#remaining steps are:

[nattikay]

x1 ear for 3.0!!

This method definitely gave the ears some nice depth (a tad hard to see in the picture but looks great irl), which is fantastic because the primary gripe I've had with my ears on past heads is they always look too shallow, almost flat, from the front (as you can see on 2.5 there), even if they're not from the side. I was a little worried that the front border would be too thick when I first started adding the fur, but once I had everything glued down tight and gave it another quick shaving pass, I think it turned out pretty alright!

I'm also a lot less worried about the head being too small for the body at this point. Between the big eyes and big ears, it looks just about the same overall size as 2.5 now, just with different proportions. Adding the hair poof and cheek tufts should help even more. It still might be a little smaller than ideal, but I no longer think it's gonna be outlandishly disproportionate or anything. So yay! Of course, we won't know for sure until it's done and ready to wear, so...we'll see 😅

Approximately one week remains on the clock. sivakoooooooo

[egophiliac]

I've had a beast of a cold for the last few days, but I wanted to get this out before the new year! while I've sort of made my peace with my first take on Lilia's UM poster, I really wanted to do a version with the new context that chapter 6 gave us. because. c'mon.

(don't worry, Lilia can carry ALL HIS KIDS AT ONCE)

[petricorah]

meeting on the fire nation stairs [ids in alt]

[drabbles-of-writing]

"Kai's good with kids!" slightly incorrect. Kai is good with stubborn, troublesome kids. Dudes been shown to be dogshit when solely interacting with pretty much all people younger than him except for Nya, Lloyd, & Wyldfyre

He raised Nya, but we know that girl. We've seen her. I know she was a NIGHTMARE kid. She has strong opinions, holds grudges, and does whatever she wants. I love her for this. I also know teenage Kai was fighting for his LIFE. Lloyd was Little Shit Extraordinaire, and he didn't have the bonus of being blood-related to Kai, so Kai had 0 incentive to like him. Even still, Kai heard a small child in distress and immediately Locked In and decided awesome, I'm protecting you forever now. Wyldfyre similarly annoyed the absolute shit out of him, but Kai had his Growth. He still threw hands with Wyldfyre but the difference here is he knew she could fight back. He clocked pretty immediately she had an impatient temper but had a very strong love for her tiny family of 2 (oh hey s1 Kai when'd you get here) and in NO time began flawlessly mentoring.

Kai is like a guy who went to a camp for troubled youths, grew up, then decided to become a counselor at that same camp. He can wrangle a teenage dirtbag out of an alley like a stray cat but if you put him in the same room as a fairly normal kid he's looking at them like this

[backpackingspace]

Odysseus: demanding Athena take off whatever enchantment she put on him the second the situation ends.

Odysseus: who constantly reminds Athena that he has great plans to grow old and die with his wife so don't even think about getting any ideas.

Odysseus: side eye diomedes who has started fucking glowing he has so many enchantments on him: bro you should talk to Athena about getting those removed. You're going to end up immortal or some shit

Diomedes: who has been a solider since he was 5 who has intersting thoughts about his own personhood who has a much more traditional relationship with Athena and would rather literally stab his own eye out with a rusted sword than speak out of turn: I don't know what you're talking about

[odd-chips]

So I've been teasing this character in my tags/posts for a while, and she's finally hereeee. Anyways WHOOPS, another self indulgent Lethal Company character who is basically the Wario version of [Cap'n]!

Meet Echo and her crewmates: Orion (goggle'd circle-shaped one), Spade (short one with big arms), and Guy (shapely GNC one). Being the opposite of Cap'n's crew, they're all men EXCEPT for Echo!

At first, she started out as a grown woman having a one-sided, very pathetic beef with Cap'n, but she evolved into an angry teenager who projects all of her issues onto someone who literally doesn't know she exists (and subsequently does something horrible to herself to rectify this weird beef). Did it work? Well no, come on, look at her, now she's even worse GOKJDFMKDF

And when I say "one-sided", I mean it. Genuinely Cap'n doesn't know who she is, like, at all. I think the first time they meet will be the inevitable werewolf fight between the two of them when things get out of hand.

Anyways I love the kidnapper fox, but alas, she was too swag for this world, RIP to a real one that lasted a month and a half. u_u)!!

[kindaasrikal]

Do you think Cole used to help Nya with feeling comfortable in her own skin again and feeling flesh and bones, as well as acting alive again, whilst also helping her keep her form and be more conscious and sure of it after merging with the sea, simply because he gets it?

Ghost Cole you will not be forgotten.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

well the bad news fairy has once more arrived to pay a most unwelcome visit to my household.

if you've got older relatives in your life who you still love and cherish, give them a hug for me today.

