#Blob Storage

[hattiestgal]

About bloatware with BUBBLEGUM... What would happen if you unzipped a multi-terabye zip bomb?

Since I'm away from my PC and this fell out of the doodle game submission window (which I'll clear up now, will just be on the fridays I open them up!), I'll describe it for now!

I imagine at first, not much would happen, BUBBLGUM might slow down just a little bit as she optimizes herself to move that much data all at once, only to soon reach the complete slowdown of her systems as TUMM does its thing to account for the now terabytes of data getting fed into the machines storage all at once. It wouldn't be a fast process either... I don't know if it would be better for most of the sensors that allow BUBBLGUM to perceive the outside world to be on or off while the process is happening, but by the end of it, this gel liner has pushed the HIFLEX abdomen to its limits, spilling out and rolling over itself in all directions, likely taking up a room of space in the process.

[varpusvaras]

Because I'm a curious bee about other people's answers I'm gonna give mine as well for the two truths and one lie @cookiemonsterv3 @starrrgazingbunny

Number 3 is a lie, I've been on newspapers multiple times (two times front cover girl lmao) and I "technically" have 15 kids. They're just very little and not born yet. They're my little freezer nuggets aksdkkksl.

[donaldjreynolds]

[kariniai]

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[techdirectarchive]

How to Install Azure Storage Explorer on Windows

[amalgjose]

How to Enable or Disable public access of an Azure Blob Storage (Storage Account) using Python Program ?

Azure storage account has a property in the networking section to enable or disable public access. This option is available directly on the web portal. There are options to whitelist a specific VNet or specific IP addresses. In some scenarios, we may get some requirement to enable access to some sources which does not have a static public IP address. In this scenario, the easiest option we have…

[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Twenty-Seven- Tyler Owens x Reader

Get caught up with Chapters 1-26 on the Masterlist! :)

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Behind You 100 Percent

You were now in the truck on the way to your parents' place to spend the next couple of hours with them. In the midst of zoning out, you were jolted out when the sight of the big gray barn appeared in the distance. It had been years since you had been to the farm. Staring at the barn with a metal sign stating Silver Lining Ranch, you took a few deep breaths to calm your anxiety. 

“Just remember that we don’t have to stay for the whole dinner. If you get uncomfortable, we can leave,” Tyler said, reaching over and squeezing your hand. 

“I’ll try to get through it,” you said, “Give them a chance to turn around.” 

“Just think, we’ll be picking up your fur babies and bringing them to your aunt and uncles to run around with Cash before we leave and head back to our soon-to-be home,” he said, giving you his classic Tyler Owens smile. 

“I know, honey,” you said, squeezing his hand back. 

As Tyler put the truck in park, two golden blobs came racing around the side of the house. You hopped out and knelt down to be on their level, with Waylon and Willie jumping up on you excitedly. 

“Hey, boys,” you said, petting their heads and kissing their snouts. 

“They seem pretty happy to see their mom,” Tyler said, leaning against the truck. 

“It’s been a few years,” you said sadly, the boys then turning their attention to Tyler. 

“Hey rugrats,” he said, scratching behind their ears. 

“Let’s get inside before they think we’re not coming in,” you said while standing up and brushing your pants off. 

“C’mon sweetheart,” Tyler said and held out his hand for yours. 

You took his hand and gave it a light squeeze. You walked up to the light yellow house and up the steps to the silver door. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door and then turned the knob. Swinging the front door open, you were met with the heavenly smell of lasagna - one of your mother's signature dishes. You may not always see eye to eye, but her lasagna was one thing you loved. 

“Hey Mom, hey Dad,” you called out. 

“Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes, (Y/n)!” Your mom called from the kitchen. 

“Sounds good. I’ll show Tyler around,” you said, dragging him up the stairs. 

While walking upstairs Tyler let go of your hand and stopped in front of a folded American flag and picture of your brother when he was in the Army with his dog tags hanging on the edge of the frame. 

“Babe… You never told me Jamie wasn’t here anymore,” he said softly. 

“It’s not something I bring up often,” you signed, stepping back down to where he was on the stairs.

“What happened?” He asked, wrapping his arm around you and kissing your temple. 

“He died on a landmine while trying to save another member of his troop,” you said softly, “He always put others' safety before his own.” 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, baby,” he said against your temple. 

“Life goes on,” you whispered, pulling away and walking upstairs. 

“That it does,” Tyler said, following you up the stairs. 

You got to the end of the hall and opened your old bedroom door to see it had been packed up and in boxes on the bed. 

“Well, this used to be my bedroom. Looks like it’s just a storage room or they plan on having me take this with us,” you walked over to your desk and sat in the chair. 

Tyler glanced around, seeing the darker blue walls with white trim having dust outlines of where pictures used to be hung. 

“Well, then we take it with us,” he said, coming over and kneeling down in front of you. “I’m sure your aunt and uncle have a small trailer we could borrow to bring the furniture, or we can just take your things and leave the furniture.” 

“I don’t know what I want to do,” you mumbled, hanging your head, “We’ll have to see how dinner goes.” 

“It’s whatever you want to do,” he said, lifting your head by your chin gently, “No matter what you decide, I’m behind you 100 percent.” 

“Thank you, Ty,” you said softly. “You don’t realize how much it means to me that you’re so supportive.” 

“Well, of course, baby,” he whispered while kissing your forehead, “It’s what boyfriends do.” 

“Dinner!” Your mom shouted up the stairs. 

“We can talk to Caleb tonight, he might have a trailer, or might even use his truck to help out,” you said, “We may not be as close as him and Jamie, but we’re still close.”

“I’m sure he would help out, but let’s go eat,” he said while standing up, “This cowboy is hungry.” 

“We’ll need to wash up first, silly,” you said, standing up and heading across the hall to the bathroom you and Jamie had shared growing up. 

Tyler groaned. “Do I have to? I haven’t done anything!” He showed you his clean hands. 

“Yes,” you laughed while washing your hands. 

“Fine,” he mumbled, washing his after you. 

You both dried your hands and walked down the stairs, Tyler following you to the dining room. 

“Tyler, why don’t you say grace?” your father's voice echoed from the kitchen into the dining room while carrying the pan of lasagna. You could hear Tyler gulp from behind you.

“Yes, sir,” Tyler said, waiting until after your parents sat down. 

