#calicocantaloupe

[silverskye13]

I had a silly idea. Tanguish can purr, but it sounds like a sculk sensor.

"You were saying?"

"How did you do that?! How did you know I could do that? I didn't even know I could do that!"

[alienturnipp]

Final part of my 6 (and more) fanarts meme! Hope they came out well <3

From top to bottom: Lucky Hawke by @blue-eyes-white-privilege69 Celia Mac Tir-Cousland by @dauntless-necromancer Athel Lavellan by @calicocantaloupe Marian Hawke by @sillyliterature Fenya Hawke by @whiskynorocks

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[wonszuart]

@calicocantaloupe BEAN

An overanalization of a 3 second clip of the Ruin DCA for drawing references.

The ruin trailer - slowed and brightened clip - my design idea before the trailer came out (<- I'm still sad about this)

I loved doing the hand page :)

Now do whatever you want with this information I'm throwing at your faces.

If I find something new I'll update the post.

When the DLC comes out I'll probably do a character ref of the whole endo.

UPDATE MAY 28:

I've been reading people theorys and ideas.

I think the eyes simply has a LED ligth that alternates between yellow/white and red.

I don't think they could ever blink, if you take a look to the original pre-ruin design there is no space for eyelids.

I've seen people talk about their mouth moving. I personaly think that if their endo was supossed to have a moving mouth then, those teeth are actually holders for more polished teeth, and the mouth wouldn't open but the teeth would move to make it apear they are moving their mouth.

Those shadows behind the teeth, I toke a better look and I do think they are holes! There are some positions they don't make sense as shadows so it must be some kind of rack or grating, posibly for the voice box.

A few people have comented about the shock absorbers in the legs, I didn't thought about that, it makes so much sense.

[sawkinator]

calicocantaloupe replied to your post: The Trial

(½) im starting to think rose was just a scape goat for the real shatterer. it would make sense since she seemed so dead set against shattering enemy gems (to the point of bubbling bismuth). pretty certain blue diamond wouldn’t be in on it though. she keeps pushing to find out what happened and seems genuinely lost. if i had to put my money on someone it’d be yellow diamond. she was very eager to just skip over the confessions and get right to sentencing (2/2) even looked surprised when steven said he was guilty. those could have just been a character things but still. if she did do it, it was probably a hard decision to make, given her reaction at the end of “what’s the use in feeling blue”. but im just rambling and this is all probs overlooking some big detail im forgetting haha    

Yeah I think that’s definitely a possibility (one of my friends proposed Pearl being the one who actually did it and that sounds almost crazy enough to be true)

Maybe White Diamond is somehow involved? We still haven’t seen her at all, and you’d think she would help with punishing the killer of her fellow Diamond but she isn’t, for whatever reason.

They do have a sensible motivation for maybe getting rid of Pink, but so did Rose and the other rebels -  there really isn’t a lot to go off of yet >:U

[namelessokamiart]

@calicocantaloupe‘s Smugster and snek! Thank you so much for commissioning me!

[gremlinboykevin]

calicocantaloupe replied to your photo “Stress is building up again I’m not okay. ”

*hugs if that's okay*

Thank you, aaaaaaaaaaa... 

it’s very appreciated :’ ) 

[asp1diske-art]

pssst, @calicocantaloupe

[echoes-of-gaster]

Alright! one last redo before I get back on track with these: Smugster by @calicocantaloupe 

[silverskye13]

Song 58

When God is gone and the devil takes hold Who will have mercy on your soul?

O Death (Haunted Version -- Bobby Bass, Lauren Paley, Colm R McGuinness

[alienturnipp]

The OCs assembled <3 Their credits are under cut!