[sunlight-shunlight]

pondering that falon'din is associated with an owl, and those are also messengers of andruil. and he's referred to as "winged death" which is also mentioned to be something that elgar'nan deploys against enemies. and both falon'din and andruil are referred to as venturing into dark places, where no one else can survive/wanted to go.

and ghilan'nain was not initially an evanuris, but was antagonistic towards them and making a bunch of weird creatures. she was given the offer to join them in return for getting rid of the creatures, and accepted. but with "pride stopping her hand" from destroying a few. and when asked about trusting people to share power, solas says "I know that mistake well enough to carve the angles of her face from memory."

solas also has nothing good at all to say about falon'din, mostly calling him a bloodthirsty tyrant who went so far in encroaching onto other evanuris territory that mythal had to besiege his temple and beat him up to stop him.

but he says nothing about dirthamen at all.

dirthamen is described as having gone missing unexpectedly, scaring all his followers, because they were now unprotected. and caught between their own high priest wanting to lock them into the temple forever like a cask of amontillado, and other forces outside that wanted to take their secrets by force. there is one note that a dirthamen follower defied the evanuris and took on a forbidden (probably a dragon) type of form, and was judged by elgar'nan harshly. he apparently also invented the varterral to protect his town from a high dragon? wack, but also could indicate that he had worked with ghilan'nain on making it, since she's the only one who's otherwise mentioned to be bioengineering stuff.

dirthamen has very very few surviving statues or depictions, and is more associated with falon'din than as his own independent figure in the dalish myths. even his own temple includes mosaics of falon'din. there's a few statues that are probably dirthamen, but the most striking is in mythal's section of the fade behind the eluvian, which is a statue of a hooded figure, doubled over with a giant sword sticking out of his back.

[nellasbookplanet]

The fandom god discussion is interesting, but I feel it’s sometimes hindered by an unwillingness to separate gods from mortal society, or even a sort of over-eagerness to project our own reality onto them, which simply doesn’t work. I've seen the gods referred to as rulers or tyrants demanding worship (which I kinda understand because it’s something Ludinus says in-game, though it’s funny to see fandom corners confidently repeat the inaccurate talking points of the antagonist) but more interestingly I've also seen them referred to as a higher/the highest social class, as colonizers imposing themselves on mortals, the raven queen specifically as new money. Overall these comparisons tend to talk about the gods and their actions regarding Aeor in the past and predathos/the Vanguard in the present less as if they're about saving their own lives and more as if they want to preserve their powerful position.

The gods, by their very nature, are above mortals. They cannot be compared to any mortal ruling class because they didn’t choose or strive for that power and cannot feasibly get rid of it/step down/redistribute it (nor do they actually in any sense rule; killing the raven queen, unlike killing an actual queen, will not end the 'tyranny' of death), they simply have it by virtue of being gods. Saying that’s unfair or unequal and that the gods should be killed because of it is akin to saying it’s unfair a mountain is bigger than you and demanding it be levelled, except the gods, unlike mountains, are living, feeling beings who shouldn’t have to die because some people can’t stand the idea of not always being top dog. Thing is, the gods themselves ultimately understood this power imballance and that they can't help but hurt Exandria the way humans can't help but step on bugs, and thus removed themselves from the equation by creating the divine gate. Saying this isn’t enough and that they're clinging to power is just demanding they line themselves up to be killed.

[manyrandomfandoms]

I’m not sure if I’ve said this here yet so I just want to say that I absolutely do not support Neil Gaiman any longer. There will be no defending Neil Gaiman on this blog. There should be no coming back from his actions and I hope he never gets hired or has a successful show again. All the peace and justice for his victims

[guzhufuren]

anyway it's also really fun to think about the growth that domundi went through. from their first show being fucking Why R U to now putting The Next Prince out there. good job, have a golden star. also a golden star to Zee for being in bls for so long and always acting his ass out in most amazing ways

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Aight finally done with the main story (got distracted so many times throughout b/c I can't maintain focus on anything for shit) time for my MC to finally return to where she belongs 🥰

[laswells-ashtray]

Can we please get more Price with daddy issues and what his childhood looked like?? 😭🙏

This is more about how even as he's older, John is a product of his environment and the way he was raised. Oops, my bad. Didn't realise until close to the end.

John doesn't talk about his childhood, he doesn't see the point in it. he knows people with childhoods a lot worse than his and it seems stupid to him to complain that his old man was a little heavy-handed in comparison to the shit Simon told him about his childhood.

Besides, there were benefits. He'll never be one to lounge about in bed feeling sorry for himself when he's sick. He threw up on his bedsheets once when he was six and he got the belt, after that, he figured out how to work the washing machine and where to put the cleaning products he'd need at a height he could reach.

He might be a bit weary but he's still as sharp as ever, John's more than aware of how to function while ill. And yet no one seems to stop fucking grating on him about it.

Simon had let slip a comment about him looking like shit and for once the cheeky prick meant it. Fine, he was a wee bit peely-wally but he wasn't fucking terminal. He had waved the other man off but he'd been subjected to what Gaz referred to as "the Riley bullshit eyebrow". Simon could take his disbelief and let Soap gargle it.

