#lux barks

[canis-latransbian]

it's fursuit friday, fuckers!

Who's ready to Zwerchhau?!

[canis-latransbian]

Since getting my CDL, I'm exponentially more aware of the stupid dangerous shit ppl do behind the wheel. Combined with the palpable distain so many have for large vehicles (busses especially), it's a miracle traffic fatalities aren't so so much worse.

The fact that having a drivers license is not only the default but practically a requirement in this stupid country is completely unhinged.

Why do so many people make tiktoks while they're clearly driving. What the fuck. Stop that shit, you're gonna kill someone.

[rinhaler]

i love when people send stepcest requests like...... ive found my people

[canis-latransbian]

What's your stance on Red Wolves? Seperate species or Wolf/Coyote hybrid?

Short answer? The remaining Red Wolf population are probably best classified as hybrids, and genetically speaking would be more accurately described as Red Coyotes.

Long answer? This is a great example of a struggle in our taxonomical classification system. Prior to the late 20th century, taxonomy was primarily categorized based on morphology and behavioral observations. DNA testing has flipped a ton of this on its head, leading to things like the "fish don't exist" debate.

The modern Red Wolf genome is about 80% Coyote DNA and 20% Grey Wolf, with much of the hybridization occurring in the last 300-450 years. Of course, these ratios can be directly linked to human interference. Beyond the majority of cross-breeding coinciding with European colonization, the actions of Curtis Carley of the US Fish and Wildlife Service single-handedly decimated the Red Wolf's genetic diversity in the name of conservation. His breeding program collected 450 Red Wolves from both the wild and captivity, of which Carley ordered 95%(!!!!!) of them euthanized for being 'too coyote' based on howl morphology. When re-introduction began after being declared extinct in the wild, programs were slowed or stopped because researchers struggled to prevent the Red Wolves from immediately interbreeding with local Coyote populations (although whether this is due to population stress or a recognized kinship between the two is anyone's guess). We can only speculate how the Red Wolf population would look without human intervention (or if it would exist at all).

Jumping back to taxonomy let's consider a genetic cousin, the Eastern Wolf. It is in a similar hybrid situation, being 60/40 Coyote and Grey Wolf first appearing a few millennia ago, yet the Eastern Wolf is generally considered a distinct species (although it too has a similar if less heated debate on whether it should be). So were is the dividing line to be considered a seperate species? Well, most answers to that are arbitrary, inconsistent, and varies depending on what category of organisms you're even looking at.

So by my understanding, modern Red Wolves are an introgressive variation that fit best in the category of a hybrid swarm much like the Eastern Coyote. Both are in the process of hybrid speciation, but are not yet distinct or consistent enough to qualify as their own species/sub-species. Take all of this with a big chunk of salt, as my "expertise" consists of two semesters of genetics and an autistic love of deep-dive research. Most of my figures came from Dan Flores' Coyote America and Wikipedia.

[canis-latransbian]

Two years post-op, can confirm everything here. ✌️

Almost a year ago now that I had my bottom surgery and it bears repeating

I'm really happy I had surgery

It healed perfectly

I've been having way more sex because I'm happy with my body

I get compliments on how it looks from every partner

Sex feels great

Dilating isn't a big deal and becomes less necessary with time

I love how tight clothes look on my body now

Vaginal orgasms are fucking epic

Destigmatize bottom surgery it fucking rules

[screenandscripts]

Denver Rustic Powder Room Remodeling ideas for a mid-sized rustic room with gray walls, a vessel sink, wood countertops, brown countertops, and a freestanding vanity. The room also features a brown floor, a ceiling covered in wallpaper, and brown walls.

[elizabeth-holland24]

Racing Hearts - Chapter 1

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July 8, 2024 — London

The air outside the Odeon Luxe Leicester Square thrummed with excitement, the kind that felt electric. Flashbulbs exploded like popcorn, and the fans behind the barriers buzzed with the type of love only a blockbuster premiere could ignite. London was lit up with "Twisters" banners, storm clouds projected against the buildings, as if Mother Nature herself had RSVP'd to the event. The red carpet shimmered beneath her heels, a river of flashing lights and polished nerves. She should’ve been used to it by now — being the first woman in Formula 1 to win back-to-back sprints, having sponsors and cameras memorizing her every move. But tonight felt different.

