#to be trimmed later.

[barksbog]

panther chameleon plushies!!!

based on the Amilobe locality of Furcifer pardalis

magnetic little hands for to grab things

soft

funny eyes

doesn´t need high humidty or complex care!

teddy joints for to move their little legs

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adopt one from my bog

barks-bog.com

[serandipity]

They would be hunted to the farrest flung regions of the planet, but that didn't matter. They just had to avoid Shinra until Hojo died. Then they could finally be free. It need not last forever in Dion's mind. Eventually they might be able to find some place Shinra could not touch.

Joshua reluctantly agreed, and that was to be expected. After all, Joshua held an immense and almost religious loyalty to Hojo. Hojo had been like a father to him in the absence of his own family.

But Dion couldn't deny that he was happy to have Joshua reluctantly agree so they wouldn't have to fight each other.

"Joshua..." Dion muttered before approaching and wrapping his arms around the other, "I will protect you. Just like I promised the day I fled."

@agloryofuniicorns

Come with me.

Joshua found himself staring at Dion with wide eyes as the statement rattled around in his mind. You don't have to go back to Hojo. But wouldn't Hojo find him? And if he didn't, wouldn't they just be... hunted? Of course they could try to... avoid him for as long as possible, but there was no way that it could last forever.

After all, Dion had thought he had been hidden for over a decade, but he had been found.

Only because of me. Because the Phoenix had been able to track him down. It was his gift, though at times Joshua did view it was a curse. The ability to view the Lifestream and to act like the world's best tracker dog. It had taken awhile, but even Bahamut hadn't been able to outrun the eyes of the Phoenix.

Have I even given you reason to doubt me? Dion had just tried to kill him; that alone should have been plenty of reason to doubt him. But...

Hojo had tried to kill him plenty of times as well.

"... All right." His words came out sounding shaking, making it clear just how unsure Joshua was with the decision he was making. "Alright. I'll go with you."

[ruinix]

They're cuties. STAWP.

Quinn talking about speaking THEM to their dad then JACK disagreeing immediately, "I don't do that. Daddy's boy. Talk to daddy" (Timestamp: 3:02) LMAO'd so HARD

Sir Quintin??

Jack and Quinn Hughes reminisce about growing up playing hockey in Toronto | November 23, 2022

(A special mention to @rowdyluv. The internet deepdive made me feel like a spy.)

[loktauri]

Amouring out! [LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER] Gearing out? [LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER] ...Triming out...? [LO

[royalarchivist]

SmallFryz: NONONO– Fit, Fit, Fit– Listen, listen– We can talk this out, we can talk this out! 😨

Fit: See, that's the fighting spirit! There we go! Mano a mano!

SmallFryz: Fit– Fit, we're like brothers, man! How could you do this to me?

"There's no lore on JoeSMP" Maybe not, but there sure is drama! 🍿

[shinysamurott9]

Finally. Actual in game Overdrive instructions

I already know how this stuff works, but stuff like this is a big improvement for new players. X is fucking rough on your first playthrough if you don't know what you're doing, which you probably wouldn't because the game didn't teach you anything.

Them rectifying that even just for Overdrive already makes this miles better than the original and probably will be a much better experience for new players.

Oh yeah all the new story stuff is neat too.

Ok in all seriousness though, they are pulling out a lot of unused stuff and hanging plot threads from the original, with seemingly entirely new stuff as well????

We have the Ghosts, The Ares, Elma's partner, the Neilnails and seemingly their pilot? It feels like they're pulling out everything for this

Who are you people??

I need it to be March, now

[tllgrrl]

Finally. After 20 years of being squirreled away in a bag, waiting for me to finish it. It’s DONE.

I fell in love with this shawl/capelet/thing at a trunk show that this yarn company was having at the LYS (Local Yarn Shop). It was knit up in a color I didn’t care for, but the patterning and construction intrigued me, so I got the yarn and the pattern, and started.

