#handle of moss meme

[predwolfxx121]

My half-unicorn pony OC named Howlite Wolfheart offering some moss on her hooves to my old Protoss OC Shiori. The Lady of the Tal'darim is not pleased. This is a 'Handful of Moss' parody.

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Protoss © Blizzard Entertainment

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[mossmx]

put all of your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that pop up. Tag however many people you want, to keep it going, if you want to, of course

tagged by @feuxx 🔥🔥

I do not have all my music in one place (see notes) so I'm hand picking them too. I listen to about the same song is loop for months anyway 😆

Ora - Jovanotti

L'abitudine - Francesco Gabbani (I listen to this so much that it counts for 5!! If you liked Occidentali's Karma or Gabbani in any shape or form listen to this, because it's one of his best lyrics!)

Big Girls - MIKA

It's jungle out there - Randy Newman (Monk Theme)

Capybara

Obituary - Alexander Desplat

I'm tagging all my followers 👉👉👉

[pile-of-bugs]

Today's bug: Tailless whip scorpion!

Sorry I haven't been active for so long.. anyways I got a new pet today - this female tailless whip scorpion (likely Phrynus whitei), so I'll tell you about them!

Tailless whip scorpions are arachnids in the Order Amblypygi (am-BLIP-idge-eye) and they're quite ancient! They even look a bit prehistoric, I think. There's about 150 species of tailless whip scorpion.

Adapted for crawling around dark forests and cave walls, these arthropods are nearly blind - their simple eyes giving them only vague information, like the level of surrounding light. That's where their loooong 2nd pair of legs come in!

(image source: Wikimedia)

See those long "whips" from which they get their name? Those are for feeling their surroundings. When active, they'll be constantly moving around them around to sense their environment. The whips are very fragile and can break easily, but can be regrown every molt!

(image source: Frank Deschandol on iNaturalist)

Tailless whip scorpions are NOT scorpions, nor are they spiders. And those terrifying front claws aren't legs either - they're heavily modified mouthparts, pedipalps to be precise. Speaking of scorpions, their grabby claws are also their pedipalps! In spiders, these are those cute little appendages right next to the chelicerae (the things that have the fangs).

Unlike both scorpions and spiders, however, a tailless whip scorpion cannot bite or sting. They're almost totally harmless! Practically the posterchild for "don't judge a book by its cover," these are some of the friendliest arachnids in the world. You have to seriously to make one angry (which is basically abuse, so don't do that), and even then they'll only try smacking you with their thorny pedipalps, never biting with their fangs.

About the only truly scary part of handling them (once you get past their appearance) is their speed. These things normally move very slowly (on account of the "blind and has to touch everything" thing), but if startled, they'll bolt in the opposite direction with incredible speed! They really, really would rather not confront you at all. I cannot emphasize enough how completely NOT dangerous these arachnids are, despite their look!

(image source: Jonathan's Jungle Roadshow)

Btw, did you know the mommas make great parents? Like many other large arachnids, the mothers will take their young with them until they're large enough to hunt on their own. They hatch from an egg pouch carried on the underside of the abdomen, which looks absolutely alien - in the source for the above image, you can find pictures of the whole process.

You may have seen this meme ^ Their pedipalps, usually folded up, can also unfold to catch prey or defend themselves (in the original video for this pic, the owner is provoking this reaction - something I don't condone, even if it showcases their grab ability very well). Tailless whip scorpions are carnivores, and the prey they catch are usually small insects like crickets or flies.

Tailless whip scorpions are found in almost every warm, tropical part of the world - Central/South America, Africa, Asia, and even some islands like the Phillipines!

Here's my t.w.s.' habitat. They're very easy pets to take care of! Just make sure you have a habitat that favors verticality - they need to be able to climb to feel at home! Cork board is best, either just on the back, or 2-3 sides of the enclosure. Humidity is a must, so have the base be filled with cocofiber, then add water and perhaps a heating pad set on low to maintain moisture. Moss helps too! All that's left is to feed them - just once or twice a month is enough.

The light on my display is too hot, and heats up the plastic really quickly, so I only use it briefly to find and observe her. They don't actually need light since they're used to being in the dark!

I hope you liked these facts on tailless whip scorpions. If you know more facts, lmk or just add it to the post! I'm still learning things myself - like for example, you can tell males/females apart by the size of their pedipalps (the males have reaaaally long pedipalps, like the one in that meme, the females have much shorter ones).

[fandomandangstlover]

what if i made like. the perfect guardian forms for three n four more fucked up. four's is based off the igbp meat moss, w/ his rib cage opened n w/ thousand of eyes peaking out of it. his ears eyes mouth n nose are constantly leaking meme energy and his lower half is mostly meat moss, w/ hands poking out of it at points. theres spikes going up his spine n tendrils coming out of his sides.

three is a floating husk, w/ yt remote power n red meme energy wrapped around him, theres an "outer layer" of it protecting him, shaped like a rib-cage too and w/ skeletal arms coming out of it aswell. his leg n arms have some sort of black gradient that is like some sort of liquid that has its drops float up into the air. his eyes are completely white w/ red outlines n are glowing, with glowing cracks on his body due to it not being able to handle *that much power*.

HOLY FUCK I LOVE THIS SM OUGH HELL YEA EATS EATS EATS EATS EATS EATS EATS. OUGH.

@forthedancingandthethriving !!!!!!!!!

[seidanguard]

‘✂’ -khaotickleric

murder meme || always open!

