#contented scarf

[elodieunderglass]

I haven’t watched Dungeon Meshi, but I always enjoy the dashboard osmosis experience and have a peculiar visual memory. Here is what I believe Dungeon Meshi to be mostly about. No complicating experiences with the text, or indeed character references, fed into this extremely clear vision, which I believe I torrented directly from the astral plane at the same time as the creator was logged on

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Posuka Demizu’s New Year's Art for 2025

[protagpigeon]

various (barry-ous) barrys. my drawing folder is but a clown car which can and does fit a comical amount of barrys

[guemarasims]

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[adventuresofalgy]

Although it was unpleasantly cold, and Algy worried about the creatures who lived within the water, he was always intrigued when the surface of the pond froze over and the ice was sufficiently thick for him to walk – or perch – upon its surface without risk of a drenching.

Alighting on the shimmering surface with a sideways slip and a slide, Algy stabilised himself as best he could and peered down through the ice, but he could see no sign of animate life. He wondered what kind of wee creatures might be hiding safely in the mud at the bottom of the pool, and he hoped that they would survive the freezing weather, which in fact was quite likely, for temperatures seriously below freezing were rare on the wild west coast of the Scottish Highlands, where the proximity of the great Atlantic Ocean ensured that the environment remained what the experts liked to call "mild", although Algy felt that if his tail feathers were anything to go by, what they really meant was "jolly cold"…

Glancing up at the sky, he could see a huge yellow-grey cloud approaching from the north, and before long he felt the tickle of the first tiny flakes of snow on his face. Algy thought of all his wee fluffy friends around the garden, and was glad that his assistants had a dilapidated old barn in which his feathered cousins could take cover… which reminded him of an old nursery rhyme he had learned as a very young fluffy chick:

The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will cock robin do then, poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, poor thing! The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the swallow do then, poor thing? Oh, do you not know That he's off long ago To a country where he'll find the spring, poor thing! The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the dormouse do then, poor thing? Roll'd up like a ball, In his nest snug and small, He'll sleep till warm weather comes in, poor thing! The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the honey-bee do then, poor thing? In his hive he will stay Till the cold is away, And then he'll come out in the spring, poor thing! The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the children do then, poor things? When lessons are done, They must skip, jump and run, Until they have made themselves warm, poor things!

[Algy is thinking of the old, traditional nursery rhyme The North Wind Doth Blow, first recorded at the beginning of the 19th century, or perhaps even earlier, and subsequently published in a number of different versions.]

[sam-crevellari]

Am I blatantly being zutarabaited by the new Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender? Yes

Will I enjoy any crumb I'm being fed as if it were the most exquisite banquet? OF FUCKING COURSE, YES

[the-sunlit-earth]

a lot of clipping to fix, but hey I got it moving at least! I'll get the Telvanni robe properly physic'd if it's the last thing I do >:0

[luuforyou]

WARM SCARF

Hello loved ones...

I found some meshes that I made as a study when I was learning with blender. One of them was this massive scarf and since there are few scarves and shawls, I decided to edit it and publish it :D Hopefully it will be useful to someone....

BG compatible

NEW mesh

All LODs

Custom Maps

Custom Thumbnail

22 swatches

[notadreamurr]

Sketchs of my rainbow dash and applejack redesigns that I haven't drawn in a hot minute :D

[crazyaboutto]

Refreshing AO3 to see if there is Zutara fic about the scarf yet

[yaoigoddess9158]

Omg… I just realized that I can now draw art for the characters I couldn’t in the past… this is an amazing revelation I’m gonna go make Kokichi fanart

[my-outfitisamasterpiece]

Audrey Thompson 07/23/24

[bri-cheeses]

The Skittles Finding Out About Rosekiller Pt. 3:

(Part 2 is here)

Barty and Evan are sitting on the couch in the common room when Regulus approaches them. The fact that they’re sitting in each other’s personal space despite the other side of the couch being perfectly empty does not escape Regulus. Nor does the fact that Evan is nestled into Barty’s side, held there by Barty’s arm, which is slung around Evan’s shoulders. They’re talking, Evan’s head turned up towards Barty, their faces only mere inches apart. All in all, the overall effect is one that screams the impression that they are not simply friends.

And at this point, Regulus has had more than enough of these mind games, and he’s fed up with it.

So he walks around the back of the couch, into their line of sight, and plops down aggressively on one of the armchairs that is in front of them. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and massages his forehead with an exasperated expression.

Barty, an empath, senses something is wrong, so he asks Regulus what’s up.

And Regulus looks up at the both of them with a desperate and slightly frazzled expression on his face, then shoots a questioning glance at Dorcas, who is sitting in the armchair opposite of him. She gives him a slight nod, and Regulus turns back to face Barty and Evan.

He takes a deep breath before saying, “You know, I didn’t really want to do this, since I hoped that it would eventually just be obvious. But I have been so confused for the last three weeks, and so I’m left with no other choice but to ask you guys straight out.”

He hesitates, but then sees that Barty has absentmindedly started stroking Evan’s arm with his fingers as he listens to what Regulus is saying, and it’s the final straw for Regulus. His next sentence comes out lacking the usual finesse of one raised in the House of Black when he blurts out, “Please just clear it up for me, are you guys dating, fucking, or literally just friends?”

