#gremble

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There will never be a moment where I am not grateful for every second that I got to be yours. Every animal, just like every person, is an unique experience that every now and then, we are lucky enough to know.

Your space in my heart will always be just that: yours. And I am so glad for that. Every moment since you left has been impossibly hard, but I wouldn't change a thing- to know you was worth every bit of this grief.

There is no great grief without great love, and you gave me every bit of the love I gave back, and then some. I know that, no matter what experiences I continue to have, or come to know, I cannot imagine being loved as much by another as I was by you.

You were found on a muddy, desolate job site, and right off the bat, you were strange and unusual. With your smushed up face, tiny proportions, and big, gecko-like eyes, it surprised no one that we came to joke about you being an alien piloting a cat's body.

When my brother's sought to catch your tiny, hungry little self, you peed all over one of them out of fear, and spite, and probably a few other things. They brought you home to me.

It took four months to earn your trust. I would lay beside your playpen and talk to you, offering a hand. And when you finally leaned into it, it was as if we had never been anything but absolutely smitten for each other.

You loved me simply for me. Didn't need anything else. Every night, you came to curl up with me- the ritual of hugs, and kisses, and headbutts. When I worked on art, you would climb into my lap, and lean back to get kisses every now and then.

You never really loved someone as much as you loved me. We do not know what happened to you in your first months of life, but we know that humanity was scary- it took years for you to allow anyone but myself near, and even then, you had conditions. It was only in your last couple years that you found your true comfort, that you gave anyone else a headbutt.

My best friend, Britt, nearly cried when you let them pet you for the first time. You were so, so special.

We got you a pineapple bed at one point, and you loved it! But ONLY it. So much so, that when it got ratty, I had to find another exactly like it as you rejected every other option I tried. So your pineapple would prevail, sitting under my work desk where you slept while I worked. Sometimes, I would sing to you about your silly little home.

Who lives in a pineapple under my desk? Grem Grem, Grem Grem! Tiny and bizarre, simply the best! Grem Grem, Grem Grem!

I will always think of you when I see pineapples. What a silly, silly thing that I am so glad to carry.

You let me know it was time. It was a long time coming, but you made the choice. You fought so hard, and we did everything we could to beat it- but cancer makes exceptions for no one. But you let me know it was time, and it was okay, when you climbed up on my bed to snuggle on the 14th. You leaned your little head back for kisses, and I knew.

We went in the next day. I held you. Even as you fell asleep, you purred. The weight of your loss is so heavy, it feels like the entire world has fallen to pieces around me in so many ways.. but I am so glad to know it, to have been loved so stringlessly by such a strange, darling creature.

I hope you have another life, and it's everything you could ever want. I hope that, if we do cycle this strange world, that perhaps, just perhaps, you might find your way back to me in whatever form you take. But for now, I will carry you, and everything you taught me in my heart, may it guide me well- you always did.

You taught me how to love wholly, and well, and I wouldn't be the person I am today if not for your tiny, squishy face. I am so glad you will not endure any further pain, and that I could choose to carry it with me instead. I hope there are so many feathery toys where you've gone, and that one day you get to give me butterfly kisses again.

Love you Gremlin, Grem Grem, Gremble, Gremble Gramble, Grem Cracker, my little Groom Groom, forever and always- and then some. Thank you for being mine, know that I will always be yours.

[popiollie]

With minimal coloring, I drew Grem!! Their minecraft skin is so so so cute, so I tried to doodle it! :]

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The Ultimate Halloween Character Design Tournament

Please remember to vote for characters solely based on their design, rather than which character you are more familiar with or like more!

Snatcher | A Hat in Time

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Gremble | Neopets

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[abeautifulblog]

Girl help, there is a chicken in my backyard. O_o

[loveisinthebat]

Max Gremble

[cherryblossomshadow]

Also, while consonance (the repetition of consonant sounds) and assonance (the repetition of vowel sounds) are generally considered to be poetic devices, they can be used in prose, as well. The most common effect is creating a sense of anxiety or a "crazy vibe." (comment courtesy of @aqueerkettleofish)

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If you're writing in English, don't forget the power of iambic pentameter. I knew it was used in poetry and in Shakespeare, but I didn't really care until I read the Director's Commentary on For The Asking by Gremble (@abeautifulblog). Wow

my writing fundamentally changed forever ten years ago when i realized you could use sentence structure to control people’s heart rates. is this still forbidden knowledge or does everyone know it now

[muxas-world2]

FLAVIO being like: ‘Who??? Me???

[gremlingirlsmell]

if people would, instead of dogpiling a transfem, transpile a dogfem, the world would be a better place

[plistommy]

I still can’t get over that Eddie wears a black hanky on his left back pocket, making him dom top !!!!

[kenz-4]

For the Asking - gremble

And after getting Jaskier’s pov in the first, this one is told from Geralt’s pov, to get the other side of the story. Just as adorable and while very close to the original storyline, still vastly different enough not to feel like you’re reading the same fic twice.

“In which Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, Conqueror of the North, would really prefer not to be receiving handsome young men as tribute.”

