#flocked figure

[goobersplat]

1960s Josef Originals Flocked Fuzzy Baby Dragons

(Image ID: Two flocked green dragon figures. They have brown glass eyes. The tips of their wings, tails, and hair are orange. They have small brown freckles.)

[sakura-misty-cat]

One piece of merch from my collection every day, day 3

Today we have this flocked Kyubey figure!

He's a bit dusty since he flocked and it's hard to get the dust off.

[shadowofyou]

autumn podgy and flamin’ hot chippy

[treasuregamble]

Calico Critters Royal Princess Set

[thatcharmingjerk]

Hello @horsefigureoftheday ! I am once again asking for your wisdom! I just had to snatch these two flocked cuties from a local recycling center, I really like how they're stylized but I have absolutely no idea who they are! Thank you so much in advance!

(But also my vintage LPS girlies, just because! 🖤 )

[starflungwaddledee]

is there an accepted collective name for waddle dees? for when they're in a group; like how you have a flock or birds or a pack of wolves?

if not can i formally suggest: wuddle.

because it's cute and sounds like a puddle of waddle dees. but also because it's similar to 'huddle' which is used for stationary penguins on land. (penguins are in fact actually collectively called a 'waddle' when they're walking, so there is... you know. That.)

[minzart]

I need to know how Disciples work for you because Leshy's shock, blushing head turn tells me it's not just, highly loyal follower. That was the reaction of someone being surprised when told "I love you"

The way I'm doing the diciples is kinda like the "highly loyal follower" but it varies how loyal and what loyalty means for each bishop. Also I really like doing Leshy as a God who had recently left his infancy, as the youngest he still didn't have the grasps and was yet figuring out what to do as his flavor of godhood

For shamura diciples are competent followers who will die for you, over and over, like soldiers, no matter what, this comes from inspiration where in my Save basically 90% of the followers Shamura turned against me were their ex diciples. For them loyalty = skill in strategy and combat, and at the end of the day "blind faith"

For kallamar diciples are highly loyal people who he will get closer to and inevitably(90%) become his spouses, so love/lust = loyalty (he was the least surprised by Narinder and Lamb's deal), also inspired how his diciples were the most rowdy ones and literaly died after I killed him(one for old age, the other by missionary they asked to go to)

For Heket I'm still figuring them out but loyalty = adaptability are probably gonna be my final say, inspired were in my Save one of her diciples asked to marry the lamb, and hey, it gave me the idea of maybe because she's the bishop of famine her followers have a tendency to always want to adapt to situations quickly, loyalty is maleable and lays in who can provide, if the lamb spared them and gave them food? That's enough to change sides and maybe start climbing the food chain in the the new cult for better results.

Now Leshy, probably tried shamura's method of Loyalty = competency, however Shamura also inspired their followers, leading by example and competency themselves as one God of wisdom do, but Leshy is chaos and spontaneity, Leshy inspired fear and uncertainty than loyalty, so his diciples weren't the most loyal ones, easily could change sides if deintroctrinated of said fear by the lamb. The way I do him is that he hasn't yet had a true loyal follower yet, he knows the difference he sees it in his siblings, he had diciples because it made his job easier but no-one quite truly achieved the loyalty criteria right for him, hence why he blushes, one, that's his crush, two, it's someone actively saying "I trust you" "I want to serve you" "i'll be by your side even without divinity" "despite who you are i still adimire", WICH IS MILES AWAY FROM WHAT HE DID AS A GOD, wich was to apoint a random guy who is really competent as a diciple, he never had someone ask with devotion in their words and actions to be his diciple

Leshy had recently understood the Order in Chaos and was killed right after by the Lamb, that's why he had yet to have a true diciple that fit the criteria of Chaos, were Loyalty is companionship in independence

[slyandthefamilybook]

Once there was a boy who was a shepherd. He kept watch over a small flock of sheep in a pasture at the edge of town. He loved his sheep. He had been born to a shepherd from a family of shepherds, and had so grown up amongst his flock. He knew all of the sheep by name and would great them one-by-one each morning. "Hello Dolly," he would say. "Hello Steven and hello Betty."

Now these sheep were undoubtedly useful: the townspeople would eat their meat and weave their wool and gnaw on their bones as they worked the fields. But these sheep were also alive. They had a glittering intelligence in their black eyes, and they would commune every so often to discuss the harvest, and the shepherd boy, and the townspeople. The sheep loved the shepherd boy and they loved the town and the townspeople, and the people loved them back. They were good sheep.

Now one day the shepherd boy overheard one of the townspeople talking about his flock. The man said he thought the sheep were ugly, and that they smelled bad. This upset the shepherd boy, because he loved his sheep, and he thought the people loved his sheep as well. The shepherd boy, being no more than 12 years old at the time, wanted to remind the people of how much his sheep mattered to them. So one night as the moon hid behind the clouds the shepherd boy stood on a stone in his pasture and cried out: "Help! Help! A wolf!"

Out came a crowd of people, blinking the sleep from their eyes and carrying torches and pitchforks and shovels and ladels. They stood in the pasture and looked about, but they could see no wolf. The townspeople became angry and shook their fists at the shepherd boy. "This is a serious matter!" they cried. The shepherd boy had to admit that his ploy was juvenile, but he was still a child, and so the people forgave him. And they continued to love the shepherd boy and his sheep, and the shepherd boy and his sheep loved them back, for the townspeople had proved that night how much they cared.

