#Goggles The Spectacled Bear

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The Bear Family

The Bear Family. a odd bunch who came together in a odder way. Two adopted Siblings who struggled on the streets. the brother was sent to juvie. the sister and orphanage, soon adopted by a new family and once the brother got out he redeemed himself to be excepted into his sisters new family.

Scorch The Sun Bear. Hot head adopted brother Luna and adopted sun of Gussa. Member of Team Wisp. Embodiment of The Red Wisps. once a troublemaking street fighter, fixed himself to become the hero his sister sees him as.

Luna The Moon Bear. The Sweetheart adopted little sister of Scorch, and adopted Daughter of Gussa. growing up protected by Scorch not knowing how how they got they're food from. when he was sent to juvie and adopted by Gussa she found a chao garden and longed to be a great protector like how Gussa and Scorch are to her. is pretty much the only person that can Get Gussa and Scorch to calm down. she has a Dark Chao Companion Named Figgie. (Luna/Luni Belongs to my good friend @craftyjellyfishcat @craftysonic127 )

Gussa The Sloth Bear: On her good side you'll fine a caring Mother to her little Luni. but on her bad side like Scorch sometimes is, then you'll see the reason you shouldn't mess with this Bear. fierce enough to rip apart any Badnik, scare most criminals to death, and relentless enough to not stop until you learned your lesson. however deep down her only priority is Luna, Goggles and Scorch and she'll give anything to keep her family together and Happy.

Goggles The Spectacled Bear: The Trusted Friend of Gussa and the "Cousin" of Luna & Scorch. a smart and cautious Bear who prefers to spend his days working on , or being on the computer. if you've ever needed an egghead with a nack for electronics, look no further then Goggles. pretty much the least Dangerous of the Bears alongside Little Luna.

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Kitting Out (a handy dandy list)

Choosing from the list provided by @rapports-de-combat in this post, Murat would pack these items:

Rations for one meal

Water filled waterskin

Change of clothes

Lantern & oil

Pistol and smallsword

However, there are other little treasures from the Lost & Found vault he keeps in his domain. Lost and discarded things from the living world make their way into his domain all the time. Keys, wedding rings, umbrellas, clothes, and wallets and passports end up in his domain. And socks, lots of mismatched socks missing their mate.

Not all of them potentially have use. What good is a smartphone to him, when electricity doesn't work in his domain? No, these are simple things, things that do not require batteries or electricity, or complicated parts to work.

So, in addition to the above things, there are:

A travel-size sewing kit - self-explanatory, if you're Murat.

A blackjack - the smallsword and pistol are preferred, but not necessarily practical, especially if you're in a cramped space. A blackjack is a close-quarters weapon of the last resort.

A folding penknife - the sewing kit scissors won't do in every instance, but neither will a dagger.

Valuables - A small pouch of loose gemstones fallen out of their settings and lost by their original owners and now in Murat's possession. Diamonds, emeralds, sapphire, opals. Some gold and silver jewelry that he came by the same way. A few gold coins left behind by a helpful Roman centurion centuries ago, and maybe even a few coins bearing the profile of the King of Naples himself. These things might come in handy if they need to trade for goods.

A small camp mirror and a small bar of soap - Again self-explanatory, if you're Murat.

One of those really nice travel coffee mugs that keeps drinks cold/hot with a lid and a rubberized bottom - Now this is an indulgence, and Murat would admit as such. A lot of inventions from the times long after he died can leave him baffled, but this is one he can get behind.

A pack of playing cards - at the very least, he can keep himself and others entertained. And if he needs to gamble out of necessity, he's got the tools at hand.

A folding umbrella, but in a completely impractical color. What's the problem with fuchsia? He likes it!

Sunglasses - This may seem like an odd choice, but Murat remembers the road to Moscow, when the dust was thick and choking. Men would cut makeshift goggles and fashion protective eyewear for themselves out of stained glass windows looted from churches. He remembers the endless, killing glare of the sun on Egyptian dunes. Murat remembers all this and he snags a pair of wrap-around sport sunglasses for himself. Even if he doesn't end up needing it for practical reasons, he can look nice. There's plenty of pairs, however, and he ends up packing one for each man in the party.

Finding a pair for Davout is a bit of a challenge though. Murat personally doesn't care, but it also wouldn't do to have the Iron Marshal out of action. The man can't see without his spectacles and finding sunglasses that fit over them isn't easy. Among his piles of knickknacks and lost treasures, Murat finds ski goggles for Davout with a baby pink mirror finish.

When it comes to choosing a wardrobe, Murat not the most practical dresser. He never has been. Who needs to be when one needs to look good? He digs around in his Lost & Found vault, and settles for flared, pinstripe pants, a green and red floral shirt in a pattern he's been told is called "Hawaiian," a wide belt with a sliver and turquoise buckle, and a couple of layered beaded statement necklaces. Knee high leather boots, good for walking and riding. This is all topped off with a white cowboy hat and a leopard print coat. And feathers. Can't forget the feathers.

He is, as an outside observer might comment, a vision in psychedelic boho acid punk. Because he is Murat, and he will not go into battle dressed as a plain peasant. Nope, that just won't do.

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BioArt: When Yeast Became Leonardo da Vinci and Bacteria Went Viral on TikTok

BioArt! A form of expression that practically screams, “Why settle for a boring old painting when you can watch mold bloom on a petri dish?” BioArt, for the uninitiated (looking at you, nose-in-the-phone crowd), is the art movement where artists toss brushes aside in favor of gene-editing tools, petri dishes, and entire bacterial colonies. This is art that’s alive—yes, you heard right, alive. BioArt uses living organisms—yeast, bacteria, fungi, even plants—as a medium. Just imagine your favorite celebrity on TikTok. Now, imagine if their latest ‘fit’ involved live moss and neon-colored fungi. Same level of commitment to shock value.

So, let’s roll up our sleeves, pop on our lab goggles, and dive into the mind-bending world of BioArt, where bacteria are the new Van Gogh and fungi get their five seconds of fame. This is the science of living media, dear students, and yes, that algae on the wall might just be a legitimate art installation.

Now, picture this: You stroll into a gallery, maybe you’re expecting a Picasso or two, maybe a splash of Monet. But instead, you find E. coli carefully painted onto an agar plate in rainbow hues, spelling out something vaguely philosophical about human nature or maybe just the artist’s Wi-Fi password. Welcome to BioArt, where you’re just as likely to see a plant that responds to human touch as you are a mural, and yes, that plant might be rigged to slap your hand away if you get too grabby. Don’t be offended—it’s just a little artful sass.

Take the BioArtist Oron Catts, for instance. This man doesn't “paint” with colors; he sculpts with cells. In one of his exhibits, Victimless Leather, he grew a miniature leather jacket out of living cells—no cows harmed, just a stylish bit of lab-grown couture. Imagine that: a jacket that’s alive but can’t, you know, be worn. It’s a paradox for the ages! Call it wearable art, but only if you’re okay with a slimy jacket that’s both a fashion statement and a biological hazard. And Catts is just the tip of this peculiar iceberg.

If you’re wondering if there’s a point to this madness, well, besides wowing Instagram followers, BioArt dares to ask life’s biggest questions: What does it mean to create with life itself? How much bacteria is too much bacteria? Will a fungus ever surpass the Mona Lisa’s mystery? I know, all this is super relatable, right? You’re welcome.

Now, moving on from the spectacle of it all, let’s chat about the science. You didn’t think this art form could be all fun and games, did you? Oh no, BioArt treads precariously close to the world of bioengineering. Some of these artists, in their lab coats and latex gloves, are more scientist than painter. They manipulate genetic codes as deftly as you edit captions. With CRISPR, the go-to genetic editor of our era, artists are now not just growing cells, they’re customizing them like it’s a Build-A-Bear Workshop for microbiology.

Picture CRISPR as a pair of those impossibly fancy tweezers (like the kind your roommate stole from your bathroom)—it allows scientists and artists to snip and swap DNA with the kind of precision that’d make a watchmaker blush. Now, in the right hands, CRISPR could be used to, I don’t know, cure genetic diseases. But in the hands of BioArtists? It’s used to grow neon-green fish, bioluminescent plants, and, if we’re lucky, something that glows in the dark with a message that says, “Look, Mom, I’m art!”

Yet, as with all things that push the boundaries of “normal,” BioArt is not without its critics. Some ask—aloud, usually, with a finger-wag—whether it’s ethical to use living organisms as canvas and clay. After all, if that moss could speak, would it thank the artist or demand royalties? And what about bacteria? One rogue E. coli in the wrong place, and suddenly your avant-garde exhibit becomes a public health incident. So yes, there’s a bit of a “mad scientist” vibe here. But isn’t that the price we pay for progress, darling? For every Mona Lisa, there must be at least one fungal sculpture that looks suspiciously like it has a life of its own. Balance in all things, right?

But before you go thinking BioArt is just a reckless hobby for lab junkies, let’s get philosophical. (Yes, philosophy—it’s required in any vaguely academic discussion, so buckle up.) These artworks challenge everything we know about art as a static, final product. BioArt literally grows and evolves. That petri dish masterpiece? It might look entirely different by the time you’ve put it on your TikTok feed. Imagine an art piece that defies selfies, that rebels against permanence, that transforms overnight, like that bad bleach job you got at 2 a.m. but with a bit more finesse.

And speaking of living art, let’s not ignore the high-tech “plants as art” phenomenon. A little light genetic engineering, a splash of biotech, and voilà! You’ve got a plant that plays music when you touch it, or one that blinks in Morse code (that one might be saying “water me”). Botanists are turning into artists, and artists are wielding plant DNA like watercolor paints. And hey, with AI and robotics thrown into the mix, it’s only a matter of time before we have “smart plants” that post their own selfies. Just imagine: a cactus with an Instagram page more active than your own. Pure genius, or ultimate existential crisis?

And here’s where things get wild—because BioArt is like that one weird dream you had after watching Stranger Things and downing too much caffeine. Imagine you’re in a world where bacteria become the Banksy of the lab scene, where petri dishes showcase art exhibits about life, death, and whatever lies in between. When art meets science, it’s like The Avengers—epic, a little messy, and with enough philosophical implications to fill a semester of ethics classes.

This fusion of science and art is no small feat. On one hand, we’re using the very tools that might one day cure diseases to create art that, quite literally, rots before your eyes. Is it morbid? Sure. But isn’t it also magnificent, in a way? Like that banana taped to the wall that sold for $120,000, BioArt raises questions—most of which you’ll avoid answering, because it’s easier to just look at the glowing algae and say, “Cool.”

And as for the future? Buckle up, because with CRISPR and other biotech marvels, tomorrow’s BioArt may feature hybrid organisms that haven’t even been invented yet. We could be looking at glowing blue plants designed to light up your living room (who needs lamps?), or bacteria programmed to spell out your name. Maybe you’ll be able to custom-order your own “mini-ecosystem” artwork. Or perhaps there will be a world where artists create petri dish paintings that sing karaoke or perform Shakespeare in yeasty choruses. Art is getting weird, people, and BioArt is at the cutting edge—or should I say, the pipette’s tip.

So, if you’re ever in a gallery and find yourself faced with a bizarre greenish blob that’s bubbling mysteriously, go ahead, look closer. It might be the next Mona Lisa—or at least something weird enough to go viral. And remember, in the world of BioArt, the rules are as alive and unpredictable as the art itself.

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bnw spoonfools

Is everything unfair in class wars?

Stumbled upon Culinary Wars and ganda ng thumbnail, so ayun na nga. Since I missed my doggo babes and my mid babe Vidi is extra clingy, sige na. Tambay bahay muna tayo on a Sabado while updating my small purple circle kasi may super bonding sesh akong namiss because 'di ko nasabing wala ako sa Manila last weekend. LERKZZ.

Bakit ba raw ako 'di nanood ng F1? Tugon: Kahit may free access pa, kakatamad because ang inet and 'di naman ako fan. LELS. Badtrip na ako at nasabay pa 'yang F1 na 'yan sa punta ko sa totoo lang.

Speaking of Vidi, hayyyy. Hassle talagang 'di maging bothered and mag-lean toward "bonus" days na 'yung days niya with us. Tapos extra clingy pa. Dati 'di 'yan lumalapit sa akin. Now, gusto niya, either nasa ilalim siya ng sala set. Or nasa tabi ng home office chair ko. Then, syempre, dahil namiss namin ang isa't isa, nagluto ako ng lamb steak. SARAP. BTW, ayoko ng steak, pero 'pag lamb, actually, anything na lamb saka mutton/kambing, super oks for me. Mura pa saka 'di na masama since hati nga kami. I can clearly see his body detoriorating pero alam mo, ang lakas niya pa rin or baka sabi nga ni Doc A, mga dogs daw, ayaw pinapakita na hindi sila okay. HAYYYY.

Vidi, 5 years pa 'di ba? Or kahit 3? LOL. LUL. Eto na naman tayo. Ang aga-aga.

And so, Culinary Wars is like Food Wars pero totoong tao mga karakter. Part of me says na, Korea is really slaying its comm plan to "run" the world. Kasi napapayag nila mga top chefs aka White Spoons to go head to head with basic chefs aka Black Spoons.