Larger size pics: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Lyra Cousland @chisotahn Reth @wolfs-dawn Malachi Trevelyan @fthechantry Thalia Trevelyan @nirikeehan Connor Trevelyan @plisuu Neria Surana Lavellan @inquisimer Maordrid @mogwaei Cariane Amell @my-dumb-obsessions Neria Surana @windwalker57 Irassalin Lavellan @xochihuacoyotl Lucky Hawke @blue-eyes-white-privilege69 Athel Lavellan @calicocantaloupe Celia Mac-Tir Cousland @dauntless-necromancer Marian Hawke @sillyliterature Fenya Hawke @whiskynorocks

[ciphergem-archive-blog]

I'd give you a mattress pun but I might have to sleep on it first. Feeling pretty tired. Yo could you imagine if sleeping was a career? That'd be my dream job. I'd be great at it too. Sleep comes to me so naturally I could do it with my eyes closed. In all seriousness though I'm bushed and should probably go rest. Hope I don't have another dream about Lord of the Rings. Last time that happened my roommate said I was Tolkien in my sleep. PS fish sleep in a river bed ok I'm done now good night

[silverskye13]

Ooooo it was so hard picking just one prompt, but for the Situation Game- Could you do #48? Enemy caretaker fic with Tanguish and Wels? Tanguish finds Wels unconscious and (against his better judgement) takes care of him until he wakes up. (Alternatively, you could do Helsknight and Tango, if that first prompt doesn't click. I've been drawing those two interacting so they've been on my mind lol)

He hadn't expected to find him there, was the thing. Tango had asked him to go check through Decked Out while he was gone -- some meetup with Impulse and Zed, it sounded like it would take awhile. Tanguish had heard rockets and wisely hid, and then the rockets left. He assumed someone was dropping something off, or maybe had planned to see Tango only to realize Tango wasn't there. And maybe that was exactly what happened.

The important thing was: Tanguish didn't hear what direction the rockets went. He didn't hear the Warden caged downstairs growl or shriek. He didn't hear a crash, or a scream, or any other indication that an accident had happened. So when he stumbled on Welsknight on the lowest floor of Decked Out, unconscious, it had been... Well it had been a shock. He hadn't even known it was a person at first. He saw a bundle of something on the ground, and he placed down the shulker box he'd been carrying and went over to investigate. When the pile of elytra and armor resolved itself into Welsknight, Tanguish froze, heart racing.

(He should leave him here.)

It wasn't a kind thought, but Tanguish was, rightly, he thought, terrified of Welsknight. If their situations were switched, and it was Welsknight walking up on Tanguish crumpled and unconscious on the floor, he was sure the knight would kill him and he done with it. Just one less problem to deal with. Simple. And while Tanguish was far from able to kill in cold blood -- or killing in general -- leaving the knight here would serve a similar end. Not his problem. He would wake up, or he wouldn't. Tango would find him, or he wouldn't. Whatever happened, it didn't have to be Tanguish that dealt with it.

Except, standing over Welsknight, Tanguish was struck by how much he looked like Helsknight. Their differences were unmistakable up close. He was an inch or two shorter, his hair a sun-gilded auburn, and even bruised he looked gentler, like the world had been kind to him. Their resemblance was brotherly, something about the build and the set of the jaw. But it was enough that Tanguish imagined Helsknight crumpled on the ground somewhere, and how terrible it would be to leave him behind. So, lanced with guilt that made no sense, but compelled to act on it regardless, Tanguish set to work making sure the fool knight didn't die.

Tanguish didn't have much on his person to help with healing, and even if he knew where Tango kept potions, it would be a long climb back up to the Decked Out storage room. He did his best to check for broken bones, looking for odd angles or swelling or crooked joints and finding none. He had to take off the knight's helmet to check for a head injury, found a pretty decent welt, but nothing that suggested blood or breaking.

Tanguish glanced around. They weren't really in the safest place. Beneath the unfinished game, scaffolding blocks and incomplete redstone lines cast long shadows where creatures spawned and congregated, and it wouldn't do to get them both killed by a spider or a zombie down here. Tanguish tentatively explored around, and managed to find a suitably defensible crevasse (a hole in the wall really, probably dug out while Tango was measuring something or other to do with the game). He circled his arms around Welsknight's chest and, as gingerly as possible, tried to drag him in that direction. Then less gingerly, when the knight barely budged. And then Tanguish slumped to the ground because, gods and saints, were people always that heavy? He knew he wasn't the strongest, but he could carry his own weight up the side of a building. Surely he could drag a knight a couple dozen blocks?

Tanguish huffed out a sigh and stared down at Welsknight thoughtfully. "You're more trouble than you're worth, you know that?"

(That was mean. Even enemies were worth saving, so long as they didn't do something mean to make him regret it after.)

