hello yes hi i hope you dont mind, i couldnt stop myself. Saw @stiffyck amazing vodník scar today and i had to draw him and give him a companion. bebok grian is something ive been thinking about lately and ill never get a better opportunity to share than now. I hope u like it ?
(owl-like portrayals of beboks are not the most popular nowdays, but theyve been present for a long while! Its a silesian house demon that causes mischief and eats disobedient children (in some interpretations also drinks the blood of newborns); partents used it (and use to this day!) to scare their kids as a form of discipline, and it worked - while nowdays many silesians view bebok as a little creature with black fur, horns and big eyes (or like buka from moomins... lol), its assumed that back in the day they were associated with owls, due to the fact that owl corpses were often used as a scarecrow for other birds near cherry fruit trees and its name - bebok, bobo, babok (bebok, bobok, meaning, funnily enough, boogeyman in silesian) could come from owls (specifically bubo bubo - eurasian eagle owl). The thing about bebok is that it very much does not have a set apperance, and many people view it differently, depending on their own fears and ideas in their local community! So i went more owl-ish than usual, gave him a sack (beboks most common attribute) and a cieszyn folk costume in very rough shape)
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honestly can we talk about the ethics of Tanaka’s hamster? Like I’m not even going to touch the whole ‘has the soul of a dead little boy’ thing, but Tanaka keeps it in a cage that is entirely too small, carries it around everywhere, and purposefully exposes it to impurities to stress it out and make it react. And actually I am going to bring it back to the little boy soul because it’s kept the hamster alive for twenty years. Like can it not die or age? Is the hamster never going to get retired? Just in the most long-term stressful conditions I could imagine for a prey animal forever?
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so after researching a bit it turns out that a lot of people grow smoke bushes as bonsai! (they're an ornamental shrub so I guess it makes sense) so that's exciting! I'm not very good at training bonsai yet since hard pruning and wiring makes me anxious lol but it'll be fun to try! apparently smoke bushes are really stubborn!
overwintering plants in containers outside is pretty stressful but we've been having pretty mild winters lately so maybe it'll be okay once the roots get established. sedums are heavy sleepers so I know those will be okay.
I'll get some mulch this fall too so my plants can be extra warm and comfy once it snows! planning for winter in august makes me feel like a harvest moon character lol
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I’m laughing SEISHIROU JUST LEFT OFF SCREEN? WE DON’T EVEN GET TO SEE IT?
Amazing. How to go from immense threat to minor inconvenience in two steps or less.
WAS HE NOT USING THE FEATHER TO TRAVEL THEN?
IF HE DIDN’T NEED THE FEATHER TO TRAVEL DID HE REALLY NEED THE FEATHER AT ALL??
…OH WELL.
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Don't know why I've been feeling compelled to write this but. Something some people don't realize is how weird delusions can be. How for some people, they're just There and you live with it and no one knows about it unless they're really paying attention or you mention it.
So here's a little insight into a long held delusion. Putting it under a read more so people that want to not see it don't have to.
CW - delusions, surveillance, persecutory
Like. Imagine this. You are 3-5 years old, hanging out in your bedroom. Basically one of your first memories, right?
Anyways, your guardian calls out "hey, almost time for bed! Go ahead and change." You get your clothes, go to change. Then you look around and you get really tense and know you Can't, because you realize the toys and photographs with eyes are all facing your direction.
Why does that mean you can't? Because somehow, even before you could remember, you were completely and utterly convinced basically anything with eyes had little cameras that were spying on you. The most advanced piece of hardware you'd ever seen was your parents bulky VHS camera. No computers, webcams, cellphones. Nothing that could reasonably spy on you like tech these days does. You have no concept of Big Brother or the Truman show, very little understanding of the government, but you Just Know it is happening.
Then, after you get everything turned around or covered, and you feel ready to change, but then your pet walks in. You look at them and immediately know you have to get them out of the room too. Your brain goes in two directions as to why. One side is convinced that the pet also has cameras in their eyes, sent to spy on you. The other is convinced it's a human that got turned into an animal, once more to spy on you and report back. Which one doesn't matter, because obviously one is true, and thus you must take the necessary precautions. You shoo the pet out. You feel safe and ready to change clothes now.
Then imagine this thought follows you into adulthood. You've gone your entire life thinking you have eyes on you from all angles. Eventually, it grows into recorders, bugs (the mic-type), microphones, webcams, phone cameras. Your idea on who is recording you changes on the life situation (friends, family, neighbors, some secret organization, cops, the government), but you've never wavered from this idea even though sometimes people can rationalize you out of it briefly. But it's Still There. Medication doesn't even stop it.
Sometimes it's after someone you know leaves your place, and you're convinced they bugged the house. Sometimes it's that a family member has put cameras up to catch you off guard. Sometimes it's that the neighbors are recording you through the walls, or from your open window, or outside your house. But most of the time, it's just this vague 'Other' that is watching through these imaginary cameras. Waiting. You don't know why or what for. You. Just. Know.
However, after so long of living like that, you've learned how to deal with it. It's just a part of your day to day. You believe it at all times, to some degree, some days more strongly than others. It's worse as technology gets more invasive, but it's rarely the technology you worry about. That can be unplugged, covered, seen, avoided. You can control what information that has access to, to some degree. But you can't control the things you can't see. The things you cherish that you would have to tear apart just to see if it's real, things you want to be able to look at because it still brings joy so you keep it in your room.
You live with it so you don't have to expend constant energy trying to keep it from happening, even if it makes it hard to speak or act freely in the places that are meant to be safest. You learn to change turned away from the things in your spaces. You try not to do anything embarrassing or talk about illegal things too often or too loudly. Who knows what this information will be used for, but sometimes when you think it's neighbors, you think they're going to report you for Something.
It confuses the people you mention it to, they try to reassure you, but it only helps temporarily. Nothing fixes it. Nothing makes it go away. But that's okay.
That's just your life. In your mind it has been there, and might always be.
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