#my toes are going to freeze

[panwithadarkplan]

why is it so cold i am going to die

[ca-d]

Geminids ✨

[mel-addams]

Shadows Boxing

[Image ID: a clean sketch of Mihas Blaga and Doctor Klein sitting around a campfire, their shadows cast large and looming behind them. Mihas is grinning with his fists raised, making it so both he and his shadow appear to be boxing. Klein, with a couple deep black Filth tendrils peeking out from the back of his collar, is holding a stack of Filth-stained notes in one hand, and adjusting his glasses with the other. However, his shadow instead has its hands reaching down as if to grab Klein, with a greater number of Filth tendrils extending from its head, shoulders, and chest. Despite being part of a shadow, those Filth tendrils are also a deeper black, and have a bizarrely solid, textured quality to them.]

So a bit ago in the SWL discord, we were discussing the museum upgrade item, Dr. Klein's Notes. (A number of us agreed: we would very much like to be able to read them.) From our collective silliness, Vomher (or "Vh'mhyrr," as their display name appears in that discord group) suggested the notes were Klein's shadow, trapped and put to paper. Then Mojo replied to that with:

[Image ID: a discord screenshot. The original message is from the user "Vh'mhyrr, the Empty Socket Stare" saying "He caught his shadow and put it to paper." The reply is from "Mojo | Local server pumpkin" saying "I wonder if he would sit with the Blagas at the campfire and share stories of fighting their own shadows"]

And I found that to be a DELIGHTFUL mental image. (For context: Mihas is a fighter, and mentions boxing with shadows. Klein is a scientist who has definitely not lost any intellect to the eldritch substance he's studying and microdosing, insisting he can still turn his head quick enough to spot his shadow before it sneaks up on him. Mihas fights monsters so he should probably actually be attacking Klein because the good doctor is definitely Filth infected, but it's fine, this is for funsies.)

SO, as is my wont when folks say fun things, I doodled it! And boy howdy do I love the watercolor physics in Rebelle, it is SUCH a boon for dressing up (relatively) simple doodles. I used it for the fire, shadows, and filling in the fellas. Used wet layers for the latter two, so the pigment would just flow together and I wouldn't have to think too hard about shading (using the lineart/selections to keep the pigment contained). Then an oil brush for the Filth, so the impasto 3d effect would give an uncanny texture, on top of it being (hex code) "absolute zero" maximum entropy black. I've taken to using the default oil palette's "bone black" for lineart and such, which is a brown-tinted near-black. So when I use pure-zero digital-black, it stands out even if things are otherwise (mostly) monochrome! It's fabulous.

[painless-innit-colourful]

I'll take this cold any day

Over the fires of hell

[meet-again]

Its stupid how much you can miss something that's a fucking nuisance

[chainsawworld]

Person with bad circulation and person with good circulation constantly baffled at the temperature the other is feeling

[raziraphale]

fun fact: -40°C is the same as -40°F. that means my american followers can get the full impact when I say it's going to be -40 with the wind chill this weekend and I'm gonna die lol

[fives-girlfriend]

I saw Crosshair start to cry tonight and my soul left my fucking body I hope y'all know

[trainer-loki]

honestly nothing beats a flask of tea and a pair of really fuzzy socks when your star gazing in the winter ✨

[apricotluvr]

January 2023

[ripclaudia]

for some reason it's really fucking cold in my bedroom and that's making me miserable. i just want to sleep but my nose is cold :(

[wizardlymoss]

Halloween this year was warm. Last year, it was freezing. It didn't snow till after chrismas last year, and I don't want to forget the year before, where the street lights echoed the snow and the air gave me youth. Fall is late. I should be tasting winter by now, but the trees were green only a few weeks ago. My childhood is being left in the snowpiles that aren't coming anymore. Will the nights of hot cocoa and red noses never come? Will I be left to tell stories of when the lakes froze over and the trees were granted a blanket of white?

it is november, and yesterday it felt like it was supposed to be snowing. in boston, november used a winter month, not a fall month. it is supposed to be chilly; rarely capping over 45F. it is a sweater-and-jacket month. it is a "maybe a scarf too" month. in my childhood, november meant blizzards and sleet.

it did not snow. tomorrow the weather predicts a high of 76.

i have spent so many years of my life studying the longterm possibilities of climate change - the culmination of capitalism wreaking havoc on the bodies of people, animals, plants - but every so often i am still shocked by something small and personal.

in a hundred years, when someone goes outside in boston - will they know the feeling of "snow in the air"?

i know it's a learned feeling, a sensation that maybe only longterm experience can teach. a few years ago, i was walking with my friend who had just moved up from the south. i said it smells like snow and she gave me this look like - what the fuck. i said it feels like snow too, which didn't help. she looked up to the bright blue sky and then back at me and then back at the sky. 12 hours later, we had 3 inches. you can just tell if it's going to snow.

except i can't tell, anymore. i stand outside in a tee shirt and watch my dog dance around a lake. we're in a drought and the skin of the water has peeled back twenty meters. the lake is tamed, quiet, puddlelike and sour. my pokemon go app warns there's a weather condition in my area.

my dog gets too hot from running and sits in the water and i want to laugh about his long frame and how awkwardly he sits - and i can't. some simian part of my brain is scratching the walls. it was supposed to snow. it was supposed to snow, but now it's warm instead.

during the last full solar eclipse, the dogs and the birds and the crickets went crazy under utter darkness. we laughed at them then, promising it will all be okay in a moment. but some part of me is still locked in that long night: some animal sensation.

something is wrong, my body says. i can't afford eggs or rent. i go outside to watch a sunset and listen to birdsong. i don't bring a jacket. allergies are killing me this season, allergies i didn't have as a kid. everyone comments that halloween has started to feel strange, offkilter. that it's hard having "holiday cheer." my body thinks it's april, and then it thinks we're in september, and then june.

something is terribly wrong, she whispers. go outside. it is supposed to be snowing.

[littlegoldfinchh]

WHY IS IT SO FUCKING COLD

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

I make claims to 67, 107, 133.....and sometimes 30 and 56....even though I feel creepy with family.

[biorg]

I've had enough of this guy

[lameow-l]

me with my extremely cold limbs and extremely warm body struggling to find something comfortable to wear