Maybe it was the dress — custom, sharp at the collar and backless, white like lightning. Maybe it was seeing Daisy again, all grown up from the teen she’d met years ago when their parents ran into each other at a fundraiser. Or maybe it was the fact that she and her dad used to watch Twister on stormy nights, popcorn in hand, quoting Bill Paxton like gospel.When Daisy had invited her to the London premiere of Twisters, it had been an easy yes. She wished she could've brought her dad. They’d rewatched it so many times the DVD case had cracked.

Her dad would’ve lost it if he’d seen this carpet. The original Dorothy machine on display. The cast of the reboot smiling and posing like gods. And then—

chaos.

A low bark.

“Brisket!” someone called out.

Followed by the unmistakable pitter-patter of paws on velvet.

A flash of fur zoomed between photographers. Gasps. A few chuckles. A dog—a very enthusiastic one—charged straight toward her, tongue out, tail a blur of happiness. She bent down without thinking and scooped him up before he could tangle himself in someone's camera equipment.

"Well, hello there," she said, laughing, adjusting the wiggly dog in her arms. She laughed as she hugged the dog tightly. “Well, aren’t you just the most handsome trespasser?”

Brisket licked her chin in response, tail wagging so hard it knocked over a mic.

That’s when she heard the voice.

"Brisket!"

Her heart stuttered.

That voice. Behind her, footsteps. Heavy. Familiar, somehow.

She turned her head just slightly and—there he was.

Glen Powell.

Hangman himself. Or, in this case, Tyler Owens.

The man who wrangled storms on screen and had done some storming in her heart off-screen—even if only silently, from a distance, in the privacy of her Spotify playlists and late-night TikTok scrolls.

He jogged up, face a mix of relief and charm, breathless but smiling like he’d been living for this exact moment.

“Hey—wow—thank you,” came a voice she knew instantly. Smooth, Southern, utterly charming.

Glen Powell.

He reached for Brisket’s leash, slightly out of breath but grinning. “Tornado wrangler by trade, dog wrangler by hope and prayer.”

She raised an eyebrow, half-teasing. “Seems like one of those jobs isn’t going so well.”

“Brisket has a mind of his own. Can’t blame him for good taste.” He looked down at his dog, who was still pressed lovingly against her. “He’s never jumped into a stranger’s arms before.”

“Maybe I’m not a stranger.”

Her voice came out cooler than she felt — smooth surface, chaotic tide beneath.

He grinned, taking in her calm confidence, the way she held Brisket like she'd known him forever. "Well, Brisket has the speed of a Red Bull car."

She smirked. "You should try keeping up with a Mercedes."

His eyebrows shot up. "Ahh, you're the driver. The mystery racer turned icon."

"Guilty," she said coolly, offering Brisket a final kiss on the head before gently holding him out. "But how do I know he's really yours?"

"Besides the fact, he just abandoned me for you?" Glen took Brisket back, and the dog let out a dramatic sigh, resting his head on Glen's shoulder but staring at her longingly.

"I think he wants joint custody," she said.

He laughed—a warm, rich sound that made her chest flutter against her better judgment.

The handlers called for him then. Publicists murmured timelines and queues. Glen hesitated, like he didn’t want to leave.

“So, what do I owe you? Brisket’s safe return for… a coffee?”

“Coffee?” she mused. “Seems like low stakes for a celebrity dog rescue. I should be demanding premiere tickets or… at the very least, his Instagram handle.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Brisket doesn’t follow anyone. Not even me.”

“Mmm. Selective taste.” She scratched behind the dog’s ear. “Like I said. Smart.”

They stood there for a beat too long, close enough to be noticed. The flashes popped like fireworks.

