#repost this version instead

[uncontrol-freak]

>conversation<

[frogb]

another day another nonsensical hxh comic👍

closeups under the cut for better quality

[cl0ckworkpuppet]

time for another tumblr poll!

https://embrace-autism.com/raads-r/

[dipshit-pig]

Made a new reference sheet for my chromatic dragon, Iggy (:!

[wishjacked]

kitty cat kitty cat 😂 kickstarter link here!! ❤️

[burinazar]

Mmph. It’s been a while and I didn’t realize I would still be excessively annoyed/affected by people with negative things to say about my OTP, but I am, I guess.

If it helps to add context, these comments were on a post where an account had reposted (without permission) some sweet gift art of the ship made especially for me, so I may be inclined to take it more personally for that reason. >__>

[littlebluejaydraws]

Fuck it, Tokio Hotel-natural

Heilig- Tokio Hotel

ID: A series of 7 digital drawings of Dean and Cas, set in the dangeon during the confession scene from 15x18, apart from the 6th image. Over the images are the lyrics from the first verse and chorus of Tokio Hotel's song Heilig. English translations are given in brackets and are not on the drawings.

The first panel shows Cas' back to the left of the image as he paints a ward on the door. Dean is visible in the right bottom corner, clutching his chest. The lyrics shown are: "Ich halt mich wach für Dich, Wir schaffen’s nicht beide, Du weiβt es nicht." (I keep myself awake for you, we won't both make it, you don't know.)

The second panel shows Cas to the left of the image looking at Dean, with Dean to the right. He is half turned away from Cas to look behind himself and there are tears in his eyes. The lyrics are: "Ich geb’ mich jetzt für Dich auf, Mein letzter Wille hilft Dir raus." (I give myself up for you now, my last intention helps you out.)

The third panel shows a black void opening in the wall (the Empty) with an empty chair in front of it. The lyrics are: "Bevor das Meer unter mir zerbricht." (Before the seas breaks beneath me.)

The fourth panel shows Cas and Dean in profile, facing each other. Cas, again on the left, has placed his right hand on Dean's left shoulder. The lyrics are: "Ich glaub an Dich, Du wirst für mich immer Heilig sein." (I believe in you, you will always be holy to me.)

The fifth panel shows Cas center frame looking up as the tendrils from the empty claim him. The lyrics are: "Ich sterb für unsere Unsterblichkeit." (I die for our immortality.)

The sixth panel is a composit of three images. The main image is of Stull cemetry from 5x22 with Dean kneeling in the center and Cas standing over him, hand reaching down to heal him. In the top left corner is a close up of Dean from 15x18 with Cas' hand print in blood on his shoulder. In the bottom right corner is a close up of Dean from 4x01 rolling up his sleeve to show Cas' handprint branded on his shoulder. The lyrics are: "Meine Hand, von Anfang an, über Dir." (My hand, from the beginning, over you.)

The seventh and final panel is a wide shot of Dean leaning against the wall in the dungeon following Cas' sacrifice. The is an inset close up of his head in his hands in the top left corner. The lyrics are: "Ich glaub an Dich, Du wirst für mich immer Heilig sein." (I believe in you, you will always be holy to me.)

End ID.

(Translations are by me so may not have the full nuance of the lyrics.)

[camelspit]

keeper twilight au... god help me

(note: the cullens backstories would be a bit different in this au to make up for siblings, in tam and linhs case, and different personalities)

[accursed-vagabond]

Uh oh I think Harvey ate the estrogen burger 😳

[lcnnypooh]

I saw a few people on the dashboard did this, so I wanted to make one too. Do not feel obligated to send one in to me. I just did this for fun. :) But anyone can send this in if you want to. We don't have to be shipping for you to send this.

[xiakeponz]

Love between Fairy and Devil / Cang Lan Jue by Jiu Lu Fei Xiang - Eng Translation (part translation of Ch 1)

Xiao Lanhua is internally having a breakdown [1] // translation by xiakeponz dot tumblr

Xiao Lanhua sat in her cell [2], and stared at the woman sitting cross-legged outside her cell bars. Her eyes were shut in a focus so deep and silent, that the sound of her breathing could not even be heard.

How many days has it been now? Xiao Lanhua rested her chin in her hand, in deep consternation. That guy outside... was he even breathing properly? What if he'd just silently suffocated himself to death, then how cheated [3] would she be! After all, the body outside was the one that legitimately [4] belonged to her! Whereas, the one that she had right now...

