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[pyjamaart]

I wanna feel good With my personal god Tell me what to do Tell me who to love

Here's an alt version featuring slightly less armor ;)

[caffichai]

Regular Abyssal Hunter downtime activities

[cable-salamdr]

Useless // Finally Shattered

I didn’t know which title of those two to give this, so take whichever one you will— either way my shinenigans of putting Arin through trauma continues (and I actually really like this one agjhjhhghs)

Lyrics from The Hand That Feeds - The Crane Wives

[ihatebrainstorm]

[Layers..?]

Minimus and Ravage read "Warrior" "Layers" together

I made this so long ago that I forgot the reasoning behind it whoops

[nvskyprospekt]

make a little birdhouse in your soul 💤

[crossbackpoke-check]

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[thebirdarts]

I loved this Rametta drawing so much i had to zoom in on the face and give her a proper portrait<3

[mochasucculent]

Art summary of 2024!

I did a good couple commissions in the last couple months so I used those to fill in the gaps of the honeycomb lol. Graphic design is my passion and all that

Previous years below!

[wrencatte]

mini-fic 3! Cere POV. linguist!Cal, Mantis Crew as Family, Merrin & Cal bonding 1.2k words

“This one?”

Cal squints at it for half a second, says “yes,” then looks back down.

“What about this one?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even look!”

“Greez, that’s the third time you’ve shown me that one.”

“No, it – oh, wait, haha, yeah it is. Okay. Let me see….”

Cere watches in fond amusement as Greez goes back to the shelves. Merrin comes over with a tome from deeper within the city library and angles it in a way Cal can look at it without straining his neck. His expression brightens and he takes it, running his fingers over the edges and corners.

There’s a slight twist in the Force that Cere’s beginning to learn means he found an echo. She has to focus pretty hard to feel it so she only pays it enough attention to be sure Cal’s not about to fall into anything nasty – not that she can do anything about it if he does, but she likes to be prepared – and tunes back into the softly murmured conversation between Merrin and Cal.

The Nightsister looks absolutely delighted at having found something in a language Cal doesn’t recognize, all quiet pride and subtle preening. Cere hides a smile behind her hand. Adorable. Cal flips the tome open and the two of them duck heads, Cal underlining a few words with his finger and saying something that Merrin repeats. He shakes his head and says it again. Her face twists in thought as she sounds it out before giving it voice and he nods rapidly, grinning. She smiles back, one of those small soft ones that pops up whenever it’s just her and Cal.

Cere is just about to go back to her own readings when Greez arrives, BD-1 whirling on his shoulder, a book held over his head in triumph.

“Ha! Try this on for size!”

Cal takes the book carefully. “I know this one,” he tells Greez, who groans in disappointment. “But, oh wow.” He flips through a few pages, lips moving as he reads the text silently to himself. “I can’t believe they have a book written in pre-Reformation Gwyrdd’tafodi. Do you know how rare that is? When they switched over, they deliberately destroyed all they could! An archivist hid this away for a hundred years in order to get it safely off the planet. It kept getting passed down the family line until one of them got passage on a ship.”

Greez crosses one set of arms, his free hands on his hips. He watches Cal fondly as the young Jedi’s excitement grows with every page flip. “You know, I would’ve never pegged you as such a gigantic nerd.”

“Jedi were scholars and peacekeepers before they were soldiers,” Cere says quietly. A hush falls on the group. Cal ducks down, shoulders hunching, eyes kept resolutely on the page though it’s obvious he’s not reading a single word. She smiles and adds lightly, “We’re all nerds.”

Cal laughs first, tinged with grief and legitimate delight. He tucks the book Greez brought under the one Merrin showed him, which makes Merrin throw Greez a smirk and for the latero to throw his crossed arms up in the air in a huff. Cere rolls her eyes fondly and catches Cal’s gaze. He grins, unrepentant, enjoying whatever contest is going on between their friends. It gets Cal more books without him getting up, so he’s not going to stop them.

Greez’s frustration is amusing to watch, especially when he snatches BD from scanning the book Cal has open so he can co-opt the droid’s database to help find a language Cal doesn’t know. It’s not helping. BD-1’s database might be filled with years and years of history and culture but knowing the intimate details of a language instead of just a simple dictionary is completely different.

Merrin listens to Cal read out loud for a few minutes, humming at all the right moments, but obviously thinking hard about something. Cere gives up on reading her book and focuses on the two of them, curious as to what’s going to happen next.

“How many languages do you know?”

Cal’s teeth click he stops talking so fast. “I don’t know,” he admits with a shrug. “Sometimes I don’t even realize I know a language until I see or hear it again. Sometimes not even then! It doesn’t always register it as a different language. It’s just…words I understand.”

She tilts her head, expression intense. “Could you learn Dathomiri?”

He grins and quips something in the smokey, gritty sounding language of Dathomir. Merrin’s eyes widen, and then, suddenly, they glimmer with a wetness both Cere and Cal pretend they don’t see.

Knuckles pressed to her lips, she breathes a very quiet, “oh,” before clearing her throat and adding roughly, “Your accent is terrible.”

“Is it though?” Cal asks smugly.

Merrin scowls. “I will teach you more…if you want to learn.”

Cal’s expression softens. “I would love to. Thank you for sharing it with me.” He adds something in Dathomiri at the end that has Merrin abruptly turning back to their shared book, expression pained and grieving.

Cere nudges the Nightsister with a tendril of the Force and gets a small smile in response. They don’t share the same bond as Jedi do, but theirs is enough for Cere to believe her. She settles back in her chair, musing on what her life has become, sharing a bond with a Nightsister, before she shrugs it off and fully intends on finally going back to her reading with Merrin and Cal’s back-and-forth as a background noise.