For some reason, I put it aside. Then Life happened and the bag it was in got placed into one of those big plastic bins, along with my stash. And that was put into the garage/storage at the new digs. Where it sat for at least 4 presidential administrations.

I brought it upstairs into my room where it sat for another 3 years.

Then, this past summer, I got it out, reread the pattern, got back into the groove, finished the mitered square black and grey trim, did the finishing, blocked it and now it’s done.

It’s almost cool enough to wear this in the morning when I leave the house at 5:30 in the gahtdamn morning, I open the front door to leave the house, immediately shut the door and say “Oh, HELL no!” and reach up to the top shelf to grab my new piece to throw on because it’s not yet cold enough for a coat or heavy jacket.

Picture a wide V shape. On the right side is a wide basketweave pattern. On the other side is a smaller basketweave pattern. That’s the thing that caught my fancy. And the trim.

The sample I saw was dark red and a brown. “Autumn” colors. Not attractive to me at all. I chose black, which looks dark charcoal here, but trust me: it’s black. And added grey for the trim. And did one corner in a red stripe instead of grey.

Why? Because.

One day soon, I’ll spread it out and take a photo of the whole piece and throw it in here, but for now…here ‘tis:

Mitred Trim Capelet #JSS04 (designer: Jane Slicer-Smith at sigknit.com)

[ossifer]

wrt baru my hottest take is that i do not personally read her as being low empathy and instead interpret her tendency to model other people + herself as rational actors & pragmatism throughout the traitor as stemming from her scholarship courtesy of falcrest & farrier, and how her earliest motivation is to 'outlaw the deaths of fathers' and rewrite the doctrines. a key part of the traitor is that she abstracts the people of aurdwynn prior to her various encounters with tain hu and treats the province with an only-partially affected level of emotional indifference, and to me this reflects how her focus begins and ends with taranoke initially: the subversion of the masquerade is an incidental detail to her infiltrating them; the horror of the policies she hasn't witnessed, the subjugation of the people she holds no loyalties to, elude her nascent perspective and thus she is unbeholden to them for a while (“I am an accountant. Heredity is not my concern”)

this is all to say that i do not think her obstensive low empathy is a matter of any particular tendencies but rather a byproduct of the fact she has unwittingly adopted the attitudes of an imperial technocrat in a foreign land, albeit with an added detached disdain due to her disquiet with falcrest: she internally characterises herself as seeking to rewrite its doctrines, loosen its hold on taranoke, but not to abolish it & this means that she—in her privileged position within aurdwynn—is content to let the specificities of it fall to her blind side. her gaze remains turned to taranoke and thus she is able to treat aurdwynn as an abstracted dilemma, its people as either unagentive or as following a linear path in pursuit of their goals; baru has fallen prey to thinking herself as an accountant, adopts falcresti modes of thinking so long as they suit her goals, and walks the path of complicity.

this changes over time, of course, and as time goes on we see these patterns of thinking break down as she draws parallels between aurdwynn and taranoke, as she rebels and cannot continue benefitting from the comforts of her imperial office, as she strays from accountant to revolutionary. she fulfills the role of traitor but it comes at a great personal cost that weighs on her: she trades the dukes as currency, buys her ascension, but she accrues an emotional debt that while not in of itself incompatible with her having low empathy does involve a large degree of guilt that i personally think showcases how imperial thought & farrier's process both rely on momentum. baru was conditioned to repress herself and to act with decision & directness because those are the conditions integral to maintaining her detachment: when she loses momentum, collides with tain hu, it comes undone.