Tawang-tawa ako sa mga feeling A-list na Black Spoons e. :P

Personal fave ko si Master of School Meals agad-agad lalo nung hindi na magets ni Anh Sung-jae kung na-override ba ng nostalgia ang judgement niyang putok na putok na parang minsan unnecessary na. Ajumma siya na super humble lang and ugly delicious ang paganaps. Gusto ko rin si Hidden Genius kasi kamukha niya brother ng one of my purple peeps saka pak siya e. New breed. Love ko rin si Comic Book Chef kasi sobrang weird niya and I think, he'd be ruling the Korean food scene soon and the world, too. Sa White Spoons naman, si Edward Lee lang gusto ko. LOL. Very hippie vibe siya pero alam mong he's just upping the ante of his folio rin naman. Fun-sized din siya kaya very interesting din.

Special mention kay Napoli Matfia because naman, ang galing niya gumawa ng risotto talaga with feelings for 100 people na naka-time pressure. Also, dami niyang tattoo and ganda ng hair niya ngayon. Onti lang followers niya sa IG pero as a girllyyyy na 'di masyadong bet pasta and Italian food, ten points for him diyan.

Etong CW mala-Squidgame x 100 x Parasite. Tawang-tawa ako sa divide nila lalo nung naka-choogadoog ang mga Michelin Star chefs. Oh, the fallen stars. Eto na talaga ang testament that badges like Michelin Stars are but... badges. Lalo na kung uukilkilin mo ang ang historicity nito. May mga nagsasabing kaya may paganito is marketing na naman para mas mag-travel on wheels ang mga tao in the name of good food 'di umano. 'Di ako kasi fan ng mga awards sa food. Nasa pila 'yan ng mga legit na 'di forda gram talaga. LOL. As an example, wala bang sobrang sarap na pang-Michelin na Pinas-grown talaga? LOL. ULOL.

Compare mo Hawker Chan sa JT's Manukan. LELS. Syempre, bias ako sa DTF kaya let's not go there, pero gets ba? Kahit andaming mas oks na mala-DTF sa mga Chinatown dito sa Pinas. Parang may cocaine kasi talaga 'yung DTF crispy beef strips na wala naman talaga siyang bearing pero nakaka-adik.

Andaming oks na food dito lalo outside Manila na laban kung laban sa mga foreign ones. Another example is 'yung Jay Fai x Crab Omelette sa BKK. LOL. Seryoso, oks lang siya. 'Di siya super duper sarap. Spectacle lang talagang panoorin si Madam with her goggles. Not to diminish her worth ha. 'Yung sa totoo lang talaga tapos ang mahal pa. LOL.

Anyway, maganda ang mix ng boomer and millennial judges ng CW. Ganda ng fit ng suit ni Anh Sung-jae and the very Coach Anzai vibe ni Paik Jong-won. Pero again, seeing them side by side is sending a strong yet very subtle/sublime message na: Korea has to keep up to make its food accessible to the world. EMYYY. Galing ng agenda setting netong show na 'to. Bagong Finazzz, let's go! Sa ngalan ng galing ng Vagung Lifunannnn sa ganda-gandahan at optics. LOL. Kunin niyong direkkxxx si Here Cums D Sun ulit para on brand na on brand kayo. HIHIHIHIHIHI.

Loveeee talaga the suit na 'di black kaya kahit 'di igop si Anh Sung-jae in all levels, gesi. PUSH. Hassle din mag-nitpick 'to e. Parang akala mo nakasalalay sa bawat salita niya ang career at folio niya. Plus the textured skin na 'di "Korean white" is just giving realness vibes din naman.

Sana manalo mga Black Spoons. As in. Pero oks lang din if manalo si Edward Lee.

As a homecook myself, ganda netong show na 'to. At the end of it all, it's all about the taste. Dagdag na lang talaga ang estetik lalo nung nag blind tasting x judging mode sila. 'Di naman need ng fancy kitchen set up unless gusto mo talagang mag-experiment pero in terms of texture atbp., kung magaling kang mag-combine ng kung ano mang meron ka sa pantry mo, goods na 'yan.

Plus, travel to taste and experience food. Kasi iba rin kapag andun ka talaga sa mismong lugar kung saan puwede kang kumuha ng inspiration sa pagluluto mo. Adapt mo na lang sa kung saan ka mang lugar based para 'di rin hassle 'yung logistics. So, sa susunod na Malaysia and Taiwan, makapag-cooking class nga sa mga legit local ajumma at noona after biking. Gusto ko ulit 'yung tulad sa Hanoi na mamalengke ka talaga and all.

Also, 'yung foundations ng cooking lalo preparing the ingredients. Kaya ko love na love si Master of School Meals, ang galing niya mag-hiwa tapos ang bilis pa. Sana all. Pinaka nakakatamad talaga mag-hiwa. And mga basics like ano bang tamang pagpapa-tender ng mga karne, seafood, and veggies.

And don't cook talaga forda feed. Feed the souls talaga siya.

Though experience and wisdom pa rin talaga, 'di rin 'yan basta-basta maha-hack. Ganda ng skillset ng mga White Spoons. Very classy. Very demure. EMYYY. Saka ang linis nilang mag-luto. Sana all. LELS.

So, anong luto kong next? Tocino, bacon, saka ham. Saka baka misua na may sardinas na 'di masabaw. Plus, gonna cook a Korean dinner in time for December na rin. Practice mode though 'yung Korean beed stew ko nung nakaraan, ayun, nilagay ng tatay kong pakitong-kitong 'yung sabaw na natira sa freezer para daw may ulam siya 'pag tinatamad siya magluto.

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Fallout: New Vegas Robot Humanization Headcanons!

i got into fnv recently and i am totally normal about the game i swear (/lh). and recently some ideas of humanizing some of the many robots you see in the game hit me like a brick so now I'm just gonna throw those thoughts out into the open here! here we go Yes Man TV visor screen. Constant smile but his eyes (and voice especially) can properly hold his true emotion for him. Has that Wario build (buff chubby). Has power armor as a treat. I think it'd be funny if he was just always wearing a hat, for no reason. He has a different hat every time you look at him.

ED-E Football helmet, adorned with a few antenna. Has a jetpack. Somewhere between 2 to 3 feet tall. I think he deserves a few short robo-tentacles either attached to his back exactly or attached to his jetpack to help him be able to hover. Probably an amputee in one arm. Big big eyes, glowing and full of loyalty Fisto

Tall. Is 6 feet at least. Tempted to give him buff chubby/dad bod status as well, since he's presumably got very strong arms. Wears booty shorts and sandals. Eyes covered by some sort of hat to pit his mysterious vibe to him despite the buff chubby/dad bod build and booty shorts + sandals fit

Victor Medium height, pretty much looks the exact same as what you can see on his Securitron screen. Cowboy fit and all, the kindest, rootiest and tootiest cowboy this side of the Mojave SPOILERS FOR OLD WORLD BLUES DLC UNDER THE CUT

The Think Tank gang Klein, I think he's like. Mentally in his 50's. Would have some gray hairs, probably wears round spectacles. Wears a turtleneck and sweater vest under his lab coat. Has a sky blue tint to his whole form.

0, he's definitely got square glasses. Mentally in his mid 20's, wears a plaid button-up with a clip-on the along with the lab coat. Has a darker blue tint to his form.

Dala, she absolutely, constantly has lab goggles on, especially if in the presence of a Lobotomite. They probably fog up every time she's like. Super close to one. Wears form-fitting clothing, I wanna say, along with the lab coat and all, maybe even having some sort of bears paw talisman just for giggles. Has a purple tint to her form.

Borous, oh buddy. Farmer hat, tank top, overalls, the lab coat is tied around his waist, he has CONTACT LENSES. Since his experiments always kept taking his glasses away from him, if they were capable enough to. Has a camo green tint to his form.

8... Oh 8. Probably wears a scarf or bandana around where his mouth is. I wanna say he'd have vitiligo, caused by his voice getting fried and screwed during the attack 0 describes. Glasses have octagonal frames. Has four bracelets on each arm, made them himself. Wears/has headphones. Has a light green tint to his form. The Sink Personality Modules (at least, the ones I've found so far) Light Switch 01? she seems like she'd have, like... hmm, hard to say. There could be some bioluminescence/glow to her that can toggle off and on on account of being a light switch, and i feel like she'd have a sweater. specifically, like, a sweater dress sort of feel. but that's all i've got for her

Book Chute? British. monocle owning, clean mustache having, dress suit wearing, dirty blond comb-over styling, always has a book in hand 95% of the time, with the 5% of the time he still has a book in his hand, but in the other hand is a whole tube of white-out. he's terribly great.

Blind Diode Jefferson, my man. sitting in a rocking chair, with a prosthetic leg, faded scars and bruises lining his arms, always has a pile of instruments laying by his sides. chipped tooth in his smile, tinted shades, messy hairbun, loose jazz musician clothes, my man's got the jazz fedora- you know the kind of fedora or hat that jazz artists have sometimes? That, he has That. i love him so so so much

Central Intelligence Unit? British, but more bearable, despite the well-ironed butler outfit. no monocle, but i feel like he'd have like. a cravat. and maybe a little top hat. is always doing something whenever you enter the Sink. i think he has something similar to Yes Man's TV visor, but it's more like a computer screen

