#which is funny considering the fish… and birds…

[smilesrobotlover]

Team B do kotg plus the Royal family. Idk how I feel about Urbosa’s design, truthfully I didn’t put a lot of thought into it, all I know is that I reallly wanted to give her boots because the idea of the Gerudo running and fighting in the sand in HEELS hurts my ankles. Like OW?? But idk I don’t like her pants. It’s not a final design anyways… I’m excited to explore the champion’s dynamic more. They’re so fun. I also wanted to give Rhoam very light blonde hair instead of white cuz I hate how he looks like he could be old enough to be Zelda’s grandfather 😭😭

[changingplumbob]

Nicolas Caldwell

Trying @cawthorntales bachelor challenge to woo Mr Bloom

Download from SFS (only cc are his lashes. He was made with the Waterdrop eyes so I'm not sure if his eye colour is custom but it should be whatever swatch looks grey and blue). For him to have all his outfits you'll need: Werewolves, Cats & Dogs, Romantic Garden and Cottage Living.

Forget that I often make self assured and confident sims because Nicolas is anything but...

Tell us a bit about yourself.

Oh shoot I should have figured that would be a question. Umm, I'm Nicolas, which I mean you probably know from the application. Ah, I'm what's called a military brat. My parents are both in the military and did a whole bunch of postings as I was growing up so we were never in one place for very long. It's made me kind of shy I guess, I'm not great at relating to others. I have one sister, Teresa, she's a decade younger than me but we get along.

And why have you applied?

Funny story. Well not really. Ah my younger sister Teresa actually applied for me. I consider myself pansexual but I've only ever been romantically attracted to guys. That was not a fun conversation with my father. But he's fine abut it now. What was I saying? Oh yeah, Teresa. She keeps telling me I need a boyfriend so I don't turn in to a hermit, I've had to shut down several fake dating profiles she's made on my behalf. I told her I'm shy, and the idea of being on camera all day scares me, and having to compete... But I don't want to let her down, she was so excited my application got accepted.

Tell us about some of your likes and dislikes

I'm a bit animal mad, it's what made me become vegetarian. As much as I like being outside hiking, gardening, bird watching... I cannot stand fishing. I just feel so bad for the poor fish, like what a terrible way to die. And even if you throw them back they're probably freaking out thinking they were abducted, and they are definitely still injured from the hook! Sorry... I don't mean to lecture I just... I like animals okay. You can fish all you like just don't expect me to join.

I'm a little bit musical. I mean I don't perform for anyone but myself and occasionally Teresa. Mum tried to get me in to violin but it was so boring. Guitar is my instrument. Well, musical instrument not... you know. Ah... I did a programming course after high school that was not for me, and I'm rather useless at fixing or making things. Except baking! I do like baking. I've definitely got a sweet tooth.

What are you dreading?

People. You'd probably think with having to introduce myself new places so many times it wouldn't worry me but it does. I'm pretty quiet so people can think I'm being a snob when really I just have no idea what to say. Is there a gender neutral or masculine term for resting bitch face? And I don't know if I can take my guitar. Playing it is what calms me down. Well that and cloudgazing. So hopefully the weather is good and I can get outside between challenges. I've really no idea how this show works. Also worried about losing my contacts but that's an everyday worry.

What are you looking forward to?

I mean.. Teresa showed me the picture of Daisy and yeah he's good looking. Those eyes, I just completely missed what she told me right after because I was dreaming. She also said he wasn't actually organizing it so I really really hope he can understand this all being a surprise for me because it's one for him to. And she said he has farm animals! I want to meet them. Hopefully they'll like me and that can convince him I'm a keeper.

Do you have a message for Mr Bloom?

Oh, ah, sure! Umm... hey there good looking. Give me a chance to show you I'm certified boyfriend material. Well not certified because I've never had a boyfriend. *BLEEP* I didn't mean to say that, I don't want the other contestants knowing. Can I start the message again?

EDIT: Turns out he should have green hair... the save file is his brunette look but on the show he will look more like...

[pnchinbeez]

Guys I been feeling ideas recently

And one happens to involve jedtavius

So basically ig for if the ever make a show (the show idea has been popping up on my timeliness alot) I need an episode where a different museum goes on tour and end up at the natm museum (I forgot the name soyeah) I believe it would be funny if they had most of the same human exhibits but a little different like

Wax figurines jed, octy, and the Mayan leader guy ig idk

Instead of teddy you have like jfk (he was consider one of the nicest u.s. presidents)

Marco polo as an famous explorer

King tut or cleo would be a cool one for their pharaoh, I lean towards tut because I feel like a snarky and sarcastic 12-13 yr old would be amazing

Maybe we could get calamity Jane? Idk shes cool (she's the most famous frontier women ever basically, put her name in Google and no joke what shows up is probably what happened, also fun fact I was named after her!!)

Also because we have lancelot in the one movie I feel like we would need one of these three arthur, merlin, or Guinevere, maybe bother merlin in arthur idk that idea needs to be thought of more on my side

Instead of dexter we could have miss baker the squirrel monkey (the first monkey to survive coming back from space) but I think have laika the dog the first animal to go to space,one because I live her and it's so sad what happened to her (search up Brenning Davis's "Fist Dog In Space" IT will make you cry) but also I just think it's such a cute idea in general

Miniatures could be Qin Shi Huang the self declared first emperor of China and the guy that made the terracotta army to protect his tomb in the after life and maybe Victorian Era people

I would also like a plague doctor played by Adam Sandler (WE HAVE OWEN FUCKING WILSON AND HUGH JACKMAN, NOW GIVE ME ADAM OR ONE OF THE RYANS) but beggars can't be choosers

Maybe some Greek pottery and the pictures on them come to life like the paintings in the movies

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Instead of a t-rex or dinosaurs like that there could be a prehistoric ocean exhibit like whale bones and fish that swim (was that already in a movie?? I feel like it was , idk)

I feel like cool extinct animals should be on display are

barnary lion: the biggest baddest lion ever its the ones the Romans would fight in the colosseum and are also bigger than normal lions they look bad ass

PASSENGER PIDEON: these guys don't get enough recognition they where the funniest things ever and also one of the best messaging pigeons, then we hunted them to extinction, so yeah

Carolina parakeet: this bird went extinct fairly recently, in the late 1980's actually, they where one of the smartest non domesticated parakeet species out there and they are super cute ( another fun fact when my dad went fishing as a 20 something yr old with his dad in the 90's he swears he say a flock of them in an old tree by the lake they were in , around the Georgia border to North Carolina, pretty cool honestly)

Also the night guard for this group should be played by Jack black, channing Tatum,or ben schwartz

Nicky should be either walker scobell or a (and hear me out ) Tommyinnit with gyed brown hair

Weirdly they both kinda are like nicky I lean towards tom because in the animated movie nicky is very skinny and walker randomly got a bit buffer as of now soooo idk

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So basically this story would follow the timeline of the museum got super popular so they go on tour to another one and meet this group but as both the night guards figure out nicky and the other night guard try to warn each other that their exhibits come to life (nicky ahkmenrahs tablet but the other night guards is a curse on the sarcophagus of which ever Pharoah they have) and then all the exhibits meet and stuff and I think that both big jed and octy and little jed and octy to be dating their respective partner,, it would make for a funny scene

Also big jed and big octavius should basically parent king tut if that's the Pharoah because the real jed grew up with about 10 brothers and sister and had one son of his own supposedly. But octavius was recorded to have a daughter Julia the elder (a very fascinating women) that he exiled and was recorded feeling guilty about it and probably died feeling guilty about it also I think they would make a good parenting duo

Jfk and teddy interaction are strictly mandatory

Marco polo and wea

The miniatures from our museum and the miniatures from the other need interactions NOW

lots of jedtavius please and thank you

King tut and ahkmenrah interactions????

I feel like their relationship would be cool uncle and nephew type

The extinct animals go on a rampage at some point (we need cowboy jed and herder teddy )

Miniature escapades and shenanigans as always

And that's it

Maybe I'll finally write a fanfic for this series but idk

[seoafin]

oop i wrote it

cw: sukuna. implied cannibalism.