what i find fascinating about her perspective is that while she has a vested interest in falcrest's demise, the process of arriving at that as the logical conclusion is one that takes time and requires her to see her illusions of its merits shattered: despite understanding it as an oppressor, she initially conceptualises its power as a neutral thing, something to be coveted and stolen away from it, rather than existing due to its exploitative nature. but that flawed conceptualisation stems from a partial perspective that is informed heavily by the education she received. i do not think that baru's perspective is a 1:1 with that of a citizen within the imperial core by any means but i do think she is a poignant illustration of how one's thought is inevitably informed by the predominant hegemony & the means by which imperialism indoctrinates: falcrest extensively employs various forms of social coercion rather than open force and baru's obstensive low empathy is to me a key illustration of that in practice

i personally think that baru has an excess of empathy, enough that it proves narratively significant at several points, but the reason it comes across as low is because her perspective is one that was engineered to suppress it. the farrier process is a more overt and expedited way to convey what happens when your perspective is informed by the thought of those who live comfortably off the dividends of the very same systems of oppression that leave you subjugated, when the culture you were raised in is primitivised and you are taught imperial sciences that allow you to abstract the fact of your neighbours dying of plagues introduced by the arrival of your coloniser.

“I’m not doing this,” Shir said, with terrible distance. “You are. You set the terms. This is your choice, it is the shape of you, to spend people for power.”

[serandipity]

"You appear to have misremembered the quote, Lord Diluc. The quote is 'Imitation is the cheapest form of flattery'." Bianca huffed out in irritation. Nothing that was said here was a compliment, she's certain of that. Bianca could discern the subtle hints of antagonism in his voice. Had it been anyone else with a lesser upbringing they might have missed it, but Bianca had been dealing with this sort of subtle antagonism for most of her life.

A politician or a nobleman with face to save is unlikely to grow angry and start shouting, at least not initially. If poked and prodded enough though, the most unbreakable mask could shatter into a million pieces. It just so happened that Diluc's was a little sturdier than most.

His denial that he's playing politics leaves her confused. If business wasn't a high priority and he found politics to be useless then what was he after? What was even left?

"Well, I suppose there's one thing we can agree on: politicians and politics are useless." She said before taking another long drink of tea. She sat silently listening to him prattle on. He kept going on and on about saving people and protecting Norad, but that was not the job of nobles. She knew of nobles who took up arms in theory, but in practice it was better to leave those things to more capable and trained fighters.

There's a long pause as he poses another question to her, and Bianca can't help but feel its a back handed insult, as if he was trying to find some hidden insecurity.

Unfortunately for him, she's not the type to play her hand so easily, and his assumptions are way off mark regardless. She wasn't a shunned noble woman believing she could not marry due to some tragic back story. In fact, she had a perfectly normal upbringing all things considered.

There's a long and icy silence as Bianca simply takes a moment to consider how best to verbally eviscerate answer his question.

"What a boring question," Bianca finally remarked having finally settled on a response, "No. I am perfectly marriageable. Too marriageable in fact, considering annoying little pests like you keep trying to grab for my hand in marriage." Bianca said, "Although to your credit you've been slightly more interesting than the typical lout that deigns to try for my hand in marriage. However....Lord Diluc there is two things you must understand about me that are imperative to know regardless of whether or not we will be wed..."

She placed the empty tea cup onto her sauce before giving him a hard state

"One is I despise people who are boring. All of the men my father has brought to me are dreadfully dull, and the only man I can stand less than a politician is a boring man," Bianca crossed her arms leaning back into the sofa, "And the second is I hate being used as a prop or a ploy for anyone's gain. I'm afraid if you're looking for a sad, lonely heiress whose low self-esteem keeps her from marrying so you must suddenly save her from herself, I'm afraid you've made a deal with the wrong family."

There's a moment before she smirks, reaching to pour her own cup of tea delicately from the tea set provided, " I know I'm one of the most eligible bachelorettes in high society right now. It's simply a shame no one consulted with me on whether or not I wish to do something as dreadfully boring as marriage."

"They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I thought you might be in need of a compliment?" Diluc replies sympathetically, and yet the sheen of antagonism continues in his generous words to the supposed bride. Gaze lifts from the table, landing on Bianca momentarily before he sits back, now adopting a far more relaxed posture. One hand rests on the arm of the couch, legs crossing as he pulls his ponytail over the shoulder with the free hand.

