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[colours23square]

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[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Suzuki Alto Heart Stand, 2004. A small commercial van concept based on the HA24 6th generation Alto, adapted to work as an outdoor plant stall. Presented at the the 38th Tokyo Motor Show, the rear side panel was also equipped with a liquid crystal display for advertisements and information. It was powered by a 660cc DHC 12 valve 3 cylinder engine driving the front wheels. There was only one seat, for the driver, as the offside area was used for storage and to display more plants

[mensministry]

Guácaras Food & Drinks Park,

Santa Ana de los Guácaras, Corrientes, Argentina,

ODB Arquitectos

[mspaintbladie]

yingfox

[bacchuschucklefuck]

[nightmarearian]

We need posiedon in Ithacan Naga AU!!

Poseidon: ... so, like, What are you?

Ody, munching on a fish: ... 𓆟

Ody, shrugging: (idk)

Posiedon: ... What Do You mean you don't know?

Poseidon, gripping Ody in his hand: what are you??

-

this is basically their dynamic after they make general peace with each other.

tbh riiight after Ogygia/Calypso & finding it all out? I feel like the rush after Charybdis would mean there'd be scales & feathers on Ody, but feel like Poseidon would be too focused on the Get In the Water deal and shit to care.

Afterwards when naga Ody goes into the Ithacan seas and he eventually notices does he start to ask questions and shit and also still be sorta intensely aggro, which is what leads to: 1. Athena noticing and arguing with Poseidon 2. The ruckus and shit (being that Poseidon & Athena's arguements don't usually escalate this much) getting the other gods attention and 3. Forcing an agreement-truce thing that basically amounts to (between Ody & Poseidon) don't [intentionally] bother, kill, harm, make suffer, etc., each other.

and then eventually eventually Poseidon can reluctantly admit that this weird feathered-winged-sea-snake-human monster interests him and he wants to know what the fuck it is (even if he'd rather do without the feathers & wings) and Ody & Poseidon properly make peace or smth.

[ratwavegamehouse]

New Release: Out of the Fold

Out of the Fold is a GMless magical thriller for 2-5 players, using playing cards. Escape from the secret society of magicians who taught you everything you know. Build poker hands to cast spells and make your daring getaway. Flashback to the events that brought you to this point.

The Fold is a secret society of magicians. Masters of elemental forces. Weaver of reality. Twisters of the veil. The Fold took you in. Taught you the ways of magic. Now you want out.

The Fold won't take kindly to it. Secrets don't stay secret if just anyone can up and leave. They'll want to convince you to give up, but stopping you one way or another is their priority.

The House is the headquarters of the Fold, it's where you were trained. Large and labyrinthian, not everything always appears where you thought it was last. Make it from the House and you can disappear into the wider world. You can’t just walk out. Alarms are blaring. The Fold knows. The House is on high alert. 

It’s do or die, so, are you all in?

Out now on Itch! A short print run arriving in the coming weeks.

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[keanearts]

so, say someone were to be making notebooks that are based on the paper designs on the letters you receive in palia.

probably looking something like this:

now, say this project was started before the stamp in the corner was different for each person, and now say the person tryin this is unsure about whether to include it.

this is where you, reading this, come in.

should it be left blank, use the letter stamp that comes from a letter you get that isnt from any villager, or use the horns that used to be the only one used, but is now the designation for ashuras letters?

for reference, the letters and ashuras stamp

[stomach-rental]

If Will has to be Literally Drunk and Sleep Deprived to start talking with Louis about his vore feelings then SO BE IT. ...He does seem like the type to over share and be way too forthcoming when he's out of it, anyways.

(Will, Louis, Reese and Beni all belong to @peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep!)

[ghcstcd]

Aether deserves to feel pretty

☕ tip and support my art on ko-fi: ko-fi.com/A6413J35

[treasurecovejewels]

I'm planning on attending my first artisan market ever and I decided to make my own stall sign!

It took longer than I anticipated but it was really fun, especially the rusting part.