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A thumb roughly presses down on your bottom lip. “Open.”

You wordlessly obey, tentatively opening your mouth as Sukuna watches you, all four eyes trained on your face with an intensity that has sweat gathering at your temples.

There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. In this large banquet hall filled to the brim with food (offerings from the terrified villagers he didn’t kill hours earlier on a whim), there is only you and him. Two hands gripping you by the waist, holding you in place on his lap, while another hand on your face commands you to open. The last hand is splayed across your back, the thin layer of the kosode Uraume had forced you into (the clothes you had taken to wearing too undignified, too unsightly for Sukuna’s gaze) barely offering any coverage.

You think it had been on purpose. If Sukuna kills you now, all the better for him. An eyesore like you who had appeared out of nowhere, tumbling out of the sky like a bird whose wings had been plucked, right into the middle of a massacre.

“After all that nonsensical squawking earlier,” he starts, his voice a deep rumble against your frame. “Suddenly so silent?”

He seems to find it funny when you don’t (can’t) respond, chuckling at his own joke when his thumb slips into your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue, and forcing your mouth even wider for his open scrutiny. 

You stay silent, mind racing with all potential avenues of choice, whether it’s remark on the lovely weather (it was raining earlier, but you figure the rain would appeal to Sukuna more than the sun, right?) or talk about how funny it was to see Uraume in the kitchen barking out orders to prepare the banquet all around you. There’s no possible way this could all be meant for just one person. You’ve never seen so much fish and meats and vegetables and fruits, and considering you know what a modern day supermarket is, it seems excessive. All this from an already starving village? 

Or you could just keep silent. Which seems to be the best option seeing as his thumb is in your mouth. You wonder, for what seems to be the hundredth time since you’ve landed in an entirely different era, if Sukuna is going to kill you for the perceived slight of drooling all over one of his hands. You'd say he doesn’t seem to particularly mind (in your opinion, anyway. But what do you know.)

You make a noise in your throat, muffled, and Sukuna blinks, as if he had forgotten you were a living breathing person. Two eyes slide to you, meeting your gaze as you compose yourself.

His thumb relents, just enough that you can still feel him hovering. But you can speak. You figure it’s his way of telling you that you can speak without the possible threat of mutilation. Actually scratch that. The threat is always there. Ever present. If you had learned anything, it was that all it took was a simple thought to be acted on, and the lift of a finger. 

“The food!” you exclaim (the best you can), all your anxious pent up energy making you seem eager. “It’ll…” you swallow, “get cold!”

So please just let me leave, you internally beg, to the Buddha, to your annoying kouhai Gojo, or whatever deity is looking down on you and laughing at this entire predicament they’ve placed you in. Please just let me leave.

The hand retreats from your mouth. You don’t dare breathe a sigh of relief, not when three hands are still holding you.

Then to your great surprise, Sukuna smiles, baring teeth, greatly amused, and the stretch of his lips reaches all of his eyes. 

You are equal parts confused and terrified, waiting for the punchline to drop like the axe of a guillotine over your neck. 

“Tell me,” he purrs, two hands bringing you close. Until you can trace every single line of the monstrous inhuman right side of his face and every marking. “Have you ever tasted human flesh?”

Human…flesh…?

You hold your smile the best you can, but Sukuna must be able to smell your apprehension because there’s a glint of sadistic amusement in his eyes. “I…have…not…”

“Uraume is a fine cook,” he replies, turning his head towards the tables of food surrounding you, and your stomach plummets as understanding dawns on you. “To prepare human flesh for consumption is a difficult task, and yet he has not disappointed me once.”

You slowly look to the table closest to you, examining what you had previously assumed to be fowl. It’s charred, the same color as roasted meat, but upon closer inspection the shape resembles…

It looks like…a…limb.

A…human…limb.

You bite your tongue to keep your smile from faltering. He’s watching you now, a sharp eyed predator who has scented blood. If you show anything resembling fear, you know for sure he’ll kill you without a second thought.

He’s going to eat you. That has to be why he brought you here. He’s going to dismember you and then give you to Uraume who will gladly season and roast you like a pig.

You wonder if you should just give up and accept your fate now. You’ll die here, a thousand years into the past, alone, and nobody will have even known what happened to you.

They’ll think you disappeared, that you deserted, and they’ll only be half right.

You can’t let it end like this. You won’t let it end like this. The first thing a jujustu sorcerer learns is that hopes and dreams are dangerous. Regrets even more.

When you die, you won’t regret a single damn thing.

That’s why you can’t die here.

You straighten, forcing yourself to relax despite the anxiety churning in your gut. “Are you going to eat me?” You ask him pleasantly, lips curved.

“You would offer yourself so easily?” You see the unpleasant set of his lips, the dismissive tone of his words, and feel a cold sweat envelope your body. The sheer power of him would have you buckling to your knees had you been standing. You’ve lost his favor, and the only thing awaiting you unless you act now is death.

“I would not,” you say, momentarily glancing down in a demure move. “I would offer you something else though.” A pause. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing yourself closer, meeting his gaze straight on. “I’m sure I can interest you in it.”

[thewallsaretalking-again]

‼️ Energon / Blood warning ‼️

Look, I know I almost never do this journaling stuff, but lately things have just gone off the rails. I could talk all day and Emma would just think I’m crazy- but this time, I wouldn’t blame her.

It was a tough day at work ( the birds thought It’d be funny to try and peck my eyes out apparently, and the patrons had just been rude all day) so I decided to take a walk by the docks before I went home. It was late, obviously, the sun was setting, all that jazz; but honestly, none of that matters. It was when I got to the dock that afternoon that things really went off the rails; one of the fishing boats either forgot to pull up its net or completely malfunctioned and dropped it back into the water. That’s would’ve been fine and all; if it wasn’t for the fact that the DAMN THING WAS THRASHING AROUND. So I naturally stick my head under the water to see what is going on; and I see the biggest creature that I’ve ever seen in real life. I couldn’t make out what exactly it was at the time, but it was covered in bright reds and blues and was clearly stuck in the net.

So, in possibly the stupidest move since napoleons invasion of Russia, I take off my shoes, grab my work knife, and dive under. I could hear the noises it was making; they were high pitched wines and clicks, making it very clear that it was in distress. Once I got closer I realized that, whatever it was, it wasn’t a normal animal; it had hands and a head like a human, but the tail and wings of a manta ray (I didn’t stop and consider any of this at the time; only after I got out of the water did I realize what exactly I had been looking at). It was twisted in the net and its wings were being constricted by the thin wire. I could see it was crying and that its eyes were bright red. I ended up cutting the net off of it and it rushed past me so fast I nearly forgot which way was up. Then I got out of the water. As you do, I suppose.

I have absolutely no idea why I did any of this if I’m being honest; the entire thing felt like some sort of fever dream or trance, like I had no control over my own body. Maybe it was some sort of human instinct, maybe it was some sort of magic, or maybe it wasn’t either and I’m just an idiot. Either way, I ran into some sort of mermaid today and I feel higher than a kite. No one would ever believe me, and honestly? I don’t believe myself either.

I’m tired, this entire entry was rushed, and I need to go lay down and think on this; I hope the little guy is alright though, he seemed really stressed out…

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Sorry this is so bad guys 😞 I’m having a sort of writers block right now, so I might rewrite this later, but I do quite like the drawing!

As you can tell, little Orion has gotten a oceanic makeover! I think he’s adorable, to be honest. You’ll be seeing more of him this month, as well as more of his little human friend- I hope you’re all having a good mermay!! See you soon!

[mirageofadesert]

Roar Of The Water Dragon (Shui Long Yin)

Today, Luo Yunxi's next big drama was officially announced with him in the lead role. And just because I had so much fun staring at the poster the last time, I'm going to do it again.

We have some of the same elements as in the last poster: The water, as well as a fox dragon with antlers in the foreground. The man riding the dragon already resembles Luo Yunxi. This is Tang Lici, the main character of this story. This time, the hair isn't completely white yet, rather an ombre of white tips and black roots. I really hope this means he will use his natural hairline instead of a wig for parts of the show.