Soap had offered to help him with anything he needed throughout the day and was pushy to the point of irritation. Did John look incapable? Was he a damsel in distress? No, he didn't need help. He needed a bit of fucking peace.

Gaz was far more subtle, but he knew it was the sergeant who left the tea on his desk. He always made it a tad too light - baby tea. He'd drink it anyway, at least the lad wasn't doing his fucking tits in.

Contrary to popular belief, John was fine. He wasn't a pansy who needed fawning over like he couldn't help himself. It was one of the only things his old man had ever expressed pride over, John was resilient and adaptable. The bastard might be dead and the world might be better off for it, but the thought lingered in the back of John's mind. Sometimes it'd hit him out of nowhere like the leather of a belt, and he'd make a point to ignore how he braced for impact.

Maybe he was a little inattentive compared to his usual self, he wasn't on the field so it didn't matter. Mindlessly filling in paperwork was an art he'd perfected long ago. He wasn't his perfect self but he wasn't a fucking bawhair off of it.

He didn't have to be vigilant when someone stepped into his office, he'd memorised the sound of Nikolai's footsteps years ago so there was no need to greet him for the sake of formality.

The Russian wasted no time in parking his arse behind John's chair and leaning over his shoulders, wrapping himself around John like a thick coat. He leans back into the touch before he can think about it, Nikolai is warm and he smells good, sue him.

A large hand presses itself against his forehead and he almost wants to shut his eyes, sink into the feeling and fall asleep. He doesn't, instead with the effort of an army he pulls back from the hand and turns to glance at his partner.

"What's that for?"

Nikolai looks down at him through narrowed eyes that remind him far too much of a cat about to pounce on something. His back is still plastered against John's shoulders and it feels heavenly but he can't dwell on it overly much.

"You are sick."

It isn't a question, it's a fact. Nikolai doesn't do beating around the bush after that long together, he's blunt and to the point. Exactly what John prefers in every situation but this one. It's almost a trick statement, no matter how he answers he's fucked and not in the face down, arse up way he typically is with the Russian.

He keeps his expression blank to the point of almost looking bored as he responds. "What about it?" That type of response would've earned him a backhand over the jaw when he was hip height.

He very briefly thanks God that his chair has wheels on it because if it didn't then the floor would end up scuffed with how Nikolai steps back and hauls John's chair around to face him.

The way he radiates disapproval should be studied, John's starting to get why the muppets all hold a healthy amount of respect and fear for Nikolai. He would if he hadn't spent lazy mornings with his face between the other man's tits, snoring away.

Nikolai's hand grips his jaw, turning his head as he inspects John and his apparent fatal illness that is going to kill him off in the next two minutes if everyone doesn't jump down his fucking throat about it.

"You are sick and you are working, again."

John sighs, batting away the other man's hands and rubbing his own hand over his face. Maybe if he blinked hard enough then he'd get rid of that gritty feeling behind his eyes.

"Is that all you're here to talk about or is there a purpose to this, Nik?"

He's being a cunt, a self-aware cunt but a cunt nonetheless. He had a reputation for being irascible when he felt off, it was no secret. It's the only reason why instead of looking hurt, Nikolai just rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath.

He knows what "сволочь" means, Nikolai knows that he knows. It wasn't the first time his partner had called him a bastard and they're both aware that it's far from the last.

"You're going to bed."

John blinks at him before he can quite comprehend the statement, as the words register in his mind he immediately jumps to protest only for the hand that was pressed to his forehead to be slapped over his mouth.

"You are going to bed, Ghost is going to fill in any of the forms he can and you're going to complain about it, from bed."

He shoots the pilot a half-hearted glare that's more of a subtle attempt to squint at the lights that are half-blinding him as he looks up.

"Yes, I know. I am terrible. Do forgive me."

Nikolai makes no attempt to hide his sarcasm and John considers biting the hand over his mouth.

"Bed, now."

[milkweedman]

Knitting a freehand bag and started wondering how often people even use patterns, anyway. So--how often do you use a pattern when you make things ? This include knitting/crochet/sewing/weaving/nalbinding/bobbin lace/tatting/etc but also things like woodworking, cooking, and baking. If you want to just pick the thing you do most often that's fine.

I personally do not use patterns as I find them far more confusing than just figuring out the construction of an item and simply making it. I do very occasionally browse ravelry for inspiration but have downloaded maybe 2. In the 5 or so years since I joined. And have followed exactly 1, which I modified every single aspect of. In my defense, dyslexia.

[vaguely-concerned]

I stumbled my way through some pseudo-milestone social and personal stuff today and you know what? it was incredibly nice and a good experience and I'm proud of myself, actually. needless to say my nervous system in the immediate aftermath is also humming at at a pitch that could break glass and kill dolphins, and I feel faintly like three day old sunkissed roadkill, but sometimes you just have to tank that shit because that seems to happen whether what's going on is good or bad lmao