Xiao Lanhua grabbed at a few locks of the silver hair that cascaded down to her waist, and then used her large hands [5] to touch her own flat chest for the hundredth time. "So hard," she lamented. These two syllables, uttered in the timbre of a low, magnetic, masculine voice, bounced off the walls of Hao Tian Tower in a spiralling echo, until it finally faded.

These two pithy syllables were enough, however, to break this silence that had been sustained for a long time. The woman outside the prison cage finally let out a slow exhale with their eyes still closed. "Little flower demon, if you dare run your hands all over my [6] body again, then don't come crying to me when I do as I please with yours."

"Stop being so stingy over every little thing, all I'm doing is touching your chest. Why is a man [7] so afraid of being touched anyway?" Xiao Lanhua gave pause, then her entire face suddenly flamed bright red with embarrassment. "Oh my goodness [8], Da Motou [9], where do you even think I'm touching? Dirty! You're so dirty! [10]"

The woman opened a pair of almond eyes, within them a faint hint of devilry that didn't quite match with the rest of the face. She flashed a mocking smile. "A woman capable of saying such things, can hardly be so pure herself."

Xiao Lanhua harrumphed, and changed the subject. "Aren't you some ancient demon god? All the legends say that you were so good at all the wicked things [11] ..." Dongfang Qingcang furrowed his brows, and Xiao Lanhua couldn't help but gulp. "If- if you're so powerful, then think of a way to get us out of here!"

Dongfang Qingcang closed his eyes once more. "If you want to leave, then get out of my way."

Xiao Lanhua glared; she was mad. "The one who's locked up in this cage is me?! How am I even in your way? You're the one who is super super super good at getting in other people's way!"

If not for him, how would she ever have gotten herself trapped in Haotian tower? What's more, how could she go from being a "Lady of the Orchid" to a beastly, barbaric... well, to be fair though this Da Motou had smooth and supple skin, was well-built, had well-maintained hair, had well-set features, slender fingers... Xiao Lanhua shook her head. "If not for you cursed [12] demon [13], I wouldn't even be stuck this situation!"

"Cursed?" Dongfang Qingcang narrowed his eyes. "You dare call me as such? So bold."

The pair of eyes across from her were clearly her own eyes, yet there was something about the look in Dongfang Qingcang's gaze that made Xiao Lanhua shudder and her stomach turn, to the point where she started to feel a bit woozy [14] ...

However, the vertical bars between them helped her steel herself. She puffed up her cheeks, and harrumphed coolly. "Why don't you come hit me then, if you can?"

Upon hearing these words, Dongfang Qingcang broke into a grin. He grabbed all the long hair that was hanging behind his back, and there was a subtle woosh of energy [15] at his fingertips. Xiao Lanhua couldn't react in time, only to see that waist-length hair get chopped clean-through, in one fell swoop.

Xiao Lanhua was frozen in shock.

Hair... her hair...

Dongfang Qingcang held her chopped hair and fiddled with it in his hands. "Your brain isn't too bright, but your hair's pretty good." With that, he casually [16] tossed her hair. Soft, glossy strands of black hair fanned over the floor like a peacock's tail. Dongfang Qingcang tugged at the now-short, black hair that rested just past the ears, and sat cross-legged [17], the corner of his mouth tilted up in a savage and insolent smile. "What, did you forget? You're at my whim now."

A demon! An absolutely deranged [18] demon!

Xiao Lanhua was on the verge of keeling over on her knees. She stared achingly at the broken hair scattered all over the floor for a long while, before it occurred to her that needed to exact revenge on their killer! She lifted her head up, and pinned Dongfang Qingcang with a vicious glare. "I'm not done with you!" [19]

Xiao Lanhua lifted her hand and snatched behind her, to grab that head of long, silver hair. She imitated Dongfang Qingcang's position, and tried to summon that woosh of energy at her fingertips...

Then, she only wanted to cry even more.

[seshrat]

as a whole i’m very pro-reddit-migration but i can’t say i’m not a little bit chagrined that it’s mostly r/196

[krys-loves-otome]

2022 Art Summary!

Lot's of color this year, plus more finished projects than in previous years. 2022 was a good art year for me!

Below will be previous years' summaries, for your viewing pleasure.

See you guys in 2023!

[maul-of-shame]

If you're looking for me, I'll be actively sobbing over this frame for thousands of years:

EDIT: PEOPLE WE HAVE A POOLVERINE SERVER HERE BABE!!!

-----------------------------------------------------------

EDIT 2: We're now +90 in the server so the only way to join now is via dm, if you want to join send me a dm and i'll give you an invite!!