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Artifact Series S

Saburo Miyakawa's Hachimaki *

Sacagawea's Cradleboard

Sacagawea's Indian Peace Medal

Sacred Papyri of Seleucia *

The Saddle of Bayard

Sadhu Fingernails

Sailor Mars' Transformation Pen

Saint Cuthbert's Chapel Gargoyle *

Saint George's Ring

Saint George's Lance and Shield

Saint James' Fuller's Club

Saint Jude's Carpenter's Rule

Saint Jerome's Lion Claw Thorn

Saint Lucia's Skull

Saint Matthew's Tax Lodger

Saint Matthias' Axe

Saint Nicholas' Gift Bag

Saint Nicholas' Three Stockings

Saint Patrick's Bell

Saint Paul's Cross-Hilted Sword

Saint Paul's Letter

Saint Peter's 2 Keys

Saint Peter's Sword

Saint Philip's Basket

Saint Sebastian’s Arrow

Saint Simon's Saw

Saint Thomas' Carpentry Square

Saint Valentine's Amethyst Ring

Sakyo Komatsu's Typewriter Ink Ribbon

Saleh's Camel Bone

Salem Saberhagen Animatron

Sallah, the Soothsaying Sultan *

Sally Rand's Ostrich Feather Fans

Sally Tompkins' Medical Kit

Salmaan Taseer's Glasses

Salt from Dallol, Ethiopia

Salvador Dali’s Cane

Salvador Dali's Moustache Wax

Salvador Dalí's Paintbrush

Salvation Army Bell

Salvator Fabris' Fencing Doublet

Salzburg Marionette Theater Marionette

Samantha Smith's Cap

Sam Hide's Half Crown

Sam Loyd's Black Queen

Sammy Davis Jr.'s Mezuzah

The Samsara Lotus

Sam Sheppard's Wrestling Boots

Sam Snead’s Golf Bag

Samson's Jawbone *

Samuel Allison's Dark Tinted Goggles

Samuel Clemens' Riverboat Whistle

Samuel Colt's Gun Barrel

Samuel Franklin Cody’s Kite

Samuel J. Seymour’s Safety Pin

Samuel Loring Morison’s Magazine Rack

Samuel Madden's Letter Opener

Samuel Pepys' Monocle

Samuel Pepys' Wheel of Parmesan Cheese

Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Fishing Net *

Samuel Whittemore’s Musket

Samuel Ruben’s Batteries

Samus Aran's Armor

Sancho II of Portugal’s Ciborium

Sandbags from the Great Mississippi Flood of 1927

The Sanderson Sisters' Black Flame Candle

Sandford Fleming's Postage Stamp

Sands of Hiroshima

Sands of Iwo Jima *

Sands of Normandy

Sandstone Bricks from the Pyramid of Giza

Santa Claus™ Hat

Santiago Ramón y Cajal's Microscope

Santorini Event Pumice Stone

Sapphires of Vali

Sarah A. Bowman’s Bread Tray

Sarah Bernhardt's Evening Gloves

Sarah Knauss' Personal Compact Mirror

Sarah Osbourne's Dress

Saraswati’s Veena

Sargon the Great's Mirrors *

Saturn V

Saxon Yule Log *

Sburb Beta Disks

Scaenae Frons from the Theatre of Dionysus

Scallop Shell of Zebedee

Scarab of Imhotep *

The Scarab Beetle Statue of Luxor

Scarecrow's Mask

“Scary” Lucille Ball Statue

Schaefer Beer Tray

Scheherazede's Bracelet

School of Salmon

Schrodinger's Cat

Schwinn Exercise Bike

Scope & Rifle from Elbe Day

Scorpion's Ropedart

Scorpus' Chariot

Scot Halpin’s Tour Jacket

Scott Joplin's Cigarette Case *

Scott Joplin's Piano *

Scott Joplin's Score for A Guest of Honor

Scott O'Grady’s Ejection Seat

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Scroll of Qi

The Sea Cat

Searchlight from Alcatraz

Seat from Global Airlines Flight 33

Seaweed Stone Ball

Second Chance Heroes Artifacts

Secondo Pia’s Flashbulb

Secretariat's Horseshoes

Sedna's Seashell

Seductive Spectacles

SEES's Evokers

Selene's Tiara

Self-Answering Rotary Phone

Self-Constructing Building Blocks

Self-Replicating Birthday Candles

Senchán Torpéist's Lute

Seneb's False Door

Seraphim of Sarov’s Icon and Lestovka

Serial Killer Camera *

Serial Killer Hook

Sergeant Stubby's Coat

Sergei Brukhonenko's Autojektor

Sergei Korsakoff's Ruble Coin

Sergei Prokofiev's Chess Board

Sergio Corbucci's Personal Script of Django

Sergiusz Piasecki’s Grammar Book

Sessue Hayakawa’s Pierce Arrow

Seth Kinman’s Elkhorn Chair

Seth MacFarlane's "Family Guy" Concept Art

Seti I's Obelisk

Severus of Athens' Cronus Ring

Sexist Pickle Jar

Shah Jahan’s Peacock Throne

Shah Jahan's Taj Mahal Spire

Shaista Khan’s Sash

Shards of the Cross of St. Andrew

Sharicite Pendants

Shaka Zulu's Nkoka

Shaka Zulu's Iklwa

Shamu's Tank

Shang Rang's Army Shield

Shaolin Temple Robes

Sharbat Gula's Shawl

Shard from the Lens of the Lighthouse of Alexandria *

Sharkeisha's Winter Hat

Sharpie Permanent Marker

Sheet Music of Faerie's Aire and Death Waltz

Sheldon Silverstein's Guitar

Sheldon Silverstein's Shaving Razor

Shelvern's Black-Magic-Eyed Peas

Shell Fragment from the V-1 Doodlebug

Shem Drowne's Grasshopper

Shennong’s Plow

Sherman Adams’ Fur Coat

Sher Shah Suri's Helmet

Sheut Statuette

Shield from the Battle of Thermopylae

Shifting Chicken Egg

Shig Murao's Copy of "Howl"

Shigechiyo Izumi's Kimono

Shig Murao's Copy of "Howl"

Shigeru Miyamoto's Keyboard

Shinichi Suzuki's Violin

Shirley Jackson's Jewelry Box

Shiro Ishii's Medal *

Shirt of Nessus

Shivaji’s Bagh Naka

Shizou Kakutani's Geometry Set *

Shoes from the Tank Man

Shoichi Yokoi's Uniform

Shō Shin's Tonfa

Shotaro Ishinomori's Pen and Sketch Pad

Shower Head from "Psycho" *

Shylock's Coin Purse

Siberian Jukebox

Siberian Mammoth Tusk

Sigismund I the Old’s Tankard

Sigismund’s Order of the Dragon Emblem

Sigmund Freud's Cigar *

Sigmund Freud's Glasses

Sigmund Freud's Lighter

Sigmund Freud's Mantle Clock *

Sigmund Freud's Marble Tablet

Sigyn’s Bowl

Silap Inua Totem

Silene stenophylla

Silencing Librarian Glasses

Silk Sash of Mulan

Silver Bracelet *

Silver Bullet

Silver Cross Tavern Barrels

The Silver Crystal

Silver Necklace from the Atacama Desert Mines *

Silverpilen

Silver Transmuting Goblet

Simeon Bourgeois' Torpedo Shell

Simo Häyhä's Rifle

Simon Tookoome's Bullwhip

Simonides of Ceos' Tally Stick

Simon Stevin's Windmill

Sinclair Lewis' Desk

"Singin' in the Rain" Umbrellas

The Singing Bone

Sinon's Helmet

Sir Gawain's Jousting Helmet *

Sir Mix-A-Lot's Bling Ring

Siren Rock Pendent

Sister Parish's Rose Brooch

Sitting Bull's Riding Blanket *

Skanderberg's Helmet

Skeleton Key

Ski Gloves

Skip to My Lou Violin

Skis from the Winter of Terror

Slava Raškaj’s Alabaster Owl Carving

Slavoljub Eduard Penkala’s Hot Water Bottle

The Slayer's Scythe

Sledge Hammer from the Ohio State Prison Fire

Slender Suit

Slot Machine

Slow Mo Guy's Lab Coats

Slue-Foot Sue's Bustle

Smenkhkare's Coffin

Smiling Dog Photograph

Smell Negating Clothespin

Smokey Yunick's Cowboy Hat

Smoking Railroad Spikes *

"Snakeman's" Basket

Snarky Reading Glasses

Sneezing Panda Video Camera

Snowman Jack-in-the-Box

Snow White's Apple

Snow White's Mirror

Sobriety Coin

Soccer Ball from the Death Match

Sock Sowachowski's Hat

Socrates' Cup *

Socrates' Toga

Sodom and Gomorrah Salt Mask *

Sogdianus' Scimitar

Soichiro Honda's Bicycle Pedals

Solac Electric Toaster

Soldier of Fortune's Cloth Cap

Solomon W. Golomb's Polyominoes

Sonman Mine Pickaxe

Sonny and Cher's Old West Costumes

Sopdet's Star

Sophie Blanchard's Costume

Sophie Lyons' Gloves

Soren S. Adams' Jam Jar

Southern Cross Expedition Candle Holder

Souvenir Ashtray *

SpaceShipOne

The Spaghetti Tree

Spanish Flag from the Battle of Rocroi

Spanish Inquisition Costumes

Spartan Armor *

Spartacus' Armor

Sparticus' Retiarius *

Special Order 191 Cigars

Speed-Reading Lamp (canon)

Sphinx's Gear

Sphinx's Nose and Tablet

Spiked Torture Mask (canon)

Spindle from the Duke of Exeter's Daughter Torture Rack (canon)

Spirit of St. Louis' Propeller Spinner

Spine of the Saracen *

Splattering Heinz Ketchup Bottle

Spoon from Al Capone's Soup Kitchen

Spirit of St. Louis' Propeller Spinner

Spirit Tablets from the Boxer Rebellion

Spitball-Producing Straw

Spriggan Wings

Spring-Heeled Jack's Boots

Spyridon Louis’ Fustinella

Srinivasa Ramanujan's Stick

Squee's Teddy Bear, Shmee

SS Andrea Doria

SS Baychimo

SS Indiana's Hand Bell

SS Noronic Whistle

SS Violet, Griffon

Stack of 12 Cans of Campbell’s Soup *

Stacked-Deck Poker Table

Stadium Seats from the 1896 Olympics

Stage Door from CBGB's *

"Stagecoach" Mary Fields S&W .38 "Lemon Squeezer"

Stagelight from the UFO Club

Stairway B Railing

Staff of Set

Stamata Revithi's Document

Stan Rogers's Wedding Ring

Stanislaw Ulam's Calculator

Stanley Green’s Placard

Stanley Kramer's Film Reel

Stanley Thornton Jr.'s Baby Bottle

Stare Promoting Glasses

Star Jelly

Starkad's Norse Pendent

S.T.A.R.S. Samurai Edge Pistol

State vs Bonner Cap Gun

Statue from Trajan’s Column

Statues of Castor and Pollux *

Statue of Euryale

Statue of Heket

Statue of St. Bartholomew

Statues from the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus

Statues of Zeus and Hera

Statuettes of Aphrodte and Eros

Steam Locomotive from the Burma Railway

Steel Girders From Warehouse 12

Stefania Follini’s Guitar

Stephen Decatur's Disguise

Stephen Hawking's Wheelchair

Stephen Hillenburg's Hawaiian Shirt

Stephen Wiltshire's Pen

Steve Bolander's '58 Chevy Impala

Steve Brodie's Dummy

Steve Clemente's Knife Box

Steve Irwin’s Australia Zoo Patch

Steve Jobs' Hardrive

Steve Kordek's Pinball Machine

Steve McQueen's 650cc Triumph TR6 Trophy Motorcycle *

Steven Spielberg's Clapper Board

Stewart Farrar's Besom

Sticky String *

Stingy Jack's Turnip Lantern

"Stinking" Bishop's Kettle

St. Stephen's Church Weather Vane

Stolen Arm of Shiva

Stone-Changing Cheese Knife

Stone from Stonehenge *

Stone from the "Wailing Wall"

Stones from The Dancing Plague of 1518

Stones from the Flims Rockslide

Stone of Destiny

Stone of Truth

Stonewall Inn's Neon Sign

Stonewall Jackson's Piece of Shrapnel

Storage Door Knob

Stormtrooper E-11 Blaster Rifle

Strait of Messina Grindstone

Straightjacket from St. Mary of Bethlehem Asylum

The Straw that Broke the Camel's Back *

Studio 54 Disco Ball *

Stuffed Speckled Chachalaca

St. Valentine's Day Massacre M1 Thompson

Subtle Knife

Sucellus' Hammer

Sugar Ray Robinson's Pillow

Sugar Skull

Sulla's Grass Crown

Summer Camp Inflatable Mattress

Sunbeam Mix Master

Sundiata Keita’s Balafon

Sunny Malone's Chalk Drawing

Sunrise High Sierra Camp Hat

Sun Tzu's Dao Sword

Sun Tzu's "The Art of War"

Superman's Suit

Supermarket Sweep Shopping Carts

Susan Hayward's Silk Dress

Susan Nolen-Hoeksema’s Glasses

Susanoo's Totsuka-no-Tsurugi (Sword of Strength)

Su Song's Armillary Sphere

Suzanne Oldsworth's Silver Thimble *

Svante Arrhenius’ Gloves

Svetlana Pankratova's Shoes

Svyatoslav Nikolayevich Fyodorov's Patient's Glasses

Sweeny Todd's Barber Shop Razor

Swiss Miss-Hap Mug *

The Sword in the Stone

Sword of Damocles

Sybil Leek's Smudge Fan

Sydney Newman's Rotary Phone

Sylvanus Morley's Pith Helmet

Sylvester Graham's Original Graham Crackers

Sylvia Browne's Pearl Earrings

Sylvia Plath's Typewriter *

[yeahgen]

❄️

christmas/winter meme | ❄️play  in  the  snow  with  my  muse  

one.

Pow!

The snowball gets him in the back of the head before its remnants trickle down his collar, nearly making Fudou choke on his bottle of amazake. Hissing at the cold, the tantou tugs at his hoodie while glaring behind him. “Hey, what’s the big idea!?”

‘Not my fault you were spacing out.’

‘Here, I’ll give you another chance.’

“Yag–” Fudou cuts off mid-cry to duck out of the way of a second snowball, then grabs a handful of snow to make one of his own. “Take that!”

Yagen turns his head sideways so the projectile flies by harmlessly, then curves his lips into a smirk. ‘Alright guys, you know what to do.’

“Yeah!”

“Leave it to us, Yagen-nii!”

“You’re outnumbered, Fudou!”

“Th-this isn’t fair!” Fudou cries before being buried under the  avalanche of an Awataguchi assault.

An hour later, he’s still grumbling at the kotatsu when Yagen pushes a cup of tea at him across the table. ‘Feeling warmer now?’

“Feelin’ drier at least.”

‘Dry is good,’ Yagen peers at him softly before brushing his fingers past Fudou’s cheeks. ‘You’ll warm up faster that way.’

Fudou snorts. “Who’s th’ one that nearly froze me to death in the firs’ place?!”

‘Can’t get warm without starting out cold,’ Yagen’s tone is flippant, his motions smooth as he settles squarely behind the other and hugs him around the waist.

“Oi, you’re freezin’!”

‘Not for long~’

“Leggo! Eh, your icicle hands–!!”

‘Maaaake me.’

“Don’t think I can’t!” They tussle, but Fudou has the disadvantage with his legs still under the kotatsu. In the end, he falls back exhausted into Yagen’s lap, blinking back tears from the other’s surprise tickle attack.

“That wasn’t fair.”

‘Nope.’

“Jeeeeerk,” he huffs and goes to wipe his eyes, but the other catches them by the wrists. “Eh?”

‘I got it,’ Yagen murmurs, then leans in to kiss the droplets away.

“Wh–what are you–” Fudou blusters.

‘Well, I couldn’t use my hands when they were holding yours, could I?’ Yagen teases before letting him go. ‘It was worth it just to see the expression on your face.’

Fudou turns an angry shade of tomato red. “You–”

‘You’ve warmed up by now, right?’ Yagen pipes up helpfully.

“Yagen!”

‘Hahaha…!’ 

I love you, Fudou Yukimitsu. More than anything else in the world.

two.

Nom.

‘Hm. Doesn’t taste like anything after all.’

“Yagen, did ya just eat a snowflake.”

‘A few, actually.’

“Aren’t they just frozen water?” Fudou mutters. He’s sure he’s heard Yagen explain about the science of snow before to his brothers once upon a time. “It’s not gonna taste like much.”

‘Just checking.’ The spectacled tantou puts his hands in his pockets and leans back against the back of the bench, staring up at the skies. ‘After hearing about all these gifts, I’m starting to question the reality of this place.’

“The cold’s real ‘nough.”

‘Hah, true.’

“Fudou-nii!” 