“Well,” Glen said, finally reaching for Brisket’s collar again. “Can I catch you again? Maybe when I’m not chasing him through a hurricane of publicists?”

She leaned in, conspiratorial. "We'll see if your dog gives me visitation rights."

And with that, she turned, heels clicking against the red velvet, her white dress catching the light like a storm cloud. Brisket whined.

So did Glen, quietly.

The after-party was exactly the kind of chaos she thrived in: low lights, high ceilings, soft jazz turning into house music, champagne glasses that refilled themselves, and faces she recognized from billboards, screens, and dreams. She was deep in conversation with Daisy Edgar-Jones and Anthony Ramos, their laughter blending into the bass, when she felt a presence to her right. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. “Missed my chance to properly thank you,” Glen said, voice soft, smile softer. She turned. “I thought I might see you again.” “Not a total surprise. Brisket’s already filed emotional support paperwork.” She laughed, genuinely this time. “He’s an excellent wingman.” Glen looked at her then — really looked. There was something disarming about his gaze — like he saw through the press smiles and the driving helmet, right into the girl who grew up watching movies about cowboys and twisters with her dad on stormy nights. “I saw your race in Miami,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck like the words had been sitting in his mouth since May. “That last overtake? Insane. You drove like… like the road was scared of you.” She raised an eyebrow, impressed. ““You’re an F1 guy now? Quoting Crofty as well?” He chuckled. “I’m a ‘you’ guy, apparently.” Her cheeks flushed despite her best efforts. “Nah, but really, I’ve been falling down the F1 rabbit hole.” “Oh yeah?” she asked, folding her arms, mock-serious. “Name three teams that aren’t Red Bull or Ferrari.” “Easy. Mercedes. McLaren. Haas.” He paused. “And I only picked Haas because it sounds like chaos with a Southern accent.” She rolled her eyes, smiling. “Alright, I’ll allow it. For effort.” Before Glen could say more, Daisy leaned in behind her, resting her chin on her shoulder. “Are we flirting or negotiating a race contract here?” she whispered, loud enough for Glen to hear. “Daisy,” she groaned, laughing. “Personal space?” Anthony sauntered up beside them, sipping a mezcal old fashioned and grinning wide. “Por favor,” he said, slipping into smooth Spanish, “tú le estás tirando la onda a este hombre y no quieres que lo notemos?” (Please, you're clearly flirting with this man and don't want us to notice?)

“Anthony!” she scolded, cheeks warm. “I’m just sayin’, this feels like one of those rom-coms where they meet at the carpet and end up at brunch three days later.” Glen raised a brow. “That an invitation?” “Only if you bring Brisket.” She gave Anthony a playful shove as he wandered off with Daisy, leaving her and Glen alone again, their laughter trailing behind like confetti. “So…” Glen said, stepping closer as a remix of "Electric Feel" pulsed through the air. “How does a girl from Mexico City end up commanding a Mercedes around Eau Rouge like she’s dancing?” She blinked, impressed by both the geography and the reference. “Observation points: 10/10.” “I did my research. Might’ve also Googled you.” She sipped her champagne, amused. “And what did Google say?” “That you’ve moved more times than I’ve done press tours. That your dad used to be an engineer. That you’ve got a GPA that makes me feel personally attacked.” She laughed. “I don’t like staying still. That’s all.” He nodded, eyes still locked on her. “That’s what I figured. Storm chaser energy.” She tilted her head. “And you? Hollywood golden boy, Texan charm, falling into tornados and dog-wrangling accidents. What’s your angle?” He shrugged, honest. “I like people who scare me a little. You do things I’ll never understand, and you don’t care who’s watching. That’s… rare in my world.” The tension between them hung like static. Somewhere nearby, someone called out for a group photo. Daisy waved her over, gesturing wildly with her glass. Anthony mouthed, “Go kiss him!” dramatically behind her. Glen made no move to keep her. “Go,” he said. “You have fans. A tornado to be, a heartbreaker to remain.” She paused before walking away. “Hey, Glen?” He turned. “You can try again,” she said, voice low, laced with teasing mystery. “Just try not to lose your dog this time.” And then she was gone, disappearing into the crowd, the storm of her presence leaving him grinning like a man struck by lightning. He looked down at Brisket, who had been returned to his leash. "You and me, buddy," he muttered, still smiling. "We’re gonna need a faster game plan."

a/n: I couldn't wait, and I had to post the first chapter before I return to classes tomorrow. Thank you so much for the support and love you guys have given me. I love you all.

