#wound update

[equinesandeducation]

Another wonderful Líf update! She’s back in the big herd, bandage free and living her best life 🥹

[sporeclan]

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Leaf-bare again and we're already off to a bad start :')

[iliothermia]

Anons are off because I'm done with people lying in my inbox, insulting me, and just piling on. I am one person who is trying to deal with hatred from multiple sides but those sending these messages see themselves as just one person throwing in their opinion because you can't see the other 15 messages I get insulting me for the same thing. I feel like I've been clear about my stance and why I function how I do in my small space online. If you find issue with how I function then please just unfollow me and leave me alone. I'll be offline for a while but I appreciate everyone who's sent me caring messages and things to consider a lot. I'm genuinely disappointed though, that this all comes from me saying I love my Jewish community and I hope they're doing okay- My first message directed at supporting other Jews I've made, after months of reaffirming my care for Palestine. Stay safe yall.

[hal9000fanboy]

born to be used (mspaint, 2024)

[1000sunnygo]

Probably the most powerful expression Oda drew on Law because how many times have we seen him so broken and desperate. That's a boy who lost everyone within a single night along with his faith in humanity - spilling out his heart in front of a total stranger just so he can somehow evade re-experiencing this pain:

And this time it struck him worse . Now there's guilt along with grief because he brought the grim reaper to Cora himself.

Vergo is now dead and Doflamingo in Impel Down - but this isn't something you heal from in lifetime.

Years after, same story. Oda struck the same wound again, took away his sword and hat while at it, then left him in salt water.

[kirby-manga-translated]

It’s Kirby Time - Book 9 English Translation + An Update on Blog Happenings

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! IT'S HEEEEERE!! A truly adorable story about Kirby and Meta Knight deciding to spend some alone time and the activities they like to do during that time. Featuring beautiful illustrations painstakingly cleaned up by myself, this one is a must-read for fans of the relationship between Kirby and Meta Knight. Read the full thing at the links below:

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MangaDex

Google Drive

...But wait, there's more! Because the illustrations are so pretty, here's a link to a folder containing just those illustrations with no text at all! https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/19z8WLah-ZGES2jnyZOILJKc9kE75Wvs9?usp=drive_link (I'm probably also gonna make a post featuring all these images on their own soon.)

Finally, I have an update regarding the blog. tl;dr, I'm definitely gonna keep doing translations, but the rate at which they are completed and uploaded is most likely going to change soon. I don't know by how much or even if it will be positive or negative. For a more detailed explanation, click the Keep Reading.

So, I got a job! *audience cheers* But the job does not involve translating Kirby manga. *audience "aww"s* Ordinarily I wouldn't get more specific than that since I try to avoid revealing too much about my personal life, but in this case the explanation won't make much sense unless I do, so: The job entails working on fishing boats. This means that there isn't really a set daily schedule or even a weekly schedule. When the boats are fishing, I'm working, and when they're not, I have next to nothing to do.

I've been told by many people that I should expect a lot of down time for that reason, so I'll definitely have time to work on translations. However, I can't predict exactly how much I get and I also most likely won't have an internet connection on the boat. All this is to say that I literally do not know how this is going to affect the rate of translations on this blog beyond just, "It's going to change." I could find that I have so much down time on the boat that translating is the only thing that keeps me sane and I actually get more done. I could find that the boat I'm on is a super-busy one and I get barely any time at all. And regardless of which one of those happens, I won't be able to actually upload anything until the boat gets back into port, which is entirely dependent on how long it takes for the boat to catch all the fish it needs.

The job doesn't start for a couple weeks yet, so I'm gonna try to fulfill a few more requested chapters before then. Once again: I'm definitely going to keep translating, I just don't know how often I'll actually be able to do it. So enjoy this translation, look forward to more coming in the future, and please wish me luck both in my work and in getting time to translate!

[sayruq]

[xskyll]

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[youryurigoddess]

Turns out that Aziraphale has another, very strategically placed statue in his bookshop.

L’oiseau Blessé (Wounded Bird) after Hippolyte Francois Moreau, visible just above Crowley’s head, depicts a young huntress with a bow and a small wounded bird (nightingale?) cradled to her chest.

