cause I don’t want your kids to grow up with resentments like I have towards mine.”

“Ohhh my god! Keep giving it to me just like this Peaches!” 

Y/N, sucking on her fingers, moaned in ecstasy, then pulled them out with an obscene pop before reaching for another slab of the ribs Jensen fixed in the outdoor smoker. “Good thing we’re not in public; otherwise, you’d get an obscenity charge.”

“It was one time, and I got off with a warning.” She cheekily remarks, “Besides, my meat man deserves props.” Jensen’s fair skin flushed; his tell when embarrassed but also when aroused makes Y/N grin and tease him by sucking the bones clean.

“Y/N, I wanted to talk about something, and don’t take this the wrong way.” Jensen takes a long swig of his beer before tackling the tricky subject. “Since we’re staying with my family for dad’s birthday, could you tone it down? Your personality can be a bit much.” Y/N got that expression, which he still wasn’t sure how to interpret.

“Calling me extra, that’s rich, considering your profession is full of fake people.” Jensen suppressed his automatic response. “Y/N, it’s just my parents; they’re very conservative.” She dropped her uneaten ribs and sat back.

“I might’ve grown up po-dunk,” her tone signals he’s close to stepping over the line. “But I know how to act around those types; otherwise, I wouldn’t have my position at UT Austin, let alone be headhunted by SpaceX for their new facility coming to Texas!” The flash of surprise crossing Jensen’s face didn’t slow Y/N down. “Would working for Elon Musk be acceptable to the high-fluttering Ackles clan? Or do they consider his personality a bit much?”

Hitting his limit, Jensen’s near-perfect features morphing into I’m done with your shit expression irked her more.

“You know what? We’re a couple of liquorlip loaded guns and better table this conversation till capable of being civil. Thank you for dinner, it was delicious.” Y/N gets up and grabs the rest of the six-pack. “I’m gonna polish these off in the guest house.”

“This is your house.”

“I know.“ Y/N says, twirling her engagement ring around her finger. “Kinda hoping sleeping alone in my bed will clarify whether you had a holy fuck, I’m over forty and single again moment and jumped the gun proposing or really ready for this life with me.” She laid the ring on the table before Jensen, and staggering slightly down the porch steps, disappeared into the moonless night.

Jensen was sitting on the kitchen banquette, watching the ancient oak leaves dance on the breeze through the window, when Y/N padded in barefoot, clad in one of his T-shirts, damp hair hanging loosely down her back, and no makeup.

God, he loved how she rocked the all-natural look, so different from Danneel, who always had to be camera-ready, watches Y/N sleepily fumble around, realizing the kettle was already heated, she added the tea diffuser, steeping it before pouring it into an oversized mug.

She shuffles and plops across from him, leaning on an elbow, waiting for Jensen to speak. “It wasn’t a knee-jerk reaction. You are the person I want to be with for the rest of my life.”

“Why?”

That one-word question hung in the air because Jensen knew what Y/N wanted.

It wasn’t the usual platitudes of I love you or can’t live without you. She wanted him to be open, raw, vulnerable, something he always had trouble with, exposing his innermost self.

“Figured after a decade in the industry, I had a grasp of how to tell fake people from real ones. I believed I knew Danneel because we’d been friends. Then she kissed me in Ten Inch Hero and we,” Y/N quirked an eyebrow as he ran a hand through his long hair, “I knew her boyfriend but did all my thinking with the wrong head. It wasn’t my finest moment.”

Jensen picked up the mug he’d already drunk and refilled it. “Looking back, I realized there were signs; our normal banter changed at some point. It was stupidly easier to ignore our issues in Vancouver or at cons.” Y/N remains quiet, so Jensen wouldn’t stop opening the hurt box and acknowledging the truth.

“I let Danneel manipulate me, thinking she supported my career by encouraging me to take on more roles. After getting pregnant with JJ, said she wanted to move back to Texas to be closer to family. Then pushing for more kids, ignoring what I wanted, to secure her position. And the other duplicity’s to get financial support for whatever project interested her.”

Jensen didn’t notice Y/N sliding across the seat beside him as he buried his face in his hands, “I've been her lifelong meal ticket. How could I have been so fucking stupid?!”

“Jensen, you aren’t stupid, you were in love. And some marriages work better with a bit of separation. What’s making me hella pissed is Grade A Cunt going around acting like butter wouldn’t melt and blaming you for her cheating!”

