#updated his height!!

[deerspherestudios]

Finally got to draw out a proper ref sheet for Mychael 🍄🍄!

MC's Reference

[amanitacurses]

Reference!

Bonus:

[whitherwanderer]

Galena, a Rusty Reforger & Pyrite, a Deliberate Deadeye feat. @shroudandsands

In one of worlds fourteenfold, a hyune reforger scales the crags of Alexandria's cliffs and ruins in search of precious electrope, artifacts, and other reusable materials. A scope is trained on him, a voice in his ear, coolly reminding him to watch his footing (as if it needed to be said).

The spotter is an ex-hunter who keeps the levin-cursed monsters and defective sentries off his back with a careful eye and a dead aim. She's also his wife, which makes it that much harder for her to watch him test his scavenging prowess over the deep canyons and crumbling spires that scar the land. Trust him as she does, she has her reasons to be wary.

Galena's methods are unusual. Instead of combing the ground, he climbs. The old kingdom's ruins hide valuable artifacts and electrope caches that would be out of reach for most, but more worrying is his choice not to wear a regulator despite the many obvious dangers. Among the reforgers, it's not wholly unusual for someone to refuse a regulator, but those who know the two hyune know well: it's not a choice made lightly.

———

Deep in the heart of Everkeep, Pyrite stalks the alleys of Solution Nine with a portion of the materials her husband gleaned from the old kingdom. It's how he can offer his support for the organization Pyrite now dedicates her time and talents to.

And an ex-hunter always finds ways to keep herself sharp; sentries vanish, dismantled and sold for parts in True Vue's less reputable markets. Weapons from the manufactories on the lower floors go missing and wind up in rebel hands. Credits grease the palms of the right people for the right intelligence and the doors of high clearance warehouses are left unlocked—by accident, of course.

As an agent for the rebel group Oblivion, the regulator Pyrite wears is a compromise allowing her to take advantage of Everkeep's systems while avoiding suspicion. But for all its conveniences, the regulator is also a grave reminder. Should Galena's hands ever slip, all she'll have of him is the recordings and images hidden away on encrypted data shards—assurance that they'd keep their promise never to forget again*.

———

No mourning, and yet no relief from the aching holes in their memories. All they have is the hints of a loss whose shape they can identify by feeling around its dark edges: an empty room, a closet full of clothes too small for either of them. A name that Pyrite herself chose, always lingering in the back of her mind but slipping through it like a sieve. An image of shade—a face that Galena chases through dreams and wakes up with no recollection of.

Loss enough to take immortality and toss it into a canyon. Pain enough to use that immortality as a weapon against the system that stole from them something so precious it becomes their reason and their resolve. Something that would be worth dismantling a miracle. *OOC Note: This was drafted before the Arcadion raids came out, which answers a critical question I had about the regulator mechanics. A person wearing a regulator will, in fact, remember someone who does not wear one after their death. So that final bit in Pyrite's section is wrong! Oh well.

[bunnysnared]

taking my oc making process very seriously clearly

[theshslpumpkinghost]

eden for the ask game :3

okay! sorry this took a while, i. do not have a lot of thoughts about eden lmao

Favourite thing about her: She actually has a personality and is affected by things, not just blindly optimistic for the hell of it.

Least favourite thing about her: I don’t- actually know- I don’t really have a lot of opinions about her so ig i’ll just leave this one.

Favourite line: This is more of a scene but where she blackmailed Teruko about the cacti thing!

brOTP: Eden + Levi i need this to become a friendship guys you don’t understand

(also their height difference is so fucking funny to me like look at this and rewatch ch2 ep1)

OTP: I don’t really have a favourite Eden ship? I guess Terueden is kinda cute-

nOTP: Eden x Arturo (I feel like i don’t have to explain this one, even without the fact that Eden is a lesbian-)

Random headcanon: Eden likes scrapbooking!

Unpopular opinion: I don’t really.. have one? Oh I could try this one- Areiden is kinda meh imo. Like- I prefer them as friends but I don’t have a problem with people who ship it please do not get upset at me

Song I associate with her: Rule #1 - Magic by Fish in a Birdcage

Favourite picture of her:

her face is so cute it’s like :0 woaw and i love her for it

[josie-marks]

Seeing people fancast Heathcliff as a white man infuriates me actually like did you read the book you said you're such a big fan of? Did you notice all the times where it's stated that he possesses really dark skin and how the many characters associate his skin color with his violent/animalistic nature, do you know that this is racism?

I was stressed because I saw someone say that adaptations that rely a lot on his race deviates from the original source because, according to them, the book >exclusively< uses his skin color to highlight his violent/animalistic nature as in imagery and that this is a evidence of Emily Bronte's whiteness and actually, I disagree wholeheartedly and I think the many times where these associations happens it just shows Nelly's bias against Heathcliff (a bias she always had even before he was able to say a word when he arrived at the wuthering heights) and the abuse he's subjected to it's also correlated to his race.