@khaotickleric / @bloodyxroyal

Hotaru did not know what he felt. It was indescribable. The despair. The inadequacy. The guilt and shame. The shock, the disbelief, the confusion, the anger, and the horrible, horrible feeling of being proven absolutely right.

But if there was ever a time in which he could not show it, it was now, in front of this monster, this genocidaire, this beast. Havik, too, was indescribable. Freedom? Thousands of dead civilians was "crying freedom?"

Attack the Senate, fine. Blow up Seidan Guard bases, fine. But innocents? What good did that do?

Not much - not for Darrius' and Havik's "resistance," anyway.

Part of Hotaru did not hate Havik as much as he hated Darrius. Darrius found a bottom-caste bottom-feeding cretin mad at having consequences for breaking the law and with a personal grudge against Hotaru for some reason. Then he convinced the small-minded idiot that he was going to be the savior of his people from their terrible oppression, when the truth was his people weren't oppressed at all - they were given the exact rights that their savagery could handle. Darrius gave him power and let him loose because he knew damn well that whatever Havik was going to do, it would be a nightmare. That way Darrius could show up and save the day for the millions of people outside the capital, thrown into disarray from loss of their government and the violent uprising of the lower castes, whose idea of "freedom" no doubt included pillaging, violence, rape and murder. Then Darrius could position himself as the moderate choice, the reasonable middle ground between Order and Chaos.

But what Havik had done was beyond imagination. Hotaru had cried the first time he was alone after returning with the allied Outworld army and witnessing the unspeakable ruin. It was not just because of the loss of his beautiful world, but also because he was the one tasked with defending it and he had failed. It was his job to keep these savages in check and he failed, and they proved to the universe just how savage they were.

Given their anarchy and their loose, carefree hold on the rest of Seido, it was not hard to destroy them. They had Outworld's help - Empress Mileena felt it was her duty to lend the strength of her armies, since it had been an Outworlder named Zafeero - another name Hotaru inexplicably felt like he knew - who had summoned this great flood.

The smell of dampness was more from moss growing in between the cracks of rocks of rubble. Houses, universities, theatres, museums - how much culture had they lost? But Hotaru had found him in the headquarters of the Seidan Guard, in <i>his</i> office, sitting in <i>his</i> chair, with his feet propped up on Hotaru's table and looking as smug as a king. Because he did not understand that sitting in that chair meant that Hotaru <i>served<i> Seido, not that he ruled over it.

Hotaru had plowed through the remains of the compound, laying a one-man siege in a straight line to his office, killing anyone and everyone in his way.

Within one second of entering the room, Hotaru had the disfigured bastard stuck against the wall, held in place in a cooled lava cocoon that kept him from moving his limbs. Hotaru was not interested in a fight. This monster, this subseidan, was not worth one. He wasn't worth pausing for, either: shooting the large amount of lava through his table and straight at Havik did not cause Hotaru to miss a single step. Soon, he was inches from his disgusting face.

Havik's real name was apparently Dairou - which seemed very slightly familiar to Hotaru in a very slightly sad way that he couldn't explain or place. But Hotaru would speak neither name..

In fact, Hotaru would not even waste a single word on this evil, primitive creature. Instead, he gave him and his soon-to-be coffin a disgusted onceover and then poured lava right onto his head until his entire body was enveloped in the unforgiving stone made of Hotaru's lava.

As Hotaru turned around and sealed every step behind him with walls and walls, he did not feel any better. What was done to his world was done. There was no closure. There was no justice. All he could do was stop "Havik" from hurting anyone else.

Even when--not if, <i>when</i> -- Hotaru rid the world of Darrius, there would be nothing but regret and shame.

There was no possible way that Hotaru could truly atone for his Then, at least, he hoped he could commit Hara Kiri so that the world could rebuild, free of him.

[arealcrow]

MOAR! MOAR! (for Izzy)

💐🍄🍁💦

number one ask meme that has made me crave turrón

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

it makes him soo upset and scared to be sick. he got very sick when he was young, with the same thing that killed his father, and it's a fear he's never really gotten over. so he gets teary if he's left alone for too long, and is generally an anxious mess while he's sick. he is also pretty shy about how Dramatic it makes him, which is funny for him, so he's pretty selective about who he asks for care from when he's sick when he's the one doing the caring though, he's Incredibly attentive. he might not always know how to deal with things, but he's great at asking for help from people who do and following their instructions lol

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

TURRÓN his favorite comfort food is turrón. its usually a treat for christmas time but if you want to get into his good graces, getting or making him some any time of year is a sure bet. also i think he's quite good in the kitchen :3 learned most of his momma's recipes by heart

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

for the most part, izzy doesn't really enjoy being alone. but when he does get overwhelmed, i think it would be outside in nature. which is kind of cheating, in a way, because then hes not alone- it's him and all the bugs and plants and animals and rocks and water and wind and everything else. when he was a kid, he had a favorite tree in the forest around his family's farm that he would run to and hide in the roots of when he was overwhelmed. his siblings would come looking for him whenever the next meal was, and usually find him asleep, cradled by soft moss

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

none because i want to squeeze him like a chew toy until he turns evil my gut instinct was to say meeting tommy, even though that technically wasn't a traumatic event. however that Would have kept him from being a part of [REDACTED], which is one of the few other traumatic things he's been through so.....

[harpieunion]

God I would fucking love to share my Ghoul oc but I never know where to start when sharing new ocs and ACK. So we’re gonna try anyways

Their name is Bug/ Mud bc we’re pulling one of those “multi ghouls never have just one name” moments. Bug because I fucking love they like insects and tend to skitter around like a little buggy; mud because they specialize in drums (earth) and bass (water). There’s other reasons behind these names too but you have to be at least lv 1 friend with them to find out.

Mudbug is also acceptable. Reminds them of worms :) and the most common used name.

Garden ghoul… pollinator enthusiast… rock collector. Not one of Primo’s ghouls but plant pawpaw can appreciate their pest control (because invasive species suck). They have a large terrarium in their room dedicated to local detritivores (dead/decaying matter eaters) and often lifts rotting food from the kitchens to feed the lil buggies.

They don’t publicly play music at all. At least, not in a while. The most people have heard the past few months is the thumping happening behind their closed door.

Not all musically talented ghouls have to preform… Not everyone can handle the stage… they weren’t summoned for music anyways. It was just a lucky bonus at the time.

They’re a groundskeeper. Gutters stuffed? They’ll clear them. Rocks in the drive way? Moved to a safe location. Multiple potholes from another ghoul trying to catch a mole? Filled and leveled. Even the scrubbing of gravestones and statues is left to them. There’s just something about losing yourself to the removal of dirt and moss that feels… safe. Comforting. And if that bitch isn’t shining when they’re done.

You know that meme where it’s “aw you’re just a little guy. Actually you’re pretty fucked up”

That’s what it’s like befriending mudbug. Just. Don’t worry about it!

One of my absolute besties is working on a commission of them for me (hi corpse ily corpse) so I’ll happily post that once it’s done. In the mean time, mudbug is 5’6, curvaceous, wears a stag beetle ring on their left middle finger, and has an Impera era mask. The right lense is cracked, it features no distinct patches, and her horns are black with a ring of silver around the mid point.

You have not unlocked casual mudbug yet.

This concludes this post. Swag.

[hermannsthumb]

for the autumn fic meme.. newmann #20 like newt chasing leaves and hermann outwardly is psh, childish and internally heart eyes and is crunching the leaves around his feet with his cane when newts not looking (this became really long lol feel free to just post it not as a request)

20. Crunching Leaves

from autumn fic prompts here

this is such a cute idea

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"It's weird having a break from things, isn't it?" Newton says.

Hermann hums noncommittally. He prods the small fire in their chiminea with the end of a rusted poker (dug up from a garden shed that's seen better days), and moves his leg back just in time to avoid spraying his trouser hem with sparks. Newton tugs the sleeves of his sweatshirt down over his knuckles and gives him a small smile. "Even a small break," he amends. "It's like a mini vacation."

Hermann is not sure—if given the opportunity to do so—he would've picked the northwestern United States as his ideal vacation spot, nor would he spend three out of their four days there networking and lecturing at an international Kaiju Science conference, but he supposes he understands Newton's point. The location of their rental cabin is remote and wooded, which has made for rather calm, picturesque evenings by the living room fireplace, and everything (even their sparse accumulation of groceries) is on the PPDC's budget, which means it's hardly the hit to the wallet it would have otherwise been. Ideally, he would not have to handle Newton on a vacation, either, but Hermann supposes nothing can be perfect. He watches silently as Newton pours himself another cup of coffee from the rental kitchen's French press. "Mm," Hermann says.

Their flight back to Hong Kong leaves tomorrow afternoon. Over their shared dinner of instant mashed potatoes and fish sticks from a box, Newton had suddenly become deeply incensed that they had not taken full advantage of the rental cabin, and dragged Hermann outside onto the small back patio to do some proper autumn things—to Newton, that meant finding two wooden deck chairs languishing under moss and ivy at the very back corner of the property, lighting a campfire in the dusty chiminea with an ancient book of matches discovered under the sink, and attempting to roast marshmallows with a broken tree branch. He gave up on the marshmallows after he kept burning his beyond recognition, too impatient to hold them anywhere but directly in the flames. Hermann had not bothered in the first place. He's always been somewhat repulsed by their texture. "Have you ever been camping?" Newton says.

Hermann shivers at the thought of willingly spending time inside a tent. Even sitting outside beneath trees right now (where twigs bounce from above onto his clothing, bugs keep landing on him, and all sorts of things to set off his hay fever) is pushing the limits of his patience. "Absolutely not."

"I used to go camping every October when I was a kid," Newton says. "I loved it. This place kinda reminds me of the campground we'd go to. So many—" He waves his hand around, and adds, lamely, "Trees."

Hermann privately thinks that all forests tend to look the same, but he doesn't tell Newton that; it's not as if they can take a stroll through the woods whenever they'd like back in Hong Kong, where they spend about ninety percent of their waking moments toiling away in the dark and the damp of the basement laboratory, and he's not keen to put a damper on Newton's good spirits. He knows Newton has spent more than a few days off of work hunting down the nearest hiking spots, always returning (often the following morning) with his pockets full of leaves and interesting rocks he looks up online. Hermann has always, quite frankly, found it endearing. Not that he would ever confess such a thing to Newton.

He pokes the fire again. This time, sparks shoot out at Newton's boots. Newton doesn't bother moving out of the way. "I never spent much time outside as a child," Hermann says. "Too busy with school, I suppose." When he was not doing schoolwork for his classes, he was practicing whatever his mother and father decided school was not sufficiently instructing him in (for the Gottlieb children were expected to be exceedingly accomplished and well-rounded in their skills)—advanced mathematics, languages beyond their native German, even piano, for a spell, before Hermann finally confessed he loathed the instrument, though he still retains enough of it he reckons he could play some Chopin should you sit him down in front of one. He used to have a treehouse—a hand-me-down from his elder brother, as most of Hermann's things were—he would keep his telescope in, and he would fall asleep there some nights, one eye still pressed to the eyepiece. That was when he still had the full capabilities of his left leg that were required to shimmy up and down a ladder, of course.

"Didn't you live on a farm?" Newton says.

It was not actually a farm, as Hermann frequently reminds Newton, merely a former farmhouse on what was, at one point, likely farmland, but that must've been at least a hundred years before the Gottliebs moved in. The house was certainly old enough. Newton never fails to roar with laughter over it anyway, and Hermann knows it's because he's picturing Hermann's in dungarees and milking a cow or some such nonsense. Hermann can see Newton's mouth twitching into a broad grin even now. "Hardly," Hermann says. "I really do mean I was too busy to have the time to do much else. My mother and father preferred it that way."

"'Much else'?" Newton echoes.

"Childish sorts of things," Hermann says. A dead leaf drifts from a tree overhead and lands near him on the patio. Hermann stabs it with the poker, debates condemning it to the fire, and then flicks it off to the side inside. He drops the poker back on the ground. "Er. Playing. Indoors, or outdoors."

This sobers Newton up. "You mean, like, being a normal kid?"

"I suppose," Hermann says.

"Jeez, dude," Newton says. "That's...kinda depressing."

Hermann shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee. He doesn't think much about it these days. He doesn't think much about his childhood in general, really, and certainly doesn't waste time moping over it—there are much more important things that require his attention. "Is it?" His coffee's gone cold. They've been out here for quite a long time; the sun has almost set on the horizon, and the chill of the October evening is settling upon them fast. Hermann suddenly wishes he'd thought to pack a thicker sweater. Or, oddly enough, a book. It feels like the appropriate setting to read something, perhaps even aloud to Newton (not that they would ever agree on what to read). Perhaps he and Newton might draw their chairs together, and toss a heavy blanket over themselves, and Newton would put his head on Hermann's shoulder and poke fun at Hermann's taste in literature, but listen intently anyway...

The fire pops. Hermann coughs and shoos his traitorous thoughts away. Another leaf drifts down, this one landing in Newton's hair, and Newton's smile returns as he extracts it. He clenches his fist around it with a satisfying crunch. "I love fall," he says. He raises his boot above another leaf and slams it down with an even louder crunch. His smile widens into a grin. "Hey, do you remember if there was a rake in the shed? I kinda want to make a leaf pile."

"It's nearly dark, Newton," Hermann points out.

"And?" Newton hops to his feet. "I'll be right back," he says, and, his scarf flapping behind him like a cape, tears off back in the direction of the shed, taking care to trod on each and every dry leaf in his path.

He returns a minute later empty-handed. "No rake," he says.

He jumps on another leaf. Then another.

"Don't be such a child," Hermann sighs, though his heart twists in his chest at the sight of Newton so unabashedly happy. He often envies Newton for how carefree he can be sometimes, though he has a sinking feeling what he's feeling now is nothing remotely like envy. Newton really is a thorn in his side.

Newton, rather appropriately, sticks his tongue out at him, and then jumps on another leaf. The force of it jostles his glasses so far down his nose they threaten to fall to the ground themselves. "I'm having fun, man. This is the first time I haven't been stressed out of my fuckin' mind in months." He pushes his glasses back up. "I wish we had another day here."

Oddly enough, Hermann finds himself agreeing with Newton. But he'd prefer an additional day without Newton, of course—Hermann would love to have a day all to himself here, where he could sleep in late, take advantage of the bathtub (which he's been too shy to so far, given that their cabin has only one restroom and he shares it with Newton), and devote as little time as he pleased to all things kaiju-related. Well, maybe he'd let Newton stop in for dinner. Or for a passionate debate or two. Or to share a blanket and a book, if only in Hermann's wildest fantasies. It does sound a bit like a bore without him.

While Newton's back is turned, Hermann uses his cane to crunch a few dry leaves littering the ground by his feet. The sound really is quite satisfying. "Can we go inside now?" he says. When Newton turns to him, his hair sticking up at odd angles, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes bright behind his glasses, Hermann must affect a frown to keep himself from smiling. "I'm—er—I'm getting a bit cold."

[virgoofcolor]

top 5 colors 😌

artist mode activated

sapphire/ royal blue: first of all its the color of my birthstone, second of all i get lost in it, reminds me of the sky ✨

mustard gucci: other than being a meme, its such a great color! like its so versatile you can wear this color any season. reminds me of sunflowers and honey 🌻🐝

wine red: classic, sexy, haunting, it makes me feel like i have high heels on. its the color other colors want to be, like chartreuse wants to be her SO BAD but you cant, bc ur not wine red. reminds me of cherries 🧣

sienna/ sepia: wholesome, earthy, warm, and cozy. this color would give you a hug on a rainy day and offer to drive you back home or something. reminds me of pottery class ⚱

pine/ moss green: oh im in yosemite, im in the muir woods, and the air is crispy and my lungs cant handle this oxygen! i have a beanie in this color too so maybe im biased but whatever. reminds me of my planet 🦎

top 5

[kinsie]

Overly Belated Game Impressions from PAX Aus 2018

Every year I go to PAX Aus with some close friends to check out the Incredible Future of Games that everyone else already checked out six months ago. This is usually coupled with checking out some wonderfully well-preserved old games and hardware, along with some typically wonderfully weird indie stuff I've never heard about before. Every year, I've written up a little review of things I've played (or watched get played) on an old private forum some friends maintain, but this year, I've figured, fuck it, I might as well post it publicly, right?

Not Indie Games

Super Smash Bros Ultimate sure is a Smash game. That's not a bad thing, but since this was the same demo build from E3 (so before the Castlevania reveals) there wasn't a huge amount of surprises - just a damn good fightfest. Amusingly, the demo booths were split into two groups - For Fun (items on, Switch Pro Controller) and For Glory (items off, the new Gamecube controllers). New Super Mario Bros. U Deluxe has a nonsensical name and spawned an even more nonsensical meme. The demo had six levels to play - three from the base game, three from the Luigi expansion - with both the new and old characters to play. It doesn't look like anyone other than Toadette can get the meme crown, meaning players using that character won't have to jostle for powerups in multiplayer. I didn't play Pokemon Let's Go Eevee because the queue was like 90 minutes long, but my friend braved it and gave it a resounding "ehhhh" with a hand gesture resembling a teetering see-saw. Apparently the co-op stuff wasn’t available in the demo, either, which concerned my friend since that was specifically what he was interested in.

V-Rally 4 looks nice aesthetically, but the gameplay seems pretty "eh". The name seems to be about the most interesting part. Dragonball FighterZ for Switch seems like a pretty decent port. I don’t know much about the source material or original game, but it ran fast and I didn't notice any obvious hitching or whatever.

Luigi's Mansion for Nintendo 3DS is... a 3DS port of the Gamecube launch title. It ran at a solid 30fps... a whole lot better than I recall Luigi's Mansion 2/Dark Moon running, but I was also using a vanilla 3DS for that game while the demo units at PAX were New models.

Indie Stuff

The Xbox Adaptive Controller was present as part of a demo setup for a version of One More Line. I wasn't expecting to have to push the Big Novelty Button as hard as I did, I thought it'd be a lighter touch for some reason. Although I know the button kinda isn't the point of the thing...

Supertrucks Offroad is a PC adaption of a mobile take on old top-down racing games. There's promise here, but the current handling and physics leave a lot to be desired. Hopefully it continues to develop and evolve.

Infinity Heroes is a card game with some simplified mechanics and animated versions of all the card graphics. Has potential, but still plenty of rough edges and pre-alpha grit to sand out.

Metal Wolf Chaos XD sure is a port of an Xbox game. It feels pretty well done, all things considered - the framerate is great, the controls are responsive, and the English subtitles are sometimes even connected to what's being said by the characters!

Ghoul Britannia: Land of Hope and Gorey is a point-and-click adventure game that, unexpectedly, uses a Fallout-esque isometric perspective instead of the usual side-on.

Table of Tales is a VR tabletop RPG where you control an entire party of Scoundrels by moving pieces around a constantly-changing board and playing ability cards. Since it was a VR game, there was a long sign-up queue to play, so the developers set up a little booth where Arbitrix, the game's DM (and, incidentally, a mechanical talking bird), would cheerfully explain the game for you. He said my goatee was perfect for a pirate adventure. It was probably intended as a compliment.

Supermarket Shriek is very similar to a game I prototyped years ago, except it's got a Supermarket Sweep theme and shrieking goats. Also, it's actually getting finished and has more than one level, which is another differentiator. Use the shoulder triggers to make the characters inside a shopping trolley scream their lungs out, propelling the trolley and allowing you to steer it through silly retail-themed obstacle courses.

You probably think, based on the squat protagonist and camera angle, that Tunic is a riff on Zelda: A Link to the Past. Surprise! It's actually a riff on Zelda: Ocarina of Time! The combat is very similar, with a dodge/roll button and Z-targeting (although I guess it's more RT-targeting now) that jumps to the next enemy upon beating your current one. I can't say enough nice things about the graphics... One thing that's interesting is that the entire game is in a fictional language. This includes stuff like the pause menu!

Dash Blitz is a pretty amateurish attempt at a Smash-esque platform fighter. The "feel" just isn't there, sadly.

Nom Nom Apocalypse is a top-down dual-stick roguelite about fighting off food monsters. It looks pretty interesting, but sadly I didn’t get to go back and give it a hands-on look.

Henry Mosse and the Wormhole Conspiracy is a good old-fashioned point and click adventure. The graphics are wonderfully drawn in a cartoon style, but they suffer from really puppet-y animation like an old Flash cartoon, and it breaks my heart.

No Moss Studios bought along Beam Team, a couch co-op game about fighting a giant donut that I didn’t get to try, as well as a collection of weird little Patreon-funded oddities like Sprout Up, a simple little mobile game about weaving through vines, and My Magpie, a bird-aiding simulator of sorts. 

Little Reaper is a platformer with a fun movement twist in that you can throw your scythe - which travels in an arc like a hammer in Mario - and teleport to where it lands. I'll have to give this a closer look.

Mars Underground is an Earthbound-esque RPG-style adventure game with a Groundhog Day-style conceit of being stuck in a time-loop. I can't really say it struck me, to be honest.

Scout's Honor is a co-op party game where four players team up to set-up a camp-site in a limited amount of time while dealing with hazards and such. It looks kinda cute, reminds me of Overcooked a bit.

Ice Caves of Europa is a rather odd-controlling game where you pilot a hover-drone controlled by an artificial intelligence. This one probably takes a bit more time to wrap your head around than a convention center allows.