Let's look at the details. His eyes are closed and he is reaching out. Just like in the first poster, he looks calm, while everything around him is in movement. There are red, gold and green ribbons surrounding him and some golden glow around his left hand. Next to his shoulder there are loose red feathers and further on top small white-golden birds following the fox dragon. They remind me of swallow, but with fantasy elements. Some of the green-blue ribbons turn into waves further up the painting.

Next to the dragon are what looks like a couple of significant locations. On the bottom is a ship in a stormy sea. The figurehead resembles the dragon. Next to the ship are fish flying above the wave, which resemble the birds. This might mean a close connection between sea and sky in the symbolism of the show. Just like the flying water dragon.

There are five other locations between the mountains under the moonlight. The one on the left looks like a bridge, the one on the right like a high tower. The one in the middle, I do recognize.

It's the Hengyang sect complex, Otter Studio build for TTEOTM and which has since then been used in many other productions, such as My Journey to You and Mysterious Lotusbook Case.

On top of the poster is a golden glowing lotus blossom. Inside of it sits a man in what looks like meditation position. It's hard to see clear, but it looks Tang Lici, only this time dressed very differently. I'm not sure if I have seen anything similar in cdramas before, especially his hair and crown. It looks almost South Asian to me. It would be funny if it's actually Thai, after Leo became cultural friendship ambassador for China-Thailand. Then again, most of his recent activities ended up somehow connected to this drama, and its production and broadcasters.

The warm, golden light and the position makes me think of enlightenment and even godhood. I will quote a post I found on Twitter. But be aware, that his could be considered a spoiler:

Going from this, Tang Lici might have a long journey ahead of him, that will turn him from a troublemaker into a saint, by overcoming his own worldly obsessions. Sounds familiar?

Anyway, I'm super excited about the show! Booting ceremony is rumored to be in early December. By then, we might get more info on the rest of the cast. Maybe my wish comes true, and there really won't be a romantic focused story!

[andradrawsstuff]

Third chapter of my fic ✨

Uhhhhh, this is a bit of a long one lmao but I promise the story picks up the pace a little here

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 3: Fate is a funny thing, isn’t it?

The engine of the toy car buzzed as they sped down Jefferson Street, turning heads and almost causing a few car crashes along the way. The smell of salty sea air grew stronger the closer they drove to the shoreline. This smell was bliss to the birds. They do love fish, after all. The sky was a beautiful azure blue and the breeze was lovely in the scorching heat. Seagulls squawked and shouted profanities in the distance, circling tourists in hopes of snatching some food, and cars started to gather round the pier. They were here. They stood before pier 39 and the Aquarium of the Bay, admiring the grand infrastructure. Parking their car in the parking lot, they took up an entire slot for their miniature vehicle, which no doubt would have infuriated someone. But alas, they marched on.

“So, what exactly are we looking for, Kowalski?” Asked Private

He replied joyfully. “Uh… honestly, I’m not entirely sure!”

“You’re kidding?” Skipper chipped in.

Rico mumbled some sort of iteration of “Dear me…”

Ironically, Kowalski had spent so much time trying to find this thing, only to have no idea what it actually looks like. All he had to go off of was a tracker and some information Phil and Mason translated from the dark web in some library in Toledo. Very reliable. Either way, they made their way through the dark blue aquarium, dodging humans and trying to camouflage. They passed the bustling touchpools and entered the gallery, spotting a seemingly vacant habitat they could lay low in. Kowalski set up his tracker and attempted to figure out what it was showing.

“Are you sure that thing works properly?” Private commented.

Kowalski was offended. “Wh- of course it does! Why wouldn’t it?”

Private raised a brow. Kowalski got the message. As the two debated the efficiency of Kowalski’s inventions, Skipper noticed Rico who seemed on edge. He stepped closer, only to feel a growing presence lurking in the shadows. They exchanged a glance. Rico choked up a wooden bat and Skipper assumed a combat position. Soft, slow steps grew closer and closer, as the boys braced themselves for an ambush – the other two completely unaware and still continuing their discussion, until the shadow suddenly revealed itself.

“Hi!”

Skipper pounced onto the lurker, throwing question after question at them with such speed that they could be considered brute force.

“Hya! Yelled Skipper. “Who are you? What do you want? Who do you work for? Dave? Classified? The government of Denmark?” He aggressively interrogated and shook the lurker. “ANSWER ME, MAN!”

“WHAT? NO! WHO ARE YOU? LET ME GO, YOU ASSHAT!” Replied the figure.

The others stood in shock as they watched the events unfold in front of them. They froze, Private signalling for him to turn around. Skipper looked at the boys in confusion, still gripping the poor creature. He slowly turned to the victim in front of him, quietly scanning them. They had a long, sleek build and dark chestnut fur with an almond neck and marking on the right foot. He studied their face, attempting to profile the exact species. Front-facing eyes, round snout, pink nose and a little fang protruding from the mouth - but only one. Lutra lutra. In the grips of Skipper was a mere… Eurasian river otter. A TERRIFIED one, at that. It was Dublin all over again.

“Oh…” He painfully murmured. Skipper let go and looked back and forth at the boys, then the otter. He seemed to be re-evaluating his life choices in a flash.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, I LIVE HERE!” She yelled.

Skipper mustered up the courage to reply. “So… you’re not here to take the thingy?”

The otter was as confused as ever. “What thingy? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She panicked.

Skipper realised his mistake – he just attacked an innocent civilian.

“Shit.”

Kowalski explained that they were looking for a special “element”, keeping most details to a minimum. He showed the otter his tracker and explained what they were looking for was somewhere in this aquarium, hoping to clear up the misunderstanding. She looked confused, but offered some advice.

“Okay, I have no idea who you guys are,” She stated. “But in hopes of you leaving me alone, I will say that down the hall, there is a dolphin.” They listened intently. “A mad scientist dolphin, if you will. Your thing seems pretty sciency, so go ask that guy instead.”

“Much obliged.” Skipper awkwardly saluted.

Private apologised for his brother’s behaviour. “Sorry about Skippa,” He uttered. “He can get a little… paranoid.”

The otter rolled her eyes as they left one by one, only to chip in with a word of advice. “Oh, hey, wait up!” They paused and turned to her. “If you guys see another otter there, just be careful. He gets a little… snackish.” She urged. Ha, that won’t be a problem for the boys, though. They’re the elitest of the elite. They confidently marched on to continue their quest.

As they closed in on the entrance to the dolphin habitat, an eerie emptiness filled the atmosphere. No fish, no animals, just a tank full of dull plastic coral with paint chipping off and a hilariously fake volcano. Whoever lived here must be miserable. Despite the huge size of the tank, no one could have a good quality of life in here. It was too depressing. The silence seemed to echo on forever too. Was that otter sure someone actually lived here? Even a mad scientist needs some sort of liveable space in their life, and this was not it. Either way, this had to be it. Kowalski’s tracker was the only thing to break the silence, pinging louder than ever before. The core was here… but finding it would be a challenge.

Skipper took a plunge into the water. Kowalski gave his tracker to Rico who swallowed it for safekeeping, and the rest of the penguins followed their leader. They swam around scanning for something. Nothing. This place was as empty as the Atacama desert. They almost gave up hope until they saw something hidden behind the fake volcano. It looked like… a cave entrance? It was odd, but they closed in on it. They paused and exchanged glances. They pressed on, only to surface inside the fake volcano. After glancing around, they saw that it was so much more alive than outside. Screens built across the walls, different contraptions thrown around, test tubes with multicolour liquids decorating the entire space, and lobsters everywhere. Is this where everyone went? Either way, this was obviously some sort of secret lair.

Rico started mumbling incoherently, pointing towards his belly which was vibrating vigorously.

“The tracker!” Kowalski remembered. “We must be really close!”

The sound of tires echoed around the room, as a squeaky voice called out. “Otto! Get down here, look what I’ve found!”

The penguins quickly dipped behind a rock to conceal themselves. The sound of tires grew louder and a huge menacing shadow blocked the only light source. This must have been him. That mad scientist. The penguins quietly observed the aquatic mammal as he seemed to be riding some sort of segway. It looked a little ridiculous, to say the least. Whilst the others were peering at the segway, Kowalski spotted something he was holding.