-----------------------------------------------------------

EDIT 3: It's not that hard to reblog instead of reposting it bub :') Had to repost the credits version cause people kept reposting it T-T 03/08/2024 -----------------------------------------------------------

EDIT 4: From now on, we're not sending invites anymore. We're a lot in there (around 160 people) and to keep it under control and manageable, we won't be sending out invites for a good while. If you want to be put on a waiting list, please DM me (I won't be responding to comments, just DMs) and I'll keep in touch with you.

[bamsara]

Illustration for a chapter for my fic The Rehabilitation of Death (that I have yet to post as of typing this, whoops.) Didn't like how this art turned out, so re-did it. Got carried away and I think I found a new painting method I like

Shout out too all who watched me paint this live on Twitch, I'll try to make a speedpaint of it :D

CORRUPTED version.

HD Download for Free on my Patreon (All versions). Tumblr kills image quality, go there instead please! Please don't repost to other websites.

Monochrome/Red version + Trod Dream Team version below

[jadevine]

Preindustrial travel, and long explanations on why different distances are like that

Update March 1, 2024: Hey there folks, here's yet another update! I reposted Part 2a (the "medieval warhorses" tangent) to my writing blog, and I went down MORE of the horse-knowledge rabbit hole! https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/741423906984951808/my-post-got-cut-off-so-i-added-the-rest-of-it Update Jan 30, 2024: Hey folks, I've posted the updated version of this post on my blog, so I don't have to keep frantically telling everyone "hey, that's the old version of this post!" https://thebalangay.wordpress.com/2024/01/29/preindustrial-travel-times-part-1/

I should get the posts about army travel times and camp followers reformatted and posted to my blog around the end of the week, so I'll filter through my extremely tangled thread for them.

Part 2 - Preindustrial ARMY travel times: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask

Part 2a - How realistic warhorses look and act, because the myth of "all knights were mounted on huge clunky draft horses" just refuses to die: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/732043691180605440/helpful-things-for-action-writers-to-remember

Part 3 - Additional note about camp followers being regular workers AND sex-workers: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/740604203134828544/reblogging-the-time-looped-version-of-my

--

I saw a post on my main blog about how hiking groups need to keep pace with their slowest member, but many hikers mistakenly think that the point of hiking is "get from Point A to Point B as fast as possible" instead of "spending time outdoors in nature with friends," and then they complain that a new/less-experienced/sick/disabled hiker is spoiling their time-frame by constantly needing breaks, or huffing and puffing to catch up.

I run into a related question of "how long does it take to travel from Point A to Point B on horseback?" a lot, as a fantasy writer who wants to be SEMI-realistic; in the Western world at least, our post-industrial minds have largely forgotten what it's like to travel, both on our own feet and in groups.

People ask the new writer, "well, who in your cast is traveling? Is getting to Point B an emergency or not? What time of year is it?", and the newbies often get confused as to why they need so much information for "travel times." Maybe new writers see lists of "preindustrial travel times" like a primitive version of Google Maps, where all you need to do is plug in Point A and Point B.

But see, Google Maps DOES account for traveling delays, like different routes, constructions, accidents, and weather; you as the person will also need to figure in whether you're driving a car versus taking a bus/train, and so you'll need to figure out parking time or waiting time for the bus/train to actually GET THERE.

The difference between us and preindustrial travelers is that 1) we can outsource the calculations now, 2) we often travel for FUN instead of necessity.

The general rule of thumb for preindustrial times is that a healthy and prime-aged adult on foot, or a rider/horse pair of fit and prime-aged adults, can usually make 20-30 miles per day, in fair weather and on good terrain.

Why is this so specific? Because not everyone in preindustrial times was fit, not everyone was healthy, not everyone was between the ages of 20-35ish, and not everyone had nice clear skies and good terrain to travel on.

If you are too far below 18 years old or too far past 40, at best you will need either a slower pace or more frequent breaks to cover the same distance, and at worst you'll cut the travel distance in half to 10 or so miles. Too much walking is VERY BAD on too-young/old knees, and teenagers or very short adults may just have short legs even if they're fine with 8-10 hours of actual walking. Young children may get sick of walking and pitch a fit because THEY'RE TIREDDDDDDDDDD, and then you might need to stay put while they cry it out, or an adult may sigh and haul them over their shoulder (and therefore be weighed down by about 50lbs of Angry Child).