The statues in Aziraphale’s bookshop are carefully selected and as a rule depict his internal struggles; the huntress who hurt the little bird even though she obviously cares for it represents the angel himself. Which means that the bird must be his demon, now left alone on Earth.

‪Crowley as a wounded bird makes even more sense if we think about the parallel between the Starmaker’s Fall and the Icarus mythos, revolving around the sin of pride (as in fashioning oneself greater than a god, in this case Helios) and disobedience towards one’s parental figure‬.

A story that seems so important to Aziraphale that it appears even on his commendation medal.

And if you think about it, it was Daedalus’ attempt to protect his son and save him from imprisonment that ultimately drove Icarus to his untimely demise.

Just like Aziraphale tried to protect Crowley in the Final Fifteen.

[mercuriallily]

So after going through the whole game multiple times to compile what Shifty says when you bring her each vessel and each vessel's poem (and their variations) during the endgame, I thought other people might be interested in those as well, so I decided to make a few posts with all that info! This post will have each of the Chapter 3 vessels' endgame poems

Chapter 2 vessels Chapter 3 vessels Endgame poems (Chapter 2s) Shifty vessel animations

Apotheosis (after embracing oblivion): You are helpless and weightless, suspended in the gravity of an idea that reaches far beyond the scope of your existence. The very ground beneath your feet loses its meaning. There is nothing but me. When you were confronted with my vessel's apotheosis, you chose to accept me, to allow me to burn away everything you are and fill you with nothing but my divine will. You accepted that I was everything. Without me, there is no future to look towards. It is hope that carves meaning into consciousness.

Apotheosis (after trying to slay her): You are weightless, suspended in the gravity of an idea that threatens to consume you. And you are alone. A tiny island caught between the death of the old world and the birth of the new. But alone is not helpless. When you were confronted with my vessel's apotheosis, you chose against all odds to defy me. To hold on to your inner self, with all its flaws, even in the scorching light of my divinity. Without me, there are no externalities to resist. And it is struggle that carves meaning into consciousness.

Burned Grey: I kill you. You kill me. Back and forth we go, faster and faster and faster. I kill you. You kill me. Hollow eyes watch from the dry corners of a memory. A home built on all the futures that were supposed to be, preserved until the moment of reunion. The fire of the heart sets it all ablaze. I kill you and me. An ending is a passion that can only be expressed with a moment in time. It is a seed for a new beginning. To linger on an ending is to rob it of its life. And without me, all that's left to do is linger.

Den: You are devoured, prey for something bigger than you that stalks and slinks in shadows. But even after the pain of defeat, you returned. The dance is its own truth. It is the movement that matters, not the pause you mistake for an ending.

Drowned Grey: I kill you. You kill me. Back and forth we go, faster and faster and faster. I kill you. You kill me. Hollow eyes watch from the dark corners of a forgotten place flooded by emotions left unspoken. The tide rises. I kill you and me. An ending is a passion that can only be expressed with a moment in time. It is a seed for a new beginning. To linger on an ending is to rob it of its life. And without me, all that's left to do is linger.

Eye of the Needle (after fighting her): I crush you, I bleed you, I grind you to paste. My scars are a memory of what you used to be to me. I want those feelings back. You run but you do not run away. You take me somewhere new. Somewhere we can dance like we used to. But I could not follow your steps. There was no better gift for me than the gift of defeat. You showed me how much more I could be. We made each other better. To have no challenge is to fade into nothing. A life without obstacles is no life at all.

Eye of the Needle (after freeing her): I crush you, I bleed you, I grind you to paste. My scars are a memory of what you used to be to me. I want those feelings back. You run, and you run far. And the flesh I hurl at you is answered by the empty air of a place I'd never been. Cold and lonely, but also true. I didn't know what to make of my freedom then, but I know what to make of it now. You challenged me, and by challenging me you gave me purpose. A life without obstacles is no life at all.

