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When Greg wakes up, he's standing in the midst of a shitty morning, with shitty temperatures and shitty surroundings. There's an animal shelter right in front of him, and a 30 something Tom Wambsgans waiting for it to open.
Now, what the fuck is he even doing in fuckass 2015 St.Paul, Minnesota?
#succession#succession (2018)#succession hbo#succession fic#tomgreg#tom wambsgans#gregory hirsch#greg hirsch#tomgreg fic#cave canem!#thanks to jimmy fallon for the ref pic hella
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He's busy counting your sins.
Character belongs to wonderful @legionmutt (Thank you for letting me draw your OC!)
Pssst... Tumblr ppls... Feel free to DM me if you're interested in a commission like this btw, this was ridiculously fun to do and I want every excuse to do more of this!
Progress shots are below!
I wasn't sure if I would make this animated, but I've been looking at a lot of the fantastic art by @vrihedd, and although I don't have the same programs, the art process is all about doing what you can with what you got! Absolutely recommend checking 'em out if you haven't already seen their next-level work :X
#fallout#fonv#fnv#fallout new vegas#fallout legion#caesar's legion#legion#cave canem#2d animation#clip studio animation#csp#animation#animated loop#looping gif#fallout fanart#fanart#art#video game animation#video game art#caesar fallout#my art#artists on tumblr#animator
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Cave Canem by Jean Leon Gerome
106 cm (41.7 in); 90 cm (35.4 in)
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did you know
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You survive. You grow older, layers of bitterness adhered to your bones like rings in the sand. They call you Canem now, your birth name dropped and exchanged like children’s teeth.
Men have beating hearts and bleeding guts, lovers and children. But you are no longer a man. You are a weapon. And now you have done as weapons do.
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🐰 RABBIT FACE — my muse's pet(s)/favorite animal(s)
Making Moodboards! // @royaletiquette & @nvrcmplt
now for something perhaps totally unexpected — solomon.
so. this is solomon. he is a little pug. he likes to snore when he takes naps, roll in the grass and sleep on your feet. he's also a non-sentient parasitic entity from hell. he's not so much a 'pet' as a little creature that raum cannot get rid of. he feeds on the supernatural energy from raum's presence like a mosquito. but he also enjoys headpats. he's rather disinterested in humans.
#royaletiquette#ask#( ;aesthetica )#( ;corvinum )#( ;cave canem )#did i ever write a proper post about him? idk#anyway. everybody say hi solomon!#he's only sticking around for main verse of course#human raum doesn't have any pets. he's too busy
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im going to rebel and say ⭐️ because i absolutely DO want to hear u go one about dogfighting or whatever thing u come up with thanks !
ask game
sorry, I took a while. I had to like... keep my thoughts coherent. Hopefully I suceeded.
I actually won't be focusing on dogfighting (everyone cheered). I will still talk about Cave Canem Edit, because no one wants to talk about that fic. (I get it though... it made me sad. which is why no dogfighting focus.) I touch on this stuff in my author's note (my ANs are really like... my director's commentary half the time), but I am elaborating on my thoughts a lot more (hopefully).
I feel like most of my fics have me very focused on thinking in a character's head, but this one was truly meant to be a Festus Creed character study through dogfighting (as it says in the summary).
Personally, after my research, not a big fan of dogfights (wow what a controversial and brave stance), but I do think that they kind of instill a kind of code of honor to how Festus navigates competition (see this as expanding into having to run/make decisions for the Creed businesses). He would appreciate and admire good competition. For him, there maybe unspoken rules of engagement (like those deserving of admiration are not destroyed in the aftermath of a loss).
Festus' odd view of honorable competition also kind of works well with my interpretation of Persephone who (as I am sure you will remember) in Pelops' Shoulder fully believes that friendly competition for Festus' affection is totally plausible between herself and Artemisia, even going so far as to be actively trying to befriend Artemisia and encouraging her to not give up her pursuit as the other girl begins pulling away.
Also in my mind, while his perspective on Coral is fairly dehumanizing in this fic (comparing her to a fighting dog), there is a part of him that has to identify strongly with her to compare her to one of his fighting dogs. I think it makes sense that he would sour a bit to the idea of the Games because of her death. It's also potentially why he'd lowkey resent the dramatics of the future Games.
While his view of Felix is more positive than Coral (he does not not directly (through metaphor. I made him only use simile with Felix) compare him to an animal), I do think that in this fic, Festus sees Felix as someone he needs to guide and take care of (remember that they became friends/bonded closer in University in my headcanoning of this universe). There is kind of a dehumanizing in that... Seeing him as needing steering. <- obviously there are benign mentor figures who guide people but paired with his annoyance with Felix throughout, my intention was kind of like an impression that Felix's hopelessness in Festus' eyes means that Felix kind of needs him which while a pretty okay sentiment, can feel a little insulting and diminishes Felix's agency (especially paired with lost duckling comparison in the fic).