“Don’t be nervous, just say it from your heart,” you whispered to him, reaching under the table and squeezing his leg as everyone bowed their heads.

“Heavenly father, thank you for this meal and for the hands that prepared it. Bless this food to nourish our bodies and strengthen us for the days ahead,” Tyler spoke clearly and confidently, “May our conversations be filled with love and kindness and our hearts with gratitude. In Jesus’ name, Amen.” 

“Amen,” you and your parents said in unison. 

“Well done, babe,” you whispered to Tyler, nudging him with your elbow. 

“Thanks, I’ve had a few years of practice,” he said, taking a drink of the glass of water in front of you. 

“So, Tyler,” your mother piped up, “What made you fall for our (Y/n)?” 

“Well, ma’am,” he started. 

“Call me Penny,” she said, passing the pan of lasagna to your father.

“Penny, I fell for (Y/n) for her stubbornness, her passion, her drive, her work ethic, her compassion, her silliness, her loving nature, her creativeness, her humor,” Tyler started listing off. “Even when she gets upset, I still fall for her.” 

“What are your plans for with her?” Ron, your dad, asked. 

“I’m not going to rush it, but I know it’s in the cards to someday marry this beautiful woman,” he said confidently. “I plan to give her all the love I can give.”

You sat there watching Tyler talk to your parents with ease and more confidence than you could ever come up with. 

“Now, honey, I know things haven’t been great since Jamie passed,” Penny said while looking over at you. 

“Mom, can we not get into that?” You said, “You both treated me like an outcast, like I was the unwanted child.” 

“That is not true,” Ron said, handing the pan to Tyler. 

“It is too, both of you adored him more than you would ever adore me. And when I broke up with Derek? You still sent him Christmas cards! I didn’t even get a Merry Christmas text!” You stated bluntly. 

“Because we thought he was going to be our future son-in-law and make tons of money to take care of our daughter,” Penny said. 

“It’s not all about money, Mom. I’m happy with Tyler, and we chase tornadoes,” you said, taking the pan from Tyler. 

“We are just worried about your future,” Ron said. 

“But I’m not a child anymore; I am a grown woman who can take care of herself,” you said, “I just want parents who are supportive of me and the choices I make.” 

“Have we not been supportive?” Penny asked. 

“Barely. I was just telling Tyler earlier today that you built Jamie a drivable tank for Halloween, but what do I get when I wanted to be a cowgirl with a pony to ride? I got an old floral sheet with holes that stunk to be a damn ghost,” you snapped, “Or when you let him go on a vacation with his friends for a week in summer and I wanted to do the same with my friends but I had to do his chores and mine for two weeks.” 

“Well,” Penny started, “He was going to be in the military, and we wanted to make sure he got what he wanted.” 

“And because I wasn’t going to go risk my life, I wasn’t able to get what I wanted?” You asked, taking a bite of the lasagna.

You watched the wheels in your parents heads turn. Maybe they finally realized how unsupportive they were towards you after Jamie was gone, or that they want nothing to do with an ungrateful child for all the things they claim to have done.

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[flamingpudding]

Part 11 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

>>Masterpost >>AO3

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One Step Closer

Casandra stared at the child hiding in the antic behind storage boxes. Her siblings were out on patrol and Bruce practically had to drag Damian out on it for once. She could see how their youngest was reluctant to leave his twin.

She couldn't say she understood but from his body language Cass could clearly see what she was able to understand. Damian was protective, worried, scared and loved. It wasn't much different from what he felt towards the rest of them yet it was highly amplified and not as subtitle as he usually made it seem.

It worried her. Should anything happen to Danny it would greatly hurt her youngest brother. That was why she had stayed back to help Alfred and Duke to look after their newest brother while everyone went out. Steph had wanted to stay too but Cass saw it and pushed her girlfriend towards the cave, shaking her head. Maybe next time.

Steph had too much energy and was too excited to stay with Danny. Damian probably knew it too. He had scowled when the louder ones of their siblings tried to volunteer. But Cass? She had seen it. Danny had stiffed once the child realized Damian was going to leave him for a short time.

Confused, protective, scared, defensive, worried.

She had wanted to tell their father to not force Damian on patrol, even if he had skipped it a lot lately in favor of staying with his twin. But when Alfred and Duke approached the boy as chosen watcher, he had calmed. He was still scared and defensive but also curious and nervous now.

Still she had stayed behind. Danny had still been scared and defensive.

Her worry was proven correct when not even after three minutes into the others leaving the little boy disappeared from their side. Danny was silent and knew what openings to use to slip away. But the way she didn't even sense it felt like more than just the league's training. It was like the little guy blinked out of existence. Duke had instantly used his ghost vision only to curse when he ran into a wall, again apparently.

Alfred had seemed rather amused and only gave them a knowing and amused smile. If Alfred wasn't panicked then Casandra wouldn't be either. The butler knew, so Danny wasn't in danger.

Still it had taken her some time and she was ready to call everyone back to help in the search for her newest brother but then she had seen him. It was only from the corner of her eye and once again Danny was very silent and didn't even make a single sound. She could have imagined seeing him but Cassandra trusted her instincts now.

Which led her to the current situation. She blinked as she moved to sit cross legged with a little distance in front of the child. Blue eyes were clearly watching her the moment she had entered his field of vision.

Defensive, scared, worried.

Smiling, she didn't move any closer at first. There was a green blob, a blob ghost according to her brothers, floating close to the child and some snacks laying around the boy, discarded wrapping papers and a stolen plate of Alfred's cookies. So that was why the butler had been amused, he knew Danny had taken them. A giggle wanted to bubble out but she suppressed it, opting to smile fondly.

"Cookies good?"

Her newest brother only tilted his head in confusion. She inched a little closer, stopping when Danny started to hiss slightly.

Defensive, protective, scared, confused.

Once the child stopped hissing she tried again, this time pointing at the cookie in Danny's hand. "Good?"

Defensive, confusion, realization.

Danny with wary eyes kept watching her as he broke the cookie in two and offered one half to the green blob that ate the piece in one go while Danny nibbled on it. His blue glowing eyes never left her. The boy continued eating the cookies like that, always sharing with that green blob while also keeping an eye on her.

Cass could only smile as she just sat there in silence. She had remembered to send Duke a text that she had found Danny but with that text she had also asked him to not come up here. There was no reason to unsettle her newest brother any more than needed.

Besides, she counted it as a win for her when after a while of silently enjoying each other's company and respecting Danny's boundaries, the boy himself slowly crawled closer to her. He wasn't touching her but he slid half a cookie over to Cass.

She wished she had taken a video of this. Just so that she could prove that Cass officially had one over her brothers now, except for Damian of course. Danny was close to her, not hissing and sharing one of the cookies the little biter had stolen. She would hold this over Dick for a long time.

Meanwhile in Amity Park…

"Where is the twerp?"

Suppressing a scream, Jazz whirled around and came face to face with Dan who stood behind her with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Glowing red eyes were glaring unblinkingly at her. It would be off putting if Jazz didn't know that there was an undertone of worry. She was alone and hadn't expected any of the others involved in the search to show up. Tucker and Sam were in school keeping up appearances and Ellie was following a ghost rumor two cities over to the west of Amity park.

Jazz looked over the other, taking in how unaffected the near mirror image of her brother looked. Dan had been mostly spared from the fallout in Amity, considering that he lived 90 percent of the time with Vlad with the other 10% spent in the ghost zone making friends with Fright Knight again and so far Dan had also avoided meeting their parents. Vlad, him and Ellie had been the last to hear of Danny's disappearance let alone his death announcement of their parents or rather from the GIW. It had been a month since that announcement and Jazz was honestly surprised that Dan hadn't shown up earlier. But Vlad had pulled back from Amity and who knew when their parents had informed him about Danny's 'death' if at all and the other man had only found out because he decided to visit now of all times.

Eitherway, the future version of her brother / time clone / cousin / second brother was now standing before her. "I know the twerp is not dead yet. And the old man is trying to get as much information out of Maddie and Jack as he can right now. So I decided to get information from you shits."

"Language Dan." Jazz corrected out of habit. She was amazed that Dan even found them but again Danny probably knew about this hidden room of Sam's Mansion, which they were now using as their debriefing room. Maps were laying everywhere as well as pinned to the walls. Some were marked red, places Ellie had already looked into and hadn't found any sign of Danny.

"We have been looking into a lot of towns with reported ghost sightings to try and find him but a lot of them came up with nothing. All fake with no real ghost appearances. Danny isn't dead, we know this because Ellie told us that the Ghost Zone would riot if he were, so-"

"Oh they wouldn't just be rioting. If humans killed or incapacitated the king this entire dimension would be done and over." Wasn't that reassuring to know, Jazz thought, her parents weren't just neglecting and too obsessed in their research. No, they and the GIW could be the cause of their entire Dimension dying if they ever got their hands on Danny again.

"The Fenton portal is closed, right? And I have asked Fright Knight to not let anyone slip through the old man's portal until I am back at the castle." Dan wasn't looking at her anymore but to the side a scowl clearly visible on his face. That was another mystery to Jazz, the Fenton portal one day shortly after Danny's disappearance and right before the death announcement stopped working. It just suddenly closed and no matter what her parents did, did not open again. "Don't know how long we can keep ghost idiots, that also want to go look for the twerp, in check. So you better hurry up and find him."

"Thank you, Dan." Jazz smiled fondly at her time double brother who only scowled and refused to make eye contact with her. "I am sure we will find Danny."

"Tried the Booo-merang, yet?" The other only muttered, but he did glance at Jazz from the corner of his eyes.

Jazz let out a sigh, remembering how throwing that thing was one of the first things she did upon returning from college and hearing about Danny's disappearance. "We did but it only flew a couple of meters before falling to the ground. Tucker is tinkering with it, thinking that Danny might just be out of range for it."

She heard an inaudible grumble from the other and smiled sadly. The Booo-merang had always been a sure fire way to find Danny but now even that wasn't working for them. Sam was convinced that they must have brought Danny to another GIW-facility far away from Amity before or after they announced his disappearance, but Tucker refuted this with what he found when he hacked into them. But what he found made Tucker think that Danny might have initiated one of their backup plans, the fact that the Fenton portal was no longer working spoke for it but that the emergency kit they had prepared for this was still untouched spoke against it. Ellie hadn't said anything on that matter but Jazz knew the little girl was very worried, going so far to travel to every city ghost rumors appear in hopes that it's Danny they were talking about.

And now even Dan and Vlad seemed like they were starting to get involved.

A sigh escaped her once more as she turned around and looked sadly down at the map on the table. "Danny will… is… has to be on the run. Tucker doesn't think the GIW have him anymore. He had hacked into their database and nothing indicated that they still have him. But from what he found Danny must be heavily injured to the point , Tucker… he… he has seen pictures he refused to share. According to what he found from them, Danny just disappeared with injuries that would make escaping without help difficult, yet no one knows where he is."

"The twerp will be okay. Little shit is tougher than he looks. I should know that the best." Dan muttered and Jazz smiled saddly at the way the other attempted to comfort her. Then she noticed how Dan was eyeing a world map that was pinned to the wall, his red eyes strangely focused differently than they were before. Like he was remembering a long forgotten memory.

"Dan?"

"You remember, I… we… he…" Glowing red eyes closed in frustration before they looked back at Jazz. She knew that the other sometimes still had a hard time putting a line between Danny and himself, especially when it came to certain things like memories and everything before the split of their timelines. "Danny is adopted."

"What does that have to…?"

"You said he just disappeared according to the GIW Database? There might be something more to it. I am going to have to look into some old shit I… we, fuck, Danny probably hasn't thought about for years now."

Stunned Jazz watched how Dan changed into his ghost form that looked so different from Danny's, the form that used to scare her and hadn't changed much since he gained a human body. The ghost looked ready to fly away.

"Wait, Dan where are you going?!" She tried to stop him but just like her Danny when he got an impulsive idea, Dan wasn't going to listen. Instead the other only turned to her with a grim face.

"If you come across the old man, tell him I am going to look into an old asshole. There are a handful of people involved with me… fuck I mean him that could make the twerp disappear without a trace. These fuckers are worse then the GIW and we certainly don't need them getting involved now. As if killing us once wasn't enough…"

Jazz watched helplessly how Dan disappeared through the wall like he had appeared. With a worried look she glanced at the world map Dan had been looking at, unsure of what the other had seen or remembered because of it. Worry heavily stirred inside of her and she wanted to scream loudly infrustration. Once more her brother was keeping her out of the loop about something important and by the quiet mutter at the end she most likely wasn't supposed to hear, she knew it didn't mean anything good.

Once more Jazz sighed, swallowing her frustration and worry to pull out her phone, decided to tell the others with a quick message that Dan was now helping too and apparently following a different lead. A lead that if she interpreted everything Dan had said correctly, had something to do with Danny's life before he had been adopted and was connected to something highly dangerous.

The secure chat exploded with follow up questions, she couldn't answer and only left her to stare at the world map once more in worry and unsure on how to proceed from here.

[msicc]

#CASBAN6: How to configure Azurite to use DefaultAzureCredential with Docker on macOS

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Before we will have a look at the promised facade for uploading files to Azure’s Blob storage, I want to show you how to configure Azurite to use the Microsoft Identity framework with Docker on macOS for local debugging. Using the Identity framework, our local debug environment and the productive rolled out functions will behave the same. If you have been following along, you should already have…

[sweatinghoneybee]

I’m so happy this is finally finished! It took awhile to finish but i’m so happy!!

This is just a fanart of a headcanon i have of MC in a transformers fanfic i read in quotev where in the future she becomes a rebel against the senator council and goes threw out Cybertron graffitiing peace protests against the government and puts up hologram posters of facts and the lies that the council puts up to propagandize Cybertron’s population.

Honestly the hardest part on MC’s design is the shoulder and legs wheels cause i’ve never drawn transformers so i was racking my head on how to draw them. And also is it just me but why are transformers helms so hard to draw?!! Like i know it’s a helmet but just kept feeling like i just made them bald. But it’s so much fun trying to draw something that i’ve never tried before and so glad that there’s a concept art for the MC of the story in chapter 18 cause if there aren’t any i’m an absolute goner to draw this!!! And I mostly drew this in the Transformers animated style cause primus save me it would have took me ages of life to draw this in like prime or IDW style (to those who can transformers in that style, i bow to your superior skills cause most people would think that drawing detailed blocks are easy but PITS NOPE!!!)

And i gave little reference on the paint that’s inside the paint spray gun where the colors i referenced to the cover of the fanfic (and i also made MC holding a car spray gun to do her graffiti cause i kind of thought that no one in Cybertron have graffitied yet so for MC to do it in Cybertron like back in her life as a human she uses spray guns that are used to paint cars/alt modes in transformers. And if someone ask on why the spray gun is attached to a hose on MC’s bag thing, the black part of that bag is to storage paints so like the bags used by graffiti artists that i found and the red bottom part of the bag is an air compressor thing like it’s used in car spray gun but in a more portable size. And honestly not sure if i should call it bag cause, atleast in my headcanon on how MC made her handicraft bag, technically it’s just a metal box that MC found that she attaches a cut hose for the sling and maybe and old used air compressor she fixed cause if I remember correctly bags aren’t a thing in Transformers so i tried to incorporate that). And in the background is actually those colored beats like in videos where each music beats the video shows it as a reference to MC’s love of music (and the blue pink colors are not only referring to MC’s optics but also cause in the fanfic she has the power to open a portal to the void/shadow realm so i was referencing that). And the white lines on the edges of the drawing is a referencing to MC hacking and putting up hologram posters cause i thought that if MC is going to get the truth from the government she will need to be able to hack computer systems and such to get them. And it’s just a tiny detail but the curves inside of Nebula as she swirls behind MC where it’s sharp is a reference that she looks like flowing flames but I didn’t want it to be too obvious so i just decided to make her a flowing blob (cause i thought that that’s what she looks like in the solid world if MC isn’t in the void) shadow with slight sharp angles like how stylized fires look like. Also can someone tell me if there’s a device in Transformers to make hologram posters? Cause I wasn’t sure what it would look like so just made it look like a flat disc in MC’s right servo. And just a headcanon as well, MC’s will absolutely splatter herself with colorful paints as not only as protest against the government that tries to make her to convert to their ideals but also just as a fun self expression where while MC is covered it messy paints it’s also made her beautiful with her confidence on not being afraid to stand out and be different (tho i have a feeling that if Knockout saw her like that he’ll have a spark attack) kind of like a transformer’s version of tattoos and such. The feathers on MC’s helm i intentionally put rainbow colors on them cause i kind of thought that the feathers are holographic so every time MC moves her feathers reflects and changes color. And the reason why i made MC and Nebula surrounded with so many colors is sorta kind like a representation how went from just living by under the rules of Cybertron to taking charge in trying to help Cybertron by doing things that’s different by the standards there and giving color to the lives around her. And i made Nebula with wings as a little nod on her connection with Unicron and i just made her sparkly cause i thought it’ll be pretty hehe~ along with the mismatched mascaras that MC uses cause i just thought it adds abit of that rebellious allure especially since the colors that are used are the shade of the other optic’s color!

Honestly this is one of my favorite drawings i made! I’ve always loved those drawings where monochromatic colors being surrounded by like a rainbow bomb around them, so this drawing is definitely my absolute favorites!

X - X - X - X - X

And also if anyone is curious and wants to read the fanfic that i’ve been rambling above on the fanart i made here’s the link to the fic!

Please give some love to the author of this fic cause they’ve worked really hard to make this incredible well written fanfic that goes in depth on Transformers. And don’t forget to leave a heart on their fic! Like seriously go and give this a read! The plot hasn’t even gotten to the war part of the Transformers and it’s already so good! And to those who want a various x reader fic where the relationship goes deeper then just characters falling in love without context, this is a fic for you simping boos out there!

[felvahkiir]

Reblog with what your room would be like as a Dark World, I'll go first

-Savanna themed, like a big wildlife preserve

-Vines on the walls with fireflies buzzing around them (vine decor)

-Tons of tall brown grass you'd have to wade through (carpet floor)

-Two prisonlike towers, one smaller and one larger (plushie storage wall & bucket)

-Giant animal Darkners EVERYWHERE (my ridiculously huge collection of animal plushies)

-A giant block of water where the aquatic plushie Darkners hang out (my bed w/ blue comforter)

-Castle made of wood that has three floors plus a basement, also has an art gallery and a library tower in it (my desk + chair + bookshelf + paintings and dragon tapestry next to them)

-Chapter bosses would be two giant dragons that guard the fountain, were putting the animal Darkners in the prison towers in a plan to become the "favorites" via process of elimination (two rubber dragon figurines that I mostly just display and rarely play with)

-Secret boss tasks you with gathering different artifacts (claw rings, a bird skull/helmet thingy, and a black shawl), gather all three and they'll form together into a giant creepy bird wraith that you'll have to fight for the Shadow crystal and a Quartz Dagger (my Halloween costume + quartz crystal shaped into a dagger)

(should I tag people for this idk

eh whatever; @artofeden @carterslayer @sansational-blob

moots, come hither)

[rebrum-raven]

I love the idea that in the grand scheme of things humans are more like the cockroaches of the universe like no matter how hot or cold or utterly unforgiving a place is for life if there is the slightest possibility that life can survive in a place you will still find humans like imagine

Quib's log #46(today markes the fourth week of galactic cycle that I have been stranded I'm space with nothing pushing me forward but my auxiliary boosters and even they have started to give out. Though luckily for me this ship was packed for a much longer trip so I have ample food stocks,but unfortunately for me the power is barely hanging on and is just able to sustain life support so I will be forced to land on the closest planet "able" to support life. I say that but it isn't much more than a glorified blob of water with out a stable anything. The temperatures range from anywhere between cold enough to easly prevent water form boiling in direct heat to hot enough boil me in my shell with out the help of tools.)

Quib's log#47(due to me not having the proper gear to survive in the colder climate I have decided to land on a island separate from the majority of the land to avoid any predators that may exist and that stays almost permanently hot. I have yet to step foot outside of my ship as I still do not know of the air is breathable due to its high levels of co2 and the fact that some how LIFE EXISTS ON THIS PLANET and the fact the one life forming scanned held enough toxins to kill an entire warships crew at once and it DID NOT HAVE LEGS so I have made the decision to stay inside for the time being until I get a reading of the air and that abomination leaves)

Quib's log#48(WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK)

Quib's log#49(my sincerest apologies about the last log. I HAD THOUGHT that this ship was air tight but during the landing a hole was put in the lining into the vents witch means 2 things the air is Not deadly and horrible things could get in, so yesterday as I opened the console to record my log Something skitterd across my window ON THE INSIDE it was tiny but moved so much faster that anything it's size should with its 8 legs and after scanning it as well it turns out IT WAS MORE TOXIC THAN THAT LONG THING so I ran and hid in the air tight food storage where I now- wait what was that *incomprehensible screeching*)

Quib's log 50(i did not expect that twice In a row I would end a memo yelling but the last time I heard something more terrifying than the little thing being in the ship. There was a calm knocking on my ship door. At first I thought I was going insane with the isolation but then I listened closer and heard something quiet it was some sort of vocalization so I used the ships outside cameras to look and saw 2 weird fleshey things they were about a head shorter than me and had these things on them that seemed to take the place of what they lacked in terms of hair scales or shells but what scared me most about them was the fact they weren't running to hide form all the other monsters out there. After a while of poking about the left but I fear they will come back)

Quibs log #51(it appears my fears were true about those things have returned but I think my fears were some what unfounded as when I had my computer scan them it appears that there is nothing quite so terrifying about them besides there above average endurance and there use of primitive tools like cloth to substitute armor but so far they seem to be much less threatening than anything else I've seen so far)

Quibs log #52( I was wrong! I was so so so wrong!! After the fleshey things left I thought I was safe but they once again came back but they came again turns out that the ones who came last time were just the young of that species and they had returned with their parental unit and they proved my previous assumption about there technology wrong as they pulled up in a motorized vehicle and after they got out they used a interment that used PLASMA to cut to enter my ship luckily due to the airlock doors I had time to hide my self in the vents to escape but now they left full access to the out side meaning all the other horrifying things can now get in)

Quibs log #53(I managed to put together what broke my ship. It turns out on further investigation that this planet is basically screaming into the void with all the raido signals being sent out and those managed to interfere with my wireless signals to my thrusters preventing them to fire but this is a good thing for 2 reasons as I was able to decode those signals to create a rudimentary translator and found out thoes fleshy things are caled Humans and if I find a way to block toes signals I can get off this world)

Quibs log #54(thoes humans came back and I managed to try to communicate with them but as it turns out they have multiple languages and I had tried to talk to them in a mix luckily I know this as it still properly translated what they said and luckily for me it appears that other things have visited this planet before as they were unsurprised by my existence)

[urgardenandmine]

alone yet free ☾ - j. suh

summary: the new night guard is a cutie patootie genre: fluff/non-idol au pairing: m!reader x johnny suh word count: 2.9K

i guess the time has come. we have to go. 

as the sun began to rise over the horizon, you stared out the glass window from your place. from your feet, you could feel the pain of the cold hitting you. it was the usual, due to the museum’s weird angled vents. as your eyes scanned the wooden floor, you looked at the paintings as the pain had rose further and further up to your torso. grunting softly, you tried not to acknowledge it yet you could feel your eyes water. your toes felt frozen, as if someone had placed them in dry ice and then held you in suspended animation through cryosleep. 

feeling the sun’s warmth now on your chest and left side of your face, you took in a quick breath as you stood still. you had felt the hairs on your face stand on end, reacting to how your nerves felt being gently cradled by the glowing yellow star. whimpering due to the cold, you plastered on a face of curiosity, staring towards a corner in the ceiling. it was the same corner you had stared at for a while now. the ceiling was peeling, the missing paint patches revealing the ceiling's original material which was mahogany wood. the beams were littered with chandeliers and as well secretively due to the makers of them, cobwebs. you had seen maybe one spider always in the same dusty corner, feeling somewhat jealous due to it’s freedom and being able to express its creativity. 

listening to the wind pick up, you remembered it was spring and that the weather was cooler now. you had heard someone mention where you were last night. the word “london” happens to pop out a lot from people’s mouths, yet you had no idea what that meant. you also heard the word “spring,” which you knew as you weren’t a heathen to the seasons gifted upon you. the birds chirped, flapping their wings as they soon went to begin their chores for the day. 

feeling the coldness reach the crown of your head, you stood in place, unmoving and unwavering in both the physical and emotional. as your ears became muffled, you did your best to decipher. hearing the sound of the door handle wobble, you heard another sound. it was similar to the windchimes yet less majestic, more mechanical. they were getting louder, and more aggressive as the door handle turned. 

key. the word was key. the keys went into the handle. 

pushing open the door was a stout man, adorned in a simple black tee and mustard yellow puffer jacket. his bottoms were a simple brown, nothing too describe due to his uncaring attitude towards his looks. your eyes were blurry yet you could see his outline. it felt like you were watching through stained glass, the objects now appearing like blobs of color. it was as if you had rubbed your eyes, the vision now staticky as well. 

the man let out a booming sneeze, followed by a hard snort as he mumbled words. due to your current hearing situation, you didn’t make out anything that was said. you saw his body disappear into a room that was labeled “storage.” you had no idea what it was but you knew that it must’ve been vast as everyone had placed so many items inside. you had seen a broom, a water broom and even the broom’s companion which was called a “dustpan.” you had seen the man reappear now in the room, bringing out the green broom as he swept the dust into the orange dustpan. it was almost like an opera, seeing him dance around the room and around the other people you were always around. he had begun his usual routine before getting the place ready to accommodate his usual group of friends. 

during his chores, you could hear the faint ticking of the clock. you could see the hours past yet didn’t budge, simply in place as usual. during the passing hours, three people had come into the building during different increments. the first came an hour after the man had come, while the other followed presumably thirty minutes after. the third had come in another hour. the latter had  opened the doors to the building.

as the doors opened, you could hear the small pitter patter of footsteps and growing voices. slowly creeping into your blurred vision, you had seen groups of children, all dressed warmly and in bright color. one girl (you assumed was a girl) was wearing a brightly colored hat. it was almost a bright pink, yet you felt it was too loud. you couldn’t see any of their faces, only their silhouettes and the colors they had chosen for the day. you had seen as well a bunch of other adults, watching over the children and eyeing those around you. in front of the group were those who had appeared in the morning, helping the man clean up, now wearing a black sweater as they seemed to have been talking to the groups. 

you stood still, looking at those as you had seen your comrades also in position. you made eye contact with your friend amara, as she held her dress in her left hand and re-positioned her diadem with her right. she had the same half-smile as usual. looking at her, you felt a small feeling of relief, seeing that she was in-place unlike your last friend, christos. last week, he had decided to switch his positioning, which was funny to you two yet he had earned three days in the other “storage” room. luckily, it was documented that he was known for changing once in a while. 

as the group had passed by you, you had seen the one person you were expecting. he was wearing a forest green “cardigan,” which you had learned from your friend george william burdenell-bruce. the cardigan had a small patch knitted on, which was a small white bunny. you had always wondered what the bunny was named, considering it looked like he always talked to it. he wore gray baggy jeans, with his white tank top tucked into his waist. on his shoulder was the strap that led to a woody, chunky bag. the bag had things attached on it, such as small cute and colorful trinkets. you were always fascinated by the idea of them as they had their own voices when touched, unlike you. 

seeing him eyeing you, you were somewhat intrigued on what part of you had caused them to linger around you every day. oh, i had forgotten to mention. he was always here. he was always eyeing you, intaking every piece of you. he was your secretive yet not so secretive admirer. whether the weather be warm, scorching, soggy, freezing, he was always here in this building. 

one of the workers of the building had approached him. they began to conversate, yet it was hard for you to understand due to the speed of how they were talking. trying to listen in (which was rude yet you had no choice as you couldn’t move away), you tried to break down what they were saying.

“hello there! what’s your name?” the worker asked, doing their job as they had to assist everyone here.

“oh, hey! i’m johnny.” he replied.

johnny. 

jonathan. john. jon. the many variations of that name have yet one base. the name john meant “graced by god” and here he was, gracing you with his presence. 

“hi there, johnny! well, welcome to the alistair museum! i see you found a piece you enjoy.” the worker teased, nudging him ever so slightly. johnny scratched the back of his neck, chuckling as he nodded and looked at them. his eyes then slowly followed to you. another thing i forgot to mention…

you were a simple sculpture.

you didn’t remember much on your home, knowing only the story you were told from your creator and the days and steps leading up to your being.

it was a simple day in your hometown. you lived in a village, well, technically, your creator lived in a village so you did too. you had no idea what continent it was nor what side of the planet, whether it was day or night. as you being made, your creator had mixed the clay that made you with certain “properties.” he had purchased an elixir from the local apothecary, hoping it had made the clay more “lifelike.” what he didn’t know was that the simple elixir was made of blood, which was mixed with herbal water placed in a silver bowl, soaked in the light of a lunar eclipse. 

your creator had mixed the elixir with the simple clay, not realizing they were making life in a bowl to make a simple sculpture. they had taken their time with you, making each crevice and simple limb lifelike, wanting to be known as an artist that people could revere. they had one thought in their mind, to be the best, and with you being made, they were. 

it was after your first transformation, for a lack of a better term. your eyes had opened as soon as the sun had fallen asleep, allowing the moon to awaken everything else in it’s path. you could feel the coldness slowly lift from your smooth skin, almost like a newborn baby’s. your eyes were immensely blurry, as similar to the morning dew on a clear glass. you blinked, clearing them up as you could see your surroundings. you were in a small hut like house, the roof being coned and made of straw. the walls were supported with wooden rods and straw as well, acting as the insulation. you could see specks of clay through the loose yellow strands of stray. next to you were other sculptures, yet half-made or barely started. 

a small gust of wind had caused you to shiver, making you look for a small sheet to cover yourself with. making your way towards a sheet under pottery, you yanked it from under them, causing them to somersault off the table and onto the floor. the sound of five pieces shattering had caused your maker to jump out of their slumber, rushing to the source of the ruckus. in front of their eyes was a living, breathing man, draped in a clay stained sheet. their initial reaction was that of fear, then slowly becoming realization as they had seen you off your stand. approaching you, they recognized their handy work. in the next hour, you were being taught on what the things in life were, as you had taught them that you were a child in the body of an adult.

throughout the years, or centuries, you were passed around owner from owner, being a piece of art with an alluring history. you remember the places you were placed before, such as countries like greece, parts of asia and more. following the never ending changes in location, you began to get lonely, making friends with the animals and the other inhabitants yet seeing either destruction in the days to come or being stolen due to your value. now in this time, you weren’t as lonely as you were now in this place which was labeled a “museum.” though some of the pieces weren’t like you, you enjoyed their company, yet some were like you and that didn’t bode well for them.

the ones not like you were the ones you had labeled the “living,” as they could experience the gaze and warmth of those around them. though it was ironic, you had called them the “living” because of how much people knew of them and how much their stories would live on in history. those like you, you all (such as you, christos and more) decided on the name of the “lifeless,” being stuck in time during the day and yet while alive at night, had nowhere to go. though you as well had stories to your own names, you felt like you were in a prison, unable to leave due to your curses and unable to really experience life due to the chains that were placed upon you as your duty as works of art. due to the immense pain of never being free, the other “lifeless” had chosen to never shed their stoney skin, simply staying in the cold. you, however, had a new reason to live.

the man in front of you was that reason.

he was here weeks before, the week before, and now he was before you. his eyes scanned you, studying every part of you. you felt seen, you felt alive.

now, on this day, he was back again and communicating with the worker, learning more on you. seeing him smile at the small pieces of knowledge that the worker knew, it was almost as if a partner was listening to their partner’s parents brag about their child. he had turned to look at you, smiling as the worker walked away. stepping closer, he chuckled as he whispered softly.

“you’re my favorite piece.” 

hopefully this man was what the kids “single.”

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as time passed, you had been kept company with the man. he had seemed to never leave, being here in the museum for almost the whole day. feeling the time get closer, you hoped for him to leave, knowing that though if you were no longer stuck in this cocoon, you would either run to him or he would do the opposite. you could see the sun rays slowly exit the room, as the workers followed suit. the man, johnny, still didn’t budge and was nowhere near exiting, as he had made his way to another possible “storage room.” it was weird, but he must’ve gotten confused on how to leave. 

with the sun now gone and the moon over the horizon, you could feel all the pieces of stone and clay remove themself from you, allowing your skin to breathe. the feeling of the museum’s cool air made you feel relief. the cold from the AC was different than the creeping cold of the stone, almost more comforting. stretching, you let out a small exhale as you smiled, looking at your surroundings. hopping off your platform, you made your way to a potted plant in the corner. digging through the dirt, you had slowly pulled out a pair of trousers. you were now getting more accustomed to the new world’s rules. 

slipping on the bright pink trousers, you sighed and took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the musty museum. 

“nothing like the smell of dirt and dust.” you stated happily. you soon made your way to your friends, informing them that the man you had fallen for had been back again. making your way down the hall, you waved at the paintings that you had talked to for years, complimenting them on how today they looked “prettier than usual.” turning the corner, you had immediately froze.

on a bench, in front of your friends was the man you were coming to talk about. johnny. sucking in a short breath, you didn’t know what to do. eyeing him, you noticed his clothes had changed. he was now in a navy blue uniform, his belt accessorized with things such as two metal hoops, a black stick and what the people called a “flashlight.” you had no idea what it did but it looked fun. as you gulped, his head turned towards you. he shot up, removing his stick and the flashlight, shining it on you.

“hey! stop!” he barked, causing you to jump. looking at him, you had never seen this side of him. it was authoritative. it was very alluring.

“oh, i’m sorry. i was coming to see my friends.” you explained. he inched forward, holding the stick tight in his left hand. he furrowed his brows, looking you up and down.

“friends? you’re half-naked!” he exclaimed. you look down at your body, confused on what he meant. looking back at him, you titled your head to the right, showing your confusion. as he approached slowly, his face had softened. 

“wait, you look familiar.” he stated, now an inch from you. you blushed softly, looking up at him and into his brown eyes. 

“oh! i’m from here!” you answered, walking back as you made your way back to your platform. you could hear his heavily padded feet follow behind you. reaching your stand, you sat on it and looked at him. you smiled and waved. as you looked towards him, his mouth had fallen open as he began to dance. 

“i knew it! i knew it! the stories were real!” he happily sang, jumping up and down as he looked at you. after realizing he was now talking to a living fairytale, he stopped in his tracks and got closer. he sat beside you, smiling.

“uh, i’m johnny. what’s your name?” he spoke softly, slyly taking off his button up vest and wrapping it around you. 

“no one’s ever asked me before. my name’s [y/n].” 

“it’s pretty.” he complimented, causing you to smile gently. he looked at you, eyeing every part of you. it felt like how he did when you were stone, his eyes full of wonder and curiosity.

“so, how are you real? and what’s the story? and like what’s your favorite color?” he spewed questions like a leaky faucet, making you giggle. he blushed, looking away as he scratched his neck.

“sorry, too much?” he asked, now embarrassed by making himself seem a little needy. you shook your head, slowly grabbing his hand and holding it tightly.

“not at all. we have all night.” 

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inspired by the opening line of kiss of life's "te quiero" and the performance video (stan KIOF!)

sorry if it's not so good! halfway through this writing, i started getting dizzy and light headed TT

i hope y'all enjoy!

[heysawbones]

Earlier today, I asked Google about removing the ink from a gel pen cartridge. Google thought I meant, “how do you revive a dead gel pen?” No. See. Sometimes, when you’re using gel pens in ways they were never meant to be used, you find the ballpoint inadequate. In my case, it was too big to get into tight spots on the doll shoe I was detailing. Gel ink is water soluble. You should be able to paint with it. Right?

But how do you get it out? Is the coverage okay? Folks,

the coverage is excellent.

You can learn how to free the gel ink from its tiny prison, plus the pros and cons below the cut.

Here’s the tools I used, except the hobby/model drill. That turned out to be unnecessary. A syringe, some kind of needle OR stiff catheter of similar dimensions, and scissors will do the trick.

I cut the pen above the stopper and below the ink/air bubble. If a gel pen is old enough or you have enough patience, sometimes you can wiggle the stopper out of the bottom of a gel pen instead. If that’s an option, I’d recommend it for reasons I’ll touch on later.

The tip of a Sakura Gellyroll has two notches in the plastic where the ballpoint head is seated in the grip. I used the eye end of a fat yarn needle to wedge into that notch and loosen the tip and cartridge until I could remove them from the grip. I think you could get away without removing the tip and cartridge, but I found it easier/neater to do it this way.

This shows where I cut into the cartridge: between the end of the air bubble, and the end of the ink. The more ink your pen has, the smaller - and possibly harder to identify - this area is.

Unfortunately, my syringe was not made to be used with a needle. To compensate, I used sticky-tac to cover any air gaps - vacuum is essential to a syringe. I used artist’s tape on top of that to stabilize the connection. You probably don’t need to do this, but if you do, there you go. I bet heavily chewed bubblegum would work, too. Or clay. Or lots of things.

I really didn’t think this would work, due to bad luck with past attempts. It does work.

Here, I’m using a kolinsky sable to pick up the ink but any pointed brush meant for acrylic, watercolor, or ink should do the trick.

THE OPACITY. THE PIGMENT LOAD. THE ABILITY TO DETAIL TINY AREAS

—

PROS.

-Incredibly opaque for something water-soluble and relatively low viscosity

-high pigment load

-very smooth finish

-accessible

CONS.

-If you bought gel pens with the intent of breaking them open for the beautiful ink inside, it would be expensive - especially for decent ink like Gellyroll

-Coverage is not as even with brush as it is with rollerball. This is easy to get around, but noticeable. Build up the coat until it’s opaque and smooth. Do not allow it to dry between coats. Once you’re done, put the item away to dry for as long as you can stand. DO NOT APPLY TOP COAT BY BRUSH

-Slow-drying on many surfaces if applied heavily enough for a smooth finish, but concerningly fast-drying in the syringe. It’s also unclear if recapping the original pen and sealing the cut end will preserve the ink, or if gel ink harvesting is a one-and-done where you will need to take all you can at one time, then store it in an airtight container. I’ve stuffed the cut end of my cartridge with sticky tac and put the cartridge back in the grip/recapped the pen, but it remains to be seen if this is sufficient for storage.

-Your gel pen will never be the same again: even if the ink can be preserved in the original cartridge, breaking the vacuum causes the ink to blob out of the roller ball. There’s a real possibility that this will just leak everywhere out both ends, which is why I recommend preserving the stopper at the bottom of the grip if plausible.

CONS 2,

continued (of detailing models, etc. with gel ink generally, not specifically the brush application thereof)

- Gel ink requires a porous surface. Do not expect to put pen to plastic without primer or Mr. Super Clear. The ink will consolidate centrally (proximal to heaviest application), gapping away from edges.

-Slow-drying: this takes forever, and it is easy to ruin a finish in the meantime.

—Durability: essentially none. Wait at least a few hours after you think the gel is dry, then apply a clear coat. SPRAY ONLY. Do NOT go back over it with a wet brush, as you risk reactivating the ink and ruining all your hard work. Spray works because it is ruining the finish evenly, and therefore, not at all. Wait and then apply the top coat again. These top coats will be your durability.

[amalgjose]

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[gluttonygirls]

Okay, YOUR turn. A character of YOUR choice falling to whichever fate you would deem fit for a factory tour setting...

(Well, considering the framework of you story.)

"Nyehehehe~"

You can see the woman ahead of you giggling to herself, a malicious smile on her face as she keeps looking over her shoulder. In the distance, that massive blob is still wobbling in the riverbed of chocolate, belching and whining about how fat they'd grown. You'd see this lady kick him in, but there was no point in calling her out. The tour was moving on, away from the candy fields and into a research lab.

The tour guide smiled, waving a cane out towards the various machines. It was a packaging facility of some kind.

"And this is where the magic happens! Again! Since the magic is everywhere! But this, this is where they get all those delicious goodies ready for the rest of the world."

They continue on, boasting about how efficient the storage is, how each box is compacted using state of the art techniques to make them bigger on the inside, but you aren't listening.

Instead, you see that smug brat has drifted over to one of the boxes. There seems to be a small mistake. Laying next to the boxes is a single cookie, left unattended. You watch the woman's face, and you can see it in her expression.

"What's the harm in taking just one~" she murmurs, picking it up. Eating it in one bite, she licks her lips.

"...Mmhh~"

"Now, be aware." The tourguide says. "All that compacting really compacts the flavor too! Until these cookies arrive at the store, they're way, way, waaaaay too flavorful to eat! They'd fry your brain with just a bite, so-"

They're cut off by the sound of a rumbling stomach and ripping plastic.

"More!! I need more! Now, now, now!!"

She's whining, stomping her feet as she rips open the box. Her eyes are foggy, completely consumed by gluttony as tears it open. Huffing with greed, she starts stuffing the cookies into her mouth as fast as she can.

Her weight starts to climb as she eats and eats, the box seemingly containing an endless amount. No matter how she stuffs herself, there's more coming out from the box, even as she lifts it to her mouth to start tipping it back.

Her belly strains against her blouse, bloating outwards at a staggering speed. The buttons all shoot off at nearly the same time, flying onto the factory floor. Thickening thighs wobble as they rip through her leggings, and soon she's falling as they get too big to hold her up.

Crashing onto her fatter ass, the padding protects her as she grows. From a petite rear that couldn't fill a single chair, to a couch crushing behemoth of a backside in moments, her fat keeps swelling out all around her.

Soon her hands are too heavy to reach her face, sagging blubber hanging off her biceps dragging them to her sides. More and more, she crept outwards, her huge bust so big that it supported the cookies instead. As she grew bigger, her belly spreading apart her legs as the car sized blob of fat grew fatter, her bust was raised up, tipping the cookies into her face even faster.

Eventually, though, the empty box tumbled from her lips.

"B... Buh?..."

She seems in shock as she finishes her meal. Triple chinned face wobbling as she looked side to side, her fat hands flapped. She couldn't move an inch, as big as the packaging machines that surrounded her. Belching, huffing, a whine rose in her throat.

Would she complain about blowing up to a ton of fat? Whine about how she couldn't move? Blame the tour guide for not warning her?

"Buuuh Aaahhhhmmmm ssshhhttiiillll hhhhuuunnnggggraaayy!!" A whine as she jiggles, the room shaking slightly as she sways on her car crushing rear. No, she's whining that she's out of cookies.

"Aaahhhh wwwaaahhhnnn mmmwwwoooorrreeee!! Gggiimmmee! Ggggiiiimmmmeee nnnooowww!!!"

You just follow the tour guide, looking back worryingly.

...That's two blobs already, before an hour had even passed in the tour...