Y/N softens her approach, “Those weeks you didn’t call, figured you lost my number cause you’re another Hollyweird dickwad who didn’t wanna get caught with Ms. one-foot outta the trailer park.” Jensen shook his head, “I wouldn’t have taken you bar hopping to the ones I frequent if being seen together was the real problem. Why didn’t I call,” he shook his head again. “I didn’t know how to respond to you crashing through my insecurities like a…”

“Two by four in a tornado?”

“Pretty accurate and disturbing description.”

“Peaches, wanna know what I see when I look at you?” Jensen turned toward her, eyes loaded with apprehension. “A guy who feels too much, so he hides behind this reserved veneer and Da Vinci perfect face, kinda like his alter ego.”

Jensen pushes the mug over and takes her hand, placing the ring back on her finger. “I don’t know how to be without you anymore, so do me a favor. Don’t take this off again, okay?”

“Okay,” she reaches up, cupping his bearded cheek, "Peaches, I’ll always take care of you as long as you need me. So, we done with this emotional colonic?” Jensen laughs and kisses her. “That’s my girl.” He then licked his lips, “How about heading back to bed? We have a few hours before picking up the kids.” Y/N got up taken both mugs to the sink.

“I guess, since my propensity to get laid is about to greatly diminish staying with your parents, the con, then you heading off to finish up The Winchesters afterwards.”

“You have the weirdest technique for enticing a guy, sweetheart.” Jensen’s T-shirt smacks him in the face, and he's about to give her what for is gobsmacked at a completely naked Y/N standing in the doorway striking a seductive pose.

“This technique work for you, Peaches?”

Jensen glances in the SUV's rearview mirror to see which of his kids are acting up. But Clif, without looking, knows what’s happening and loudly asked, “Do the adult children need a timeout?” The noise abruptly stops as Jared and Y/N point at each other and simultaneously say, “He/She started it!”

****

The trip ended up taking a lot longer due to road work slowing traffic on the way to dropping Jared and Clif off at the hotel, and Jensen was relieved to pull into his parents' driveway. Getting out, twisted his torso to loosen up tense back muscles froze when the squeals of mommy rang out, and heard Danneel say she was also staying for the weekend.

Y/N grabs Zeps's backpack before stomping to the vehicle's rear, and when Jensen rounds the SUV, he is greeted with obscenities that would make a sailor blush and luggage hitting concrete. “Sweetheart, I have no idea why Danneel is here...”

“Because I invited her,” Donna Ackles says from not three feet away, and Jensen becomes frosty.

“Mom, we discussed this. You knew I was introducing Y/N to the family this weekend.” Donna comes back with, “Just because you abandoned your marital oath doesn’t change the fact that Danneel's family. And I had assumed your friend would be staying at that hotel, too.”

“Well, you know what they say about assumptions, Mrs. Ackles.” Donna’s eyes widened at Y/N's flippant remark, “You are a very impudent!”

“No, ma’am, inviting your son's lying whore ex to stay in the same house without his knowledge, that’s impudent," Y/N retorts. “I’d bet the farm your intentions are to demonstrate to everyone how dime in a dollar store I seem next to Danneel, hoping Jensen will be embarrassed enough to send me packing. Hate to disappoint you, but I don’t intimidate easily. So,” She stepped into Donna personal space and, with hands on hips says…“Bring it on, Grandma.”

SPNTAGS:  @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva @lassie-bird  @nancymcl  @spnbaby-67 @leigh70 @b3autyfuld1sast3r

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies  @stoneyggirl2  @beabutterfly987   @smoothdogsgirl @deans-spinster-witch

[oshawottarchive]

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7]

More incorrect quotes yippee!

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Bdubs: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Tango: *crouches down*

Etho: *kneels down*

Skizz: *sits on the floor*

Bdubs:

Bdubs: I hate all of you

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Skizz: What are you getting Etho for the holidays?

Bdubs: I don’t know. It’s kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could’ve ever wanted when they married you. So I’m not sure yet

Tango: I’m getting Etho a divorce lawyer

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Impulse: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?

Zedaph: Strong

Tango: Weak

Skizz: An idiot

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Xisuma: Don’t break someone’s heart, they only have one

Keralis: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them

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Mumbo: Good morning

Pearl: Good morning

Bdubs: Good morning

Scar: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit

Joel: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

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Skizz: How did you even get in here?

Tango: BigB’s window! Or as I like to call it; “Tango’s door”!

BigB: I’m closing the window

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Tango: Hey guys, I found a 100 dollar bill!

Tango: *looks around* . . .Should I keep it?