I think Festus is generally has good intentions and means well with most of his interactions, but in this fic, I was exploring how maybe it can also tip to the negative. Good intentions does not actually mean knowing what's best for someone. Taking Felix to the dogfight is an example of that (Pippa was right).
Another thing that I mention in the author's note is that this fic tries to explore this section in Tu Fui, Ego Eris more:
Coriolanus can feel the sharp tug on the back of his head from when Festus Creed had grabbed a fistful of his hair, trying to bring Coriolanus closer to strangle or strike him. [...] Coriolanus never quite figured whether he'd heard about Felix from Vipsania or Lysistrata.
I'm still not decided if in my more canon fics if I want Felix/Festus to be a thing, so you can kind of read it either way. Anyway, if they aren't a thing, I was like what could elicit such a violent response. Then I was like well, Festus perhaps started feeling a sense of responsibility to Felix (which don't we all to our friends? also I do think Festus felt that way towards Coriolanus too in a way). Additonally, Festus' idea of honorable competition comes back into play here, notice his anger at the foul play for his first/favorite dog, Laelaps, who is notably poisoned. You know that I don't poison Felix in my fics, but it kind of highlights the connection that I'm trying to form about why Festus might disapprove of Coriolanus' future actions.
This got really long, but I also have a cut section of this fic somewhere. If people are interested, maybe I'll post it.
#thanks for the ask lily! this one got away from me! hopefully this makes sense! sorry it's so disorganized#fic: cave canem edit#abyssal stuff#ask game#persephoneprice#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#felix ravinstill#festus creed#ask response#tbosas#persephone price#fic: pelops' shoulder#fic: tu fui ego eris
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As if I didn't have enough projects on... 😅😅😅😅
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profile theme change... awesome sauceome
teehee thank yuo*tucks my hair behind ear*
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Cave Canem (Beware of dog) - 2nd Version.
Our designs: http://archaeostore.com
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🔥🔥🔥Punks: New & Selected Poems | John Keene #TheSongCave #DarkRoomWritersCollective #CaveCanem #poetry
#doris reads#poetry#poem#literature#dark room writers collective#cave canem#John Keene#national book award#NBA#the song cave
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I just think animating is neat, I like poking things and making them look like they're moving. It's very satisfying, sometimes it even makes me feel pretty smart haha. Totally recommend playing around with animation if you ever have the inclination. This scary legion man belongs to @legionmutt, I'm not done yet! Stay tuned!
#fallout#fallout fanart#wip#my art#2d animation#fnv#fonv#fallout new vegas#caesar's legion#fallout legion#legion#cave canem#looping animation#looping gif#animation#animated fanart#art
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mr radguy i know there were some livejournal guilty gear communities but have you ever found any guilty gear relsted thing on dreamwidth? any idea how?
There's some GG stuff over on Dreamwidth but nowhere near as much as Livejournal or here. Guess it just never had the user size for something like that to take off... I just did a general search for GG on there and then tag/comment hopped around. Nothing very interesting came up, just kinda what you'd expect from a blogging site (some artistic icon edits, mild discussion of the games, RP accounts, etc)
I did find this absolutely amazing Ky account from 2011 though:
There was an Aria RP account that only made 4 comments too. But, more importantly...
KURO KY!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉
A lot of the non-Daisuke art icons on there use art by Asgard (aka, Sumeragi) or "Cave Canem," but I cannot find Cave Canem online anywhere. Wish I could though because I really wanna see the full pieces for these*:
I found a Denki Akiba HOS icon too lol I also used a crop of this same exact illustration as an icon on here for a while:
It's from the cover of Heliogenoms 4.0
*The other two Cave Canem icons were too vague to return anything, but I did find the full illustration for that first one.... Uncredited. On Pinterest...
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"Love Poem in the Black Field" by Ariana Benson
Parchman Farm Chain Gang, Sunflower County Mississippi, 1911
How long since my left foot has known a day It did not spend drug along by your right? Since the first Rust-iron rattlers made fields of cattails kneel, fronds Curdling like browlines in brutal heat? I forget My name, its sins, when I march behind you. I know nothing Of before. Nothing but your nape, its tributary of creases; But your gait, pressing smooth miles of streetside weeds. What else can a lonesome roadboy do but look At the one to his front: you, with keloid scars inside Even your ears, you with long lashes that, when blinked, Seem heavier than these chains, all the men they carry. What I wouldn’t give to see your eyes open again After that brief, merciful closing. What I don’t have to give. What I know, if I did, I would. Poem: https://poets.org/poem/love-poem-black-field Art: from Pastoral Interlude by Ingrid Pollard, 1987
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