[ennysue]

Do you think Lux has an odd fascination with bodies?

All bodies really, it’s so inertly fascinating to him how a centipede can move like it does, how a shark needs to keep moving to stay alive, how a hummingbirds wings function and how it’s heart beats so fast like a machine going overtime, only to keep such a small fragile thing alive.

Probably a big animal planet and documentary guy, because of that, even tough he partly doesn’t even want to know how it works, don’t tell him how it works in fact, tell him some interesting trivia and neat facts but he doesn’t need the full story, just the fact a being like this can be alive and solid like that is just twisting his mind in the best way.

Of course human bodies are the most interesting to him. Of course yours specifically. Oh yes, pff, make a lewd joke, laugh it of, teehee, chuckle chuckle, guffaw! But really. Guy gets mesmerized sometimes. Sees you moving about living your live and he just keeps looking at you like he wants to commit your gait to memory.

Let’s you pet his head and makes a little joke and then just gingerly takes it from his head, holding it in front of his face. Each of his four fingers playing with yours, curling them in a little, thumb tracing your nails, gently pulls them apart a little, just so, like he’s keeping stock, one, two, three…

He doesn’t even notice he’s doing it, not really, he’s calmer, still talking to you, still joking, but also flexing your wrist. Laying your hand flat at one point so he can look at the lines and the imprints on your finger. Line work that is impossibly finer than his, more detailed and intricate than his semi 2D body will ever has.

A silly joke from you, a glint in his eye, and suddenly he’s pouncing you and wrapping his arms around you and blowing a raspberry to your neck, to hear you bark out in sharp laughter and hes not pulling off till you are in the edge of hiccups.

He listens to your heartbeat as you calm down, listens to your breath and a last few giggles escaping and how the soft thunpthumpthump in your chest becomes slower and more even with each passing moment of quiet, calm bliss.

He doesn’t know how it works, in fact, don’t tell him how it works. He wants to keep being mesmerized by you.

… ANYWAYS DO YOU THINK THAT? :3

This is delicious gourmet food, anon and i may borrow these ideas for fanfiction lmao. I can totally see him being fascinated with human bodies. Course my brain immediately goes to horny places with that idea lmao

I think most of all he likes the tangible touches. Im still on team touch starved lux.

[canis-latransbian]

Divorce saved my mother-in-law from a string of abusive and unfulfilling marriages. Divorce rescued my cousin when she left her uber-catholic upbringing. Divorce allowed my former friend to escape her neo-nazi husband when he finally went mask off. My own father would probably still be alive if he'd gone through with his divorce instead of waiting for us to graduate first.

If I could give people divorce gift cards I would cary them on me daily.

You only get one life to live, don't waste it on a shitty relationship.

i love divorce i love when people realize that they aren't a good fit for each other and get divorced about it. more people should get divorced

[babyseraphim]

lux animalis

by: babyseraphim, art my @ur-localkiwi

Summary:

Then, he sees it: a long thread of gold extending from Edwin’s chest, looping through the air like a rivulet of sand. His own spectral form sprouts an identical one, stretching from below his sternum. “Pretty,” Charles says, twirling his finger around the strand. “Is this supposed to happen?” Edwin points towards their outlines. “Charles—“ His statement is cut off by a loud, raucous bark, startling them both. — Edwin gets obsessed with the outcome of a personality quiz and casts a spell about it. Both he and Charles get more than they bargained for. (features an extra scene/additional illustrations!)