Tanguish took another pensive look around, and content nothing was about to attack him for his efforts, knelt and began taking the knight's armor off. He had a little knowledge of all the different buckles and bracers and how they worked (he'd seen Helsknight take them on and off a thousand times). It took some fumbling, especially around the chest plate, where he had to gently turn Welsknight over and prop him up, and support his head because flopping around on his neck like that couldn't be good for him, and, gods, this was stupid and awkward and terrible. He really, really should've just left. But then he was done, and when he slipped his arms around the knight to drag him again, he actually managed to move him a few steps without his back breaking, so he took that as his sign from the universe to keep going.

Tanguish wanted the universe to know he tried to be gentle. He wasn't big and strong like Helsknight (and probably Welsknight too). He couldn't casually pick up people and carry them around, or throw them over his shoulders. And if Welsknight were conscious enough for a piggy back ride, Tanguish was pretty sure he would just fall over if he tried to take a step. So dragging the knight two dozen blocks to a little hidey hole in the wall was the best, safest, and really only option at his disposal. Once inside, he scurried out to his shulker box, snatched it up, and dropped it in the entrance to the hiding place so anything that might want to come in would have a harder time. He wished there was something useful inside. He had planned on mob proofing while Tango was gone, stringing around glow lichen so his double would have a safer time working on his game. He had a few snacks, some water, and about a stack and a half of lichen left. That was all he'd bothered to bring with him. Now he wished he had brought something actually helpful.

Tanguish weighed his options, staring down at the still unconscious knight. Leaving sprung to his mind first -- Welsknight was reasonably safe now. The chances of something finding him was relatively small, and if he hung up some glow lichen before he left, the light might ward off anything that did notice him. He thought about maybe bringing the knight to hels, where he might find some help. But that help would probably be Helsknight, and he didn't know how much he trusted those two together. He was... Reasonably sure Helsknight wouldn't kill his double while he was unconscious, but he had no idea what he would do when Welsknight woke up. And Welsknight probably wouldn't take kindly to waking up in hels anyway. He could try to get help? Wander around the server just hoping he stumbled upon Tango, alone? No. No he wasn't going to do that.

Tanguish sighed, rolled his eyes at his own powerlessness. After a few more moments of deliberation, he pulled out his water and a few clumps of lichen. He had a half-remembered thought from somewhere that lichen could be medicinal. He had no idea if this lichen was, but he at least knew it was spongy and could hold a bit of water. He made himself a little ball with the stuff, soaked it, and gingerly placed it against the lump on Welsknight's head. He knew his hands would chill it, and frost crept around his fingertips the longer he held his makeshift compress. He pillowed the knight's head in his lap -- it seemed the most comfortable for both of them in the combined space -- and settled in to wait until Tango came back, or Welsknight awoke, and he hoped the knight would either be too incoherent or too grateful to kill him if the waking came first.

Outside his little hideaway, Tanguish listened to the sounds of monsters crawling to life. The tip-tap-skitter of spider legs. The moans and grumbles of the nearly sleepwalking dead. The occasional croaking mutter of an enderman. He didn't hear creepers (He didn't think anyone could hear creepers.) They crept around on quiet claws, a breath of fur and dark, glaring expressions. One snuck up to his hideaway and peered inside, gazing at him with bottomless black eyes. It hissed, smelling or sensing him and trying, vainly, to threaten him. It couldn't come through the wall, and it didn't give off its tell-tale flashing. Tanguish narrowed his eyes at the thing and hissed back, a keening noise that sent a shiver down his spine, and echoed off the walls of his little hideaway like a sculk shrieker. The creeper lurched backward (most natural things feared sculk on an instinctual level) and it scuttled away into the dark. Tanguish snorted in the general direction of the fleeing creature, and looked down at Welsknight. He gently moved his compress, and felt some satisfaction at seeing the swelling had gone down.

"You know, you knights really are strange sometimes," Tanguish informed the unconscious Welsknight, as though he could hear. "All the armor, and the oaths, and reckless danger -- and you're just as mortal as the rest of us." Tanguish leaned his head back against the wall behind him. "Do you have tenets like Helsknight does? Stuff you swore to do? You've got to, right? That's what makes you a knight, instead of just a guy with a sword."