Both of them look up at the sound of a voice to see Oshima toddling towards them, nearly staggering beneath a giant ball of snow in his arms. Behind him are Goto and Sato, each hugging snowballs of their own. “Come help us build a snowman!”

“What, did you guys get all tha’ by yourselves?” Fudou tuts at the view, feeling an odd mixture of amusement and pride. “Nice job.”

Oshima beams at him. “Yeah!”

“Yagen, wanna help out?” Fudou tosses back as he takes the giant snowball from the smaller tantou’s arms.

Yagen smiles and shakes his head. It’s rare for Fudou to spend time with all his brothers, after all. ‘I’ll just–’

“C’mon, Yagen-nii!”

“Yeah, Yagen-nii should help out too! You’re taller!”

“We can build lots of snowmen together!”

The excited cries of the Yukimitsu brothers drown him out. Oshima, now with hands free, runs forward and simply grabs him by the hand. “You gotta help us find stuff fo’ their faces!”

Let it be said that Yagen Toushirou was never one to refuse requests from a younger brother. And thus, the five of them ended up building an entire family of snowmen that afternoon, one for each of their siblings there in the city. 

At the end of it all, Yagen and Fudou stand side by side, marveling at the view while the younger Yukimitsu brothers run around their creations like a festival float.

“Mm, that one over there’s not bad lookin’,” Fudou nods sagely towards a certain snowman wearing glasses over its nose. Yagen exhales, smirking at the snowman with the sliced top of a pineapple sticking out of his head like hair. 

‘I’d say the one next to it looks even better.’ 

They exchange glances, then break out into laughter. Fudou’s the first to hug him, but Yagen gets the kiss–a small one snuck on a cheek, then a soft whisper by an ear.

‘I love you, Fudou Yukimitsu. More than anything else in the world.’

three.

Crunch.

He stops at the top of the hill, digging his skis into the snow. From this height, the research team and their platform look like ants. Fudou squints behind his goggles, but fails to pick Yagen out from the other mass of white labcoats.

Instead, he hears the familiar crackle in his earpiece before the scientist speaks. ‘All systems go. How are you doing from your end, Fudou?’

“S’fine. View’s great.”

‘That’d be the special ultraviolet guard we put on the goggles. They’re anti-fog and anti-glare, better than anything else on the market.’

“Yeah, I bet.” He’d just tossed out a comment, but trust Yagen to hyper-focus on the details as always. “So whaddya want me to do this time?”

‘Sit back and enjoy the show. These are automatic skiis, we’re supposed to test if they can take you down the slopes unaided.’

“Uh-huh. And if I fall?”

‘You won’t,’ Yagen’s voice is flush with certainty. ‘The R&D team’s designed this with a million self-balancing sensors in mind–and besides, you’re not that bad of a skiier.’

“Right. So these for those rich lazy folks or somethin’?” Fudou tests the skiis by balancing on one foot. Amazingly, the skii rights itself in the snow before he ever gets close to tipping over. He’s more used to handling prototype weapons and other nasty gadgets, so fooling around with a toy seems…odd.

‘Sort of. They’re going to be marketed to the disabled elite so they can get back to doing the things they love. No one’s ever invested into the field because everyone’s looking for miracle cures instead, but the company figures we can do both.’

“Your company’s got a whole lotta pies t’finger, huh.”

‘Haha, something like that. Anyways, I’ll make sure you’re not bored on the way down, so have fun!’

“Sure thing, doc.” And as usual, Fudou waits for the countdown before he pushes off the mountain. Again, it takes him time to adjust to new tech–the automatic skiis seem to take over as his legs and feet, directing him to the smoothest path down the mountain. Whenever he tries to go a different route, the skiis relinquish control, but he doesn’t stay there long before they bring him back to smoother snow instead. 

About a third of the way down the hill, Yagen sends a giant boulder after him. It’s around the same time ramps start showing up in the slopes, so Fudou simply glides over one that takes him airborne in a 360 degree flip that lands him behind the careening projectile. Built in lasers disintegrate the massive ball to dust before it can crash onto the researchers below. 

After that come other obstacles: pop-up trees, falling objects, a storm of snowballs pelting him from the side; with the skiis keeping him on his feet, he only has to focus on speed and evasion to avoid the lot, working the slopes like a decades-old pro. By the time he reaches the bottom of the hill, Yagen’s the first the clap him on the back and offer him a detailed breakdown of all his adventures on the mountain. Then he sends him back up the lift for another run. And another and another, because all good tests bear repeated trials. Besides, it’s not much work when gravity’s on his side, right?

By the end of Run 21, he’s called to take a break and sinks into the chair prepared for him. Two assistants help him take off his skiis while Yagen plods over in his snowboots, tablet in hand. ‘It’s really amazing, these results,’ he prattles on. ‘Especially in relation to your stamina! Fudou, you only exhibited a 0.8% decrease in speed dodging that boulder this run compared to the first!’

“Yeah well, I probably used th’ energy kickin’ it to pieces in the run before that,” Fudou shrugs. “How’d ya get so many boulders, anyways?” Each trial saw a new ball of death–sometimes two and finally three–hurtling down the hill to crush him.

‘Recycled waste,’ Yagen says briskly, and then brightens as he spots a promising new trend of data. ‘It looks like we’ve uncovered a notable design flaw in the boards. R&D will be happy that we’ve caught it.’

“Uh-huh.” Fudou waits for Yagen to stop gloating over the research, but when time stretches on, he gets impatient and tugs on the scientist’s sleeve. “So…we done now?”

Yagen blinks, then checks his watch. ‘Yeah, you’re free to go. Good job today as always.’

That’s it? He rubs his nose (still sore from the cold) and tugs at Yagen’s sleeve, scowling slightly.

‘What?’ his partner spares him a glance.

“Ya gonna say anythin’ else?” he asks.

The scientist tilts his head to one side, then grins. ‘Your nose is red.’

Fudou wrinkles it in protest. “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.”

‘You snore when you sleep.’

“So do you.”

‘You’re pretty.’

“Tch, compliments won’t getcha anythin’.”

‘It sounds like you just want attention.’ Bemused, Yagen moves to pet him on the head, gloved hand running through spiky purple hair. ‘Be good, I’ll play with you after work.’

“Yagen,” Something in Fudou bristles at the words, and it shows in the way he bares his teeth. 

Almost feral, Yagen thinks, and wonders how much he’s really tamed out of the stray he took in from the streets. But he indulges him anyways and leans in to plant a kiss on his forehead. ‘Alright now, don’t get mad. I know it’s been a long day. Let’s have dinner out tonight, hm? My treat.’

“It’s always your treat,” his boyfriend arches an eyebrow, unimpressed.

‘Not when I make you cook,’ Yagen shoots back. ‘And I won’t tonight, because I love you, Fudou Yukimitsu,’

‘…more than anything else in the world.’

His best, his precious, and most cost-efficient test subject boyfriend. Really, who would complain with such a two-for-one deal?

[festivalpostermaker]

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Trinkets, Valuable, 3: More useful than simple baubles touched mystery, these items have either a clear purpose, a reliable ability or are made from a fairly costly material. The items could fetch fair prices to collectors of the strange, jewelers, antique or art dealers or simply to barter with if the owner is short on actual currency.

A 30 foot length of supple, incredibly strong rope. It can hold five times as much as a typical hemp rope but is twice as heavy and bulky.

A beautiful beaten copper amulet that hums whenever you face or travel south.

A beautifully carved jade headdress patterned with arcane runes.

A bizarre whistle that expels floating motes of Randomly Colored light when blown. The motes dissipate after a few seconds

A black chitin mask that covers the mouth that allows the bearer speak to beetles and scorpions. It doesn’t grant the insects any greater intelligence or the ability to speak back.

A black silk armband that causes the bearer to cast no shadow when worn.

A black silk undershirt that stops the bearer from casting a shadow when worn

A black velvet bag containing 13 silver coins. The coins appear to be covered in fresh blood when viewed by a creature who has betrayed a true friend

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display an exaggerated caricature of the bearer’s face. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display the bearer’s face upside-down. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

---Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

---Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A 30 foot length of supple, incredibly strong rope. It can hold five times as much as a typical hemp rope but is twice as heavy and bulky.

A beautiful beaten copper amulet that hums whenever you face or travel south.

A beautifully carved jade headdress patterned with arcane runes.

A bizarre whistle that expels floating motes of Randomly Colored light when blown. The motes dissipate after a few seconds

A black chitin mask that covers the mouth that allows the bearer speak to beetles and scorpions. It doesn’t grant the insects any greater intelligence or the ability to speak back.

A black silk armband that causes the bearer to cast no shadow when worn.

A black silk undershirt that stops the bearer from casting a shadow when worn

A black velvet bag containing 13 silver coins. The coins appear to be covered in fresh blood when viewed by a creature who has betrayed a true friend

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display an exaggerated caricature of the bearer’s face. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display the bearer’s face upside-down. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A brass teapot that boils water when sung to for five minutes.

A bright crimson felt hat that, when worn, causes the wearer appear slender to everyone except themselves. Perceptive creature can see through this simple illusion if they try hard enough.

A brightly-colored glove that walks around randomly for one minute on its own when placed on a hard, flat surface.

A small ceramic beetle which becomes animate and cleans the floor of the nearby area while its owner sleeps.

A ceramic mug covered in a fire motif. It slowly warms any liquid placed in it to a bit above room temperature, and keeps heated liquids placed in it hotter longer.

A ceremonial silver spearhead covered in intricate royal designs.

A choker necklace made of black and white lace that renders the bearer’s speech backwards when worn. For example: “They speak like this” becomes “Siht ekil kaeps yeht.”

A cold granite wand that shouts “Lies!” whenever the creature holding it makes a factual statement.

A collar made of wolf leather which allows the bearer to perfectly imitate canine howls and growls.

A cracked mirror that shows the viewer as they were years ago, uninjured and in the prime of youth and health.

A creepy porcelain doll whose dark garnet eyes appear to gather the light towards them giving them a disturbing appearance. When the room is darkened its head will turn to face the nearest living creature within 20 feet that has line of sight to the doll. If the doll is put away inside a box or a bag it attempts to move just enough to get out and sit upright in plain sight, but it will only do so if it is not being watched.

A deck of oddly marked cards that shuffle themselves.

A deck of tarot cards that shuffle, deal and flip themselves

A disorganized bag of jewellery. Most of it is shiny costume jewellery and virtually worthless. However, a perceptive searcher finds one plain gold ring sized for a fat finger.

A fine silver candlestick. It holds four black candles. Three of them are almost burnt down to stubs while the fourth is as yet unused.

A fishing pole that can create an illusionary image of the biggest fish ever caught with it at the wielder’s command

A fist sized ball of snow that never melts. It is always cold to the touch

A folded piece of metal-paper with strange words and symbols that plays foreign music when unfolded.

A hand mirror that does not reflects living creatures

A hand mirror that reflects everything but the person holding it

A hand sized figurine of an elaborate stone castle that has tiny glowing torches and emits illusionary smoke from its chimneys.

A head sized sealed glass orb that contains water, plants, and small fish. The glass is stronger than steel and the ecosystem inside seems to be magically self sustaining.

A hooded, deep purple mantle that is doubled, fashioned of exotic fabrics, with gold embroidery along the hem.

A jewelry box made from an oyster’s shell containing a single large black pearl

A lantern with a black candle that never runs out and that burns with a putrid green flame

A large sack full of various sets of clothing including common peasant clothing, a foot soldier’s military uniform from the local region, a jester’s outfit, and fine clothing fit for a minor noble.

A leather armband bearing a single steel disc with a circular blue button in its center. Pressing the blue button allows the bearer to record a thought, memory, idea or message no more than 15 seconds in length causing it to turn red. Pressing the button while it’s red causes the bearer to recall or re-experience the stored information which turns the button blue again. The information can only be recalled by the creature that originally stored it, attempting to recall information stored by another bearer simply turns the button blue and the information is lost.

A live potted flower that grows humanoid teeth instead of petals. The plant is incredibly hardy and requires very little care to survive.

A masterfully carved marble chalice that can hold three times its apparent volume of liquid.

A matching set of self-cleaning steel utensils (Knife, fork, spoon) that chime at dawn.

A mechanical cricket that when whistled to, it will reproduce the same whistling every five minutes.

A metal cowl that keeps the bearer’s head cool at all times.

A metal eye patch that displays images of the bearer’s parents on the inside when worn.

A metal stylus which will draw black lines on any solid surface. The lines remain until either the stylus goes further than 30 ft from the writing, or until nightfall, whichever comes first.

A mirror one square foot in size, set in a silver frame. When a creature looks at this mirror, the reflection will move on it’s own and act in a flirtatious manner: fluttering its eyelashes, posing suggestively winking, and blowing kisses.

A narrow azure steel tube that sucks in air at one end, to blow it out the other.

A one liter clay teapot that fills itself with fresh hot green tea every morning at dawn. Any tea not consumes within eight hours completely evaporates.

A paintbrush that when used, turns any paint used with it a different Random Color with each stroke of the brush.

A pair of bone dice that emit maniacal laughter when shaken.

A pair of goggles that lets the bearer see the infra-red heat patterns that originate from plants and other vegetation only.