[demonzoro]

[so no head vine vc] so no baratie arc?

[purpleskelet0n]

After having an. absolute shitter of a day like a full level shart monster of a day you need to draw a cow dragon eat comfort food and watch relatable netflix shows to make it better

[alexgsolomon]

“Oh, you’re heading to the swamplands!? Silly creature… A sword won’t help you there!”

This is, of course, due to the vast number of iron flies present. They fancy metal in any form; tea kettles, weapons, blood… I do hear the swampland birds are beautiful this time of year though! Not long before their teeth are fully grown in.

…

Some video game concept art :))

(Art by Alex G Solomon)

[billy-cockblock]

REV AU one shot: Chris finds out

Crawls out of my hole covered in blood and mold: I don't know why this was so hard to write, but the writer's block is hitting me hard. I could see several parts of this scene so clearly in my head, but my brain just really didn't want to put words to paper. Once my brain's better I'll probably come and edit this a bit, but I hope y'all enjoy it. It's definitely one or the favorite scenes I've come up with.

He quickly lifted heavy limbs, picking them up from the ground. Leon’s vision had gone dark, but his rapidly came into focus. 

He fumbled for the gun dropped when they went flying, foreign hands finding familiar purchase against the metal. Taking aim, he let off a volley of shots at the monsters encroaching on them. 

They were tougher than infected he’d faced before; the center body of the strange knife-whipping tentacles needing to be basically shredded before they died, and bullet holes slowly sealed over with black tendrils if it wasn’t killed completely. 

He felt like he was wasting ammo, but it just took so many bullets to drop the monsters. The larger one that’d flung them across the room and slammed Leon’s head into a desk was getting closer, lumbering steps slow. He tried to shoot its head like the rest of them, but the gun only clicked.

He swore under his breath and pulled Leon’s knife out; he hated close-quarters combat, but he didn’t have time to reload. Diving past flailing, dangerous limbs, he buried the knife in its main body. It grabbed and sliced at them, but he kept stabbing and cutting until it was too shredded to keep moving. He shoved it with more strength than he was used to, and it fell to the ground, dead.

Head still on a swivel, he made sure there were no more infected. The room looked clear, but there were a few desks and filing cabinets something could hide behind. 

While he checked the room over, Ethan took a breath. He felt bad for having to break his promise of not taking control, but Leon wasn’t waking up in time. He’d pull back once Leon woke up, but it felt like he’d gotten a concussion with how hard he’d gotten his head hit. He spread his mold, stitching closed the scratches and scrapes Leon’s body had accrued. Skin and muscle was easy to regenerate, then pull his network from, and it’d almost become second nature since he’d gotten permission from Leon. 

Nerves were a little harder. The mold naturally liked to cling to the nervous system, trying to take control and upload a person’s consciousness to the megamycete. It preferred to envelop or take over nerves, and that took more coaxing from Ethan to get it to untangle. 

That’s why he was hesitating trying to do something about the concussion. He’d done his best to take control of Leon’s motor functions without getting the mold too tangled with his brain, but he’d have to root even deeper if he wanted to heal it. He subconsciously felt along his connection from the megamycete to the brain-

He froze. Damaged cartilage, more mold present, fractured vertebrae, and frayed nerves. A lot of frayed nerves. 

He reached for the back of Leon’s neck, both with the body’s hand and his mold. The joints in the spine felt like they’d been misaligned before snapping back into place, nearly severing Leon’s entire spinal cord. His brain still sent and received continuous waves of signals to and from the body, impulses carried across the gap by Ethan’s mold network tangling with Leon’s nervous system. 

Ethan felt like he was going to be sick. Or, as sick as he could feel in the state he was in. He didn’t think Leon hit his head that badly, but he guessed his neck did snap in a weird angle when they hit that desk. 

After the horrific stories Leon had told him, a desk is what would have done him in?