Tanguish's tail twitched thoughtfully. "You and Helsknight feel the same way about technicalities, so you probably can't truly lie. You just dance around the truth a little, like he does. Let people come to their own conclusions... You shouldn't do that."

Tanguish readjusted his compress. "It makes people feel patronized, like you think they're too stupid to figure out what you're saying. And it makes us feel stupid for trusting you. Like on the aqueduct. I didn't really have a choice but... I really did believe I was safe. It was... Cruel... To take that back."

Tanguish felt nervousness reignite in his stomach, a turning and writhing at the danger he was in, implicitly.

"That would be like me waiting for you to wake up, just to hurt you," Tanguish said quietly, his free hand dipping down to the dagger on his hip. The cold metal, the waiting intention the weapon held, felt almost electric and alive against his fingertips. "All this trouble and effort to keep you safe, discarded over something as petty as who the universe likes best." He thought about Helsknight, and the importance he placed on time. "What a terrible waste of time."

Tanguish sighed and studied the ceiling, tracing the textures in the stone overhead with his eyes. He could see the pickaxe marks where Tango had tunneled this out, long gouges and sharp-edged chips.

"I think I understand why he feels the way he does about you. About all of you. You don't understand what you have." Tanguish looked down at the knight, who, despite what had surely been a terrible fall, merely looked like he slept. "It isn't just death that's a mild inconvenience. Everything is. Eternity is sitting in front of you. Even the largest problems, miseries that could span decades, will be nothing in the blink of an eye. There is no such thing as wasted time. There is no discomfort in doing something badly, or even passably. There's just... The endless possibility to try again. Even my saving you right now is, at best, a very odd, kind gesture, because you don't have a limited number of times to come back. There's no fear in the universe deciding this time it will just swallow you. What I'm doing is meaningless, so meaningless it might not even change your opinion of me, unless it's impressive to you that someone who shouldn't have bothered, did. Impressive, and not terribly stupid."

(He was starting to feel terribly stupid, all things considered.)

Movement caught Tanguish's eye, and he sat quietly as some monster or another passed their hiding place, shuffling off in the dark.

"There's no urgency for change." Tanguish whispered. "There's no pressure for legacy. It's like building sand castles in the desert, with no waves to knock them down. There's no reason to find them precious, no urgency to finish before the tide comes, no cherishing the seconds before they're weathered away. They'll just be there tomorrow, or the next time you get around to paying them attention. It's a beautiful gift, and you have no context to appreciate it. I understand why. You've never lived anything different to give you perspective... But I also understand why he hates you for it."

Tanguish blinked out at the world beyond his little keyhole, where danger stalked, undisturbed and wholly uninterested in him.

"No wonder the universe makes us," Tanguish said. "Why else would you have any reason to change?"

Tanguish looked down at Welsknight again. He studied the knight's face, all the things about him that stayed steadfast and unchanging, uncaring that his existence weathered Helsknight away everyday. That he was a wave, and Tanguish and Helsknight and everyone like them were just sand castles waiting.

"You probably won't," Tanguish murmured, "but I hope someday you figure out how to love him. Love the parts of yourself you hate so much right now. Helsknight is terrifying, and overbearing, and too strong for his own good. He walks through the world like he wishes he could bully it into being fair." Tanguish let out a breath. "But he tries so hard to be good, and any goodness I've learned, I think I learned from him. In spite of him. Because of him."

A sadness washed through him then, and Tanguish spoke soberly. "Someday it will be just you and Tango. A month from now. Or a year. Or whatever our lifetimes amount to. When that day comes, I hope you'll look at each other, and somewhere, me and Helsknight will glimpse each other again. I hope whatever the end looks like, it isn't lonely."

Tanguish fell silent, waiting with infinite patience for Welsknight to wake. He must have dozed off, because he roused to the sound of a groan, and Welsknight slowly rolling over to reach the sore spot on the back of his head. Tanguish held his breath. He probably should have figured out what he was going to do when Welsknight woke up. He had no plan, no idea-- hels he was trapped in a confined space with him! Wait -- his coin. Right.

Welsknight's eyes fluttered open. He frowned first in confusion, then recognition, and then Tanguish's coin was in his fist and he was gone.