Skizz: Tango, just do the right thing

BigB: And put it in your bag

Skizz: NO—

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Scar: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart

Grian: But I’m a kleptomaniac, so that doesn’t mean anything

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Scott: Breaking news, Jimmy has disappointed us yet again

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Ren: I’m cold

BigB: Here, take my hoodie

*meanwhile*

Pearl: I’m cold

Scott: Well damn, I can’t control the weather, now can I?

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Martyn: Pearl just said “I have an appetite for destruction” and then reached down and untied my shoe

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False: Hey do we have any more orange juice?

Joel: *pours the rest of the orange juice into his cup*

Joel: No

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Joel: I’m not like other girls. I’m way, way worse

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*at the zoo*

Scar: What are they in for?

Grian: Scar, this isn’t prison

Scar: So they can leave?

Grian: No-

Scar: *points at an armadillo* I bet that one murdered someone

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Cleo: What the hell kind of tea is this?

Scar: I boiled gatorade

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Scar: Okay, two person huddle

Grian: You can’t huddle with two people. This is just a hug

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Etho: Please Xisuma, I don’t speak meme! I don’t know what a “yeet” is!

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xB: Why do you keep a diary?

Joe: To keep secrets from my computer

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Xisuma: I am an expert at identifying birds

Joe: Okay, what about those ones over there?

Xisuma: Yup, they’re all birds

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[rock-and-roll-hell]

February 18, 1977

Rock And Roll Over Tour

Madison Square Garden - New York City

 "Stumbling in the darkness into a KIϟϟ concert, as this well-meaning observer did Friday at Madison Square Garden, might lead on directly to dire meditations on the decline of Western civilization. How else, after all, are we to interpret an entertainment that highlights a bass player spitting ‘blood’ atop a tower, surrounded by swirls of smoke and bathed in bilios green light, all the while dressed in a black leather and silver costume that makes him look like a diabolical armadillo? And the sight of this apparition evoking a dull, throaty roar of appreciation from the sold-out house, the cries of the multitude overlaid with the treble piping of a large pre-pubescent minority“ (New York Times, 2/20/77).

Ace was drunk at sound check, so Bobby McAdams filled in. The concert was billed as a 'Triumphant Return of the Conquering Heroes’. An after party was held at the Parc Swim & Health Club on 56th Street. The band showed up sans makeup and numerous guests were tossed into the pool, including Ace, who lost his shoes.

[vveltergeist]

Various Tarentus Headcanons, in no particular order:

• As an agri-world, Tarentus does a lot of dry farming. So, most of the yield like tomatoes, maize, and beans goes off world. But the natives cultivate cacti and prickly-pear for themselves (the rest of the Imperium doesn't find it palatable).

• "Wine" is made in Tarentus, but it's either a Tequila or Mezcal type spirit. So it's STRONG. Tarentus Wine is not for the faint of heart.

• Also, the natives make their own alcohol, a pulque type drink. Once again, not very palatable to the foreign taste. Mostly because of the slimy texture.

• Sooooo many delicacies. I'm talking Mesquite cakes, Quince cheese, Bird peppers, Pitaya, Rattlesnake consome! You name it. It's a badlands buffet over here.

• Since I imagine the place is all low brush and bramble, with the occasional crags and creeks, I'd say there's lots of hares and jackrabbits and small game: like armadillos and praire dogs.

• There's tons of coyotes and spiders and scorpions, too. But bigger and meaner because something something grim darkness and / or reverse island syndrome.

• Tarentine peoples are both very very zealous in their faith of the Emperor, while also being very locally superstitious and they often combine their folk beliefs into their worship. Yeah, they believe in the big guy on the golden throne and the primarchs. But also they ask their desert saints for small favors and easy summers when they can. (Multiculturalism win)

• Life in Tarentus is, by imperial standards, pretty alright. Yeah, you do have to work grueling hours toiling under the desert sun, meanwhile the nights are bone-chilling cold and full of the howling of coyotes, and sure, if you’re new you probably don't like the taste of roasted agave hearts garnished with red worm larvae, and of course, you could just get unlucky and fall over dead one day because you forgot to check for scorpions before putting on your shoes, but it could be worse! IT COULD ALWAYS BE WORSE.

• Because the enviroment is so harsh the people are close knit and they take care of each other. And when shit hits the fan, it's all hands on deck, even a few nobles and guardsmen get rotated in to dethorn some cacti or scare off coyotes.