The uncrowned king hadn't come to the Saint Coquille manor expecting to have this degree of debate with the woman. Her father as, by comparison, entirely amenable to every topic. As a result there was an undeniable thrill now, engaging further with this dialogue. Bianca still couldn't know the deeper parts of the truth. The less involved the better when it came to the suspected agents working from beyond the borders of Norad.

"No, I don't." He replies flatly to her claim of his political intrigue. "I see no point in titles or gains in that regard. They're mantles that all but bind us from actually righting the wrongs in this world. I prefer actions over words, and politicians twist themselves up in the mockery and futility of the latter. As is also often the case with knights." There's no small amount of disdain that slips past Diluc's lips with that statement.

"Do you know what my business is in, Miss Bianca? Another result of fermentation is vinegars. And when it comes to trading in amenities of the kitchen, your father's trade lines can do well for extending those branches of my own. Again... just a pleasant coincidence. I'm more interested in that which protects Norad as a whole. And, maybe..."

His eyes turn to Bianca once again. A brow lifts, and then he's quite for just a moment. The question that was on his lips needed to be rephrased.

"Do you... not see yourself as someone desirable of marriage, Miss Bianca? For all your confidence and careful inquiry that seems to be the one thing you haven't brought up against me yet."

[josephtrohman]

irt my last post i Do appreciate the joy n jokes n whimsy dgmw!!!! but i just have been so confused why everyone is acting like there is even a sliver of a pause b/w "partner" and "in writing" 😭

[butchratchettruther]

Silly unfinished sketch of what I think the Mallard (the steam train that holds the world speed record for steam locomotives) would look like in starlight express

This is the LNER Class A4 4468 Mallard

[serandipity]

Ugh, of course the platinum trophy was locked behind the most impossible task. Why couldn't the list be an easy 100%? Why did it have to include standing in a long line of people who were being pushy and rude? And then she would have to order the cream puff herself to get a full 100 percent.

"Ugh.... fine... but this better be the most delicious cream puff I've ever had if you're making me go through the trouble!" She sighed, forcing her legs which had seemingly turned to jelly in that moment to move to get in line, "Existence is suffering. Why do we exist? But to suffer, Akira."

"Not unless you want to 100% complete this," Akira returned, face otherwise expressionless although amusement colored his voice. He definitely appreciated Futaba wanting to get out more, although he also wanted to make sure she wasn't pushing herself too hard. He didn't want her to backslide, but he did really want a cream puff too.

[marihem]

Helloo i just wanna confess that im so in love with your frans dynamic 😭😭💙💙💙💙💙 their interaction, their platonic relationship.. aahh somehow whenever i see them i can feel their vibes as a someone who loves platonic partner so bad, the calm vibes and their own shenaningans- which i couldnt stop laughing

Like, romance but most dominated with platonic?? Homies but at the same time love each other but still friend agdhd like that idk how to describe their relation but damn i just love them

How you draw sans and frisk are my most favorite especially your frans dynamic, hope you have a nice day and keep making what you love about them!! 💙

AAAA THANK YOUUU 😭 I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW 🥺💙

I've been reading what you wrote over and over and I'm just so glad to hear these from you! Indeed, those are the vibes I'm aiming for these two. Like other people around them, they couldn't really make out of what their relationship status is based on the binary "platonic" and "romantic" relationship. But you just know that they love and appreciate each other and always stick together and that's for sure 😌

I say they're "queerplatonic" because that's the most accurate "label" we can match to their relationship but if you actually asked them what they are, hehe you know what they'll say XD (omg I just love things that exist outside of the established standards made by Society TM)

I should tell y'all the story of how I slowly developed these two's relationship cuz it is also something that's connected to me personally haha ;D

EEEE again, I'm so so happy that you like my interpretation of Frisk and Sans!^^ What being obsessed with these characters for years does to a mf:

Please I'm more than happy to share my own take on these two as an individual and how they got to the being the people I've been drawing now as you can tell that these versions of Frisk and Sans are canon compliant and takes place years after the events of the game úဗù my ask box is always open 👀