“That’s it!” Kowalski shouted quietly. “That’s the core!”

Skipper wasn’t fully convinced. “Are you sure? It just looks like a metal ball…”

“Yes!!” He exclaimed. “It’s what’s inside that’s important. I’d recognise a radioactive container anywhere, and let me tell you… that is it.”

Private chipped in. “Okay, but how do we get it?” He was asking the real questions. “It’s not like we can just waltz in and take it!”

A wide grin stretched across Skipper’s face. “Maybe we can…”

Uh oh. The others could feel another one of those elaborate Skipper schemes coming along. There was a difference between their leader’s plans, though. There were the meticulous and elaborate schemes, and then there were the loud and impulsive schemes. The three grew concerned, as Skipper’s grin only widened as he scanned his surroundings. This plan, seemed to be the latter. But little did they know that this split-second decision would determine their future for many years to come.

“Rico,” Skipper ordered. “We’re gonna need some grappling hooks.”

Rico wasn’t as concerned as the other two. He thrived off impulsivity and chaos. If one person was up for the task without a fuss, it was Rico. He barfed out some sticks of dynamite in sheer excitement and asked the legendary question.

“K-kaboom?” His mouth watered as he turned to skipper, practically twitching.

“Yes, Rico. Kaboom.”

Kowalski and Private exchanged a concerned glance.

“Take a stick of dynamite or two.” Skipper commanded as he handed out the explosives to his team. “We’ll split up, one in each corner of the room, and set them off one by one.” He continued. “Kowalski, you take the top right. Rico, bottom right. Private, bottom left. And I… top left.”

Private questioned Skipper’s plan. “Skippa, what exactly are we trying to do? I don’t see how this has anything to do with taking the core-thingy…”

Kowalski chipped in. “A distraction.” It finally clicked.

“Bingo.” Uttered Skipper

Rico was practically vibrating at this point. He couldn’t wait much longer. “K-kaboom… ka…BOOM! HAHAHA, KABOOM!!”

Skipper ordered them to split up before things went awry. They slid over to their respective corners, and planted their explosives, waiting for Skipper’s signal. Kowalski studied his surroundings, unable to help the slight feelings of jealousy taking over. This place was decked with cool gadgets and fancy tools. Everything looked so professional. “Why do the bad guys always get the good stuff?” he thought. He had to stop and remind himself of his task at hand – creating a distraction.

Skipper placed the last stick of dynamite and scanned the colourful room. He pointed to Rico, who was eagerly awaiting his signal. It was kaboom time. Rico coughed up a lighter and lit the explosives, quickly grappling away. It was showtime. The dolphin was driving around his lair, holding what the boys presumed to be the core. He paused for a moment, admiring himself in the shiny silver reflection of the metal orb. He grinned. He then pressed a purple button on his segway, when out of nowhere – KABOOM!

“WHAT THE-“ He steadied himself, processing what just happened. “Charlie!” he shouted for his lobster henchman. “What the hell was that?”

The lobster was unable to speak before another BANG could be heard, only now in the top right of the room. The dolphin sent more lobsters to investigate both sites of explosion. But before they could reach, a third KABOOM shook them. This was strange, he thought. How could all of his inventions suddenly set off and explode in one go? He was sure they were all wired correctly and that no water had come into contact with them. And finally, the last KABOOM echoed from the top left. The commotion seemed to catch the attention of another resident of the secret lair, one that the boys were warned about – a large, caramel-brown North American river otter with a sandy neck, sleek build and pointy black nose. He was just as confused as the dolphin.

“What… is going on here?” He asked urgently with a husky, gravelly voice and arms flailing up and down. “What did you do?”

“What do you mean, ‘what did I do?’ Do you really think that I would BLOW UP MY OWN PLACE, OTTO?” The mad scientist yelled back.

Admittedly, this did seem a bit extra. Perhaps two explosions would have been enough to create the same desired effect, but alas, these were the penguins after all. “Extra” was their middle name. They witnessed the argument taking place between the two aquatic mammals, all whilst the core was still in the dolphin’s flippers. Skipper saw the window of opportunity, and went straight for it. His grappling hook shot towards a crevice in the ceiling, latching on securely. He tugged it to ensure it was safe, and he swung towards the clueless dolphin. A ‘clunk’ was heard as his flipper smacked the hollow metal container, sweeping it from the dolphin’s grasp like the wind.

“Yoink!” He shouted cheekily.

“WHAT THE-“ Exclaimed the dolphin in sheer bewilderment.

“Thank you for your service!” Skipper winked, with swagger in his stance.

The dolphin was at a loss for words, struggling to form a sentence that was urgent enough. “Wh- but my… oh, for the love of- GET THEM!!” He pointed.

Skipper swung over to Private, passing the orb over to him. Still swinging, he shouted to his brother. “Rico, Boston us!”

“Wahoo!!” He squealed. He choked up some sort of MP3 player and fiddled with it for a few seconds.

The room was utter chaos. Penguins swinging all over the place, lobsters running around aimlessly, and the dolphin and the otter frozen in complete disbelief. Nothing could get worse, they thought. Until…

“It’s more than a feeling!”

Now, nothing could get worse. The lobsters resorted to stacking themselves in order to reach those pesky birds, which pushed them to swing around even more aimlessly, destroying an array of things in the process. As the lobsters reached to reclaim the core, the penguins passed it to each other like it was a game of hot potato. The scene turned from chaos to pandemonium. What little remnants of order that were there had been completely eradicated. Rico coughed up more dynamite to throw around, and Private created piles of knocked-out lobsters. Skipper swung around carefree with a flipper reaching out, smashing every last test tube. All while Kowalski tip-toed his way out with the orb, as instructed by Skipper when they claimed it. This was the real distraction. By the time he reached the exit, the whole lair was in complete disarray, not a single ounce of peace in sight. He waved to the rest of the team, who swiftly made their way over. The dolphin spotted the small thief and grew enraged.

“No one steals from me, especially not some two-bit, teeny-weeny birds like you!!” He roared.

“Hehe! Sorry to burst your bubble, Mr Ocean Man, but…” Skipper replied arrogantly.

It was too late. They already reached the exit, loosening some rubble to block the exit. All he could do was watch as they swam away with his precious orb containing his all-powerful elemental core. All the dolphin could feel was fury. No… fury and a thirst for vengeance.

“Urgh! My name is Doctor Blowhole… and you will RUE this day, I swear to you, pengu-ins!!”

The four rushed to the surface, jumping out and hopping their way through the aquarium towards the exit. They reached the parking lot and sprung into their car which was still taking up an entire parking space. They placed the orb in the middle back seat like it was a living being. Of course, they had to stop for a mandatory hi-one session.

“Good work, boys.” Praised Skipper. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

“And never return?” Hoped Private.

“Agreed.” Added the other three.

[dirtbra1n]

AA4 SPOILERS/////

that quote you called krisnix is soooo fascinating to me bc, they really had dinner together most days, like that’s a level of commitment we didn’t even see from most of the ppl who phoenix considered important and that whole time on kristoph’s end it was to keep an eye on Phoenix and on phoenix’s end it curiosity bc kristoph voted against him losing his badge and also it was to find out the reason why he lost his badge and kristoph was just this name that kept popping up, and for Phoenix and kristoph it was so many red flags bc kristoph knew phoenix wasn’t the type to let something rest and Phoenix knew there was more to kristoph then at first glance but somewhere along the way it become genuine, but at the same time kristoph still kills shadi after a single convo with phoenix and phoenix still pressed record before even asking kristoph to be his lawyer, it’s Phoenix recording every single one of those convos with kristoph but still (probably) having him meet truck, but it’s kristoph keeping himself at arms length from Phoenix but Phoenix taking it bc he’s never been the type to give up on a person, whether it’s to their doom or his and for better or worse he wouldn’t want anyone else to really see him the way he currently is besides kristoph, now what the hell could that possibly mean?