With a Conquering Air - inexplicifics

“From the kinkmeme: AU Warlord!Geralt receives Tribute!Jaskier as a sacrifice to appease him in every way possible. Jaskier has no choice on the matter and he’s fully aware of the awful rumours that have spread about Geralt and his ruthless conquests. (But we all know those aren’t legit.) A classic angst with a happy ending please! A dash of smut to heal those scars and a sprinkle of new found love!

Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was.

...He is, in fact, going to be unreasonably lucky, because the Warlord of the North is a far finer monarch - and a far better man - than Redania's king has ever dreamed of being.”

This was such a good read!

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It’s been a long time since I posted something personal, but Grem Grem is very important to me and I want to share her with the world.

Over the past year, we have been battling a cancerous tumor on her hip. I have had it removed three times. Each time, it came back. This last time, it came back in a way that would require we cut her leg, and half of her pelvis off if we hope to rid of it- and even then, it could still come back.

These surgeries are stressful on her, and the one they would want to do now is a 6000+ plus dollar one, and it might not even work. Not only that, my vet cannot find anyone willing to do it that isn’t booked six plus months out. By this time, it will likely grow so much that the surgery would not matter.

So we are opting for quality of life. She still can get around, eats, drinks, and cuddles with me every night. But I do not want her to get to a point where she cannot do these things. She started to have some discomfort this past week, and we are now giving her a topical pain killer that has made her feel like a kitten again, but it’s temporary. We are entering the countdown.

I just want those who have known her adorable, squishy faced self over the years here to know. I love her so much, she is a very special little cat and I cannot even imagine how I am going to pull through without her- but for now, i am so thankful to have her in my life for every second she can give:

[visionthefox]

fnaf help wanted 2 coment

spoiler? I guess

Sun is suuch an asss! he is so sassy and mean!~ i love him I LOVE THAT!! I kneww I kneww!! he wasnt all sweet and shyyy! he just like moonie are under the virus! or you really gonna tell me hes always been this mean?~ BRO EACH TIME HE HATES THE PAPERBUDDY!! hahaah aah I diee! what he saaayss aa! love that angry asshole!~ gives him more life! yaknow? he can be mean! but also a sweethart im sure!!

[armory-rasa]

Project time: gambeson!

Been a while since I've liveblogged a new project, so I figured I'd take you with me on a voyage of discovery as I attempt to make a gambeson, aka arming jacket (among many other names), the quilted coat that goes underneath maille or plate armor to provide padding for comfort and protection. At its simplest, this:

I've always liked the look (when they're fitted better), but never had a use for one until the other day when I finally decided to bite the bullet and start doing SCA combat, as the local guys have been trying to get me to do for literally years. First fighter practice is next weekend, let's see what I can get done before then.

(Lolol, make no mistake though, I am not as good at sewing as I am at leather, because I only ever do it under duress. It's entirely possible that what I produce today by winging it will be underwhelming and/or unusable.)

So I looked at a BUNCH of pictures online to see all the various design choices available, and decided that I wanted:

Stylishly long, hitting right below the knee

Stylishly angled, with the hem coming to points rather than being cut square across

Detachable sleeves -- one, because sleeves are hard to make fit nicely, and two, because I'm undecided whether I want wide half-length sleeves (like the picture above) or fitted full-length sleeves. If they're detachable, I can have both.

Lacing on the sides -- because that's an easier way to get the fitted look than, y'know, actually tailoring it to fit. Also means it'll still fit even if I lose or gain inches.

Hat tip to this instructable for alerting me to the existence of pre-quilted fabric at Joanns, and also for doing it with two layers of that fabric, which was reassuring because I've never worked with it before and I was worried that just sewing single layers together would make it too bulky at the seams. I didn't need darts in the chest like hers did (lol thank god, because that looks Hard to do), and I wanted a less dramatic angle on the hem.

To that end, I used the pattern from my Anders brigandine as the jumping-off point:

Though I added some inches because I am no longer the skinny twink I used to be:

TIME TO CUT, BECAUSE I DON'T BELIEVE IN MUSLIN MOCKUPS AND I LIKE TO LIVE DANGEROUSLY.

(This, for the record, is why my sewing projects never turn out as well as they could, but I know myself and I know that if I do a mockup, I will be Fucking Done With Sewing by the time it's over, and then never get around to making the real thing. I expect this gambeson to be a learning experiment, and then wearing it for combat will further show me what I need to adjust for the next one.)

[my-fancy-hat]

*speaks into the mic as the echo fills the empty pavilion* what is this

[abeautifulblog]

My dad does this. I came out of a seminar to find a text from him that was like I NEED YOU TO CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU GET THIS.

and I'm like, holy shit, who died, who just found out they've got cancer--

And then I call him and he's like Eyyyyyy!! :D Your brother's getting married!! :DDDD [tipsy]

...........🤦‍♂️

Father.

Father.

This is a violation of the social contract, and I think I'm entitled to damages.

People who call u without warning for non serious reasons are so scary like if you call me without texting me first im fully assuming you’re in a saw trap or something

[abeautifulblog]

🎉 WE BOUGHT A HOUSE 🎉

Sorry guys, but this is going to be my entire personality for the foreseeable future, gremble and adventures in home ownership. 😂

Very important dispatch #1: I found a ball of yarn buried in the front yard.