In hels, Tanguish leaned against the front door of the house, eyes closed, trying to calm his breathing. It really shouldn't be a big deal. Welsknight hadn't even had the time to threaten him. It was just the residual terror of past bad experiences, the adrenaline rush of realizing he was trapped in a room with a tiger. But he was home now, and he shouldn't be afraid -- didn't have to be afraid.

"You're home early," Helsknight said, sounding concerned, and very close by. He must have been writing at the table. In the time Tanguish had been forcing himself to calm, Helsknight stood and cautiously crossed to him. "Did something happen?"

(Did Welsknight happen?)

"N-no," Tanguish said unconvincingly. And further discredited himself by stepping forward, and hugging Helsknight. He could feel Helsknight's concerned frown in his posture, in the slow way he hugged him back, offering confused comfort.

"Are you... sure?"

"Just glad you're still here," Tanguish said.

"Ah." Helsknight hummed, as though he understood. His hug deepened a bit. "Still here. Are you?"

"I think so."

"Good. I guess I'm glad too, then."

[zichqecs-hoard]

Fact Meme

Tagged by @calicocantaloupe

RULES: Tell your followers 11 random facts about yourself, and tag 11 people in return! Tag backs are allowed, but you mustn’t repeat any of the facts you mentioned previously!

Aaaaaaa I dunno how this is gonna go, I get rambly. <w> (Tucked under a cut because I did indeed get a little rambly and it got kind of long)

1) I used to be all about dogs when I was younger, I wanted to raise dogs for a living. At some point I had a major turnaround, and now I’m all about cats. They give me a warm feeling inside like dogs never did. <3

2) Another thing I did when I was young, I had this obsession with things being even. It was.. really strange, the way it manifested, sometimes. If my right hand brushed against a doorknob as I passed by, I had to stop and also touch it with my left hand, and so on and so forth. It took a long time to break that.

3) I’ve had this weird patch of dry skin on my right foot for years, in a very specific spot. Nothing I’ve tried will get rid of it.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

4) I’ve walked on my toes all my life. And not like, just barely up on them. My feet look like I’m wearing invisible 6 inch heels or something. It’s just more comfortable for me to walk that way a lot of the time, especially if I’m going up a hill or stairs. I was always told I’d come down off my toes as I got older, but I still do it to this day(Not all the time, but still quite a bit).

5) I used to be afraid of spicy foods. Couldn’t stand them. My youngest brother, on the other hand, loved spice and would put hot sauce in everything. When he left for college across the country, I suddenly started craving hot sauce. Tried it once and now I’m the one who puts it on everything.

6) Despite how hard it is for me to talk or sing around people now, I actually used to be one of the loudest singers at a co-op thing I used to go to. Me and my best friend would sing together, very, very loudly. Wish I could have that same enthusiasm now. (Still wasn’t much of a talker though, I don’t think.)

7) I used to take piano lessons. I never leaned to read music. I would listen to the teacher play the song, and then practice it by ear while he was gone. He eventually found out and tried to teach me how to read music, but to no avail. I did not want to learn.

8) I’m actually really good at memorizing short passages and such in a fairly short amount of time. I went to a number of competitions hosted by the co-ops we used to go to, and won a lot of them. (Ironically, I don’t remember any of this happened most of the time.)

9) My brother and I used to watch Naruto while my parents were both out of the house during the day instead of doing schoolwork(we were homeschooled). Right around noon, maybe a little before, we’d grab lunch, drag an extra chair over to the computer, and watch a few episodes together.

10) Speaking of things me and my brother did, we made “cookies” a few times. It was whole wheat bread, squished into a ball and dipped in milk, wrapped in it’s own crust, and put into the toaster oven for a few minutes(I DONT KNOW, IT WAS HIS IDEA OK!?). ...they weren’t very good, but we were determined to perfect the recipe and have our mom try them. I think we did, once. She was not amused.

11) Some of my most cherished memories are sitting on my middle brother’s lap, playing Sonic 3 & Knuckles with him. I was always tails, and he was much better than me and could get very far ahead, but to be fair to me he specifically had saves in which he did not collect the chaos emeralds, that way he couldn’t go super/hyper and leave me behind. He also waited for me to catch up so I could kill enemies for him.

That was.. a lot more than I thought it would be <w> A lot of fun memories, though.