Except Greez comes back again, the book he carries is much thinner than any of the ones stacked around Cal like a barrier. BD-1 clicks excitedly and Greez is grinning smugly as he waves the book in the air.

“Did you know this place has an unknown language section? Guess who found it!” he all but brags. Merrin frowns, nose wrinkling while Cal laughs brightly and holds out a hand for the book.

Greez slaps it in his hand, earning a scandalized look from one of the librarians. Merrin and Cere laugh as he hunches down with quick apologies. Cal inspects the book carefully. If there are any echoes, they’re soft and quick. He grins.

“Congratulations, Greez, I don’t know this one.”

The latero cheers silently, all four arms thrown up in victory.

Merrin rolls her eyes. “You still lost. I found one first.”

Cal hums. “Best two out of three? This place is open for another five hours.”

The two of them exchange looks for a full second before Merrin jumps out of her chair and rushes into the depths of the library. Greez yelps and follows her as fast as he can without running. Cere hides her face, as though that will keep people from realizing they’re with her. Cal laughs, covering his mouth with his book. His eyes peek over, glittering in mirth. He pulls the book away, and holds it to his cheek, leaning in like he has a secret. Cere can’t help but lean in to hear it.

“I already know the language,” he admits.

Cere blinks at him then laughs loudly – nearly getting them kicked out of the library.

[so-called-egg]

HEY!!!

I'm a little late to the party but I'M ALSO OPENING MY ASK BOX!!!! TO. FOR YOU TO ASK VALLERIE QUESTIONS!!!!

Talk to Vallerie! Ask her questions! Vote for Vallerie! Fantastic!

@sonic-fankid-showdown

I FORGOT TO MENTION the art was by @head---ache i just put the letters on the paper

[icy-dark-star]

The butterfly does not care about what mortals think

Hehe

[coridallasmultipass]

Long shitpost silly vent and conspiracy theory for funsies:

I'm really tired of UI being simplified to symbols on every website and program and app, especially on PC, but especially-especially on mobile when I click 'desktop view' on my browser. Where'd my text go? I want the text. Give me the text. I don't want to be bombarded by every site's minimalistic takes on mobile-friendly web design, and the same 5 symbols and 3 new ones. We're like three generations off from people knowing firsthand that the save icon is a floppy disk. I don't even click the save icon when I'm on PC. I don't even remember the last time I clicked one when I had the option to do anything else, because I'd rather use the text menu. Like, I use the keyboard shortcut or I click file>save. I'm not clicking a fucking modern hieroglyph in Corporation A's visual icon dialect. ('Dialect'? Icon dialect. Dialex-icon. Idk.)

I miss you, text-based internet.

I miss you, text-based PC operating system. (Windows 7. I'm using hyperbole here.)

Details and long-form content are being pushed aside by 60-second summaries and abbreviated/sanitized representations of images and ideas, by corporations dictating how the digital world should function. Also, fuck censoring words to be advertisement-friendly.

Anyway, I'm sick of deciphering what new random minimalist symbols are supposed to represent. There is a bottom line to minimalism, and right now, this is what the internet, UI in general, and web design feels like to me:

It's fucking flat.

Next thing you know, they'll take the snake out, too. The Obsolete Snake.

Then after that, in a digital world of shapeless, entirely minimalist colour, you'll have to decipher meaning from a highly specific colour used to convey a wide range of meanings depending on its digital value, and the colour shown before and after it. Let's call it hex-icon (like 'lexicon'), after the limited hex-code characters (0-6, A-F) used to comprise digital colour.

Can I call dibs on this highly specific colour as my new corporate-aesthetic-friendly minimalist username??

((Naming yourself after popular media is a trans rite-of-passage and I missed out the first time by renaming myself before I knew my gender.))

But wait, that's a highly incendiary colour!! Don't you know that #FF06B5 is associated with an anti-corporate agenda? You can't pick that colour as a name on an internet owned and operated by the censorship overlords. Dangerous ideas like that are a violation of the Terms of Service. This post cannot be monetized. Name yourself something more family-friendly. That shade of magenta is too indecent. Think of the children.

> Try again.

*record scratch*....Hol' up. You kno... You know what... I was gonna assign myself a less fruity colour, and then I realized I was about to implement some kind of colour-based naming caste system, where only certain tones are allowed as names depending on your status, and aberrant colours are disallowed due to controversy. Suddenly, the Homestuck quote I just used makes sense for the direction I was headed with Cyberpunk 2077 magenta (fuschia, AKA a royal blood colour in Homestuck) being forbidden in hexicon.

The saying was right: every so often someone does reinvent Homestuck. I just went about it from a moebius double reacharound direction. Thankfully, I have the Homestuck experience to tell me when I've arrived at the solution.

(That's enough internet for today, lmao.)

Tldr; say no to corporate user-shiterface. Don't let detail become obsolete. Consume long-form media again. Stop encouraging sanitized minimalist content. Or else I'll see you in the roof, #413612. Can't abscond, bro!

Appendix:

One last important message in hexicon for everyone. Because I know, you know, you want to know, how to say this one. It sure is a beautiful colour to display vibrantly towards the ever simplifying internet.

[strawberryfrostedkitties]

[risingsunresistance]

do you think i had enough to say about the rift

[ask-the-dweets]

Happy Valentine’s Day from the boys!!

They’ve got plenty love to give!! Along with other emotions that may or may not be wrung out of them by brutal trials.... ANYWAY have fun! and have a great chocolate sale day the day after ;P (I know I will)

[Base from here]

[unholyscrearn]

I’ve discovered the joy of making fanmixes, so of course I had to make one for my favorite bastard, too. 🖤 I stuck to my own music library for this, so there are quite a few instrumental tracks.

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