Five years later, when the shepherd boy was now a teen, he stood amongst his flock in the pasture and he said "good night, Dolly. Good night, Steven and good night, Betty." But as the clouds passed over the moon the shepherd teen saw a shape in the distance, and out of fear for his flock he cried out: "Help! Help! A wolf!"

Again came the great crashing crowd with their knives and their swords and axes and bows. They stood in the pasture and looked about, but they could see no wolf. The townspeople once again became angry, and they shook their fists at the shepherd teen. "This is a serious matter!" they cried. "We love you and we love your sheep, but you must learn to not be so frightened!" With great grumbling the townspeople returned to their homes, and the shepherd teen sensed that something had changed.

Five more years passed, and the shepherd teen was now a shepherd. He still passed through his flock every morning and said, "Good morning, Dolly. Good morning, Steven and good morning, Betty." And the sheep loved the shepherd and he loved them. But in his age he had grown cautious. The shepherd had learned from the townspeople that perhaps the wolves were not so great a threat as he had thought. And so at night when he would see their red eyes prowling at the edges of his pasture, he would stay silent and wait.

One night, as the clouds began to cover the moon, a wolf appeared. The wolf approached Dolly the sheep and snarled, its lips wet. "Away!" cried the shepherd. "Away with you!" But the wolf showed its fangs and said, "I want your sheep." "Why?" cried the boy. "Why must you take my sheep? You have your food in the forest!" But the wolf laughed. "I want your sheep because I am a wolf and they are sheep. That is how it is done." And the wolf parted its terrible jaws and snatched up Dolly the sheep and dragged her into the deep woods. And the shepherd remained silent.

The next night two wolves appeared, their eyes red and their tongues hungry. The wolves approached Steven the sheep who was with his family. "Away with you!" cried the shepherd. "Why do you hate my sheep so?" The wolves cackled and said with the same voice, "we hate your sheep because it is the thing for sheep to be hated. All wolves hate sheep, and they cannot all be wrong. Even the birds and rabbits of the forest will come around." And the wolves each took a leg from Steven the sheep and hauled him into the dark woods. And still the shepherd held his tongue.

The next night as the moon was new the shepherd saw a sea of red eyes at the edge of the forest. The wolves marched toward his sheep, their heads held high. And the shepherd saw that indeed the birds and rabbits of the forest were among them, their eyes bleeding and their teeth sharp. They approached Betty the sheep who cried out in terror. The shepherd stood on a rock in his pasture and called out with a loud voice: "Help! Help! The wolves have come, and all the birds and rabbits of the forest!"

But this time no one came. You see, although the boy had cried wolf before, his fear was now justified. But the townspeople had grown tired of him. Every time the flock was threatened they felt compelled to act, and that compulsion drained them. And they no longer liked the shepherd. He had spent too much time with his sheep, and they had begun to see that same glittering black intelligence in his eyes. Sheep are frightened of everything and cannot be expected to know when they are truly in danger.

What had the shepherd done for them? He kept his sheep mostly to himself these days. Perhaps the shepherd was the one really in control, and he had used his cries of wolf to bend the townspeople to his will. Anyone whose flock was threatened that often must be doing something wrong.

And what was this about the birds and rabbits of the forest? They were peaceful! They could never be convinced to join with those who preyed upon them. Flocks of sheep are old and backwards and they are a drain on the town, the people thought. If the birds and rabbits hate the sheep they must have good reason to do so.

Again the shepherd called out, but the townspeople rolled over in their beds and stuffed their ears with sheep's wool. The shepherd's cries of wolf had made them feel guilty, and so they had found reasons for why they did not have to listen. And besides, the townspeople thought as they pulled their wolf skins over their heads and their eyes glowed red, the sheep really were delicious...

[impoffreemarket]

/gnawing at the bars of my enclosure/

[goobersplat]

NICI design Flocked Frog Figure

(Image ID: An anthropomorphic flocked frog figure wearing a blue shirt with white polka dots and gray pants.)

[captainlordauditor]

I understand the frustration with people not treating adopted family like it's real, but I do, actually, think that Damian, who met Bruce when he was about 10 and was raised from birth knowing Bruce as an absent role model, is going to have a fundamentally different relationship than

Dick, who was fostered from a culture that has a history of having their children forcibly separated from their community and assimilated into whiteness

Jason, who functionally disowned himself before Damian met Bruce

Tim, the guy who went so far as to fake a legal guardian so Bruce wouldn't adopt him right away, and whose biological father died when he was 16

Cass, who did not meet Bruce at all until she was 17

I don't, actually, think Dick or Tim would consider Bruce their father unilaterally without caveats. Even Jason's relationship is complicated by the fact that he did have Willis and Catherine for the first 10-12 years of his life, in some form. And I think it's very possible that Damian would not expect his siblings to grok his relationship with Bruce due to the fact that every one of them had another parental figure in their life at some point, in a way that Damian has not.

[pixiemage]

Y'all I have to tell you, every time I see the term "Pyre" used as a name for blazeborn family units (like "flock" for avians), I do a little happy dance. I came up with it for a friend's Rancher fic like two years ago by now and I keep seeing it pop up in new Tango fics, and I friggin' LOVE IT. Keep it up guys, you're making my little worldbuilding heart so damn happy 🥰

[ghirahimbo]

hey. hey Nintendo, let's talk. did you just kind of imply—just kind of throw in there—that Rito can maybe talk to birds?

did you really?

did you rea

[toytopia]

[simeonscott]

The Party Assembled.

[glimmerkey]

Unbranded Flocked Mini Plastic Dinosaurs