I don’t really like tagging people on these things. Do it if you want to and consider it a tag from me, I guess?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[naryu-n]

Facts Meme

Tagged by @calicocantaloupe​ and @atara-08​

RULES: Tell your followers 11 random facts about yourself, and tag 11 people in return! Tag backs are allowed, but you mustn’t repeat any of the facts you mentioned previously!

1) I love birds, I have myself some hens, doves, pigeons and a red-crowned parakeet. (I have a blind pigeon since they are born and they are the nicest being,hmm..actually all my birds are nice and with different trait ;w; I love them)

2) My favourite instrument is the guitar bass.(I just need to start playing it again).

3) I often walk on the balls of my feet, ... really often when I don’t wear shoes.

4) I like cats, we have 4 in the house.

5) There is a stone, which is always on my desk or in my room, I found it when I was between 7 and 10 years old and never throw it away. It is smooth, and round, and not special. Except for me.

6) It’s hard to feel anymore , more and more little things are becoming meaningless and I care less than before. I guess I have become a bit apathetic.I know what caused it and I’m not proud of these mistakes.

7) All my clothes are black (sometime with some red), grey or dark blue.

8) I like collecting feathers

9) I like giving advice on things, it’s just so bad I don’t apply them myself most of the time...

10) I often say the truth because it seems to be the best solution and can’t put feelings easily in my words, I don’t mean to be harsh but it is how it works in my head.

11) The fact is: I’m bad at finding facts. I just can’t find them. It was hard and take me 3 hours of thinking -_-

Everyone I know already did it, I can tag some people and tag back  but don’t feel at all obliged to do it again :

@calicocantaloupe, @atara-08, @zichqecs-hoard, @namelessokami, and my followers if you want to try it.

[sawkinator]

#tagged

Tagged by @ciphergem

RULES: Tell your followers 11 random facts about yourself, and tag 11 people in return! Tag backs are allowed, but you mustn’t repeat any of the facts you mentioned previously!

1. One of my eyes is kind of nearsighted. Yes, just one.

2. I almost never get enough sleep at night.

3. I’ve never been in a relationship. My last crush was when I was a high school freshman almost 10 years ago.

3. I’m prrrrobably somewhere on the asexual spectrum.

4. I have two siblings - an older brother and a younger sister.

5. I’ve been to Tanzania twice and would go back again in a heartbeat if given the chance.

6. I have a collection of agates that I’ve found on the shore at our cabin; it fills up about half of an ice cream bucket.

7. I had asthma as a kid but have almost entirely ‘outgrown’ it.

8. I like to bake sometimes and I’m told I’m good at it.

9. I also like writing too, but until recently I hadn’t really done any in a long time. I’ve only put any of my work on the internet like once or twice.

10. My username has nothing to do with the Pokemon and I’ve been using the nickname Sawk/Sawkie on the web for over a decade (I came up with it when I was 11 or 12)

11. I’m Catholic but really liberal and only go to Mass a few times a year, lmao

I’m gonna taaaag @nintenerd64, @dregadude, @technotranceremex, @sandstriker, @11eagle, @sanctferum, @calicocantaloupe, @doesluffyisgay, @angrydeer, @saintsalt, and @techcat-mod (idk how many of y’all do these kind of things but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

[caitielou-askew]

OKAY I’M WAY BEHIND ON ASKS SO HERE WE GO

@calicocantaloupe Thank you ^^ My birthday and the days after were quite lovely.

@hyperbravedubs Thank you to you too~

@quonit I know yours wasn’t specifically about my birthday, but it was in that same timeframe lol. I’m glad you found me here! :D Man, Foxy Alphys feels like aaaaages ago...I think I recorded that back when I was recording at my old job, lol. Undertale dubbers decreasing is kind of inevitable, happens to all fandoms as they get older and new things pick up.

Frans, Soriel...I’ve seen stuff where they’re all sweet. I did once get a commenter so against Frans that they called me and anyone who likes it a pedophile, haha. Because AUs can’t age up characters, apparently. Oh well. Thanks for the awesome comment, I’m doing well. Hope you are too :D

@tsuki-no-miyako Thanks so much! ^^ It was great~

@bettinalevyisdetermined Haha yeah, secrets don’t stay secret long on Tumblr XD Especially when little birds are involved. Thanks for thinking of me!

Okay, now the birthday stuff is out of the way. On with the present!