Heavy forests, wetlands and rocky hills/mountains are also going to be a much shorter "distance" per day. For forests or wetlands, you have to account for a lot of villagers going "who's gonna cut down acres of trees for one road? NOT ME," or "who's gonna drain acres of swamp for one road? NOT ME." Mountainous regions have their traveling time eaten by going UP, or finding a safer path that goes AROUND, so by the time you're done slogging through drier patches of wetlands or squeezing through trees, a deceptively short 10-15 miles in rough terrain might take you a whole day to walk instead of the usual half-day.

If you are traveling in freezing winters or during a rainstorm (and this inherently means you HAVE NO CHOICE, because nobody in preindustrial times would travel in bad weather if they could help it), you run the high risk of losing your way and then dying of exposure or slipping and breaking your neck, just a few miles out of the town/village.

Traveling in TOO-HOT weather is just as bad, because pushing yourself too hard and getting dehydrated at noon in the tropics will literally kill you. It's called heat-STROKE, not "heat-PARTY."

And now for the upper range of "traveling on horseback!"

Fully mounted groups can usually make 30-40 miles per day between Point A and Point B, but I find there are two unspoken requirements: "Point B must have enough food for all those people and horses," and "the mounted party DOESN'T need to keep pace with foot soldiers, camp followers, or supply wagons."

This means your mounted party would be traveling to 1) a rendezvous point like an ally's camp or a noble's castle, or 2) a town/city with plenty of inns. Maybe they're not literally going 30-40 miles in one trip, but they're scouting the area for 15-20 miles and then returning to their main group. Perhaps they'd be going to an allied village, but even a relatively small group of 10-20 warhorses will need 10-20 pounds of grain EACH and 20-30 pounds of hay EACH. 100-400 pounds of grain and 200-600 pounds of hay for the horses alone means that you need to stash supplies at the village beforehand, or the village needs to be a very large/prosperous one to have a guaranteed large surplus of food.

A dead sprint of 50-60 miles per day is possible for a preindustrial mounted pair, IF YOU REALLY, REALLY HAVE TO. Moreover, that is for ONE day. Many articles agree that 40 miles per day is already a hard ride, so 50-60 miles is REALLY pushing the envelope on horse and rider limits.

NOTE: While modern-day endurance rides routinely go for 50-100 miles in one day, remember that a preindustrial rider will not have the medical/logistical support that a modern endurance rider and their horse does.

If you say "they went fifty miles in a day" in most preindustrial times, the horse and rider's bodies will get wrecked. Either the person, their horse, or both, risk dying of exhaustion or getting disabled from the strain.

Whether you and your horse are fit enough to handle it and "only" have several days of defenselessness from severe pain/fatigue (and thus rely on family/friends to help you out), or you die as a heroic sacrifice, or you aren't QUITE fit enough and become disabled, or you get flat-out saved by magic or another rider who volunteers to go the other half, going past 40 miles in a day is a "Gondor Calls For Aid" level of emergency.

As a writer, I feel this kind of feat should be placed VERY carefully in a story: Either at the beginning to kick the plot off, at the climax to turn the tide, or at the end.

Preindustrial people were people--some treated their horses as tools/vehicles, and didn't care if they were killed or disabled by pushing them to their limits, but others very much cared for their horses. They needed to keep them in working condition for about 15-20 years, and they would not dream of doing this without a VERY good reason.

—

UPDATE January 13: Several people have gotten curious and looked at maps, to find out how a lot of cities are indeed spread out at a nice distance of 20-30 miles apart! I love getting people interested in my hyperfixations, lol.

But remember that this is the space between CITIES AND TOWNS. There should never be a 20-mile stretch of empty wilderness between City A and Town B, unless your world explains why folks are able to build a city in the middle of nowhere, or if something has specifically gone wrong to wipe out its supporting villages!

Period pieces often portray a shining city rising from a sea of picturesque empty land, without a single grain field or cow pasture in sight, but that city would starve to death very quickly in preindustrial times.

Why? Because as Bret Devereaux mentions in his “Lonely Cities” article (https://acoup.blog/2019/07/12/collections-the-lonely-city-part-i-the-ideal-city/), preindustrial cities and towns must have nearby villages (and even smaller towns, if large and prosperous enough!) to grow their food for them.

The settlements around a city will usually be scattered a few miles apart from each other, usually clustered along the roads to the city gates. Those villages and towns at the halfway point between cities (say 10-15 miles) are going to be essential stops for older/sick folks, merchants with cargo, and large groups like noble’s retinues and army forces.

Preindustrial armies and large noble retinues usually can’t make it far past 10-12 miles per day, as denoted in my addition to this post. (https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask )