#1. Utility

[egyptianpharaonicpapyri]

Unveiling the Profound Connection: Cats in Ancient Egypt, Revered as Divine Creatures and Eternal Symbols of Grace, Protection, and Mystery

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[thepatchycat]

*GUNDAMs your clones*

[ominouspuff]

Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

[feelo-fick]

OH WAITER!!!!! WAITER!!!! MORE PINING LAIOS AND CLUELESS CHILCHUCK PLEASE!!!!!!!

[potato-lord-but-not]

WAIT DID THE MALEVOLENT TUMBLR ACCOUNT BLOCK ME ???????????????????????

[maddieandangel]

Consider: character-exclusive trinkets.

[2000ghosts]

october 1, 1991

[wall-maria-around-ba-sing-se]

The fact HB just... tacks on the word "superior" to his attack names but then they work exactly the same as when other characters use the same attacks is so funny to me

It's an incredibly minor character detail that devs didn't have to do but they did and I'm so grateful for it

[satanfemme]

just saw a post which was very insistent in an authoritative way that interacting with AI-assisted art in any context even just to mentally find meaning in it before moving on, or even (especially!) if you don't actually realize that it's AI-assisted before interacting, is a moral failing on ur part. and so according to op the only morally correct thing to do from now on for the rest of ur life is to thoroughly research every piece of art you come across, and to thoroughly research the artist of any piece of art you come across, and to - prior to appreciating any art - ensure just in case through thorough research that no AI was used at any point in the process at all, or else it's morally tainted the art forever. and how if you don't do this you, personally, will be partially responsible for the impeding death of art itself. RIP art. born: the dawn of human kind, probably sooner. died: now I guess, because You specifically forgot to ruminate compulsions ruminate compulsions moral purity rumination over it prior to daring to resonate with something someone spent the time and effort to make. aren't you tired. aren't you literally tired.

[egyptianpharaonicpapyri]

Cats in Ancient Egypt: Revered and Divine Creatures Unveiled

Introduction:

Discover the Enigmatic World of Cats in Ancient Egypt: Reverence, Symbolism, and Divine Connection

1. Cats as Sacred Guardians:

   Explore the Fascinating Bond Between Ancient Egyptians and Cats: Guardians of the Home, Fertility, and Divine Protection

1. Domestication and Utility:

   Unravel the Secrets of Ancient Egyptian Society: The Domestication of Cats and Their Role as Skilled Hunters and Protectors

1. Symbolism and Deification:

   Delve into the Symbolic Realm: Cats as Icons of Protection, Fertility, and Supernatural Powers in Ancient Egyptian Beliefs

1. Cat Mummies and Burials:

   Unveiling the Mysteries of the Afterlife: Elaborate Funeral Rituals and Sacred Burials of Beloved Feline Companions

1. Household Companionship:

   From Guardians to Beloved Companions: The Cherished Presence of Cats in Ancient Egyptian Homes

1. Superstitions and Cat Worship:

   Legends and Lore: Unearth the Superstitions and Rituals Surrounding Cats as Bringers of Fortune and Dispellers of Evil

Conclusion:

Unveiling the Profound Connection: Cats in Ancient Egypt, Revered as Divine Creatures and Eternal Symbols of Grace, Protection, and Mystery

[goldenfoxthe1st]

when we eventually go to mare jivari i wonder if venti will openly show concern, or even just come with the traveler. there's no wind there, and thats how venti is able to watch over them and make sure they're safe. the traveler means a lot to him, so i doubt he'll just let them go without doing something to assist them

[spitblaze]

Not exactly the hottest take on earth but I do not care for scripted losses in games. 'You're supposed to die here' then why even make me go through the fight. Why do I have to be my own jobber. I understand that we are Showing and not Telling here but the issue with interactive media is that the interactee is necessarily putting in any amount of effort. If the bad guy skewers you after two strikes in a book or a movie it's riveting and scary, because we can see that the protag is doing their best but can't succeed. If you do it in a turn-based game it's frustrating because now YOU are the protag doing their best and cannot succeed. Like okay damn guess I'll go fist myself then smh

[its-not-a-pen]

the frame within a frame is a slippery slope that leads you to framing stuff within stuff

art for the Heaven's Unofficial Blessing

[dizzybizz]

redraw of that same frame i did a redraw of this febby

here's a timelapse (+ an extra little treat) set to hip hop cherry pop by lemon demon cause that's what i had on my puter DHASHfaafsjhfd

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

this feels like the first complete drawing I’ve done all YEAR that I don’t hate