Anyways, I'm reading the book (40 pages to go) so it's all very fresh on my mind and I believe that the book contains commentary about race and social class dynamics.

[curiousaur]

a chart of all official tmnt heights google can deliver, color-coded by turtle (blue star=leo, orange star=mikey, etc.) and by show/comic/movie/game two highlights:

raph has the most range (ironic considering his sai...) ➡️ palladium raph (4'6" / 137 cm) and bayverse raph (6'5" / 196 cm) are nearly 2 feet apart

the average height across the turtles in all media is 5'3" / 160 cm, meaning rise donnie is The Most Average Turtle height-wise nobody tell him

[rockybloo]

I finally snapped because I'm tried of trying to force my brain to look at the main Beanstalked characters as 18 and 19 year olds when my brain naturally views them all (save for Hazel and Kettle and the actual older adults) as 20 year olds.

When I first started the comic, I was in highschool so of course I had all the main protagonists also in my age range as a teen...but then I rewrote everything when I was in college and in my twenties and now I just CAN'T UNVIEW THEM ALL as 20 year olds so I just went and updated everyone over on their neocities pages.

The most important ones are that the Fabled Five are all 20 now with Pinokuni being 21...bc I dunno I just think it'd be funny.

THIS IS THE FINAL TIME I CHANGING EVERYONE'S AGES-They've gone from 16 and 17 to 18 and 19 and now we're finishing with 20 because it's an underrated number for protagonists and tbh being Bookmarked is like being in college.

You have a path you have to take to achieve your ending/degree but people keep screwing with you on the way and you contemplate wanting to drop out but the idea of having that happy ending just keeps you going.

Also there's a lot of lost sleep, late nights staying up, tons of reading and studying-HONESTLY Briar Patch is like a giant dormitory of a town when I think more and more about it.

[clockworkreapers]

Hey, this may already have been confirmed but what are the main characters of the Aleph null webcomic heights?

Of course! Here I have their ref sheet for the comic style and all their heights compared to each other

From tallest to shortest:

Majell: 6’8 (207 cm)

Sauron: 6’6 (201 cm)

Cyrusk: 6’2 (188 cm)

Falmea: 5’6 (170 cm)

Helstm: 5’3 (161 cm)

Cybele: 5’0 (152 cm)

Ward is the same “height” as Sauron.

[h4kka]

hakka during his debut: my shoes are attached to my body!! they have blood vessels!! i CANNOT take them off!!!! if i take them off, i bleed out!! i cannot take my shoes off, as they are NOT shoes, they are an extension of my body!!

cover:

[dont-be-late-to-the-dance]

yall I was JOKING about how this would fix me but like

HE ACTUALLY FUCKING FIXED ME.

that man Fixed Me for real. this actually isn't a joke

I WENT BACK TO MY CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE MY EFFIN LIFE SHOW AND DIDN'T WANT TO DIE AT ALL!! DIDN'T CRY EITHER‼️ NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT!!!!!

I EVEN WROTE THREE (3) PARAGRAPHS WITHOUT GETTING SAD!!!!!!! LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!

[letters-from-the-4077]

3x11: Adam's Ribs

Dear Dad,

Remember that flu season back in ’32? When it felt like you were gone every night jumping to every single household with a kid in it because everyone all got sick all at once? And how it was after mom died but you decided that I was old enough to stay home alone, only for you to come back on that Tuesday to find me throwing up my guts all over the floor?

Good times. Terrible times, actually, but despite my pacifistic tendencies, I’d fucking kill to go through that again than the fresh hell that is my current hell. I nearly wrote you this letter from the latrines, which is terrible on multiple levels, especially considering I was actually looking forward to write to you this time.

I’ve said before that one of these days I’m finally going to snap, and even though I’m still in one piece, I’m not convinced that it’s an uncracked one. Eleven days. Eleven straight days of liver of fish, making our own damn never ending season of seafood up in Maine truly dwarf in size. Eleven straight days and I’m half convinced that each subsequent day was just the previous one’s leftovers! The fact that they’re serving us kidney at all blows my fucking mind, and over a week and a half of it for every meal has me half convinced that I’ve dreamt it all up.

They don’t tell you about how every grueling day feels like a dream, same motions, same food, same jokes, just different supporting actors underneath my scalpel. 

On the seventh day God rested, and on the eleventh day Hawkeye Pierce fucking cracked. Like I said, there’s only so many days where a man can eat liver of fish. Trap and I made this ridiculous plan—honestly, dad, I didn’t think about it working or not. I just needed something to break up the monotony. Anything. ANYTHING.