He tried to pull the nerve fibers back together, but the mold that had taken their places was stubborn. It had locked itself firmly in place to keep the cord from coming detached and shutting down Leon’s body functions. He’s glad it obeyed when he tried to program it to protect Leon without his input, but he needed the mold to move if he wanted to heal it enough that he could remove it. He’d have to work to remove his network from his nerves anyway, so he might as well work on healing the concussion. He could practically hear the megamycete sing in joy as he spread to repair the battering Leon’s brain had taken-

“Close call, huh?” a familiar voice asked from behind them, making him tense up. 

“Y-yeah, no kidding,” he replied, trying his best to speak like Leon. He nearly enveloped the man’s brain to speed his healing; he needed Leon awake now. 

“I got worried when I saw one of them toss you, but I knew you’d have it handled,” Chris Redfield continued, none the wiser that he wasn’t talking to the real Leon. Ethan could hear him do that dumb slow pace he does while talking, where he wouldn’t look at him; dramatic asshole. Leon would’ve been dead if he didn’t have the mold. “You aren’t hurt too bad, though? Or infected?”

“No, I’ve had worse,” he replied, echoing what Leon said every time he’d close his wounds. He did his best to keep casual while hiding every inch of skin he could. His dark veins under Leon’s skin were visible even on his hands, and Ethan was sure his face was worse. 

“True, but this is my case,” Chris stopped his pacing and sighed. “This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t lost control of E-003.” A bolt of white-hot anger flared through Ethan’s entire network, and he felt a tingle from Leon’s brain. “Someone got to her, and-“

“What did you call Rose?” a voice, distinctly not Leon’s, left his mouth. Ethan whirled around without thinking, face pinched in anger, before freezing, rage forgotten. 

He met Chris’s eyes for the first time in sixteen years, and it was like the horror and dread never left them since that day in Europe. 

Without breaking eye contact, Chris pulled his pistol from its holster but kept it trained on the ground. With his other hand, he clicked the radio on his shoulder.

“Redfield reporting,” his gravelly voice didn’t give anything away, but Ethan couldn’t let him finish. “Kennedy’s been-”

A pillar of mold extending from Leon’s arm slammed him in the shoulder and enveloped the radio. He rolled with the force and raised his gun. The bullets aimed straight for Leon’s head harmlessly embedded themselves in a thick, carapace-like shield formed on his other arm.

Ethan had to get them out of there. The door was behind Chris, but the windows behind them were busted. They were on the second floor, so climbing to the roof would be better.

With half a plan, he tried to form tendrils to drag them back while he kept guarding their front. The mold twisted up in the space the megamycete laid in and instead formed four long, spider-like legs from Leon’s back. 

Whatever, I can work with it, he thought, sending a tendril off his arm to pull Chris’s feet out from under him. He lifted them off the ground, pulling them back to the window. He found it with the limbs and hooked them outside the frame. He grew claws over Leon’s hands to scramble up the side, earning him a bullet to leg once his guard was dropped. He ignored Chris’s shouts as he climbed over the edge of the roof and jumped for another.

He strengthened his legs and used the spidery limbs to get him as far from Chris as he could. He wouldn’t let Leon get found out, he wouldn’t let him get killed, and he’d only stay until he knew Rose was safe. Now he just had to find a place to settle down enough to finish Leon’s healing.

A sudden stab of pain to his consciousness nearly sent him careening off a roof. He thought it might’ve been something from the megamycete trying to fight its way out before he heard him.

What the hell was that?! Leon mentally shouted; he was wrestling for control back to his body, and was doing a damn good job of it. You promised! And why did you attack Chris?!

Ethan pulled any mold back back from his skin and shoved control back so fast, Leon fell to his knees.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… he said on repeat. He felt Leon’s shoulders loose a little tension as he shakily stood to find cover behind an air conditioner. Once he’d gotten settled down, he laid a hand on his chest over where the megamycete rested.

“Hey,” he said, tapping his chest to get Ethan’s attention. “I feel like I missed something while I was out. Mind filling me in?”