A pair of sturdy travel boots which reduce the weight of the bearer by five pounds when both are worn

A pair of wire and glass spectacles that make bearer invisible to themselves

A palm sized miniature of a duck, carved from ivory

A plush pillow with a silky red cover. Any creature of young age or small stature will be inexplicably attracted to this pillow.

A pouch containing a dozen carved wooden goblins figurines that fight each other when placed on a surface

A Randomly Colored handkerchief that automatically cleans itself and emanates a nice smell when used.

A remembrance locket that when opened creates a life sized illusion of an unknown person.

A rubber ball that screams and wails when it’s squeezed.

A shining steel hairpin. When affixed appropriately, the hair of the wearer cannot be soiled or sullied, the hairstyle withstanding even hail and storms

A silver and glass inkwell that cannot spill

A silver bracelet from which hang a number of charms carved from small gemstones. Each is decorated with a single rune (Fire, water, air, earth, dragon, angel, demon).

A silver rod that makes no noise when it strikes anything.

A single fishwood torch. It functions as a normal torch but requires no oxygen and can even burn underwater.

A small black cube that projects the image of a hand sized spider wandering around when placed on a level surface

A small bone disk that when squeezed, projects a life-sized illusion of a horse directly above it. The illusion remains until the disk is squeezed again and the illusion is always of the same dappled grey mare.

A small leather clutch purse containing a limited selection cosmetics and makeups that refills itself each dawn.

A small music box that plays by itself whenever someone holding it dances. The box always plays music that compliments the style of dancing the user is performing.

A small pot containing a sapling that never grows, but seems to dance when not watched. The sapling remains healthy even despite a total lack of sunlight, water or nutrients, but is damaged normally by fire or physical means.

A small pouch containing twenty cigarettes wrapped in a deep crimson paper that, when smoked, causes the user to exhale monstrously shaped smoke clouds.

A small pouch secured with rope wrapped around it and filled with a dozen individually cloth wrapped bronze coins. All are from different nations or kingdoms and have different designs. Each individually wrapped parcel is tied shut with string.

A small silver coffer set with three agates in a uneven triangle. The sides are sculpted to resemble tiger paws.

A small smooth river stone that may be absorbed into any point on the body and produced from another point at will.

A small spherical, brass astrolabe that automatically tracks the movements of the planes and other dimensions. It provides no useful information to those lacking a strong background in planar or dimensional geography.

A small velvet lined box of varnished walnut wood containing five hinged walnut shells, each have a miniature carved diorama inside. The carvings are intricate and incredible well detailed and would fetch a good price with the right collector assuming it remains in good condition.

A small wooden coffer containing a dire wolf’s withered tongue. This tongue tapers to a thin tip which is curved into a ladle-like form. When picked up a lapping sound can be heard and the tongue will pull the wielder toward anyone who is wounded in the nearby area.

A small, beautifully carved wooden fish. The fish is exquisitely detailed and obviously took a long time to craft. The sigil of a sea god is carved into its back.

A small, slim, featureless black rectangle of pliable, soft, but tough material. It tastes sweet but cannot be chewed (But can be easily gnawed upon without damage to teeth) or eaten. The flavor never runs out.

A smooth glass tube that emits a point of red light one inch in diameter and visible up to 30 feet.

A star shaped wooden pendant that sings whale songs when completely submerged in water.

A steel egg-shaped device that when squeezed, negates all odor within three feet of it for one minute, once per hour.

A steel hoop one foot across that automatically sharpens any blade passed through it as if the weapon had been worked with a whetstone, oil and skilled hands for five minutes.

A strange insect caught in a piece of amber. While in a person’s possession the owner slowly begins to see visions of crawling insects in his peripheral vision that disappear when looked at directly. The visions become more frequent and realistic the longer the trinket remains in his possession.  

A straw hat that changes the wearer’s hair color to blonde while it’s worn.

A strip of black cloth that, when wrapped around the eyes and head like a blindfold, causes the bearer to be unable to hear.

A stylus which writes in a different color depending on the user’s mood.

A supple wineskin, died a rich red-gold, with a polished maple drink spout. Water kept in this container tastes particularly wonderful.

A tattered cloak crafted from black wool with a blue silk liner. The bearer will perceive all other creatures as the opposite of their actual sex or gender. The illusion is not shown in any reflective surfaces and a mirror will show the bearer who they truly are.

A telescopic metal ten foot pole that collapses into a two foot cylinder

A thee-inch tall tornado that will spin in ever expanding circles unless held in the palm of a hand or in some sort of container. The force of its wind is equivalent to a light breeze.

A thick disk of iron and glass that, when pressed against flesh, instantly etches a tattoo of a black scorpion

A thick leather collar, plated in sections of silver, each inset with four small oval-cut sapphires. There is a large iron ring where the collar attaches

A thick wool cloak that Randomly changes color every day and is never the same two days in a row

A three-foot length of silken string that when given the command word, will coil around whatever it touches and grip it with one pound of force

A three-foot-long length of braided metal wire that rearranges itself into strange three-dimensional geometric forms every hour.

A three-inch high, solid gold statuette depicting the fell patron of a defunct evil cult. The statuette is incredibly old and has become worn and dented through the ages.

A three-inch-tall ceramic doll that dances when you clap.

A tiny brass clockwork cathedral that plays quiet organ music when wound

A tiny glass cube that distorts visibility within six inches around it.

A tiny intricately carved bone awl made for body piercing. The tool inflicts no pain when it pierces flesh

A toe ring made of gold-plated iron that is set with a marble claw. Around the base of the claw are a dozen pinhead-sized common cabochon cut topaz.

[orbemnews]

Scientists Partially Restored a Blind Man’s Sight With New Gene Therapy A team of scientists announced Monday that they had partially restored the sight of a blind man by building light-catching proteins in one of his eyes. Their report, which appeared in the journal Nature Medicine, is the first published study to describe the successful use of this treatment. “Seeing for the first time that it did work — even if only in one patient and in one eye — is exciting,” said Ehud Isacoff, a neuroscientist at the University of California, Berkeley, who was not involved in the study. The procedure is a far cry from full vision. The volunteer, a 58-year-old man who lives in France, had to wear special goggles that gave him the ghostly perception of objects in a narrow field of view. But the authors of the report say that the trial — the result of 13 years of work — is a proof of concept for more effective treatments to come. “It’s obviously not the end of the road, but it’s a major milestone,” said Dr. José-Alain Sahel, an ophthalmologist who splits his time between the University of Pittsburgh and the Sorbonne in Paris. Dr. Sahel and other scientists have tried for decades to find a cure for inherited forms of blindness. These genetic disorders rob the eyes of essential proteins required for vision. When light enters the eye, it is captured by so-called photoreceptor cells. The photoreceptors then send an electrical signal to their neighbors, called ganglion cells, which can identify important features like motion. They then send signals of their own to the optic nerve, which delivers the information to the brain. In previous studies, researchers have been able to treat a genetic form of blindness called Leber congenital amaurosis, by fixing a faulty gene that would otherwise cause photoreceptors to gradually degenerate. But other forms of blindness can’t be treated so simply, because their victims lose their photoreceptors completely. “Once the cells are dead, you cannot repair the gene defect,” Dr. Sahel said. For these diseases, Dr. Sahel and other researchers have been experimenting with a more radical kind of repair. They are using gene therapy to turn ganglion cells into new photoreceptor cells, even though they don’t normally capture light. The scientists are taking advantage of proteins derived from algae and other microbes that can make any nerve cell sensitive to light. In the early 2000s, neuroscientists figured out how to install some of these proteins into the brain cells of mice and other lab animals by injecting viruses carrying their genes. The viruses infected certain types of brain cells, which then used the new gene to build light-sensitive channels. Originally, researchers developed this technique, called optogenetics, as a way to probe the workings of the brain. By inserting a tiny light into the animal’s brain, they could switch a certain type of brain cell on or off with the flick of a switch. The method has enabled them to discover the circuitry underlying many kinds of behavior. Dr. Sahel and other researchers wondered if they could use optogenetics to add light-sensitive proteins to cells in the retina. After all, they reasoned, retinal cells are nerves as well — an extension of the brain, in other words. For Ed Boyden, a neuroscientist at M.I.T. who helped pioneer the field of optogenetics, the quest to use these proteins to cure blindness took him by surprise. “So far, I’ve thought of optogenetics as a tool for scientists primarily, since it’s being used by thousands of people to study the brain,” he said. “But if optogenetics proves itself in the clinic, that would be extremely exciting.” Dr. Sahel and his colleagues recognized that the optogenetic proteins created by Dr. Boyden and others were not sensitive enough to produce an image from ordinary light entering the eye. But the scientists could not beam amplified light into the eye, because the glare would destroy the delicate tissue of the retina. So the scientists chose an optogenetic protein that’s sensitive only to amber light, which is easier on the eye than other colors, and used viruses to deliver these amber proteins to the ganglion cells in the retina. Next, the researchers invented a special device to transform visual information from the external world into amber light that could be recognized by the ganglion cells. They created goggles that scan their field of view thousands of times a second and register any pixels in which the light changes. The goggles then send a pulse of amber light from that pixel into the eye. The researchers reasoned that this strategy might be able to create images in the brain. Our eyes naturally dart around in tiny movements many times a second. With each jump, many pixels would change light levels. Still, it was an open question whether blind people could learn to use this information to recognize objects. “The brain has to learn a new language,” said Botond Roska, an ophthalmologist at the University of Basel and a co-author of the new study. After testing their gene therapy and goggles on monkeys, Dr. Roska, Dr. Sahel and their colleagues were ready to try it out on people. Their plan was to inject gene-bearing viruses into one eye of each blind volunteer, then wait several months for the ganglion cells to grow optogenetic proteins. They would then train the volunteers to use the goggles. Unfortunately, they only managed to train one volunteer before the coronavirus pandemic shut down the project. After years of preparation for the study, it was now stuck in limbo. But then the one volunteer they had managed to train got in touch. For seven months, he had been wearing the goggles at home and on walks. One day he realized he could see the stripes of a crosswalk. When the pandemic subsided in France over the summer, the scientists managed to bring him into their lab for more training and tests. They discovered that he could reach out and touch a notebook sitting on a table, but had less luck with a smaller box of staples. When the scientists set out either two or three tumblers in front of the volunteer, he managed to count them correctly 12 out of 19 times. During some of the trials, the volunteer wore a cap with electrodes that could detect brain activity through his scalp. When the goggle sent signals to his retina, it activated parts of the brain involved in vision. “It is a major achievement from a scientific point of view, and most importantly for blind people,” said Lucie Pellissier, a neuroscientist at the University of Tours in France who was not involved in the study. Dr. Sahel and his colleagues founded a company called GenSight to move their technique through clinical trials with the hopes of getting it approved by regulators. They’re not alone. Dr. Isacoff and his colleagues have founded a similar company called Vedere Bio that was acquired last October by Novartis. It will take many more positive results from clinical trials before optogenetics can become a standard treatment for some forms of blindness. For now, Dr. Sahel and his colleagues are bringing in the other volunteers for training, as well as testing higher doses of the virus and upgrading their goggles to thin spectacles that would be more comfortable while also delivering more information to the retina. Dr. Isacoff and his colleagues have carried out experiments of their own that raise the possibility that other optogenetic proteins could make retinal cells sensitive enough to detect light without the help of goggles. “I think it’s going to perform quite well,” he said. For all the time that Dr. Sahel has put into his own system, he hesitated to guess how far it could improve. “Until you have a patient tell you what they are seeing, you really can’t predict anything,” he said. Source link Orbem News #blind #Gene #mans #partially #restored #Scientists #sight #therapy

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The Zoologist’s Husband

A “The Glass Scientists” fanfiction 

Characters: (Mr&) Mrs Cantilupe, Ms. Lavender, Mr. Helsby, some friendly lemurs

Summary: Mrs. Cantilupe is married, that much we know, but who is (or was) her husband? Where did he go? Was he a Rogue Scientist too? Helsby goes looking for answers.

TW: basically people getting killed by big monsters

not part of the Arcane Heros AU

Griffin’s cat was playing a dangerous game, and Lavender was tired of saving the white furball from imminent demise every time Snowball decided with would be fun to visit the eldritch horror in the cage. The cat had figured out where to sit so it was just out of reach of the black thing in the cage, but it was still uncomfortably close to death.

Close enough that Lavender felt justified picking it up by the scruff of its neck and carrying them outside the lab. She nudged the cat with her boot, “Go on now, shoo! Can’t have you running around in there, you’ll get hurt!”

The white cat sat and looked up at her, head tilted slightly. Lavender pouted, “Don’t give me that, shoo. Griffin will throw a fit if you get hurt down here and frankly I don’t have time to be dealing with that. What, you want a treat?”

The cat only stared, tail flicking back and forth a few times before standing and walking off silently. Lavender sighed in relief and turned, walking back into the lab, the vague sounds of animals all around her. Growls, bird calls, things meant to mimic human voices, and something baying in a high pitched and squeaky voice. And over it, Cantilupe’s chortling laughter could be heard, followed shortly by a nasty sounding crash.