You know the place in Chicago I told you about however many years ago? The one that had the best barbequed ribs in the entire country? Couldn’t remember the name at first, but it’s Adam’s Ribs. 

Adam’s Goddamn Ribs.

A couple of pulled strings and a hell of a lot of favors somehow managed to bring us back to Chicago. Or I guess Chicago to us. It doesn’t matter- the only thing that mattered is that we somehow fucking managed to get Adam’s Ribs in the worst corner of all of Korea and Igor cooked them up and hell dad, they were the best damn things I think I’ve ever smelled in my life. 

Course, ambulances poured in the second I had my hands on them, but it made for a hell of an OR session. That’s how they should be teaching speed for MASH surgeons. Nevermind the live rounds and constant shelling, just put the idea of tantalizing, edible food on a stick right above a surgeon and you’d get the fastest cutters in the West. East.

But, oh father, I know what you’re thinking now: why the reminder of the great flu season of 1932 when so far the only thing your dear child has spoken about has been spare ribs from the great state of Illinois?

Here’s where the story gets good. And by good, I mean fucking terrible.

Great OR session, by the way. Took out enough shrapnel out of intestines to build a full new bomb, and not a single patient lost. Igor reheated the ribs for me and Trap and we had what could only be described as the greatest midnight snack in the history of the entire war. Or not just in the war, but in the history of the entire world. We headed back to our bunks more full than after a Thanksgiving spread, and not even Frank’s sniveling could change a thing.

That is before a solid and conscience five minutes had passed.

Five minutes. Five lousy minutes of euphoria that just nearly made me forget about the terrible place that I’d been forced into. And then I spent the next hour and a half, throwing up every single bit of edible food. Made the worst flu pale in comparison, I’ll tell you that much. Couldn’t even make it to the latrine the first time, and I think I scared the wits outta Trapper since it probably sounded like I was vomiting up my organs right outside his side of the tent. 

He’s a good man, Trap. Picked me up off the ground like you would’ve and helped me stumble to the latrines where I could continue throwing up every bit of goodness that I had managed to make for myself in this camp. Practically held my hair back like I was his girl, believe it or not. 

I’m writing this letter from post-op, you know. Trap’s got himself convinced that I managed to get food poisoning from the long trip that the ribs made in order to get from us. Not sure how he’s reached that conclusion given that he has exactly zero symptoms, but hell, I’m not volunteering any other explanations to him.

Between you and me, I think I’ve become a bit of a cuckoo, if you can read between the lines there. 

I mean, what sane person would practically stage a mutiny just to get food from a specific restaurant that he couldn’t even remember the name of in the first place? If Henry was just 2% more done with my shit, he could’ve gotten me in real trouble. Hell, if Henry was any other CO, I’d probably be on trial with a death sentence looming over my head for the shit I pulled just to get the first real food I’d have since stepping foot on that plane. 

All that just to throw it up a few minutes later. I may not have snapped quite yet, but I’m cracking, dad. 

I hope next flu season is kind to you up there.

Love, Hawkeye

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[spooh52]

June 24: “…something like a sharp wail quickly suppressed; and then there was silence, deep, awful silence, which chilled me. With a beating heart, I tried the door; but I was locked in my prison, and could do nothing.”

[fideidefenswhore]

@boleynism replied to your post:

It's a great summary, although I'm not sure 'bullying' is the best word choice (...hectoring?); unless, of course we're taking Chapuys at 100% face value (which...off the dome, incorrect report of the name of Anne's first child, incorrect report that Mary was going to be sent to serve Anne as maid in waiting, report that there were no bonfires celebrating Elizabeth's christening was contradicted by two other sources...only the first of which he ever admitted the error, which he would never have gotten away with doing otherwise, as she was a significant child, the second of which he still claimed was true but that Anne had changed her mind and decided to send her to Elizabeth's household instead). And it's the reality of power, really...gaining power, securing power, maintaining power (or, as Thomas has argued here, safety) can be very ugly. These were not Disney princesses we're talking about. But there's a certain Janus face to all this, also: in all likelihood, Anne completely believed that everything she did was justified, because she wanted to use that power for good ("pardon me from your hearts [...] that I have not done all the good that was in my power to do.”  ), for causes she believed in, that's all tied up in that fierce maternal instinct (""A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.") as well.

[theirishhalfling]

Felt it was high time to update Watcher’s mini reference, what with hitting level 17 and getting his leonin-like form from his magical cloak.

As an aside to add to the ref, he’s redemption paladin 12/swashbuckler rogue 5, his 19 CON is from the cloak (it’s naturally 14, he’s a softie) and the draconic, giant and infernal languages he picked up magically.

[cottagewhores]

He could bust m—