It's finally on AO3! My fic for the @dbdazine! If you liked my version that was put in the zine itself, then make sure you check out this one. It's got a deleted scene, as well as extra art.

Thanks again to all the zine folks for the hard work! It was great fun working with you <3

[solxamber]

i love your writing!! i wanted to ask what are your favourite cards for each character? and why?

you can ignore if its a long answer and if you're busy! I thought it's be fun to comapre our tastes.

thank you so much 🫶

there are spoilers for jp only cards below the cut!

Riddle: Halloween

The black lips? the pose? this card almost put me in my grave when I first saw it 10/10

Ace: Playful Dress

I adore the composition of this card and the ribbons and pose that give a marionette feel which i love

Deuce: Starsending robes

Deuce in general is very pretty but I found him extra pretty in this card.

Trey: Nightmare Suit

He's so *barks* Where do I even begin, the suit, the expression orz

Cater: New Year's Attire

I just love seeing him so confident idk this card just ticks the boxes for me

Leona: He has so many pretty cards where do I even start. The new nightmare suit is AMAZING but I have a soft spot for Liongarb Leona

He looks so regal??? and cool??? I spent everything I had for this card. absolutely worth it

Ruggie: Port Wear

He's so cute in this and his ears sticking out of his little hat. I'm gonna die of cuteness aggression.

Jack: Sleepwear

He looks so soft and fluffy already and his tail adds to that. 10/10 would hug

Azul: Luxe Couture

The expression??? the glasses?? THE HAIR??? hell yeah

Jade: Mermaid Fin

This is an insane card in general (I'm so normal about this) It's so !!!!!

Floyd: Mermaid Fin (again)

He looks so unhinged I'm so into it

Kalim: Playful Dress

Again, the marionette vibe and his serious expression instead of his usual smile does it for me

Jamil: I love Nightmare Suit but Luxe Couture

The attitude?? the posing??? orz

Vil: I'm extremely biased and I love all his cards and it was between silk adorned and tapis rouge but: Silk Adorned

Ever saw a man so beautiful you cry? Because I sure did. He's so pretty I cannot begin to describe. If he looked at me like that I'd just die jfc

Rook: Savanaclaw Dorm

Rook before he became French /j but forreal, its so different from how he usually is and I love that.

Epel: Platinum Jacket

i LOVE the expression he has and idk i just love the general vibe of all the platinum jacket cards and I like this one quite a bit.

Idia: I'm biased here again because he's so pretty to me. It's a tie between suitor suit and masquerade for me but masquerade just has the edge for me.

hes just so pretty man orz

Ortho: Fairy gear

The pink??? the butterfly motifs??? so peak. absolutely one of my top 10 cards

Malleus: Extremely biased because I love my dragon so I find them all pretty but Tsumsitter

Mostly because the whole family is here but I adore the expression he has on. (the diafam together is my weakness)

Lilia: Pop Music T-Shirt

The hair?? the ripped jeans??? the fishnet underneath??? 1000/10

Silver: Platinum Jacket

Love the expression, the implications. Amazing card 10/10

Sebek: Armor of Eternal Night

The tear in his eye? the context of the card? beautiful. book 7 broke me.

[canis-latransbian]

best rule of thumb for anything that could cause you legal trouble is DON'T BRING YOUR GODDAMN PHONE. If this person had left their phone at a hotel/friend's house/bus locker they could've passed this off as a toad trip, but being at the clinic is pretty damning for their case.

this goes double for any protests or civil disobedience because the cops will be ready with Stingray Surveillance to hoover up phone info of anyone who gets too close.

anyway yeah DELETE YOUR FUCKING ADVERTISING IDS

Android:

Settings ➡️ Google ➡️ all services ➡️ Ads ➡️ Delete advertising ID

(may differ slightly depending on android version and manufacturer firmware. you can't just search settings for "advertising ID" of course 🔪)

iOS:

Settings ➡️ privacy ➡️ tracking ➡️ toggle "allow apps to request to track" to OFF

and ALSO settings ➡️ privacy ➡️ Apple advertising ➡️ toggle "personalized ads" to OFF

more details about the process here via the EFF

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Okay, so, my original platonic yandere ocs' world/story is set in the land of Gaea, a world that is full of humans and the dragons. There are many kinds of dragons, as numerous as there are types of dinosaurs from our world, or birds, or fish. Dragons are ancient beings, some older than the first human to breathe, some older than even that. There are different forms of them, but all ruled by a leader of each kind, a lord or lady or regional monarch, then all of dragonkind under the rule of the Greatest of Dragons, They-Of-The-Rising-Sun, Born-From-The-Mother-Star, Elder-Kin, Caelistis... They are the largest, the oldest, and the first dragon, born of the tear of the Mother Goddess/Deity, Lux. From them comes every other dragon and dragon species, of which there are many.

There are the Wyverns, large and intimidating, with no arms, instead, wings, and having two feet. Their tails are thick, to help them balance, and end with sharp tips, some shaped like spades, others triangles, sometimes even diamonds or discs or clubs... They usually breathe fire or smoke, and tend to be in darker shades of the natural world, such as green of the forests or browns of the rocks, even the autumn reds and yellows of the clays or the blacks of the obsidian rock...

There are the Quetzals, snake-like and cunning, with only feathered wings and a long, coiling tail. They can spew venom or a poisonous mist, are covered partially or all the way in feathers, and their scales are softer than other dragon species. Their scales tend to be bright green, orange, or yellow, with feathers in all the various colors of the world...

There are the Wyrms, lithe and agile, with four thin wings and many legs and pincer-like jaws. They have hard, chitin-like scales, eyes that come in threes, fives, or eights, and sometimes with stingers on their tails or for claws. Their scales range from sunny golds and scarlet reds to acid greens and oily blacks, with some species even having dusky indigos or soft tangerines mixed in...

There are the Hydrans, smart and quick-witted, with two or four legs, no wings, and a serpentine body. They have antlers, soft manes of fur, and live near water. Their scales are like jewels, in ruby reds and and amber gold and spinel pink and jade green...

There are the Serpens, strong and stubborn, with four legs and two wings. They can breathe fire or ice or mist, have sharp claws and fangs, and can see in the dark. Their scales tend to be dark, in shades of midnight blue or twilight purple or dusky green or inky black, sometimes in bark browns or cloudy grays...

There are many, many other species and subspecies and hybrids and the like, but these are the main dragons known to mankind...

Some of the ocs include:

Scott Maxwell, a.k.a. platonic yandere older brother-like figure, a strong athletic sort who is also a leader, and who looks out for his friends (is a descendant or son of a Wyvern, was born as a human, is a dragon, and is 17 years old in human years, only a hatchling in dragon years)

Rose Dogwood, a.k.a. platonic yandere best friend/sister-like figure, a smart girl with pale hair who stands up for others and tries to learn what she can about her friends and dragons and magic (is a descendant or daughter of a Quetzal, was born as a human, is 16 years old in human years, only a hatchling in dragon years)

Michael Kiertz, a.k.a. platonic yandere best friend/brother-like figure, a funny boy who cracks jokes and likes trying new things, as well as being there for his friends to cheer them up or watch their backs (is a descendant or son of a Wyrm, is 16 years old in human years, only a hatchling in dragon years)

Manami Maris, a.k.a. platonic yandere older sister-like figure, who likes swimming and finding new places and wildlife, and who respects nature and feels the instinct to keep her hatchmates safe (is a descendant or daughter of a Hydran, is 17 years old, is only a hatchling in dragon years)

Caelistis, a.k.a. Great-Great-Great-Many-Greats-Grandparent/Parent/Caretaker of All Dragons, who would rather adopt the teens than silence them or destroy them, does not care much for humans, has watched too much destruction amd savagery happen because of them...

James Lowett/Unguis, a.k.a. an adult dragon who helps the teens out, but secretly wants them to lose amd be brought to the home of the dragons, is a bit gruff and sly, but has a good heart...