Lavender hurried along, rounding a corner made of crates and small, empty cages to find her senior flat on her behind, laughing wildly at a beast flailing in the cave before her.

“Mrs. C!”

The older woman sat up and clapped, “My goodness darling! Look how much she’s grown since we brought her in! I barely opened the cage and she managed to throw me back!”

Lavender grinned a little, “You’re okay then?”

“I’m the happiest I’ve been all day!” Cantilupe pushed her dark goggles down and placed a pair of fine spectacles on her nose as she stood, dusting her dress off. For barely a moment, her feet were visible, and one could see heavy boots beneath the regal skirt she wore.

The creature in the cage, a large red worm with a face like a hole of teeth about as round as a soup pot and as long as Cantilupe was tall, hissed and growled at her, slamming its head into the door in a vain attempt to escape again. Its tail lashed out of an opening in the bars on top of the cage, revealing how it’d slammed Cantilupe and sent her falling. The zoologist knelt in front of the cage with a grin, “Now now dear, you keep behaving like that, you’ll be sent to bed without dinner. Please, behave yourself?”

The worm hissed dangerously, but pulled its tail back into the cage, curling into a protective ball. Cantilupe smiled, “There you go, now I’ll see if Griffin’s caught anymore of those invisible mice, heaven knows we don’t need them running around.”

“You gave him our extra traps right?” Lavender asked, stepping closer to the cage and examining it for breaks or dents beyond the usual. Cantilupe nodded as she stood, stretching a bit, “Indeed I did, I do hope he’s had more luck with catching them.”

“Should’ve gave them collars before making them disappear,” Lavender chuckled, walking past the cage to pick up a bucket of small meat scraps. She glanced over her shoulder as Cantilupe began to leave, just in time to hear an order: “Make sure the Nautili aren’t fighting again! We can’t lose anymore of those.”

“Yes ma’am!” she answered, carrying the bucket off among the cages. Every so often, she dropped a piece of meat into a slot on the boxes or cages, listening until there was the sound of eating before moving on. Some of them, when she opened the slots, would reach for her and cry out, trying their damndest to get revenge for being incarcerated, barely satisfied with the pieces of meat she gave them. When the bucket was emptied, and the lab quieted now that its occupants were sated, Lavender let out a sigh of relief and hurried to the tank with the Nautili.

Nautilus, as one might know, are aquatic cephalopods similar to cuttlefish but bearing a large, spiral shell that protects its squishy body. The Nautili in Cantilupe and Lavender’s lab were very much like their ordinary cousins, if they weren’t for the strange barbs on the tentacles that stuck out of the shell of the nautilus, glowing softly, all of them containing a very strong poison. There were all but four of these in the tank, the only four that the two zoologists had managed to save from their cave beneath an active volcano before the pool itself burst like a geyser.

They’d found the poison to be very potent but, when diluted, it could be used as a way to make things glow, similar to paint. The only problem was, in an attempt to encourage breeding of this tiny and dying species, they’d taken two males and two females. When put together, in any combination, for any reason besides mating, they fought.

So they’d tried putting a relaxing chemical into their food in an attempt to placate the nautili, so they could be in the same tank together and so far it was working! Lavender grinned and made a note on a small paper sitting on the table with the tanks.

“Oh Lavender!” called a voice.

“Over here!” she answered, making more notes as she observed the nautili. At the sound of footsteps and the briefest whiffs of seasalt, she looked up and smirked. “Helsby! And what brings you to our corner of the Society? Is the repair kraken doing alright?”

“Oh she’s quite fine!” he said with a smile, looking around at the many cages with curiosity. He looked at her, head tilted to the side in curiosity, “I actually have a few curious questions to ask you concerning your teacher.”

Lavender frowned and set down her pen and paper, “Please tell me there’s not another betting pool about her husband.”

“Oh no nothing like that!” Helsby said with a smile. “I merely wanted to ask if you knew how she came to be an, extremofaunic zoologist. And, to an extent, was Mister Cantilupe a Rogue Scientist like us?”

To his surprise, Lavender’s expression became dark. “I thought it was obvious enough when the Missus kept denying to talk about it over dinner that this wasn’t something for conversation. She doesn’t like talking about it and I won’t either.”

“So you do know then,” he asked, putting a hand on his chin, a curious frown on his face. Lavender’s anger became an outright scowl, the kind of expression that makes one step back in fear. “Helsby, stop, this isn’t about gossip, this isn’t about what I know, this is about the fact that Mrs. C has made it abundantly clear that her past is not up for conversation. I don’t appreciate being seen as a loophole to get to the truth.”

The bathynaut raised his hands in defense, looking mildly alarmed. “Lavender I meant no harm, honest! We’re all endlessly curious about the missing Mister, that is all. If you really insist that no one should know I will stop pressing.”

Lavender relaxed a bit, still keeping a stern gaze on him. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use me to get to Cantilupe, that’s rather offensive if you ask me.” She turned sharply, picking up a brush from where it was set on some vague surface, and set off towards a large cage sitting beneath a window, covered with a tarp.

Helsby wandered after, lingering like a bad taste in the mouth, and Lavender grabbed the tarp, whisking it off of the cage. The creatures inside, barely larger than a fist, fuzzy and full of energy, rose to an active frenzy as they were exposed to sunlight. The bathynaut took a step back in surprise and Lavender knelt, reaching through the bars and hatching of the cage to pet these fuzzballs who began to look less like frenzied fluffs, and more like lemurs.

Lemurs with blue stripes and chitters that almost sounded like language. Lavender opened a small door on the cage and only one scampered out, up her arm and sat on her shoulder. The others calmed and waited behind the open door, watching as the zoologist began to brush the lemur that had scampered out.

After a few silent moments she said: “Helsby, you’d better go, they’re incredibly intelligent and known to pull the hair of strangers. And bite off fingers.” Helsby became visibly pale and backed up, the lemurs chittered in a manner like laughter and Lavender traded the one on her shoulder for another, who she began to brush as well.

Another moment.

“You really want to know, don’t you?”

“I do,” he admitted, watching the lemurs carefully. Lavender gave him a sideways glance, then pointed to a shelf. “Grab a brush, sit, I’ll tell you. But you’ll have to ask Mrs. C for details.”

~

They were travelling in northern Africa, Mister and Missus Cantilupe, younger then, with only streaks of grey in her brown hair and a rounder face. Her smile was not nearly so jovial then, but a smirk that came only when the thrill of the hunt had gripped the party in its deadly talons. Her husband, a strong man with a smile that shone from his dark face like the sun, was her partner in crime and science.

She the rogue, he the diplomat, they’d met on the animal trails of Africa and never parted.

Monsters had always drawn the interest of the duo, and so they travelled north, far into the Savannas and among the nomadic tribes therein. They searched, following legends of cannibals inhuman and monstrous, referred to by Shakespeare and other ancient literatures. But never, never had someone seen these beasts and lived.

That the common populace knew anyway.

Mr. C had read many a book, and didn’t fear these creatures, for he knew how to kill them and was in love with the sharpest shooter in Africa. Piping the ace and nine-hundred yards was nothing for her. The two believed they could track down these beasts, kill one, and return with its corpse as testament to their study.

But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

They were camping on the outskirts of a jungle with a party of twenty men and five women, all taught how to use firearms, all unafraid with the prospect of facing monsters said to devour anyone they meet.The fires were lit, drinks were shared and stories laughed over.

Then the sound began to come from the jungle, a hiss like snakes, but more guttural and throaty. The hunters, all of them, rose to their feet, watching in fear as shadows moved among the trees, white bodies shining in the moonlight.

A young man was sleeping against a tree at the edge of camp, and he was the first to die.

A powerful pale hand, large enough to make an adult male’s look like a child’s, grabbed the poor sod, inch long claws digging into his face and throat before he could scream. He was yanked into the shadows and they all heard him screaming as the sounds of snapping bone and tearing flesh came from beyond the plants and shadows. Pale bodies leaped towards the sound, joining the carnage before-

Silence.

Thundering, heart racing silence.

“We found them,” Mr. C said in awe and horror, hand going to a pistol on his belt.

“No,” his wife said with a scowl, raising her rifle slowly, “They found us.”

And the gates of Hell opened beyond the tree line.

With a screech like a banshee, these monsters tore forth from the jungle, humanoid without heads, mouths like sharks and harpoons for claws, leaping impossible distances into the camp as gunfire erupted. One, two, three shots into one before it slammed into the man who’d been firing at it, grabbing his head wholly in that sharklike mouth of teeth and ripping it clean away with impossible strength.

There were maybe only thirty of these horrifying creatures, but that was more than enough, it was clear the humans did not have the upper hand. Mrs. Cantilupe managed to fell three of them, precise shots to their groin region causing them to collapse and lie still, and enrage the other beasts who saw. Mr. C fired two shots before grabbing the arm of his wife and pulling her towards the horses, spurred on by the pure horror that was taking place behind them. He cried for retreat, praying that some of the others would escape too, but most of the horses had already fled.

More and more of their party began to die, tackled, snared by those horrifying barbed claws, bitten and ripped to shreds, dying in agony unless another could spare them the mercy of a bullet.

The Cantilupes mounted their fastest horse, a poor stallion who’d been straining against his ropes for hours and needed no prompting to take off into the desert. The Missus rode backwards, firing at the horrifying beasts that dared to follow them, felling another three.

And it appeared that they’d made it.

By morning, the poor horse was exhausted, as were its riders, yet they returned to the encampment.

There were no survivors, bloodied and decapitated bodies of friends and travelling companions laid amongst the few beasts that had died in the scuffle. Mr. Cantilupe, ever the more sensitive of the two, fell to his knees and sobbed for the loss of his friends, new and old, people he trusted his life with. Mrs. C set to work, gathering the remains in what would be a truly noble funeral pyre.

All of the corpses, human and monstrous, joined the pile, all but one.

One that she’d fired down, what they’d come for, a body to study. Cantilupe and her husband dragged it away from the fire, trussing it up at the legs and wrists that it would be easier to transport before going to the bonfire and lighting it.

With the clothes and luggage of the dead, it lit quickly and would burn long into the night. Mr. Cantilupe bowed his head respectfully, speaking a soft prayer that their souls would be safe in the beyond, but his wife simply watched the blaze.

Which is why she was able to dodge when the slightest hint of movement behind her made her hair move.

She leaped to the side, shoving her husband desperately as a massive hand streaked in blood swiped the space where the two had stood. The creature they’d tied, it was on its feet, hands bound, wound in its abdomen still bleeding, the ropes at its feet snapped easily, somehow still alive. Cantilupe’s balance failed her and she fell onto her back, scrambling into a sitting position just in time to see the injured monster tackle her husband, who screamed in fear.

The sound of bones and flesh crunching, and silence.

The beast turned, blood dripping from its maw, black eyes locked on the hunter. Cantilupe blinked, and something in her mind snapped.

She drew her rifle and screamed, tears beginning to leak down her cheeks as she aimed the gun. It screeched in return, dropping on all fours and leaping for her, exposing the underbelly she’d missed once before.

That time, she didn’t miss.

~

Helsby, and the three lemurs sitting on his shoulders, all looked stunned. Lavender went silent, brushing the fur of the smallest and fluffiest lemur, watching as it curled around her hand, looking up at her sympathetically. She gave it a scratch behind the ears and lifted it back to the cage, where it scampered in after its brothers and sisters. The lemurs on Helsby’s shoulders followed suit, leaving the bathynaut alone and stunned.

Lavender shut the cage with a click and lifted the tarp, “You behave yourselves now.” The small animals chittered in response as she hid their cage again and stood.

“Well, you know now,” she said, looking to Helsby. “Happy?”

“Far from it,” he answered morosely, standing. “I had no idea-”

“Not everyone’s greatest threat is drowning or setting themself on fire,” Lavender interrupted sharply, walking past him. “Some of us have to travel, far, and wide, we’ve been chased by enemies, human and animal, and it leaves a mark.”

“Have you-” she shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass and he held up his hands in defense, looking startled.

A beat passed and the junior zoologist sighed, “If, if you wouldn’t mind, I have work to do.”

“I, I understand. Sorry for, well, everything just now.” He walked past her and said: “I’ll, I’ll just ask Mrs. C herself next time.” Lavender didn’t answer.

As he was leaving the crowded, noisy lab, Helsby found himself face to face with Mrs. Cantilupe, who put on a warm smile when she saw him. “Why Ranjit! Good to see you, how’s Charybdis doing? Is the new diet suiting her?”

He blinked and nodded, “Yes she’s doing quite well. I, just came to ask you a question actually.”

“Well, ask away,” she said with a smile.

Helsby hesitated, remembering the story Lavender told him. “I heard you could shoot, very well, that true?”

Cantilupe blinked and laughed, waving a hand dismissively, “Why, I haven’t fired a gun in years lad! Not since my shooting arm got broken, never been the same since! If you want someone to teach you how to shoot, you ought to talk to Doddle, his aim is incredible for a man who works with sweets!” She chuckled again and passed him, patting his shoulder in a light hearted and friendly manner in passing. “Perhaps I’ll see you tonight for tea?”

Her smile was flawless and bore no weight, her words were happy and honest.