(that quote I called krisnix)

anon you will never know the extent of the joy I felt seeing this initially and the extent of it I still feel now. but I’d like you to. Thank You For Biting. and for waiting a little over a month Sorry about that. I'm gonna ask you to forgive me if this doesn't make any sense or hold up to scrutiny. the demons have got hold of me and I'm making do

because I get to talk more about krisnix. Ha ha. pulled out all my silly little suppositions to review again I think I was waiting for an opportunity like this. like my hubris is getting me. I recklessly called that quote krisnix and now a little over a month later I'm completely sick about it.

I'm going to reiterate that I'm very sorry if this reads like shit, and I'll apologize just this once that this post got as long as it did. go fish

you ever think about how kristoph's a dog guy. guy who has a dog, guy who brought a photo of his dog into solitary confinement with him. also a caged blue bird which alive or not happened to contribute significantly to the krisnix breakdown of dec. 2023 There are really some very bright minds in krisnix pit. me and you included anon. that's a tangent. I'm sick. I'm drafting this in a terribly disorganized fashion. I'm reading transcripts. I'm getting dizzy.

this fucking room haunts me

vongole, though

a man's best friend, who's known to bite if handled roughly. her name means clams.

I've been doing some web surfing. I can't move in one straight line to save my life so I've been doing some web surfing. kristoph doesn't say what kind of retriever vongole is, which is fine. retrievers are dogs bred to retrieve game, tasked not to break skin, to be gentle, to keep soft mouths. vongole is a retriever who bites (literal) when bitten (metaphorical); a clam that clasps shut.

kristoph's a dog guy and sometimes he's the metaphorical dog. not One straight line to save my life. it's funny that seven years have passed without phoenix meeting vongole. held at arms length but indisputably held. a man's closest friend. besides his dog.

a lot of the time phoenix is the metaphorical dog. putting all tangents aside A lot of the time. phoenix is that metaphorical dog. what is seven years of companionship, eating dinner after dinner together, and being seen at your worst... worth? indulge me: this guy, you pieced together pretty quick, was behind the forged evidence that lost you your badge. this guy, as you saw happen in real time, was the one person on that committee to vote against that "strictest punishment".

this guy, as an indisputable fact, is a big fucking weirdo. you'll need to snare him eventually, for the forged evidence, but--you're kind of in the habit of liking weirdos. is the thing. he sunk your career, he lost you your badge. he's kind of an asshole, also.

he has bought you and trucy dinner more times than you could ever hope to count. there's a curve in your sofa from all the times he's sat in the same spot, wrinkling his nose at greasy takeout boxes and your grape juice breath. he talks to trucy in a voice slightly less haughty--warm, if a gun was held to your head about it--than the one he plays up with you, and she completely eats it up; thinks he's real fun to tease. his eyebrows wrinkle, an almost nothing frown, when she puts on a show with a trick that he can't immediately come to some conclusion about. he'll put on obnoxious rubber gloves to wash your dishes, to protect his manicured nails, as he goes down a dozen rabbit holes trying to reason out what he's missing. you've seen him doing casework. he's seen you delirious and half out of your mind. his mouth, in your experience, is soft.

you're kind of in the habit of liking assholes, too.

neither of these guys can be vulnerable for shit. over the course of seven years, they've seen each other as close to vulnerable as they can get, which isn't very, because this span of time especially--phoenix stubbornly keeping a little girl's head above the water, kristoph, for reasons we will never, ever understand, constantly looking over his shoulder--really doesn't see either of them in a place to get through any skin-flaying conversations about what they want with or from one another.

kristoph really does want control, though. he wants to be in control of things, have a handle on things. and he probably figured out something like immediately that phoenix wright really isn't the sort of guy you go to for that kind of thing. and yet! sunk cost fallacy's a bitch, kristoph! what good does a beautiful bluebird do you if you don't keep it with you on display heavy-handed. I know. don't I know it.

gonna rein myself in a little. because I'm off the deep end and you're posing really interesting ideas. kristoph couldn't rest for seven years because "shadi smith" was unaccounted for, out there somewhere. kristoph couldn't rest for seven years because he was scared for his life. "shadi smith" played a game of poker against the best and got whacked. and then murdered! tough luck!

really it's my curse. that so much of krisnix is personalized person to person, because of real aa5 shaped smoke and mirrors. because it gives me the space, the soapbox, the platform, microphone, and spotlight, to ask, In that trial, of the murder of Shadi Smith, where Kristoph Gavin was supposed to defend Phoenix Wright, what verdict was he looking to see through?

because I'm sick, you see. kristoph had just, finally, gotten rid of the man he spent so long being scared of, just clawed his way to the path out of the woods, and all he had to do was--

Have you ever stood at a crossroad. the decision laid out in front of you's not actually that tough, if you can believe it. even space for you to completely rationalize any attachments away: you get phoenix wright off (haha), you keep your reputation as the best defense in the west (opinions on the name notwithstanding), and you could, as a possibility to consider on occasion, maybe even learn how to have a slightly more-vulnerable-than-usual conversation.

or you could lose.

pretty simple choice to make, right?

and then phoenix goes and fucks it up, of course. dogs get restless with nothing to do. they want to be of use to you, kristoph, did you ever think to fucking ask phoenix for help? you come when called, you let yourself be persuaded, generously, to help keep food on the table. to keep a warm body company, one way or the other. to be some fucked up psychosexual approximation of a friend. but phoenix comes running when called, too, and you haven't once given him the chance.

big fucking stink you're in, kristoph! You didn't just brain a guy with a juice bottle for no reason. Tell me why you did it.

the big question you won't answer. five black psyche locks pulsing with a despair you don't have the tools to register. you said it already: I killed a man named "Smith" with a bottle because I am an evil human being.

what does phoenix hope to get out of this. motive for a murder, then what?

you really get me anon. phoenix never the kind of guy to give up on somebody he loves, up against someone who's finished with even arms length, stubborn as all get-out, and, even to himself, completely unsalvageable. irredeemable. an evil human being who killed a man named "smith" with a bottle.

it's not that phoenix would help kristoph hide a body. he pretty evidently did not do that. and it's not that phoenix would just forgive kristoph for trying to poison a twelve year old girl either. but there were seven full years between the disappearance of zak gramarye and the murder of "shadi smith", and vera misham hadn't been poisoned yet, and phoenix wright is an awfully loyal, terribly stubborn man himself.

I don't really know what the hell the lot of this means to tell you the truth. but I think now as much as ever that phoenix should chase kristoph's chance at life to the death, and I think that regardless of the stopping point on the line of time kristoph's last words to phoenix should be ...Later, then.

[strangewiggles]

pathologic furry designs because im a nerd

(aglaya, rubin, and lara, *ft artemy)

i usually dont post uncolored drawings/doodles but i plan on making a few of these

HUGE thanks to my buddies for help/input on these..both are huge brained and awesome at art follow them now

heres the thought process (spoiler free, mostly based on patho 2)

me and my buddies were in a call for all of these and we had a very intellectual conversation about all of them. when looking for furry designs i usually think of personality, mannerisms, and likeness.

Aglaya, Shoebill

both of the friends i asked havent played the game past day 5 (one of them is on day 2) so i asked “what animal would she be” with just a picture of her model. i was interested to see what 2 people who’ve only seen her once (in the intro) would think of her purely on vibes and brief dialogue. the first suggestion was “some kinda bird” and that seemed to stick.

a bit tall, a bit intimidating. so we threw out Herons, Ostriches, Peacocks…

Shoebill seemed to fit. I wanted a bird that was either grey or black, some kinda desaturated color but also one that was tall and a bit scary. Shoebills are definitely considered pretty scary. theyre also super tall and i remember saying in the call "these things are huge if i saw them flying i would cry." when it comes to shoebills, i imagine them towering over most other animals, especially with that neck and beak! they're also ambush predators i believe. shoebills fit Aglaya's first impressions perfectly.

i almost made her a Dalmatian... im glad i didnt...