Vespidae, a.k.a. insect dragon queen/lady/ruler who wants to put the teens into her hive's hatchery/nursery, and would happily hypnotize them to turn against humans...

The four teens + Reader-insert/main character have to try and save the dragons while also stopping them from wiping out the humans... They have lots of adventuring and peace-makinh to do, and not a lot of time before The Great Migration, when dragons gather in the hundreds of thousands to meet with Caelistis, for a reason unknown to man, but which the teens hope to discover so to help them stop them from ending the humans and changing the world to how they see fit...

This is what I have for now. Woo. Took me awhile. But yeep. Dragons be upon ye!

@sugar-soda @thewickedweiner @hermesserpent-stuff @vivid-bun @danniloversugar

[psyphigirl]

How to play Caravan (New Vegas)

While I was tryin to learn how to play Caravan I saw loads of guides were just explaining the win conditions and not the actual rules or controls. So this post'll explain everything about caravan from top to bottom. (The only reason to play Caravan is for the two achievements, win three times and win thirty times; I don't find it very fun, not the fastest way of making money, and has no bearing on any plot.)

Getting the Cards

The only way to get the Caravan Deck is from Ringo after completing Ghost Town Gunfight (or looting it off his body). You don't need this, but it gives you the minimum number of cards you need to play. If you don't take it you'll have to manually find enough cards for Caravan to be available for you You can get cards from vendors and merchants (~two caps per). Keep an eye out for 6's, 8's, 10's, and Kings (The strat I'll describe needs those cards). You can have multiple copies of the same card (i.e. more than one 6 of Spades)

I got the most cards from Lacey (the bartender) at the Mojave Outpost (anywhere from three to eight). Buy the cards you need and wait three days for her to restock. There's a semi-rare bug where she'll sell two of the exact same card (i.e. two Ultra Luxe 8 of Hearts): Buying both'll crash the game

Sierra Madre Cards

If you have Dead Money installed you can find additional cards for Caravan in and around the Sierra Madre. Below is all the cards you can find and where they are:

8 of Clubs - Sierra Madre Casino & Resort (Cantina Madrid): On the floor in front of a file cabinet to the right of the Cafe Madrid terminal and restaurant manager desk. King of Clubs - Medical District: Inside a 2nd floor room with an active electric hot plate, north of the Villa clinic and above a ground level cafe sign directly west across a courtyard from the room containing the 6 of Diamonds, on a round table in the northeast corner. 6 of Diamonds - Medical District: Inside a 2nd floor room northeast of the Villa clinic and directly east across a courtyard from the room containing the King of Clubs, on a wooden shelf in the southwest corner behind an orange chair. 10 of Hearts - Villa: Some distance north of the Villa police station and west of the room containing the 5 of Hearts, on the interior corner of a walkway to the southeast of a wall fountain. Going from the 5 of Hearts, out the door with a wall fountain, down the stairs, in the corner of the interior walkway on the left. 6 of Spades - Salida del Sol North: In the northwest corner of a small courtyard with three bear traps and a dead tree, on the ground between a wall and three pipes, just west of the stairs leading to a room containing Dean's Secret Stash, a radio and two pool tables. 8 of Spades - Villa police station: In the northwest corner of the cell Dog is located in.

Who can I play with?

You're never explicitly told who you can play with, you just have to ask around. Here's the full list; Limited: You can only play with them five times and then never again Restricted: You have to have good rep with their faction to play

Cliff Briscoe - Dino Bite gift shop - Limited Dale Barton - The Fort - Restricted Dennis Crocker - NCR Embassy Isaac - Gun Runners Jake Erwin - NCR Embassy Johnson Nash - Primm - Limited Jules - North Vegas Square Keith - Aerotech suite Lacey - Mojave Outpost - Limited Little Buster - Camp McCarran Q.Master Mayes - Camp Forlorn Hope - Limited - Restricted No-bark Noonan - Novac Ringo - Goodsprings/Crimson Caravan Camp Jed Masterson - Northern passage - Only available with Honest Hearts

Johnson Nash uses more face cards than other players which can break the strat I'll describe later. No-bark Noonan is the easiest to play against

Building your Deck

After offering to play with someone, and after setting your bet, you'll be shown two long rows of cards. The top row is the deck you'll play with in the game, the bottom row is the cards you won't be using

Use your arrow keys to move left and right, pressing W to add a card to your deck and A to remove it. Only select your 6's, 8's, 10's, and Kings. If you don't have enough of these to reach the 30 card minimum, add some Jacks or Queens. After that press F to play

The Controls

The descriptors of the controls listed along the bottom right can be a little vague or misleading, here's a better explanation;

Arrow keys to highlight a card in your available hand (these will be the cards revealed to you in a fan) W to select a card Q to discard a card (counts as a full turn) If you select a card and want to deselect it, press R. With no card selected, R is the forfeit button E lets you completely discard a caravan you've built

When you select a card it will move to the left side of the screen. This is where the game is played. Use the arrow keys to place your selected card in one of the six sections available (these are the caravans)

Number Cards and Face Cards

Ace - Value of 1 Number Cards - Value of 2-10

You can play face cards on your caravans or your opponents caravans, and they can do the same to you

Jack - When played on an Ace/Number Card, removes that card along with any card attached to it Queen - When played on an Ace/Number Card, supposedly reverses the direction of hand and changes suit of the hand. I'm not sure if it's just my game being buggy or if I'm using them wrong, but Queen cards don't seem to do anything for me. I use Queens as null cards: Just something to fill up my deck. If you know what they actually do I'll add a proper explanation here. King - When played on an Ace/Number card, doubles the value of that card. Multiple Kings can be attached to the same card Joker - When played on an Ace, removes all other non-face cards of the ace's suit from the table (except that card) When played on a Number Card, removes all other cards of that value from the table (except that card) You can place multiple Jokers on the same card to remove any card of that suit/value placed after you placed your initial Joker

Playing Caravan (6 8 10 K Strat)

This isn't a strategy I invented, I found it online. But I only every found it in posts that assumed I knew how to play already. So I wanted to put it here alongside a tutorial Also, just as a rule of measure for how weird this game is, we're only now getting to how to actually play the game ...

You're aiming to have the values of the bottom three card piles (your caravans) be higher than their matching top three values (your opponents caravans), while keeping your values between twenty and twenty-six (values outside of this are invalid).

You might notice that you can't place a card on a caravan that already has a card in it. This might be for a few reasons;

There's a difference between attaching a card to another, and stacking a card on top of another: Press the up and down keys to move along the various heights of a caravan. Face cards can only be attached, number cards can only be stacked

You can't place two number cards of the same value in the same caravan. But you can place as many of the same face card as you want in the same caravan

Place a 10 and a 6, or a 10 and an 8 in each caravan, attach a King to the 10 in 10/6 caravans, or to the 8 in 10/8 caravans. These will each bring your value up to 26. If you don't have any of the cards you need, discard something you don't want (like a Queen if you have any in your deck and are using them as null cards). It's worth having a handful of Jacks in your deck to use against your opponent

Beating No-Bark

I'm not certain, but I think No-Bark's deck has no 2's, Queens, or Jokers. He only has three to four Jacks, and two to three Kings. After you've placed your initial card in each of your caravans he'll use a Jack against you one or two times. Rarely three, very rarely none. After your first few moves he's very unlikely to use Jacks again. I only saw him using a king against three times out of thirty-five games. Sometimes he deliberately busts his caravans. I have no idea why he does this

The strat I use against him is to place 6's and 8's as my first card in each caravan, then replace any cards he removes. It's only after three to five moves that I actually start building my caravans. Unless he's particular nasty with his Jacks, or you're particularly unlucky with whichever cards you draw, you should be able to get to 26 in each of your caravans immediately. If not, don't forget to Jack or King any caravan of his that reaches 20

Conclusion

Caravan sucks

If I missed something or didn't explain something right I'll make edits

Peace and love

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