All as if she didn’t carry the weight of all those deaths on her shoulders.

[writinggeisha]

Shakespeare said “The eyes are the window to your soul.” When he first coined the phrase, it was considered deep and meaningful. It was, and still is, but you’d better not use it in your writing. Nowadays it’s considered cliché, even though Shakespeare’s premise has withstood the test of time.

Beware of clichés.

If a word or phrase seems like a cliché, it probably is. Look it up in a thesaurus or dictionary and mull over what it means. With a little effort, you can create an alternative that readers will remember.

Check Google, remembering to use quote marks around phrases. If you find 500,000 instances of baby-blue eyes, it’s overused. However, 6,000 results for hyacinth-blue eyes is encouraging. Try jellyfish-blue eyes. Even more promising.

Every cliché started its journey as a memorable phrase. Readers loved it and repeated it, others joined them, and so on … and so on …

Why should you concentrate on eyes?

Eyes broadcast emotions. A person might be able to hide a smirk or pout behind a hand, but the micro-movements of the eyes, eyelids, and brows will usually reveal the truth behind an emotionless face.

That’s part of the reason authors focus (pun intended) on eyes: eye colors, eye movements, arching brows, blinks and winks, and crow’s feet, to name a few. Can you hope to create something new and memorable when millions of writers are trying to do the same?

Yes.

View the adjectives and descriptions in this post, and utilize them as seeds.

Ready to go?

Consider color.

How often will readers tolerate emerald-green orbs, bottomless pools of blue, or doe-brown eyes?

Once.

Your task is to connect with your readers, not to bore them with the same-old, same-old.

While you search for inspiration, remember that nobody has irises of a single color. Go to YouTube, Google Images, or your favorite clip art sites. Scrutinize close-ups. You’ll notice a blend of colors that when viewed from a distance seem uniform.

The closer your protagonists move to one another, the more detail they’ll be able to notice in eyes. The description of an intimate encounter or a face-to-face meeting of enemies can intensify by describing the passion or fire with colors and patterns.

Start with basic hues such as those in the following list. Then add flecks, streaks, or speckles of a different color.

Blue Baby blue, blue-jay blue, bluebell, blueberry, bluebird, bruise blue, china blue, cornflower blue, crystal blue, denim, electric blue, forget-me-not blue, gunmetal blue, ice blue, indigo, lagoon, lake, laser blue, lilac blue, lobelia blue, ocean, river, robin’s-egg blue, sapphire, sky blue, steel blue, ultramarine

Black Anthracite, coal black, crow black, ebony, grease black, ink, jet, leather, metal, midnight, night black, obsidian, oil-slick black, onyx, pitch black, raven, sable, smoky, sooty, spider, velvet black

Brown Acorn, almond, amber, auburn, autumn, Bambi, beige, brandy, bronze, buckeye, camel, champagne, chestnut, chocolate, cognac, cookie, copper, cork, desert-sand brown, drab, ecru, espresso, fawn, football brown, ginger, golden, hazel, honey, kiwi, loam, mahogany, maroon, muddy, nut brown, peanut, pigskin brown, rust, sepia, sienna, taffy, tan, taupe, tawny, teddy-bear brown, topaz, tourmaline, umber, walnut, wheat, whiskey

Grey Aluminum, ash, battleship, boulder, carbon, cement grey, charcoal grey, cloud grey, crater grey, dove, elephant, exhaust, granite, graphite, gravel, gunmetal grey, iron, knife, lead, leaf green, mercury, meteor, mummy, nail, nickel, pepper, pewter, pigeon, rat, sea green, shadow, shovel,  silver, slate, slug, smoke, steel, stone, stormy, tank, sword, wax

Green Army, artichoke, asparagus, avocado, blue green, bottle green, camouflage green, cat’s-eye green, chartreuse, clover, cyan, electric, emerald, fern, forest green, grass green, jade, jelly, jasper, leaf green, LED green, lime, mint, moss, neon, olive, pear, Perrier-bottle green, pine, sea green, shamrock, spring green, tea green, teal, viridian, yellow green

Once again, consider the basics and mold them for your purposes.

How else could you describe almond-shaped eyes? Bloodshot or filmy eyes?

We are all born with specific eye shapes, but a protagonist might have plastic surgery to change that. Plot twist?

Why would eyes become bloodshot or filmy? Sub plot.

A Allergic, almond, astigmatic

B Beady, bloodshot, bulging

C Cat-like, clear, cross-eyed

D Deep-set

E Elliptical, elongated

F Farsighted, feline, filmy

G Gimlet-eyed, goggle-eyed

M Moon-eyed, myopic

N Nearsighted

O Obscured by cataracts, oriental, oval, owlish

P Pale, pink

R Rheumy, ruddy, round

S Sensitive, shark-like, shortsighted, slanted, slitted, sloe-eyed, sunken

T Tired, twenty-twenty vision

U Unresponsive

W Wall-eyed, watery, wide

Eyelids might be:

Crinkled, folded, heavy, hooded, monolid, raw, swollen, wrinkled

Or maybe they’re almost invisible.

Did you remember the lashes?

Eyelashes could be:

Dark, dense, full, long, lush, luxurious, pale, sparse, sweeping, thick

Some men have eyelashes that rival those of a make-up model. How would that make them feel?

Brows enhance descriptions.

Try these adjectives:

Angled, arched, aristocratic, bestial, boomerang, burly, bushy, dark, dramatic, drawn on, elegant, fierce, full, heavy, knitted, level, painted, plucked, raised, refined, satanic, sparse, straggling, straight, sweeping, thin, triangular, tufted, wing-like, wispy

Eyes and brows move.

Verbs to show motions of eyes, gazes, lashes, and brows include:

A Anchor on, assess

B Bat, blink

C Caress, cock, cruise

D Devour, dip, drill

F Flay, flicker, flutter, focus, follow

I Inspect, inventory

L Lie still, lift, linger, lower

M Meander

N Narrow

P Peruse, probe, pry

R Raise, rake

S Scan, search, shift, shoot, sight, slam shut, squeeze shut, stray

T Tilt, track, travel, tremble

U Unglue

W Wander, wink, wrench away

Does your protagonist wear glasses or use other eye-assist devices?

Few people have perfect eyesight, but it might not be obvious nowadays with wide access to contact lenses and laser surgery. Exploit poor vision to produce hurdles for your protagonists. For example, they could lose contact lenses in embarrassing places or experience side effects of laser surgery; or they might use eye-assist devices to view things at a distance.

Consider the multitude of props you can use for your characters. Here are a few:

Bifocals, contact lenses, glasses, goggles, horn-rimmed glasses, lorgnette, lorgnon, loupe, monocle, opera glasses, pince-nez, progressive lenses, spectacles, sunglasses

Also see Other Ways to Say “Roll the Eyes” and 125 Ways to Say “Look” (as in “to See”).

But maybe you want a single word or phrase.

If you need a list of straightforward adjectives, try these on for size. Many of the words will break the Show, Don’t Tell rule, but they might be exactly what you need when trying to cut words.

A Angry, anxious, astute, avid

B Beseeching, bewildered, blank, blazing, bright, bug-eyed, burning

C Chaotic, chilly, close-set, cold, come-hither, commanding, cool, crystal

D Dancing, dazzling, dead, demonic, disapproving, discerning, disdainful, disoriented, dispassionate, dissatisfied, drowsy, dull

E Emotionless

F Fierce, fiery, flashing, flat, flickering, frigid, frightened

G Gleaming, glinting, glistening, glittering, glowing, gooey, guileless

H Hard, hollow, hooded

I Icy, impassive, imploring, innocent, intelligent, intense, intent, inviting, iridescent, irritated

J Judicious

L Lecherous, lifeless, limpid, liquid, luminescent, lustrous

M Magnetic, mellow, mocking, monstrous, murky, mysterious

N Narrowed, numb

O Oily, opalescent

P Penetrating, piercing, prominent

Q Quick, quiet

R Remorseful, riveting

S Sardonic, saturnine, seductive, sexy, sharp, shimmering, shining, shiny, shrewd, skeptical, sleepy, slick, small, snapping, sneaky, soft, sparkling, squinting, steely, stretched, striking, surprised, sympathetic

T Twinkling

U Unreadable, unwavering

V Velvet

W Warm, wide-set, wild

[coridallasmultipass]

You are walking around Ilios. The normally busy ocean-side city was surprisingly deserted, so you decide to check out Kofi Aromo to see if anyone gathered there. Again, no one. Actually, stopping a moment to listen, you think you hear a voice echoing. You follow the sound out to the courtyard. A loud “Happy birthday!” Echoes through the courtyard. No one is around. You check the lighthouse viewpoint, but no one is there.  “Happy birthday!” Again. Echoing and repeating through your head. You’re certain someone is there, but you’re alone. “Happy birthday!” You turn around, expecting to see the owner of the voice, but are greeted only by the view of the sea, not a soul in sight. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” You scan your surroundings and fixate your eyes upon the entrance to the spa room.  “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” You take a deep breath and slowly creep your way towards the stairs to the spa.  “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” You slowly crouch down the steps, wary of the short railing - it’s a long fall down to the harbour below.  “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” You narrowly avoid stepping into a bear trap on the ground of the threshold to the spa. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” The voice is now ringing loudly in your head. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” It is not your birthday. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” You enter the spa room, not knowing what to expect from the disembodied voice consuming your senses. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” You see two exact copies of the same person staring at each other through their spectacled lenses. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” The voice is coming from both of them. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” There is a green gentleman sitting in the corner, and he thanks you. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” You take a step back, feeling your foot sink into the hot spa water. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” The two men turn to look at you. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” They congratulate you on your birthday, but their lips never close around that jagged smile. “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday!” You turn and run as far as you can, ascending the stairwell to a private lounge and collapse on the couch. Was there silence at last? You eyed the overturned bottle of champagne on the floor. You stand up, ready to leave after a moment, but freeze in your tracks.  “Happy birthday!” You hear a distinct tap-thunk, tap-thunk of footsteps approaching up the stairwell.  “Happy birthday!” Tap-thunk. You look around and see the only exit is a window to the harbour.  “Happy birthday!” Tap-thunk. “Happy birthday!” Tap-thunk. You cringe into the corner. They know where you are.  “Happy birthday!” Tap-thunk. “Happy birthday!” Tap-thunk. “Happy birthday!” Tap-thunk. “Happy birthday!” Tap-thunk. They are coming. Glowing teal goggles cloud your vision and the last thing you hear is the noise of a car alarm.

( thank you for all the un-birthday wishes, @ultimate-meister ...i will see you in my fucking nightmares )

[spraypaintgoggles-blog]

Just how  to Choose  the safety that is best Goggles

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One of the many features that are important anyone is their eyesight. With this, putting on security spectacles is an important step to take especially if one is working together with hefty machinery. Working with heavy machinery can cause risk that is great your eyes and is important to safeguard them to the best of your abilities. You simply cannot simply safeguard your eyes with regular spectacles that lack durability. Rather, protect your eyes with safety goggles. This means, the assurance is had by you that your eyes are protected from dangerous elements that may damage your vision. Below are things you need to  do to be able to find the safety goggles that suit you well. Check  the safety standards

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There are  lot of safety goggles that are promoted and marketed as being protective that do  not protect as much as safety standards. Become able to protect yourself from  these goggles that are false it is necessary that you appear for a code on either the frame or the lens. Codes serve as proof that they will have withstood a safety test as well as passed it. You should check codes online to be certain that the goggles have undergone testing for safety. Check out the materials There are safety goggles which are made from recycled resins. In the long run, these materials tend  to distort and yellow, that might cause eye fatigue. Rather than putting your vision at risk with the choice that is wrong of goggles, choose the goggles that are made from resin polycarbonate, which guarantee you durability. In addition to that, you need to ensure that the lenses of the eyewear are shatter proof or at the very shatter resistant that is least. Because of this, you do perhaps not need certainly  to worry that the lenses will maybe not break whenever particles hit the goggles. Check out the fit Remember that one size just isn't suitable for everyone's eyes. This is why there are a complete lot of safety goggles that are created  for people with either smaller or larger features. So, that it fits your face well before you purchase it, make sure.

Make certain it offers you comfort As you want to feel comfortable despite wearing safety goggles at work, it would be best that you select the one which has convenience features like flexible frames, soft-covered arm guidelines, nose-pieces, and lighter weight. This way you can wear the goggles without getting frustrated at aggravating nose pieces or hard frames.

Extra features It is always well that your products offer extra features for your benefit. With this thought, considering the benefits that are additional safety goggles can offer aside from protecting your eyesight from flying debris or pollutants is essential. One of the  most features that are integral may think about finding are padded lenses, hard coated lenses, anti-fog contacts, vented frames, along with UVB and UVA protection. Because of  the importance of safety goggles, ensuring this 1 chooses the most readily useful pair is essential. You could have the power to buy a new couple  of security goggles, but you must bear in mind that you only gave one set of eyes, therefore make certain that you take the proper safety precautions when buying goggles.