Rubin, Skinny Pig

I wasn't even going to initially draw Rubin here... it started by me asking "who'd be a naked mole rat?" and the immediate answer was "Rubin..." which made me remember that he was bald LMAO. I figured that fit a little, and the original drawing was him as a naked mole rat. a few things werent quite right though.

first, digging. i cant imagine Rubin as an animal who's entire thing is digging around and being dirty, he's a doctor and, other than blood, i can't imagine he'd wanna be dirty...

second, social groups. as far as i know, naked mole rats are very social within their own circles? just from the early game (as early as the first 3 days?) he's pretty antisocial and seems to have a distaste for the Kin, even if influenced by grief(the emotion not the person). he even seems reluctant to be close to close friends.

and, of course, moles have to be saved for someone else... we'll get there. WINK

..i dont remember how Skinny Pigs came up, i think i was just googling them and thought they were funny since i have a friend who owns some.. i did a bit of googlin and asking my buddy in the call about skinny pig mannerisms.. theyre pretty...territorial? at least males to other males, theyre pretty aggressive as far as i know. this definitely fit Rubin. the OTHER reason for any kind of guinea pig was considered was because of the concept of "test guinea pigs" and not in a literal sense, but just the concept, because of Rubin's connection to Isidor. i will say i felt like the smartest person on earth when i thought of that.

also the cute ears absolutely influenced the decision.

Lara, Generic Ass Wolf

Lara was genuinely so difficult... unlike the other two, there were literally no suggestions being thrown out. my description was something like "maybe something small, cute, short tempered, but social?" and, for some reason, that was a tall order. my first guess was a mouse, but that wasnt perfect... we thought we'd have to turn to bugs and fish, though a lot of bugs and fish are hard to find personalities for.. at a surface level at least. we decided to save bugs and fish for other people...

and then, the suggestion of "wolf" came up, albeit reluctantly. when it comes to furry-fying characters, wolves and dogs are definitely...up there, in terms of "most used/obvious".. but really, think about it.

Believe it or not, wolves can be a little anxious, if not in a way that presents itself as anger/defense. this is also how i described Lara, "anxious in a way that presents as anger." also, wolves, while sometimes being a little solitary, are commonly in packs. which is...Lara's, like, Whole Thing. a house for the living etc etc..

I don't think i need to explain wolves too much either way. theyre The Furry Animal. whatever you know about wolves is probably true for Lara. it seems low-effort but trust me this decision took forever LMAO

and i mean...look at her. she looks like a wolf

*Artemy here is a bull because... yeah. that's the most obvious one. as #1 artemy fan i couldn't in good conscious make him anything other than a bull even if it's low effort idgaf... ill look at types of bulls for him later.

hope you liked my rambles..

[proton-wobbler]

Round 1, Poll 13

Whiskered Treeswift vs Blakiston's Fish Owl

sources under cut

Whiskered Treeswift Propaganda:

"I love its little whiskers, they look funny, yet amazing. :)"

The smallest species of its genus, Hemiprocne, this treeswift is found in Brunei, Indonesia, Malaysia, Myanmar, the Philippines, Singapore, and Thailand. It has been designated as Least Concern by IUCN, due to this range and common status.

A sedentary species, both due to being non-migratory, and to the fact that they seem to occupy their breeding territory all year round. Both parents aid in making the nest, using hardened saliva incorporated with feathers.

Blakiston's Fish Owl Propaganda:

"He’s fluffy and he FISHES by WADING but he’s an OWL"

Classified as Endangered by IUCN, this is due to a double-whammy of habitat loss and low breeding success. The habitat this species prefers are riperian (riverside), old-growth forests. They need access to rivers which remain unfrozen in winter, and nest in large, hollowed out trees. These owls naturally have a low survivorship rate, only succeeding around 25% of the time in fledging a full grown chick. They also do not nest every year, and sometimes only have a single egg per attempt.

Blakiston's fish owl is revered by the Ainu peoples of Hokkaido, Japan, as a Kamuy (divine being) called Kotan koru Kamuy (God that Protects the Village). In Russia, they used to be considered a source of food by the Evens people of northern Siberia, and were hunted by the Udege peoples of Primorye due to their high fat content. This practice has fallen out of favor, however.

Image Sources: Treeswift (Frédéric PELSY); Owl (Ian Davies)

[ms-foobles]

I just learned that Pope Innocent II had to call a meeting to decide whether or not Geese were fish or birds because people were convinced that they were not technically meat and thus eating them during lent. The idea was that geese were born out of the barnacles on rotten driftwood and/or trees. And so, being born of a shellfish which is not inseminated by a bird, large numbers of people considered them to be fish and therefore fine to eat during lent.

The species of Barnacle Goose (a bird) and Goose Barnacle (a barnacle) still have these names which originate from this belief. Also, at the time, people in europe didn't understand that bird migration was a thing so when they saw these barnacles whose colorations and textures vaguely resembled Geese skin and plumage, it makes sense why they might have come to the conclusion that they did (also considering the widespread acceptance of spontaneous generation theory).

Like this is so funny in retrospect but I still really respect the theories people came up with to explain the world when they had such limited knowledge. Also, it's important to note that this theory was somewhat controversial even in the time.

[mamamittens]

Crunch time, now 1/3 of the way through the event! Hopefully I'll keep up this rad progress tomorrow!

Onto the "totally not putting off going to sleep" OC talk!

So, I'm a bit fuzzy at the moment, so this will likely be pretty rambly.

The two islands Nikia essentially grows up on are symbiotic in nature from the wildlife that migrates between them (birds and fish) as well as the people. They're also low-key tourist destinations with stunning vistas of both beach and winter wonderland variety. More as Nikia is an adult compared to when she was a child. It is, also, a bit of a hot spot for kidnapping. Plenty of places to go missing, drunk tourists, and 'exotic' locals to nab.

The height of this problem was when Nikia was young, leading to the kidnapping of her mother before she was returned and the islands were taken under the pirates protection. They're the reason the islands are so... Organized. And low-key murdery as hell about slavers returning. If a tourist feels they're being watched, it's because they are. Very closely. What was once a weak spot slavers took advantage of is now many convenient places to get rid of people in. Funny how that works.

Due to the touristy nature, it's not uncommon for someone unattached to suddenly 'fall pregnant'. Which is how both Nikia and her older brother occured. It's not discouraged but not explicitly encouraged either. Gotta freshen up that gene pool somehow, after all. And several of the festivals explicitly have sections where locals can... Proposition tourists for a good time. Such as the Snowmelt festival where women can offer potential partners berries as an invitation for 'fruitful' fun.

There isn't an emphasis on family lines, though a few do focus on more selective parameters for their partners. Nikia's family is known for their wider wingspans relative to others and fairly monotone plumage. Her mother's more gray with blue and brother nearly black. They also tend to have stray feathers across their shoulders and back, something more common with long-term families on the Winter Island. Nikia is no exception to this. The stray feathers are viewed a bit like being excessively hairy. Some are really into that but most can view it as unsanitary or gross.

I sort of considered Nikia having feathers in her hair (like, growing out) but decided it would be too much of a pain to draw consistently.

Jumping topics, rangers are a lot like park rangers. Usually meant to look after trails, tourists, and investigating any untoward activity along the way. But being a ranger on Summer Isle is quite different from being a ranger on Winter Isle. For starters, winter rangers are expected to be alone a lot more often. So part of the requirement list is hobbies as well as semi frequent check ins to make sure no one is going insane.

In her spare time (of which there is a surprising amount), she plays an instrument (whatever strikes her fancy), reads, cooks, hunts, or writes. She handles it better than most her age and position given her youth as a chronic shut in.

[ralofofriverwoods]

1, 3, 9, and 12 for the weird oc questions ask games for any of your lads?

Apparently this did not post so. Im so very sorry I did not ignore ur ask on purpose :(

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Doing some for different characters this time!!! I love my dragonborn trinity but my other guys need some love too <3

Also this took. So much longer than i thought it would I am so sorry haha I promise I was not intending to take so long😭

1. what’s the lie your character says most often

"it's whatever. Don't look into it." Wrong. Look into it so much. Technically not a lie, but it's the opposite of what ithvozal would actually want to happen, so it could be called a lie if u look at it at a 37 degree angle. The best way to describe it would be kind of a tsundere thing?? They just aren't used to being nice to people on purpose, so when they are they get a little cagey and annoyed about it.