It ain't much, but it's home

[beadmotion]

I saw this photo from an Alexander McQueen exhibition and had the urge to draw Hornet in armadillo shoes

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armadillo_shoe#/media/File:Platos_Atlantis_at_Savage_Beauty.jpg

[leonard-the-great]

where do you get your tap shoes and do you like pillbugs?

-lex

bzzzt bzzbz bzt bzzzzbzbzbz bzzt. bzzz bz bzzz bzztztt bzt bzzzzztzt bzzz bzbzbz bzzzt, bzzztzt bzztz! bzzz, bzzt bzzzzbzzbz bzzz bzt bzzzt bzzzt bz bzzzztztzt bz bzzzt bzbz. bzzzt Bzzt bzz bzzt bzzzzzzt bzzbz.

(most of the stuff i find is washed up ashore. very lucky that the minute i was considering abandoning my dreams of being a world famous tap dancer, they appeared! before, i had been using a makeshift pair i'd made with wood and rocks. definitely Not as good as the real deal.)

bzzt-bz? zzzz... bzzt bzz bz bzzt bzz, bzz bzzzt bzzbz bzzzt. bzzzzz, bzz bzt bzzzzt, bzzzt bz bzzztzt bzzz bzzzt bzzbz bzzzt!! bzzz bz bzzzt BZZZT bzz bzzzt bzzbz bzztzzt!!!!... bzztbz bzzzt, bzz bzzzt bzzbz bzzzt bzztz. bz bzzzt bzzzzzt bzzz bzt, bzzztztztz bzz bzt bzzz.

(pill-bugs? mmmm... if i can tell you a secret, i think they're a little stuck up. ooh, look at you, you can roll up into a ball when you feel threatened!! as if you DIDNT steal that from the armadillo!!!!... other than that, i guess i don't mind them. our paths don't cross too often, and i know the kids love playing with them)

[tellyourcatisaidpspsps]

Audhd Rage & Unwanted Touch: A Rant

I'm sorry, but when someone touches me, I want to shove my foot so far up their ass that the tip of my shoe grazes their brain stem and they are suddenly infused with the knowledge of how it feels.

This feeling overwhelms me. It's hard to control and I feel like I'm crazy but I just. hate. being. touched.

Like a thousand ants crawling on my skin--fire ants. I want to rip my skin off or just roll into an armadillo ball and get away from any more touching.

I hate it. It drives me batty and people don't respect my requests to not to be touched...because for some reason, in this society, 'I don't like it' isn't enough explanation.

Then, when I go into my Full Explanatory Speech Mode, they're put off and repulsed by my honesty. 🤨

You're only going to get one or the other with me. I don't understand. If 'no' isn't enough, but my tiresome explanation pisses you off, then what else should I do? Fucking tap dance?

Since this, my simple request, has somehow become all about you?

Fuck gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Fuck social conventions.

And most importantly, FUCK YOU, you disrespectful, neurotypical, touch-obsessed leeches!

What more do y'all neurotypicals want from us?

All I want is some damn peace.

[mikespice97]

Lady Gaga wearing McQueen armadillo shoes, 2015 🇺🇸

[squirrelmop]

I started with a quick line practice with fruits (orange??) and ended with armadillos being turned into juice/wearing shoes. There is nothing deep about it (I think) I just let my mind wander.

[crossed-worlds]

( @atangledfate continued from here)

He admitted...it was nice to see the city coming together like this. He still held no love for this place like Rebel and Renegade did however, he had been too young to remember what it was like before the Council was in place. All he had known was this miserable city and the even worse residents... Could you blame him for hating it so much he wanted to make a new, better world? Yes he went too far, he knew that now. He wouldn't try that again...

He wasn't surprised by the response the resistance members had to him. They had no reason to trust him, hell...Nine wouldnt trust himself either in their shoes. Then again....he rarely fully trusted anyone. However, when he heard a step behind him he put a hand out to signal that Matilda didn't need to get involved. The armadillo watched him and nodded, shifting her stance to a more relaxed posture as her cybernetic arms crossed. But her gaze didn't leave the fox, her job was to keep him in check...he wasnt fool enough to fight with her....even Nine knew that was less than ideal.

"The Grim is gone... it destabilized once everything else reformed." It had been a self punishment of sorts, he was hoping for non-existence.....but instead he wound up in a whole other world. "I don't intend to stay, just came to drop off seeds of the same plants that used to grow in this area according to my research. You have no reason to trust me, but...if you are serious about making this miserable city livable.....then you at the very least have my respect."

"Here." He pushed the container of the collected seeds and sprouts into the bat's hands before stepping back, averting his gaze. "Just take them."