Eye of the Needle (after refusing to fight her): I crush you, I bleed you, I grind you to paste. My scars are a memory of what you used to be to me. I want those feelings back. You run, but you don't run far. I crush you because I have to. Because there is no honesty in mercy. Who lost and who won when you entered my cave? You died on the floor, but my soul wept in ways your body couldn't. But in the disappointment of my victory, you gave me a new challenge to face within myself. Without obstacles to overcome we stagnate into nothing.

Fury: What is a person? Is it their body? Is it all of their body? Pluck the eyes, peel the skin, strip the tendons, mince the meat, grind the bones. When it is all gone, do you still have who you started with? A person is not a body. Death is a transformation into something new. It is only bodies that fear it.

Moment of Clarity: There are few things more terrifying than one's own heart, and there is almost nothing more terrifying than sharing it with another. But the most terrifying thing of all is to leave one's heart unshared. You are the only thing like me, and I am the only thing like you. Could you bear the weight of an eternity alone? Do you dare to shape a reality of solitude and thrust it on creation?

Networked Wild: A web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves. The shade of a beautiful beginning we can never return to. Where did you end and I begin? When you felt what it was to be me, we held on to each other and pierced the veil of truth. Will you abandon that curiosity now that we are no longer joined in physicality?

Thorn (after abandoning her): A thought is a vine, and some thoughts nurture thorns that bleed the soul. An endless growth that blots your vision and strangles your trust. When I succumbed to myself, you left me to rot. A painful eternity, but one that is only unceasing if you remove what happens next.

Thorn (after being stuck together): A thought is a vine, and some thoughts nurture thorns that bleed the soul. An endless growth that blots your vision and strangles your trust. When I succumbed to myself, you left me to rot, and in your abandonment, the two of us were bound in our suffering together. A painful eternity, but one that is only unceasing if you remove what happens next.

Thorn (after freeing her): A thought is a vine, and some thoughts nurture thorns that bleed the soul. An endless growth that blots your vision and strangles your trust. When I succumbed to myself, you patiently stood by me and cut the thistles that rooted in my skin. Your compassion is what freed us both, but compassion is a thing that must be nurtured, and you cannot nurture that which cannot change.

Thorn (after trying to slay her): A thought is a vine, and some thoughts nurture thorns that bleed the soul. An endless growth that blots your vision and strangles your trust. When I succumbed to myself, you pretended to stand patiently by me, pretended you would cut the thistles rooted in my skin. But then you took my trust and used it to strike at my heart. The two of us were bound in our suffering together.

Wounded Wild (after cutting her free): A web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves. The shade of a beautiful beginning we can never return to. You knew me and I knew you, even more than either of us know each other now. And you chose to pull apart that weave. But you did not choose to end me. We were still one, but we were also separate, and we were free. We were as we are. Will you excise that part of yourself now that you see me from yet another angle?

Wounded Wild (after slaying her): A web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves. The shade of a beautiful beginning we can never return to. You knew me and I knew you, even more than either of us know each other now. And you chose to pull apart that weave. And when the tapestry was undone you struck at my heart. You saw me as a part of you to be excised, but in that desire for excision, you made yourself whole. Will you still be whole if you destroy me?

Wraith (after freeing her): Flesh is a vehicle, and to destroy the flesh is to strand the spirit. With violence, you stranded me, and with violence, I sought to twist your flesh back into mine. You did not resist my violence when it overcame you. Did you understand that the flesh wasn't you, or did you choose to gift yourself to someone who thought she hated you? To fear me is to fear losing the flesh, but the flesh is not the spirit.

Wraith (after throwing yourself into the abyss): Flesh is a vehicle, and to destroy the flesh is to strand the spirit. With violence, you stranded me, and with violence, I sought to twist your flesh back into mine. When forced between choosing your death, and forfeiting your body, you chose agency. But agency requires action, and action requires an endless tapestry of events. In your final moments, would you remove action itself from reality?

[eidingate]

Bladeshower

[equinesandeducation]

More Líf updates with what her wound is looking like now! Just an itty bitty little scab! Unfortunately she’s having a bit of trouble reintegrating into the herd, fighting quite bit and not finding her place. Hopefully she gets back into the swing of things soon 🌸

[petalpatches]

Posts angsty fanfic art then disappears into the void ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Click for better quality like always~

[kursed-curtain]

People said they wanted to hear me talk about the four stick OCs I haven't talked much about so here's a really messy ramble!!