As for real lies, they avoid them as much as possible. Things always get confusing when all the info doesn't line up, which is something they hate more than anything

Alriac doesn’t make a habit of lying, but out of everything he’s prolly lied most about his ability to just kinda. Turn into a merman on command. And everything related to that. He also lies quite a lot about where he goes to anyone that asks. He’s never said the same place twice.

3. how often do they show emotion to others versus just the audience knowing?

Ithvozal didn't grow up around a lot of new ish people, like travelers and whatnot, and most of the people they grew up with didn't have the expectation of performing emotions to the degree that most people would consider normal. Because of this they appear to be very stoic to the usual traveler or surface dweller. If you know them well it's very obvious that they emote quite a lot, if not as strongly. They're the type of character that gets accused of being emotionless and cold by the fandom

Oh alriac absolutely wears his heart on his sleeve. He's never concealed anything a day in his life and everyone he's ever known knows that. He cried because he accidentally startled a really cute fish. He cried because he thought birds didn't live any longer than a week. He's been absolutely ecstatic over a bee landing on his arm. He is so full of joy and whimsy that it's physically impossible to keep it all in.

9. do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

Oh ithvozal gives only the toughest of love! When demonstrating it via things like gifts and actions it's very obvious that they're extremely thoughtful about what they're doing, but when it comes to more direct things like physical affection or thankfulness it's a lot harder to tell that it's love and not just how you'd affectionately bully a friend. They mostly use weaker punches when doing physical affection, but their version of a weak punch is the same as most people trying to actually fight. Hence a lot of the meaning kind of gets misconstrued with those. They prefer indirect things like actions and gifts, but they're not opposed to other types of love from the right people. They're used to tough love, but gentle love is also very appreciated.

Alriac doesn't necessarily have gentle love, per se, but it's not tough love. It's more extremely intense than anything else. Like when a cat loves you so much they're very strongly kneading against your leg, and like yeah those claws are digging into your skin like hell but theyre just so cute and sweet and they mean so well, so can you really blame em?? He needs to get told to calm down sometimes, but he doesn't mind. As long as he can still demonstrate his love he's happy. He likes it when people match his energy, no matter what type of love it is. Ithvozal is great friends with him for this reason! They get pretty close to matching it in his eyes.

12. what’s something that makes them laugh a little every time? Be specific!

Ithvozal doesn’t really surround themselves with things that would be considered funny/particularly joyful by most standards, but they always get a kick out of the dwarven automata being a little dumb. Between the spiders that are prone to falling off ledges and getting startled to the spheres that smack their heads on shelves, there’s plenty of things to laugh at with them. Alriac is also a rather large source of laughs for them :)

Alriac finds quite a few things laughable, but his favorite is when he messes with sailors as they panic over a ‘ghost’ on their ship(which is just him climbing up there and spooking people and messing with stuff lol). He collects jokes and stories to tell to Ithvozal as well, to try and get at least a smirk outta em! He’s gotta make up for lost time, since they didn’t become friends until about 100 years into their lives.

[prettycottonmouthlamia]

What's the Deal With Celtic Guardian Anyways?

If you're at all plugged into the mad visions of the Yugitubing sphere, you've probably heard a little bit about something called Celtic Guardian format. You might have even noticed, if you were curious, that the current price of Celtic Guard of Noble Arms on TCG player is currently about $0.25. A playset of them will get you about roughly 5% of a Big Mac in the pre-fascist plutocratic government that is today's America.

But what is, Celtic Guardian format? Well friends, I have been illuminated as to the inner works by strange fish which live in the local river, and I have a new, fun, exciting format for you to play with your friends.

For the unenlightened, this might just look like a pile of bulk Commons you'd fish out of the bin along with test sheets of future Magic the Gathering product. But that's because Celtic Guardian format works under mysterious, arcane rules. Let's go over some of the differences between Celtic Guardian format and normal, run of the mill Yugioh.

In Celtic Guardian format, both players share the same deck of 60 cards, and the same Graveyard. It would be 80 but I can't get YGOPRO to fit 80 cards into the Main Deck.

Cards on the field that are being activated can be removed from the field and will resolve without effect if they leave the field.

All Normal spells are considered Quick-Play spells and can be activated from the hand during either player's turn.

There are three ways to win a game of Celtic Guardian: reducing your opponent's LP to zero, milling the deck out, and a secret win condition.

With all that out of the way, let's discuss the central monster of the deck: Celtic Guardian.

Listen even by the standards of the set it came out in, Celtic Guardian was not taking any names. Imagine printing a card at Super Rare and it immediately getting outclassed by Skull Red Bird and Uraby. Uraby! A Dinosaur! But Celtic Guardian forms the backbone of this deck by being a Warrior monster with fairly decent stats. It only needs to get in six attacks in order to finish your opponent off, giving you plenty of time to eek out a win. But this isn't the only Celtic Guardian available.

Okay, okay, Listen, I promise you this is a Celtic Guardian monster. It's just a TCG translation issue. You know those early TCG translations and their Fusioh Richie. Anyways, this card might seem largely useless in the format, since everything has 1400 ATK. But rest assured this card's inclusion is vital and strategic.

This is the powerhouse around which Celtic Guardian format centers. He provides field presence and card draw all in one package, but most importantly, he's also stonewalled by Obnoxious Celtic Guardian. This makes preserving your Obnoxious Celtic Guardians important to prevent your opponent from drawing cards, protecting them from the scourge of other copies of Celtic Guardian.

But you're a smart cookie, and you've probably also spotted a fourth monster sitting in the list.

The snake. The Great Deceiver. The One Who Will Bring About the End. The mystical fish in the local river that I drank from that is definitely not downstream from waste runoffs from paper mills had no kind words to say about this creature.

In a game of Celtic Guardian, the ultimate goal is to never be caught with this card in your hand or on your field. If its in the Deck or in the Graveyard, nothing happens. It dark powers slumber. But this is why Mind Crush is in the deck.

The third wincon of Celtic Guardian format is revealing that your opponent has a copy of Feral Imp in their hand using Mind Crush, or by attacking into a face-down copy with your Celtic Guardian. It is at this point that the truth of the format reveals itself.

Celtic Guardian is a multi-player format.

The player who is revealed to be courting with the Imp will have to explain its inclusion in the deck to a group of friends to which it will be put to a vote. If the argument made is convincing, or really funny enough, the player will be allowed to continue playing. But if not, that player will automatically lose the game.

The wrinkle in this is that if you are revealed to be courting the Imp again, you will have to make a different argument for its inclusion. No argument can be made more than once, even if your opponent was the one to originally argue it. Finally, if you are revealed to have the Imp three distinct times, you lose the game.

Spells (This Post is long enough with just the images above Jesus Christ I'm so sorry)

While most of the cards here look fairly normal, or perhaps just weird, because they can all be played like Quick-Plays, there are some interesting and powerful interactions on display. You can use Peeking Goblin to set up two powerful cards for yourself, and then use Ledger of Ledgedemain to banish the cards for later. Back to Square One with any of the draw cards in the deck can basically function as a theft effect for any of your opponent's monsters. Goblin Circus can be used to force your opponent to take bad cards, or perhaps even more terrifyingly, to force your opponent to court the Imp. Warrior Elimination is a powerful Instant speed sweeper.

Traps

Most of the cards here are draw options, filtering, and mill. While the mill might look out of place, since there is a number of ways of manipulate the top deck, you can use a card such as Simultaneous Loss in order to prevent your opponent from accessing a card they wish to draw.

But perhaps the most powerful card in the trap line up is Phoenix Wing Wind Blast, which functions as the only card negation in the deck. Since cards have to remain on the field to resolve, if your opponent tries to Ledger of Ledgermain during your End Phase, you can use PWWB in order to put it back on the top of the deck, draw it, and then use it to take the three cards your opponent was going to take. This makes PWWB an incredibly powerful card to use, able to control the top of the deck and interacts well with the wide variety of draw power in the deck.

Conclusion:

April Fools!

So the idea for this format in its specific incarnation comes from an incredibly bizarre fan-made Magic format called Forgetful Fish, which I genuinely thought was an April's Fool joke until I saw the publication date. It centers around the similarly incredibly mediocre Dandan, a shared library and graveyard, and a strong focus on control and draw power that I tried to replicate here.