And Dorcas nods vigorously to show that she shares the sentiment, while Pandora just listens to the whole exchange with a somewhat carefree but slightly intrigued attitude, all while knitting something that vaguely resembles a scarf.

And Barty and Evan glance at each other in confusion, before looking back at Regulus. And Barty says, “We thought we told you? We’ve been together since the beginning January.”

And then they act as if they’re just about to go on with their lives without saying anything more, but Regulus and Dorcas aren’t just about to let it go that easily. So Dorcas says—after digesting this new information for a second—“Seriously? It’s May, you guys. That’s five months that you’ve left the three of us in the dark on this, and now you just casually drop this information on us, then expect us to move on just like that?”

At this, Evan shoots a confused glance at Pandora, saying, “But I know that I told you, Panda. I remember, it was when we were in the woods in that one clearing with the fairies. Why didn’t you just tell Reg and Cas?”

“Oh,” she replies, “I figured you guys would’ve told them if you had wanted them to know. It wasn’t my place to say,” she says simply, before going back to knitting.

Regulus blinks. “That’s. . . that’s actually pretty good reasoning,” he admits reluctantly. “But wait a minute. Barty, didn’t you have multiple girlfriends all throughout January?”

At this, Evan groans and tucks his face into Barty’s chest. Barty’s face turns red in embarrassment as he says, “Yeah, well, it was, uh, complicated. To say the least.”

Evan then says something unintelligible into Barty’s chest, which causes Regulus to say, somewhat sarcastically, “What was that, Evan?”

Evan emerges, shooting a glare at Regulus, before saying, “By “complicated,” Barty means that we were sleeping together on a regular basis, but it still wasn’t enough for him to realize that he wanted to actually date me. He just thought that it meant that he found me to be really hot. Isn’t that right, Barty dear?”

“Shut up,” Barty whines, “I was confused. And I am sorry, you know. Besides, you did agree to it in the first place!”

“Yeah, because that’s all I thought I was ever going to get!”

His expression softens when he sees Barty’s hurt expression, though, raising a hand to brush Barty’s hair out of his face. “But we figured it out, didn’t we?” He asks, with a slight smile on his face.

“Yeah,” Barty smiles back dreamily, “we did.”

“Oh Merlin,” Regulus says, startling Barty and Evan out of their own little world. “You two are disgustingly sappy. I have no clue how I didn’t realize you guys were dating. And how did I completely miss all of this drama?”

“You didn’t, at least not fully,” Evan assures him. “Remember the first week of February when Barty and I didn’t talk to each other at all? And you guys thought it was because Barty slept the girl I liked? Well you were right about the fact that I was mad that Barty slept with her, just not because I liked her.”

Dorcas suddenly gasps, then says with a shocked tone, “And that time that I walked into your dorm, and you pushed Barty off of your bed really fast, and your guys’ faces were all red, it wasn’t really because you were having a pillow fight, was it?!”

Barty winces at that. “Actually… we were having a pillow fight. That time, at least. Not that we didn’t use that excuse later on Regulus.”

Regulus makes a disgusted face. “Ugh. I did not need to know that.”

Evan laughs at that. “Seriously though, how did you not guess? Why would we be having a pillow fight with our shirts off?”

Regulus looks taken aback. “I… I didn’t think about it. You guys are two of my best friends, so that’s not my first thought when I see something like that. Especially when you tell me otherwise.”

He levels a glare at them, causing Barty to start to apologize. “Look, we’re sorry. We really thought we’d told you! It’s just that—”

“No, no,” Regulus cuts him off. “It’s fine. I’m just expecting to hear everything later, okay?”

Barty raises an eyebrow at him. “Everything? You sure about that?”

“Most things,” Regulus clarifies. “Not all.”

“That’s what I thought.”

The conversation dies out, and Barty and Evan go back to talking about how to master the charm that Flitwick taught them about that day, and Pandora occasionally chips in with advice since Charms is her best subject. Regulus pulls out a poetry book, and Dorcas starts to study Quidditch plays.

This lasts for a while, until Evan suddenly sits up and says, “Wait a minute, Regulus, Barty and I literally sleep in the same bed every single night. And you’re seriously telling me that you didn’t realize?”

“Shut up!” Regulus says, and finally everything is cleared up between all of them, and the group dynamic goes back to the way it was before all this happened.

With some exceptions of course, as Barty and Evan are, in fact, still dating.

And that, my friends, is one of my headcanons for how the rest of the skittles learned about Rosekiller :)

[guemarasims]

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[adventuresofalgy]

The temperature in the wild west Highlands of Scotland was evidently determined to remain below freezing for the time being. The morning frost sparkled in the chilly sunlight, and when Algy tried striding across the ground, the grasses crackled crisply beneath his feet.

Although the shadows remained exceedingly long and cold, the low winter sun was bright and inviting, so Algy decided to indulge in a wee bit of reading out of doors, with his new Christmas scarf wrapped snugly around his neck to avoid the worst effects of the chilled air.

Leaning back on the tree seat, he opened his copy of The Oxford Book of English Verse at a random page, and found a poem concerning the human race with which – as a daft fluffy bird revelling in the glories of Nature despite the biting frost – he heartily agreed:

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;— Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

[Algy is reading the poem The world is too much with us by the 19th century English poet William Wordsworth.]

[meowburgerz]

they are on a date 💛❤️