#for trimming later

[barksbog]

panther chameleon plushies!!!

based on the Amilobe locality of Furcifer pardalis

magnetic little hands for to grab things

soft

funny eyes

doesn´t need high humidty or complex care!

teddy joints for to move their little legs

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adopt one from my bog

barks-bog.com

[loktauri]

Amouring out! [LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER] Gearing out? [LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER] ...Triming out...? [LO

[tllgrrl]

Finally. After 20 years of being squirreled away in a bag, waiting for me to finish it. It’s DONE.

I fell in love with this shawl/capelet/thing at a trunk show that this yarn company was having at the LYS (Local Yarn Shop). It was knit up in a color I didn’t care for, but the patterning and construction intrigued me, so I got the yarn and the pattern, and started.

For some reason, I put it aside. Then Life happened and the bag it was in got placed into one of those big plastic bins, along with my stash. And that was put into the garage/storage at the new digs. Where it sat for at least 4 presidential administrations.

I brought it upstairs into my room where it sat for another 3 years.

Then, this past summer, I got it out, reread the pattern, got back into the groove, finished the mitered square black and grey trim, did the finishing, blocked it and now it’s done.

It’s almost cool enough to wear this in the morning when I leave the house at 5:30 in the gahtdamn morning, I open the front door to leave the house, immediately shut the door and say “Oh, HELL no!” and reach up to the top shelf to grab my new piece to throw on because it’s not yet cold enough for a coat or heavy jacket.

Picture a wide V shape. On the right side is a wide basketweave pattern. On the other side is a smaller basketweave pattern. That’s the thing that caught my fancy. And the trim.

The sample I saw was dark red and a brown. “Autumn” colors. Not attractive to me at all. I chose black, which looks dark charcoal here, but trust me: it’s black. And added grey for the trim. And did one corner in a red stripe instead of grey.

Why? Because.

One day soon, I’ll spread it out and take a photo of the whole piece and throw it in here, but for now…here ‘tis:

Mitred Trim Capelet #JSS04 (designer: Jane Slicer-Smith at sigknit.com)

[ossifer]

wrt baru my hottest take is that i do not personally read her as being low empathy and instead interpret her tendency to model other people + herself as rational actors & pragmatism throughout the traitor as stemming from her scholarship courtesy of falcrest & farrier, and how her earliest motivation is to 'outlaw the deaths of fathers' and rewrite the doctrines. a key part of the traitor is that she abstracts the people of aurdwynn prior to her various encounters with tain hu and treats the province with an only-partially affected level of emotional indifference, and to me this reflects how her focus begins and ends with taranoke initially: the subversion of the masquerade is an incidental detail to her infiltrating them; the horror of the policies she hasn't witnessed, the subjugation of the people she holds no loyalties to, elude her nascent perspective and thus she is unbeholden to them for a while (“I am an accountant. Heredity is not my concern”)

this is all to say that i do not think her obstensive low empathy is a matter of any particular tendencies but rather a byproduct of the fact she has unwittingly adopted the attitudes of an imperial technocrat in a foreign land, albeit with an added detached disdain due to her disquiet with falcrest: she internally characterises herself as seeking to rewrite its doctrines, loosen its hold on taranoke, but not to abolish it & this means that she—in her privileged position within aurdwynn—is content to let the specificities of it fall to her blind side. her gaze remains turned to taranoke and thus she is able to treat aurdwynn as an abstracted dilemma, its people as either unagentive or as following a linear path in pursuit of their goals; baru has fallen prey to thinking herself as an accountant, adopts falcresti modes of thinking so long as they suit her goals, and walks the path of complicity.

this changes over time, of course, and as time goes on we see these patterns of thinking break down as she draws parallels between aurdwynn and taranoke, as she rebels and cannot continue benefitting from the comforts of her imperial office, as she strays from accountant to revolutionary. she fulfills the role of traitor but it comes at a great personal cost that weighs on her: she trades the dukes as currency, buys her ascension, but she accrues an emotional debt that while not in of itself incompatible with her having low empathy does involve a large degree of guilt that i personally think showcases how imperial thought & farrier's process both rely on momentum. baru was conditioned to repress herself and to act with decision & directness because those are the conditions integral to maintaining her detachment: when she loses momentum, collides with tain hu, it comes undone.

what i find fascinating about her perspective is that while she has a vested interest in falcrest's demise, the process of arriving at that as the logical conclusion is one that takes time and requires her to see her illusions of its merits shattered: despite understanding it as an oppressor, she initially conceptualises its power as a neutral thing, something to be coveted and stolen away from it, rather than existing due to its exploitative nature. but that flawed conceptualisation stems from a partial perspective that is informed heavily by the education she received. i do not think that baru's perspective is a 1:1 with that of a citizen within the imperial core by any means but i do think she is a poignant illustration of how one's thought is inevitably informed by the predominant hegemony & the means by which imperialism indoctrinates: falcrest extensively employs various forms of social coercion rather than open force and baru's obstensive low empathy is to me a key illustration of that in practice

i personally think that baru has an excess of empathy, enough that it proves narratively significant at several points, but the reason it comes across as low is because her perspective is one that was engineered to suppress it. the farrier process is a more overt and expedited way to convey what happens when your perspective is informed by the thought of those who live comfortably off the dividends of the very same systems of oppression that leave you subjugated, when the culture you were raised in is primitivised and you are taught imperial sciences that allow you to abstract the fact of your neighbours dying of plagues introduced by the arrival of your coloniser.

“I’m not doing this,” Shir said, with terrible distance. “You are. You set the terms. This is your choice, it is the shape of you, to spend people for power.”

[marihem]

Helloo i just wanna confess that im so in love with your frans dynamic 😭😭💙💙💙💙💙 their interaction, their platonic relationship.. aahh somehow whenever i see them i can feel their vibes as a someone who loves platonic partner so bad, the calm vibes and their own shenaningans- which i couldnt stop laughing

Like, romance but most dominated with platonic?? Homies but at the same time love each other but still friend agdhd like that idk how to describe their relation but damn i just love them

How you draw sans and frisk are my most favorite especially your frans dynamic, hope you have a nice day and keep making what you love about them!! 💙

AAAA THANK YOUUU 😭 I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW 🥺💙

I've been reading what you wrote over and over and I'm just so glad to hear these from you! Indeed, those are the vibes I'm aiming for these two. Like other people around them, they couldn't really make out of what their relationship status is based on the binary "platonic" and "romantic" relationship. But you just know that they love and appreciate each other and always stick together and that's for sure 😌

I say they're "queerplatonic" because that's the most accurate "label" we can match to their relationship but if you actually asked them what they are, hehe you know what they'll say XD (omg I just love things that exist outside of the established standards made by Society TM)

I should tell y'all the story of how I slowly developed these two's relationship cuz it is also something that's connected to me personally haha ;D

EEEE again, I'm so so happy that you like my interpretation of Frisk and Sans!^^ What being obsessed with these characters for years does to a mf:

Please I'm more than happy to share my own take on these two as an individual and how they got to the being the people I've been drawing now as you can tell that these versions of Frisk and Sans are canon compliant and takes place years after the events of the game úဗù my ask box is always open 👀

Thank you so so much! Your words made my day and night and I'll still come to re-read this again and again! Please accept these humble lil doodles and I also wish you a wonderful day/night 💙💙

[honorhearted]

Comfort in camp was fleeting. With the backdrop of war in one's youth, it was quite easy to feel angry, hurt, cheated to realize that everything dreamt of as a child was now blood-spattered and ruined. Ben couldn't find a future in this hellscape -- not unless he fought for it tooth and nail, and with his ever-wavering humanity.

But with his friends -- with Anna -- he could somehow find a moment's respite. Lately, she had taken to waking up besieged by night terrors, panting and trembling and overwrought by a nameless ghost Ben couldn't even begin to assuage. This was why he'd proposed she share his quarters. It wasn't proper by any means, but since the rest of camp already believed they were tupping, he quite frankly didn't give a damn about their conjecture -- not when Anna needed him.

Late that night, he was roused from sleep by her jerking upright, clammy and trembling. Without fully being released from his own subconscious, Ben groggily rolled up to sit alongside her. On instinct, his hands lifted to take her shoulders, instantly sobered by the fear and panic in her eyes.

"It's all right," he soothed, cupping her face between his hands. "Look at me...breathe, Anna. You're here in my quarters, and you're safe -- I promise."

He didn't make assurances of this nature lightly, but as he curled her beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around her quivering frame, the selfish part of him realized that she made him feel safe, too. Brushing his lips over her hair, he closed his eyes and rubbed his palm between her shoulder blades. "Do you need to talk about it?" he gently pressed. "We can just sit here, if you'd like...or speak about anything you wish."

? (it can literally just be the generated dialogue, if you want -- you don't have to write anything else! <3)

Skeletal ribs seize with startling force and she finds herself bolting upright. Tinctured tendrils of frigid terror are sent etching across the marrows of shaken bones. Cruel wisps of dread do not dispel with the harsh fluttering of lashes. Instead, they seem to amplify under the accursed, hollow din of the campfire. The same one casting the brunette's usually soft maple shades, a hue more accurately likened to amber.

Panic, ill-subdued, lingers as Anna's eyes rove the tent. Despite her every effort to steel herself from sobbing, her ratted breaths scorch her lungs producing a strangled variation of the sound. Chilled skin plasters with rivulets which ran unabashedly towards the the lowest point of gravity possible.

Stiff porcelain digits snare, crumpling with fervor into the cloak still knotted about her throat for warmth when she catches Tallmadge's warm, errant gaze. "It's---" Anna rasps raw and vulnerable. The word 'nothing' is swallowed forcibly down in favor of a new direction. An apologetic one.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Of course, she is presuming he was roused when she unwittingly untethered herself from his arms.

Anna puffs out a forceful breath, attempting to mask the sting of dread still dwelling within in her veins. "I had a nightmare."

[exceptionalcameo]

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Wanda sat in front of the grave cross legged, using her fingers to brush away the dirt and debris that collected on the headstones if you weren’t attentive. There were still flowers laid on the grave, but she had noticed that it dwindled every year. It made her want to laugh, it made her want to scream. “You give everything for these people, and they forget so quickly.” She murmured to the gravestone in her native tongue, her fingers clearing out the wording engraved. Pietro Django Maximoff February 10 1989 - May 15 2015 “Thirty eight, we’re getting old.” She sighed, tangling her fingers in her hair for a moment at the thought. She didn’t feel thirty eight. She’d been twenty nine when she’d died and only another year had passed when she’d ‘died’ again. Except now it was suddenly 2027 and she couldn’t remember how she’d got there. She felt the approach long before Agatha began speaking, staying sat in front of the grave but leaving her conversation with her twin for their ears only. Wanda didn’t even look behind her when the woman began her all too obvious snarky little speech about her death. “Come now, Agatha, darling.” She replied, with not nearly as much venom. Wanda felt too tired for any of that. “You should know at your age that what you hear on the street and read in the papers isn’t always the whole story.” She told her simply as she stood from her spot, letting her fingers caress the gravestone once more before she turned so Agatha could see her properly and she could see Agatha. She tucked her hands into her coat pocket. “You look well.” She added.

"You mean for someone who was stuck in a hex?" Agatha shot back in a deadpan, no kindness in the eyes above her fake smile. "Your hex." Her glare broke and Agatha took a breath, hands moving descriptively as she spoke, attention drifting around them at times. "I mean, I get it...I ruined your little dissociative day dream...but honestly, someone had to. It was nice to see the real you at the end there...instead of the hero you were trying to be. It suited you." Agatha certainly looked less dramatic than their last show down...but at least it was better than the mess she'd been while under Wanda's spell. Tidy and tailored with her white button up shirt tucked into high waist trousers and long flowing purple vintage coat, topped off with her signature cameo just under the top button of her collar. Her hair was about as neat as it was ever going to get...braided into an updo, pieces of fringe still falling down to frame her face.

[infernal-lamb]

Howws that fic with your OC going? I’m very intrigued about that one :D

Oh!!! And if you have any new art/tidbits about her?

lmao, its going! I've made progress but now I am sulking like an 18th century poet in their giant, empty study.......Contemplating. Critiquing (just being nervous about posting fic since I havent written anything since I was like. 13. and I'm not exactly a writer, just someone who throws stuff together and goes Well, That's A Plot I Guess!) I'm glad people are intrigued about and Neves dfhjfghf. I DO have some lil doodles of her in the cult. One specific tidbit that makes me laugh: Neves is tall as hell in comparison to the cult members.

I'm not sure how to measure the inhabitants of the Lands of the Old Faith, but I imagine them at least smaller than the average human--mostly because I think its sort of funny to emphasize just *how* out of place Neves is among the Lamb and their flock. This is more like a rough estimate of how they compare LMAO. With her height, the cult members usually ask her to help with picking fruit on big trees or, for example, doing things like standing on her shoulders to clean the Temple windows that are too high up otherwise :') Here's a silly comic w/one of her experiences in the cult too!

[bdor1995]

my humble Professional Associates™ ita bag... supergiant games please give us more of these two in hades 2 or else i will pass away.

merch creds below the cut

bag: LudaMelnick

top left acrylic charm: Pegushi

top right heart shaped button: Siriniel

middle column of enamel pins: Strawbearries

bottom left large enamel pin: purrresa (sold out afaik)

bottom right acrylic charm: INJUREDDREAMS (sold out but i believe stickers are still available!)

mini acrylic charms: i lost their info, if anyone recognizes their style let me know 😥

[sentientcave]

Mullet really poppin' today

[n1et]

I just got a cane and oh my god, my entire body is shaking. It's as if I was standing up for all my life and just sat down. Life changing decision to just go and get one, and it only costed 34 PLN, I could get like a single burger with no sides or drink for that. Solid oak, admittedly about 3cm too long but I'm gonna trim it in a sec.

And I never even had big issues with my legs, just a slight left hip joint problem, nothing painful, 99% of the time I didn't notice it. But I guess it was just overworked and stiff all this time? Even my tension headaches got slightly better.

If you feel like you have ANY issues with your legs just get a cane, or even go to a medical store and try it out for 10 minutes, you don't even have to buy it at first. The investment is so low and the difference is potentially massive.

I can't believe I waited over 4 years to do this.

[cyphertronix]

Next chapter of Ghost Stans AU is gonna take maybe 2-3 weeks btw, kinda busy this week and I’m also unfortunately a miserable perfectionist.

[apradonite]

the squeakquel to nishikitty: meowjima

[analog-jester]

Filet Mignon Facts

Facts about my stupid scrunckley trimming that I keep in my head.

This one.

Look at that perfect specimen

Filet Mignon has eight legs, each with two claws.

Filet Mignon's eyes are constantly squinting, but may bulge out of his head when he's shocked or scared, and one has even popped out of its socket before.

Filet Mignon has six dorsal spikes (only four are visible in the picture) and his tail is perfectly fat and squishy. It's like when you fill a bag with frosting to pipe onto cupcakes... But it's meat.

He has a very prominent vein on his front left shoulder.

Filet Mignon does have a collar and leash, but he kicks off the collar constantly when at home.

His owner has a collection of old radios and sometimes sets them all to different frequencies just to watch the little idiot spin in circles trying to decide which one to go to.

His owner also works night shifts so he has a fairly normal trimming sleep cycle.

Filet Mignon's owner is absolutely not a security worker for a satellite company.

His owner's neighbors do not enjoy his owner getting into yelling contests with him. Much like you might meow back at your cat, the two often ''aaAAAaAAh" back and forth.

Filet Mignon is the second pet Trimming in his home.

The first was plucked from the trash outside and was called Gristle. Gristle was a bastard.

Filet Mignon was picked specifically by his owner when they found his node growing in their crawl farm.

Filet Mignon is still very young, probably only having recently reached full size, and still doesn't quite know what to do when meeting another trimming on a walk.

Filet Mignon does not have just a warm box, the spoiled bitch has a rabbit hutch sized thing with a heat lamp and bedding.

Filet Mignon's owner absolutely does not live immediately near very important satellites for military communications.

Filet Mignon's favorite treat is eggshells, and he gets them every morning while his owner makes breakfast.

Filet Mignon will often drag his favorite blanket around the house, and loves 'burying' random items in it, 'digging' them up, and then kicking the blanket right back over it to do it again.

[subspaceskater]

also if you arent interested in comming me i've set my patreon up to post sketches/wips/scrapped pieces that wouldnt see the light of day otherwise. https://www.patreon.com/subspaceskater

and my ko-fi is available as a tip jar https://ko-fi.com/subspaceskater

[vykodlak]

This Guy Bothering You, Queen? Vol. II

My original This Guy Bothering You, Queen? (aka music that feels like being a wizard or perhaps some type of guy with a big sword spray painted on the side of a van) was one of the first playlists I shared on here and for that reason I want it to remain an untouched time capsule, but lately I've also been getting the urge to expand on it - so here's Vol. II, now with 100% more songs with the word 'Cimmeria' somewhere in the title