Unfortunately Yugioh sucks and doesn't have cards like Brainstorm or Memory Lapse. It should. Fight me.

This format is also based on a silly meme tweet from an MBT thread. You can watch the video here! This is why there's also a Feral Imp focus.

Honestly though I kind of coped myself into this format brewing it up and you can probably find 20 more interesting cards to play to add to the list. The sky is the limit in this format! But if I was getting together with friends I'd honestly probably jam this for a fun time.

Happy joking, and remember, never court the Imp.

[zorawitch]

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my words are red, free, lips, cool, and sweet

Red

“I will. I saw some red sky this morning.” Daeron takes his old sailors’ rhymes far more seriously than anyone else Alicent knows.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll be sure to look out for any ships on their way home tonight.”

Daeron gives her a funny little salute before walking off. He wants to join the Navy one day, even if most everyone on Dragonstone considers such a thing a betrayal. Alicent is more concerned about the harsh Navy regimen breaking her littlest child into bits.

Free

It’s September, which means the sea is cooling down, but it still feels warm to Alicent. Perhaps it’s the way the sea is an embrace, keeping her in its arms. She floats on her back, looking toward the sky and toward the light that is busy casting her gaze across the sea, and she is at peace. She feels free when she is in the water, and sometimes she thinks about diving down, joining the drowned. She doesn’t know if her lungs would burn the way they should, if the lack of air would break her the way it’s supposed to. Not when the waves hold her so gently when her face is above the water.

Her peace is in the sound, the waves crashing on the beach, and in shutting her eyes. It is her alone time, and it rejuvenates her. She dives below the surface, into the dark. She moves her legs and her arms like some sort of leaping frog, but it’s always been what suited her. It’s not quick, but she does not care about being quick now. The sea is calm tonight. Even the storm last night was short - that was easy to discern. There will be no wrecks tonight, unless Larys begins mooncussing.

Lips

Agnes’s lips flattened into a thin, tight line. “I don’t think I will. There is a bit of me in it, Gabriel, and I would not sacrifice that for a cause I don’t believe in.”

“You aren’t losing your vision, are you, Mrs. Nutter?” Doubtless Lord Gabriel thought he sounded kindly for his concern over the older woman, but as usual, he came off only as patronizing. “The man looks nothing like you.”

“No. He does not.” She put down her paintbrush and removed her glasses. “You misunderstand me. But if you are so certain that you must show off the young man’s visage…” She trailed off, distracted. In truth he was not very young, and neither was Lord Gabriel, but Agnes Nutter had considered herself eighty years of age since her tenth birthday, and therefore everyone was young to her. 

Cool

As Aponoia shuts the door behind her, Lucienne immediately sobers up. She hasn’t cried in front of someone in years. It’s not that she doesn’t want to - it’s that she can’t anymore. She’s just incapable of it. Something about being cool and collected all the time. “I’m sorry,” she says, sitting down on the bed. “It’s just been a really odd few days.”

Aponoia’s room, unlike Morpheus’s, is decorated with a clear aesthetic, and that aesthetic is miserable. Everything seems to be various shades of gray, except a series of paintings of birds lining the walls, which are permitted splashes of red every once in a while. There is a rat enclosure sitting atop her dresser with four visible rodents inside. Aponoia hands Lucienne a box of tissues. “My family has been known to have that effect on people. But let it all out.”

Lucienne shakes her head. Even when given permission, she cannot resume her tears.

Sweet

Eventually, dirt path gives way to cobblestone road, where there are a number of booths set up outside the storefronts of Dragonstone. Nearly every speck of paint is peeling, and the hinges of every door groan with rust, and the air is sharp with salt, as it is for miles, but it is all familiar. It has not changed once throughout Alicent’s lifetime, and that is incredibly comforting. The market by the wharf still has the exact same nauseating yet sweet scent of dead fish and low tide that it always has, and Velaryon wares are still given pride of place, and poor, dead Laena Targaryen (neé Velaryon)’s beloved skiff Little Vhagar is still in the water, even if it hasn’t been used in years.

The town is unchanging in everything but its views on Alicent, apparently. She has not truly been at home in Dragonstone since her mother died. She is the lighthouse keeper now. Her line is of guardians, perhaps sent by the gods, perhaps not - regardless, on an island dependent on boats who are, in turn, dependent on the whims of storms, she is something like a holy figure. She does not exaggerate. She recognizes a few faces in the market, how could she not, but all they see is her green cloak, a sign of her occupation, and so they trace a seven-pointed star on the backs of their left hands. It is a Dragonstone tradition - they performed it for her mother, and now they perform it for her, and one day they will perform it for Helaena.

Snippets 1, 2, and 5 are all taken from my as yet untitled WIP that started out as a lighthouse keeper and siren AU for House of the Dragon but basically just turned into a love letter to New England, where I grew up. Snippet 3 is from another untitled WIP, a Dorian Gray AU for the Ineffable Husbands ship. Snippet 4 is from an unreleased chapter of This Is Why I Don't Leave The House.

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Cool beetle facts pls I need

I have never been so excited to reply to something!!!!

Thank you for asking me to infodump about these awesome little creatures! :D

tw bugs and pictures of bugs and long post

First off, like what the hell is a beetle anyway? Aren't they just shiny bugs?

Well yeah... but what separates beetles is their hardened outer wings or elytra. The are distinctly divided down the middle, so all beetles have wings that do not overlap.

A well known beetle is the ladybug! Or ladybird, or coccinellid. Beetles go through a complete metamorphosis, where their larval stages are often very different from their adult forms. This means that they hatch into larvae and then pupate once where they change all at once. (from top left, clockwise, adults mating, larvae, adult laying eggs, pupa)

These eyltra are what gives beetles their distinct shapes and colors. Although they cannot fly with their elytra, they must warm up their wings before they can fly and thus raise their elytra outward.

Diving beetles can use their elytra to store air underwater!

Then there's the funny little click beetle... they throw themselves away from danger and make a loud click sound. They also do this casually when they've just fallen on their backs.

BUH-YUH-YOING(spring sound effect)

Most of the bright colors like blue, green, and shimmering reds and yellows are examples of one of my favorite topics... Structural Color!

They are not ACTUALLY shimmering beautiful colors, as they lack pigmentation, the structure of the scales that form their elytra are shaped in a way that causes us to see those beautiful iridescent shades. The material of their wings reflects certain wavelengths of light back to us, which is why they can seem to shift colors.

Notice how the colors of this beetle seem to change in the camera angle? SHINY PRETTY OOOHAHHHH

all weevils are beetles and usually massive crop pests. But they have this really fun shape to them! Beetles eat decaying plant and animal matter, waste, fungi, and other insects. They're like nature's little roombas!

Many species that are predacious are considered to be pest controllers of more damaging species like how ladybugs eat aphids!

Some wood boring beetles have such long lifespans that they can pop out of already made furniture!

Beetles adopt bright colors to warn off predators, and many can spray or emit acidic or toxic chemicals to help them. But unless you're a BIRD don't be alarmed! Even if they make sounds, beetles are not dangerous. They don't bite (rare exceptions), they don't spread disease, and they aren't parasitic to people. They may damage crops, but so does any species left unchecked.

Beetles come in an incredible array of shapes and colors and some are effective mimics of wasps and bees! They also act as pollinators for many flowering plants. Many adopt a mimic of a more fearsome insect to ward off predators.

I may be very partial to the bumblebee scarab beetle <3

The order of beetles is Coleoptera, meaning shield wing. The name beetle, means little biter, although most species are harmless to humans.

Beetles are the most successful order of animals all over earth. The number of beetle species counts for nearly 40% of all insect species, and 25% of all animal species. THAT'S A LOT. Consider, there are a lot of fish...

See this crazy scary guy! Those horns are used for mating battles between males, this is a hercules beetle. In the picture I've blown up his face and you can see that he really isn't that scary after all!

The hercules beetle is on record as the longest beetle found! at 18.1 cm

I hope you liked these beetle facts! I have plenty more where that came from and I'm also always interested in learning. I am learning about beetles because I wanted to get over my fear of bugs, and I hope I can show that insects are incredible creatures that bring beauty to the world!

<3 BEE