Introspect looks really cool - a Shadow of the Colossus-style boss rush with an emphasis on movement tricks and agility. I didn't get to play it while I was there, but the developers were handing out download codes for the show floor build. It seems pretty fun, although it still needs a good deal of polish.

Soundfall is a dual-stick rhythm-shooter where you have to get to the end of a course before the song ends, with rewards for shooting and slashing to the beat ala Crypt of the NecroDancer. One to watch. 

Ticket to Earth is a tactical strategy RPG ala Fire Emblem with a tile-matching mechanic that makes how you move to your enemies even more important by limiting your movement and charging your special abilities. The comic artwork is nice, although the talking heads only seem to have one or two facial expressions.

Nova Flow is a first-person speedrunner that reminds me of a blend of Mirror's Edge's DLC maps and that one paint game that got incorporated into Portal 2. One of the demo levels was apparently one of the hardest levels in the game, and the developer was quite impressed at my getting within inches of completing it before the demo timer ran out...

Dawnblade seems to be an attempt at doing the whole Diablo thing on a phone, with the player hacking their way through short, pre-made maps. Visually, it looks like any of a million other games riffing off of Warcraft 3, and it seems to have some weird mobile game trappings like a stamina system to limit the amount of time you can play in a period of time.

Little Bit Lost is a survival game where you've been shrunk down to the point where ants tower over you and are powerful monsters. This one felt real early. It has promise, but needs a lot of polish to truly deliver on it.

Rogue Singularity is a 3D platformer with procgen levels. The feel didn't gel with me, and I can't really say I liked it all that much. It didn't help that the Switch port I played seemed to lack anti-aliasing entirely, giving the entire scene an unpleasant jagged look.

Ashen looks utterly fascinating - an open-world Souls-esque action RPG with Journey-style "passive" co-op where you can occasionally meet other, anonymous players out in the world and either help them or leave them to their fate. It looks really pretty.

Speaking Simulator is a hilarious puzzler where you have to manually operate a human mouth in order to say Entirely Normal Phrases in order to convince people that you are absolutely a human and not a murder robot in disguise.

Untitled Goose Game had a massive queue that I was absolutely not going to fuck with. :(

yeop

[circusglass]

frost blue, anisei, moss

colorful meme-o weme-o: @grimrecper​

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

Molly is charmed by snow for all of five minutes before he’s over it. Makes things slushy, muddy, damp and difficult to traverse. He can handle colder temperatures to a degree—his body temperature runs a steady 103-104°F—and he doesn’t mind being used as a space heater, but he much prefers the late summer season.

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don’t deserve it?

Find him in the nearest bath house (with a bucket full of the finest oils and salts), or tramping around the closest market, looking for the most absurd, gauche, feckless (but decorative!) ornaments (bolts of fabric, jewelry, tapestries). Molly’s self-care methods are the most direct ones; he knows he deserves them. He doesn’t scrimp on his own pampering, and finds a lot of release in taking care of himself through finding pretty things or making himself up into the prettiest thing.

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

Pretty quickly. There’s no time for Molly to entertain uncertainty, though this is dependent on the situation. Molly doesn’t feel like he has a lot of time, so major decisions about groups or people are generally made from a place of subconscious desperation (for things to work, maintain peace, order within his circle).

But Molly’s a traveler. Change is inevitable. Change, he will assert, is the only certainty in the world. Being able to adapt is a necessary skill for survival.

[writer59january13]

Raid versus woe

Black flag(s) show up

on social media platforms

when potential homicidal maniac(s)

communicate(s) intent to strike

with ambush and ready read - able, eager, and willing

to embark upon murderous rampage.

Prospective killer armed to the teeth

usually a young bucking male

between ages of eighteen and twenty five

wielding, targeting subjects then firing

high powered choice powered guns such as:

Bushmaster XM15-E2S rifle;

Glock 20SF handgun

.22LR Savage Mark II bolt-action rifle or AR-15-style rifle,

a popular range of semiautomatic weapons.

After countless shooters on the loose wreaking havoc vis a vis carnage

bloody death and destruction indelibly etched upon consciousness regarding every surviving person,

who hears and especially

witnesses the terrible and horrible news anesthetized, brutalized, traumatized, et cetera

for his/her remaining existence.

Violent deadly crime spree shoots upward;

gun owners indiscriminately brandish

loaded firearms toward innocent victims,

and concomitantly excite anguish purported in accordance

with first amendment relish,

yet proliferation allowing

free ranging banshee dervish

sans weapons of mass destruction

(mainly innocent lives)

inures citizens to appear standoff fish

U.S., and self-important solitudinarian

becoming comfortably numb

at regular headlines detailing

some lone hooligan a bit mish

hug ha, an automatic killer

methodically unloading with a swish

multitudinous cartridges attempt

oddly to even the score, a wish

to take revenge viz a personal vendetta amidst the madding crowds -

utter oy vey - tis Yiddish.

Such proliferation of

high-powered assault pistols graph berserk arc with surging blip

bipedal hominid(s) deadly grip

handling barrel as dirk in case the clip

doth miss the mark,

where siege mentality induces nationwide sprinting infamy to drip

metamorphosing into igneous

malignant state with curled (Elvis) lip

mailer daemon hell bent

on besieging bait (unaware nip

pee nap noopy snapchatting beings)

bursting with deadly quip

with a barrage of bullets

malicious intent to spray;

killing machines delivering rip

paying deathly howls

amidst pandemonium, thence funereal slip

epitaphs etched on tombstones proliferate taking souls to Hades trip loved ones next of kin tragic loss

analogously suffering courtesy stinging invisible whip.