[elarasilvervale]

Offer (Part two)

With her serpent having been stabled and having finally made solid ground again, Vely was feeling exhausted and generally worn from the day of riding in the rain. Her leather riding gear was soaked through, strands of loose hair clinging to her face as she dragged a gloved hand over her pale blue skin and wiped away the rain. Uncomfortable was an understatement, but she didn’t let her serpent idle, despite the elements. Their bond had been one of mutual respect, and Vely was stalwart in her care. She pushed her goggles up and smiled and waved to some of the public that pointed and waved to her. Smaller pandaren children tugged on their parents as she left the stables.

Since starting to ride and race, she had become a bit of a spectacle and it was taking a lot of getting used to. The girl was warming to the notion of eyes being upon her and the popularity of the racers here in the Jade Forest. People came from far and wide to spectate and see the handlers and the shows that were often reserved for certain points of the month. She had lost track of the time here. Her life had become something even she couldn’t have dreamed of.

When she entered the common building where only handlers and riders were permitted, a familiar face greeted her warmly. A small and endlessly active little pandaren woman waved her down and smiled. Her attire was immaculate despite the weather conditions and she cradled a small serpent hatchling that snoozed in her arms, paws moving gently over the scales as she approached. 

“Riding in the rain is dangerous.” She raised her brows rather incredulously and the elven woman smiled sheepishly.

“You know me, I don’t like to break promises and I’m not a good handler if I leave my cloud serpent pent up in her holding all weekend without a long flight beforehand.” 

The pandaren woman who was known by many as Mistress Anli, smiled softly and rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes Vely, though I do encourage my riders and handlers to be safe and responsible, no matter how many people come out to see the dragons.” She chided her a little bit and a free paw patted the girl on the back. “There’s someone here to see you.” She started as Vely’s eyes lit up at once, and her expression became excited.

“Norren is back?” She asked eagerly and almost at once. It was hard to hide her disappointment when the Pandaren woman shook her head in response. Vely’s ears dropped back and she offered the matriarch a puzzled expression. “Then… who?” She asked, baffled. She sulked pretty impressively knowing it wasn’t her partner returning from work, especially in part that it was nearing to almost two weeks that he had been away again. She ached to be at home together again with him.

“There is a gentleman from… I believe he said Silvermoon City.” The Pandaren paused and pointed towards one of the private suites. Outside there was a singular Pandaren male that stood watch and kept one massive arm folded over the other over his chest. 

Vely laughed nervously and she dragged the back of her hand across her forehead. “I… don’t have people come and ask for me… what’s this about?” She seemed suddenly anxious by the request and Anli noticed it. 

“The nature of their request was not made immediately clear, but he is one of our more… generous donors in past years. He has been a long time spectator and owns several serpents that are stabled here on our grounds. You’ve raced with and against some of his personal stock.” She mused with a sly smile. 

The elven woman still didn’t necessarily appreciate the impromptu meeting but she knew better than to argue with Anli about the matter, given the man’s status. She merely huffed quietly exhaled with a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips. Today was not the day that she had anticipated entertaining any of the public. Occasionally, she would greet travelers, but her naturally reclusive and timid demeanor made those events few and far between.

After much internal persuasion, Vely would clear her throat and straighten up, excusing herself from the conversation with Anli and making her way towards the private suite where the strange benefactor was waiting. The uncomfortably large and menacing looking male Pandaren looked her up and down once before nodding over his shoulder towards the door, allowing her passage. She hated to think about what that beast of a bear would do to an unwanted party.

[tabletoptrinketsbyjj]

Trinkets, 11: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A “broken” compass, which is only accurate while underground.

A 3 inch coil of string that purrs when praised like a good pet

A alchemist’s rugged leather vest with a multitude of pockets, loops and hooks for holding various items.

A belt pouch holding a small collection of stylized coasters from different taverns

A black iron spur from a devil’s scourge.

A black lace veil which feels oddly cold to the touch. If worn, the bearer immediately becomes aware that it was placed on a corpse during a funeral and stolen soon afterwards. The owner of the veil will be subject to recurring nightmares involving grave robbing and being slaughtered by the disturbed corpses of the dead they’ve looted.

A black leather domino mask once worn by the Queen of Thieves,

A bloody cloth handkerchief in which three teeth are wrapped up in. Each has a small gold filling. The teeth are badly cracked and scoured, it looks like someone used pliers to extract them.

A box containing an eyeball made of petrified wood that changes color at random every hour

A bracelet consisting of six small feathers tied together with twine.

---Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

---Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A “broken” compass, which is only accurate while underground.

A 3 inch coil of string that purrs when praised like a good pet

A alchemist’s rugged leather vest with a multitude of pockets, loops and hooks for holding various items.

A belt pouch holding a small collection of stylized coasters from different taverns

A black iron spur from a devil’s scourge.

A black lace veil which feels oddly cold to the touch. If worn, the bearer immediately becomes aware that it was placed on a corpse during a funeral and stolen soon afterwards. The owner of the veil will be subject to recurring nightmares involving grave robbing and being slaughtered by the disturbed corpses of the dead they’ve looted.

A black leather domino mask once worn by the Queen of Thieves,

A bloody cloth handkerchief in which three teeth are wrapped up in. Each has a small gold filling. The teeth are badly cracked and scoured, it looks like someone used pliers to extract them.

A box containing an eyeball made of petrified wood that changes color at random every hour

A bracelet consisting of six small feathers tied together with twine.

A brass framed bifocal monocle on a silken cord.

A brass spyglass that always shows the environment suffering a terrible storm

A broken sword-hilt made of black metal. On it is written “Whoever recovers my blade…”

A bronze coin that bears the profile of the infamous thief, the “Duke of Blackmail”. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize the coin as black-market currency that’s accepted by some criminals in return for illicit good and services.

A bundle of six small, durable, black silk pouches that can be sealed with a drawstring.

A cheap hoop earring that can be bent into a professional-grade lockpick, with ease in a few seconds.

A child’s spinning top that never falls over, instead when it stops spinning it remains fully upright.

A cigar box containing a complete suit of plate, a shield, a lance, a flail, and a sword, all scaled for someone 3.75 inches tall.

A clay tablet etched with runes that smells like excrement when cold

A cloth handkerchief that speak a single, random word every hour

A cloth pouch containing a short metal rod that is insubstantial to all matter except the special metal glove that goes with it.

A cloth pouch holding several whetstones, along with six incredibly blunt daggers

A bronze coin that bears the profile of the infamous thief, the “Prince of Spies”. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize the coin as black-market currency that’s accepted by some criminals in return for illicit good and services.

A copper wristband that buzzes when in complete darkness

A copper wristband that’s slightly magnetic. Elderly creatures who wear it are sometimes relived from joint and arthritis pain, however it may be a placebo effect.

A creased, crumpled and sweat-stained black hood. It is lacking in mouth and eye holes. Worryingly, it has a thick draw string enabling it to be tightly secured around the bearer’s head and tied off.

A crystal antiprism about four inches across that is mildly repelled away from living flesh

A dainty ladies wrist-length glove, scaled to the size of a storm giant. Usable as a sack.

A deck of dirty playing cards with lewd images not suitable for children.

A decorative dagger carved from deep red wood and wrapped in an orange cloth

A derelict holy symbol of a forgotten god

A dried sponge that smells like mint

A driftwood sculpture of a fish that grants visions of the sea when licked

A driftwood sculpture of a fish that scares small land animals

A fashionable top hat made of fine moleskin.

A figurine of a large ant carved from onyx

A finger lengthed stone dog figurine that is always warm to the touch

A finger sized tail made of green glass that occasionally moves.

A fist sized bronze cube that, when tapped on thrice, disappears for one minute and then reappears in the same spot

A fist sized chunk of meteor rock.

A fist sized glass orb that drips perfumed water intermittently

A fist sized metal sphere that plays quiet, unpleasant, disturbing music when looked at by only one person

A five-inch square of Randomly Colored cloth that is uncannily pleasant to touch

A framed sheet of glass that appears to show a crystal-clear picture of the current surrounding area from a high vantage, but it is always completely wrong.

A genuine looking, but harmless (Blunted) stage dagger with a retracting blade and blood-compartment.

A gilded robin’s egg.

A glass jar containing a two-headed cat fetus

A glass jar containing a two-headed dog fetus

A griffin’s beak strung on a leather cord.

A hand sized figurine of a soldier, complete with detachable metal armor.

A hand sized sea foam colored scale from a sea serpent. It feels hard and rough to the touch and weighs as much as iron but floats like cork.

A hand sized wooden coffin filled with grave earth

A handful of carefully folded pages ripped out of an accounting journal of a local merchant.

A heavy wooden boomerang that could serve as a decent weapon or hunting tool in the hands of a skilled wielder.

A holy symbol of a long forgotten god, carved from bone

A holy symbol of a minor God of a Random Evil Domain hangs from a particularly long chain that allows it to be worn at navel height. Some of the chain’s links are particularly worn.

A horrendously ugly shirt which cleans and folds itself when removed.

A human skull and the ball joint end of a femur which have been altered into a mortar and pestle.

A large and realistic fake mustache.

A large belt pouch containing a small book wrapped in cloth. The book has a battered, mildewed cover and faded writing. Close examination reveals it is a prayer book of the minor god of a Random Evil Domain.

A large scroll tube containing a rolled up canvas painting of a sinister looking brooding royal

A large sponge that only soaks up blood

A leather belt pouch containing three empty potion vials. One is marked “invisibility” while the other two smell slightly of cinnamon.

A leather bookmark made from the skin of an infamous assassin.

A leather pouch containing seven small candles that are deceptively difficult to blow out

A leather pouch with the initials “J.F.” burnt into the lid which contains three six-sided bone dice with crudely inked pips. One of the dice is loaded and always comes up on the number one. The dice sit snug in the pouch, obviously custom made for this specific container.

A leather scroll tube containing a map to a labyrinth, marked with a path that doesn’t reach the center

A heavy, rust-covered iron rod that whispers unintelligible words only the wielder can hear

A lovingly preserved keepsake made of three locks of hair, from three different people, braided together

A magically preserved leaf from an oak treent.

A magically preserved wildflower, completely encased in a glass prism. The flower is a prime specimen of nature’s beauty and is forever frozen in full bloom. Staring deeply into the prism will grant the creature fleeting, rapidly shifting visions of heaven bursting forth from the flower. The viewer cannot control the visions and can choose to look away at any time.

A necklace of white clay prayer beads stained with blood.

A pair of clear drinking glasses that change color depending on the contents

A pair of intricate two-inch metal and glass disks that can be set to orbit around wrists like a hovering bracelet.

A pair of leather and glass goggles whose lenses are tinted Random Color.

A pair of leather and glass goggles whose lenses glow a faint Random Bright Color. The bearer is not negatively affected by the glow and can see normally

A pair of pallid leather gloves crafted with ivory fingernails.

A pair of red fur balls that will envelop whatever touches them until pulled free, providing a soft and warm slipper or mitten.

A pair of silken gloves with six fingers each

A pair of small steel ball bearings that circle each other when placed on a flat surface.

A pair of tiny metal rods that, when brought within one inch of each other, vibrate exactly fifteen minutes before the sun rises on any given day.

A pair of well-used manacles stained with old, dried blood.

A pair of wire and glass spectacles that makes everything appear upside-down. Curiously, wearing the spectacles upside down does nothing to solve this phenomenon  

A pair of wire and glass spectacles that prevents the user from perspiring when worn under starlight

A pair of wire and glass spectacles that project strange images on the lenses so the wearer sees things that are not there

A pair of wire and glass spectacles whose lenses are tinted Random Color.

A pair of wire and glass spectacles whose lenses glow a faint Random Bright Color. The bearer is not negatively affected by the glow and can see normally.

A plain scroll tube containing several pieces of parchment that were used to make observations of the stars. These comprise several complicated diagrams of various constellations and cryptic notes regarding “the wanderer.”

A plate of glass that, when used to view the night sky through it, reveals ten times as many stars

A polished copper wristband that smells strongly of sugar

A porcelain doll’s head that always seems to be looking at the nearest creature to it

A preserved flower that changes to become the same color as the last meal of the creature wearing it

A Randomly Colored triangular flag emblazoned with strange markings which, when waved, plays an unfamiliar tune.

A rod that makes clicking sounds when wet

A rusted chainmail pouch which appears to have some sort of magical darkness inside it. All attempts to peer through the links fail unless a magical light source is shone into the pouch. Only then will the eyeball encased in resin within be visible. The eyeball belongs to a necromancer in a far off land. If removed from the pouch, the necromancer can see through the eye again.

A scroll tube containing several scraps of paper that name the PCs and provide rough descriptions of their appearance and abilities. Perceptive PC’s will realize that the notes (given the different handwriting styles) seem to have been written by at least three different people.

A sealed clear glass bubble containing an orange and green frog being kept alive by magic. It moves around, sleep and seems to be aware of its surroundings but never needs to eat or drink and does not age.

A sealed letter ordering the execution of one of the PC’s and stamped with various official seals.

A sealed vessel topped by a baboon’s head, all crafted of glazed porcelain. The canopic jar contains a wrapped and preserved pair of humanoid lungs.

A sealed vessel topped by a falcon’s head, all crafted of glazed porcelain. The canopic jar contains a wrapped and preserved humanoid intestines.