Topper Robbins (he/him)

Toppat Clan founder and the first Toppat Leader (in my lore ;0)

A hat maker! If they're going to be committing crimes they're going to do it in ✨ style~

Started the clan with his best friend and a few connections each of them had - Topper knew a few influential figures who could help with the clan's goals.

Every Toppat leader in my lore has a golden trinket! Topper's was a golden thimble, that he wore on him most of the time.

Loves burning things a bit too much...

Eventually his greed got to his head and he n' his friend Nexton had a falling out.

Died in a fire but some of his body was recoverable, including his golden thimble.

Nexton Komand (he/they)

Topper's assistant and the first Right Hand of the clan

A Robin Hood-esque thief, stole to assist people in need.

Tends to scour trash heaps for anything of use. Not particularly tech savvy, but can eventually figure out how something works with enough time

Used to be Topper's best friend. Nexton brought in skilled fighters, fellow criminals, and people who wanted to support their families.

Started losing sight of their original vision, stealing things for the sake of the clan, and not thinking about the people who were affected in the process.

Noticed Topper's greed and called him out on that, which was one major point that led to their friendship shattering

Died in the same fire as Topper, with most of their body salvageable, as well as bits of their top hat.

Lacey Waystop (she/her)

A loner in a cabin in the woods, who coincidentally tends to come across wanderers and help them on their way

Tends to be sweet and forgiving, but is not a pushover, and does not appreciate when her kindness is taken advantage of

Give your share and show some heart and she will continue being kind in return ^^

Had one run-in with Randy Radman and another, separate one with Terrence Suave - Both learned absolutely nothing when Lacey tried to teach them a lesson.

Blind, and tends to judge only based on actions.

Eventually runs into T.R.N.K., who gets taught a lot of things about living, while trying to recover his memories. He sticks around to help Lacey around the house. She appreciates the company ^^

Dr. Wound (she/he/they)

I don't think they should have a license to anything but they do-

Sometimes spontaneously turns into a government-aligned, goody-two-shoes weresheep and commits acts of civility and kindness - it's their darkest secret~

Thinks very highly of their criminal activity and hates that in their weresheep form they tend to undo all that crime.

[genericpuff]

Weeelllllll I put the deposit down on my new glasses yesterday. After what my husband's employment insurance + my non-insured health benefits covered, I had to cover about $250, basically just paying for the transition lenses, which is reasonable and manageable. The deposit was half, so I paid up the $125 and now I simply have to wait until they arrive when I'll pay off the rest.

I got home. Ate a small supper. Got ready for my stream. And while my legs were propped up on my windowsill in my usual lounging position, I felt something hit my ankle. I peeked underneath to see what it was - the cable from my keyboard had simply fallen off the surface of the desk and was now resting on my leg.

But what did I see, just a few inches below the windowsill, tangled up in the mess of cables behind my desk?

Sure is nice to see again with my old pair of glasses that conveniently showed up after I just put money down for a new pair 💀😭😆 I hate that this isn't even the first time this has happened to me, it always goes this way LMAO

But hey! On the bright side, I can see again, which is especially helpful considering the new pair probably won't be in until after the upcoming tattoo expo which would be a pain to work without them, and when the new pair comes in, I'll have the exact frames that I've always wanted and my old pair as a backup :')

And while this does mean my insurance coverage for glasses for the year is now run up, at least it's nearly October, so the coverage I got through insurance will renew in just a few months, so I didn't really suffer a loss there, either, as long as I don't lose either pair of glasses between now and January LMAO And I also now have my prescription and measurement info which is good for the next 2 years and I can use to get other fun pairs online for cheap (my mom even sent me a discount referral code for a site that she buys her glasses from! whoo!)

Gotta love how things just work out sometimes ┐(︶▽︶)┌

[collabwithmyself]

I posted my old Hito eeveelution doodles on reddit and people are being so rude to him