More often than not

such brutal and nasty team (short lived) nefarious scheme unleashing angry people to rage and scream

directed at humble lettered people like those comprising ream

member ring my hometown - once evoked with pastoral meme

of Lake Woebegone minding their p's and q's, when in the extreme

and out of the blue like a nightmare interrupting an idyllic dream

a sudden bitta bing bitta bang rings terrorist catcall followed

by red tide and river of bloodying bodied of hue men caskets

rendered veneer of dark wood

within lies mutilated corpse,

pistol whipped, where mortician

daub with creme.

Soundcloud(s) boom(s) across,

thus occurs yet another staccato sinister sonic thunder

across the pearl jam gray slate

of some formerly anonymous name sake, which underling of bossed

son or daughter blasting

bombardment blitzkrieg shells cross invisible trajectories shatter

at uber twittering, shutterfly speed,

the democratic rubric - rendered as dross

disposable lives of society with senseless slaughter,

whereat somber silence echoes nostalgia for the Mill on the Floss

when life seemed so innocent

against the gun metal gloss wails of agony at another human loss elapsing years tombstone covered with moss.

This epidemic re:

murderous love affair perfervid

with gruesome morbid

fixation allowing, enabling

and providing terrifying

trappings, whence went Pandora out the lid

anger loosed maniacally gun down

(in S-L-O-W mo) recorded by hid

den madding crowd, each person

locked in crosshair grid

source (perhaps pathetic plan

premeditated) employing did

da ding from flying bullets,

a coterie upping the ante vis a vis bid

ding fare thee well from odious

loading incendiary fiery clips.

Trigger happy homicidal maniacs slake thirst finding me being verbally bullied

seem oh so yesterday

to take aim in billeted soiree

with deadly precision, and spray

with pump posse city,

a congregated engaged groupon

of people), with egregious pay

shunt and methodically

mowing down, a slew - nay

re: doth unsuspecting

victim aware - delivering melee

layered mayhem to this anonymous

American citizen as well

family and survivors, who lay

down their sorrows,

which bring revulsion and gray

obsolescence of faith in mankind to fray.

Death be not proud,

nor ought airtime allocated to these

heinous cavalier avengers

foe tee eight-hour special (proffers

twitchy finger itching to squeeze

especial easy access

to sophisticated high caliber compact

offspring doth please

manifesting those prize pride

killing machine owners never freeze

rapaciously with so much ease

lethal gimcrackery cutlasses

even a lil whippersnapper kite runner unleashing whipping cords

will serve you more

lacerating more so than ropes will ever do

necessitate strong control

to stem violence as disease.

[wolfofwinchester]

IMAGINE YOUR MUSE AS A DEITY. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG.

deity of   —  Emerald Fire. Magic. Spring. Wolves. The Hunt.

associated with   —  Ireland. Witchcraft. Wolves. Axes. Woodwork. Springtime. Blood. Fire. Archery. Hunting.

sacred plants   —  Rosemary. Roses.

sacred stones / gems   —  Pearls. Moss Agates. Malachites. Vivianites. Iolites.

sacred animals   —   Wolves. Canines. Peacocks.

colours   —  Greens ( soft greens, forest greens ). White. Black ( minor but still prominent ). Blues ( deep, deep blues ).

foods   —  Rosemary (it does count as an herb). Mulberries. Venison. Pine needle tea.

scents   — Rosemary. The pleasant scent of branded wood.

accepted offerings   —   Woodcraft, no matter the skill, no matter if you’re purely inexperienced or a master, carving wooden crafts in her name and leaving them at her altars is always accepted - so long as your heart is put into it. A drop of your blood in a goblet full of mulberry juice is another, as you are offering a drink of yourself to her (some do it in a way of asking for a blessing). A plate of venison (cooked or raw, matters not) lined with herbs. Eight good-sized tasty bones for her great hounds and noble wolf. Poems about herself and/or her eight beasts. Pearls, be them raw or be them jewelry. Shawls and blankets you’ve made yourself. Engraved skulls, both animal and human ( ‘I just think they’re neat :)’ ). Hand mirrors used for your magical means. Handmade thaumatropes. Lovely bottles filled with water from the Ireland coasts.

accepted ways to honour   —  Sing a sea shanty amidst your hard work, or before you dive into battle. A prayer to her before and after you successfully hunt. Her name honored and used in reverence during a handfasting ceremony, thus earning her blessing. Giving your canine friend scritches and kisses, and saying they’re from her. Being good to canines in general, helpful, and a good force in their lives with her in mind, knowing this is what would make her happy. Using an axe as your primary weapon and sticking to it, with her symbol etched in the handle or the blade, or tied with a stem of rosemary in some way. Loving your family and dedicating yourself to them and their good will - your true family, mind you (blood-related or founded, whoever it is you consider to be your family). Arranging rosemary and roses upon your altar and keeping them refreshed - always kept at your altar.

not part of the meme, just fun tidbits;

Rionach (re-in-nock) is her name.

8 Mighty Beasts; A Great Wolf, and eight hounds that are black as night and fiercely loyal to their Goddess - completely unwavering. Their lifelines are tied to their Goddess, and thus they are immortal and can never truly die.

The Emerald Fire is a fire that burns green and furious, unable to be snuffed out by water or other means. It’s Rionarch’s signature fire, the fire that burns in her hearth and in her forest - it’s part of her symbol. Should Green Fire ever be present in the mortal realm, her followers know without a doubt that her presence is among them.