Thank you so so much! Your words made my day and night and I'll still come to re-read this again and again! Please accept these humble lil doodles and I also wish you a wonderful day/night 💙💙

[exceptionalcameo]

closed thread with @ofcrimsonenchantresses Previous Reply

Wanda sat in front of the grave cross legged, using her fingers to brush away the dirt and debris that collected on the headstones if you weren’t attentive. There were still flowers laid on the grave, but she had noticed that it dwindled every year. It made her want to laugh, it made her want to scream. “You give everything for these people, and they forget so quickly.” She murmured to the gravestone in her native tongue, her fingers clearing out the wording engraved. Pietro Django Maximoff February 10 1989 - May 15 2015 “Thirty eight, we’re getting old.” She sighed, tangling her fingers in her hair for a moment at the thought. She didn’t feel thirty eight. She’d been twenty nine when she’d died and only another year had passed when she’d ‘died’ again. Except now it was suddenly 2027 and she couldn’t remember how she’d got there. She felt the approach long before Agatha began speaking, staying sat in front of the grave but leaving her conversation with her twin for their ears only. Wanda didn’t even look behind her when the woman began her all too obvious snarky little speech about her death. “Come now, Agatha, darling.” She replied, with not nearly as much venom. Wanda felt too tired for any of that. “You should know at your age that what you hear on the street and read in the papers isn’t always the whole story.” She told her simply as she stood from her spot, letting her fingers caress the gravestone once more before she turned so Agatha could see her properly and she could see Agatha. She tucked her hands into her coat pocket. “You look well.” She added.

"You mean for someone who was stuck in a hex?" Agatha shot back in a deadpan, no kindness in the eyes above her fake smile. "Your hex." Her glare broke and Agatha took a breath, hands moving descriptively as she spoke, attention drifting around them at times. "I mean, I get it...I ruined your little dissociative day dream...but honestly, someone had to. It was nice to see the real you at the end there...instead of the hero you were trying to be. It suited you." Agatha certainly looked less dramatic than their last show down...but at least it was better than the mess she'd been while under Wanda's spell. Tidy and tailored with her white button up shirt tucked into high waist trousers and long flowing purple vintage coat, topped off with her signature cameo just under the top button of her collar. Her hair was about as neat as it was ever going to get...braided into an updo, pieces of fringe still falling down to frame her face.

[infernal-lamb]

Howws that fic with your OC going? I’m very intrigued about that one :D

Oh!!! And if you have any new art/tidbits about her?

lmao, its going! I've made progress but now I am sulking like an 18th century poet in their giant, empty study.......Contemplating. Critiquing (just being nervous about posting fic since I havent written anything since I was like. 13. and I'm not exactly a writer, just someone who throws stuff together and goes Well, That's A Plot I Guess!) I'm glad people are intrigued about and Neves dfhjfghf. I DO have some lil doodles of her in the cult. One specific tidbit that makes me laugh: Neves is tall as hell in comparison to the cult members.

I'm not sure how to measure the inhabitants of the Lands of the Old Faith, but I imagine them at least smaller than the average human--mostly because I think its sort of funny to emphasize just *how* out of place Neves is among the Lamb and their flock. This is more like a rough estimate of how they compare LMAO. With her height, the cult members usually ask her to help with picking fruit on big trees or, for example, doing things like standing on her shoulders to clean the Temple windows that are too high up otherwise :') Here's a silly comic w/one of her experiences in the cult too!

[bdor1995]

my humble Professional Associates™ ita bag... supergiant games please give us more of these two in hades 2 or else i will pass away.

merch creds below the cut

bag: LudaMelnick

top left acrylic charm: Pegushi

top right heart shaped button: Siriniel

middle column of enamel pins: Strawbearries

bottom left large enamel pin: purrresa (sold out afaik)

bottom right acrylic charm: INJUREDDREAMS (sold out but i believe stickers are still available!)

mini acrylic charms: i lost their info, if anyone recognizes their style let me know 😥