Her axe is always present in any depiction of her, constantly wielded. It’s said to sing with blood and never rusts, and never becomes nicked or tarnished.

Her symbol is green, an axe woven around with fire.

One of the lesser known Gods, Rionach has never been one of the more popular deities or one of the highly sought for, simply due to her being unfounded and a name buried deep in the pagan texts. This does not mean she is not beloved, she is simply known more frequently in modest but true witch covens and women who reside in the forest for shelter - a niche witch religion. Among the Gods, she is also a lesser presence here, nowhere near as notable as The Phantom Queen or Brigid. This does not mean she lacks power, it simply means she hasn’t made the effort to weave her presence in with the others.

Her realm is one of a perpetual forest ( ‘Rionarch’s Forest’ or ‘Foraois Síoraí’ [ Eternal Forest ] ), thriving with wildlife and cabins for the weary traveler, be them mortal, immortal, spirit or God. Mortals who have found themselves somehow wandering through her woods, through accidental passing of barriers, are ones who do come to worship her as she gave them shelter, comfort and a good meat while they stayed. It’s a very difficult place to leave due to how comforting it all is, and some simply.. haven’t, which so far has been fine with her - she appreciates the company. They’ve become either Great Hunters or Great Witches, or both, during their stay, and have a strong connection to the Goddess.

[kimanda]

6, 12, 33, 39, 52 for the ask meme? ^^

6. What’s your lucky number?

It’s always been 5 for me. Even though I also really appreciate the number 7, I’d say number 5 has been my luckiest number since forever and it still continues to be to this day. :D 

12. What was your last dream about?

I don’t remember much about it unfortunately, as I remember it being a fairly epic dream. I was in a different world from ours and I was setting out on an adventure with other people to travel across a world that had earthquakes caused by massive creatures living underground. I don’t know the reason for our adventure, though I think we were looking for someone/something? There was a Coliseum we had to reach but apparently we were also on the run from the authorities of that world because we had interacted with one of the creatures that caused earthquakes. Sadly I woke up before I could finish that dream ;w;  

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Usually nowadays, I don’t make enough time for myself to have breakfast. When I do though, I’ll usually go for a scrambled egg, bread with honey or I’ll sneak a cereal bowl if I can get away with it. XD 

39. Do you have any scars?

I have quite a few actually. I have a very faint one on my forehead, a doctor nicked me there by accident when a C-section was performed on my mother when I was being born. He just… didn’t know where my head exactly was?? I got another scar at the same place on my head when at two years old, I fell down some stone steps. I have a scar on my palm from when I slid on some moss and almost fell off a cliff. (thankfully I grabbed a thorn bush, otherwise I would have gone over the cliff) I have another scar on my hip from when I willingly let myself fall off a scooter going down a mountain because a friend told me to let go of the brakes and they wouldn’t work for me again when I was headed for a cliff. I have a bunch of faded scars on my hands from handling feral cats at the vet and I have some scars on my knees from the times I have fallen.  Finally, I have a scar on my ankle but I never figured out where that scar came from.       

52. Favorite food?

Can I say chocolate? Otherwise I’d say fondue, it’s one of the few things that will brighten up my day. I may not eat many different types of cheese, but I’m always down for some fondue. owo

[theknittingsquid]

Him for ten things meme!

Oh geez, ridiculous nature god facts time

-Makes His divine forms so big just because He likes to feel tall

-Living with Him at one of His shrines is like having a very large, embarrassing, divine dad. Gotta make sure all the little blessed beasts and rotmages under his direct watch get to sleep on time, are well fed and well groomed. (disclaimer: His concept of what ‘well groomed’ looks like does not actually fit the definition of ‘well groomed’. too much fungus and moss and messy hair, 2/10)

-Melts when in Her presence, which is very confusing to His followers. No, seriously, He actually kind of melts, always making sure that His height matches with the foot and a half or so height difference that the pair had between them as mortals when He’s beside Her.

-Enjoys letting big, long creatures of His forest like snakes and centipedes chill out draped around his neck like scarves

-When Him and His companions died to become gods, His wish was to adapt to what the world was changing into. Thus why the magic at play transformed Him into a shapeshifter and manipulator of nature.

-Misses spending time with Them like they did when the two of them were mortal much, much more than He’d ever admit.

-Loves eating, even though there is literally no reason for him to do so ever. Does so only if He’s also feeding all of His worshipers because otherwise He feels a bit guilty, so in return his worshipers occasionally get sudden huge feasts out of nowhere thrown in their villages with this weird big blessed beast who totally isn’t Him in heavy disguise.

-Does His best to be non-intimidating when He’s protecting and guiding children, they are on of the very few instances where He’ll shrink Himself to a human-ish size. Children who have been guided back home or to safety by Him usually report being guided by a large, gentle Beastblood man that looked like their favorite animal, and that He scared away whatever made them run into His wood in the first place.

-Talks to funguses and plants. They can’t understand Him or talk back. He does this anyway. He did this when He was mortal, too, as She can attest to.

-Him and Her married as gods, on the anniversary of the day they met, which was also the anniversary of the day they became gods. He cried a lot. The two of them were married in Her temple, which had just been built at the time, and was attended by the three gods’ entire clergies, including Soleil’s original incarnation, who handled decorating up Her temple’s main hall for the occasion.

[whatislv]

"YOU COULDN'T HANDLE MY STRONGEST MEMES"

* --moss man, probably.