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[theblacksheepcz]

guys serious question. What species is Mr Squarell? Most people assume that he’s a squirrel, but squirrels don’t really have long ears?? and mainly they don’t live underground or dig that much. I always seen him as a rabbit but i dunno… other options are bilby and jerboa.

[jorisjurgen]

draws animatic for 3 hours and gets a headache and a stomach ache abnd a heart ache: oughgh its so jorisover.

anyway here is how much shit ive drawn so far.

the second image is all the frames for the chorus, which are very complex because my dumb ass was like "yeah making all the chorus images have animated backgrounds and text is a good and normal idea."

[moonartemisia]

AnZ & SquareL (oc) 💜❤️💋

Besties

[alpaca-clouds]

Castlevania, Lenore and a fun bit of history

So, given that I am currently kinda planning a series on the Styria sisters, I went a bit (much) into research mode, for each of them. Which leads me to one thing: I think Lenore is Scottish and I am gonna tell you why.

So, we know three things about Lenore's background. Both from the same conversation with Hector.

She grew up in a castle.

English soldiers came climbing up the toilet chutes when she was 5.

That happened 200 years ago.

Point 1 can be basically ignored, because if you live in Europe you know that castles are a sort of universal feature.

It is point 3 that is the most interesting for now.

Now, 200 years ago from 1476 - so 1276 - the English were involved in no war. I know. It is hard to believe, if you know English history. But yeah, no English war in 1276... but in 1277 they started up a war again. That one was against Wales. Or rather the English started to conquer Wales from 1277 until 1283.

From whom where they conquering it? Not the Welshmen, I am afraid, but the Norse, who were still holding parts of Wales at the time... Which is why I am rather sure she is not from here. Because her saying that she grew up in a castle seems to imply she was nobility - and... Lenore is not a Norse name, which someone from Norse nobility would have. While nowadays the name is in use in Scandinavian countries as Eleonoora, Ella, Elli, Nelli, Noora, it was not back then.

So, what were the next wars? Well, not surprisingly - again, if you know English history - they did squarel with the French between 1294 and 1303 and then there was the first Scottish war of independence between 1296 and 1328.

Now, the name Eléonore has been around back then in France, so it is absolutely possible that they anglicized the name.

But here is, where point 2 comes in: She was 5 when English soldiers climbed up the toilet chutes. Now, I am not entirely certain, but from all I know, the English did not take castles in Flanders (where the Anglo-French conflict took place). But they took definitely castles in Scotland and they did so early in the conflict.

So... I think Lenore is Scottish and probably from the South of Scotland. Additionally to the historical stuff of course often in fiction red hair is used to imply a character is Scottish or Irish.

Making it probable that her castle was taken in 1296 or 1297, making her born in 1291 or 1292 - and not quite 200 years old at the point Castlevania takes place.

To keep up with the Scottish independence theme I hence headcanoned for her, I made her older in my AU to have her Scottish nobility during the Jacobite uprisings. :P

[11surrendera11]

告別遜鼠的日子來了

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[ledsen-technology]

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[theblacksheepcz]

More Rebecha headcanons but this time it’s her relationships with basically everyone

Here is part one btw

oh my god i forgor this in my draft section

um uh let’s start chronologically I think cuz it feels right for meh

So Rebecha and Super Weasel Kid never met, but Rebecha knows about him because of Walk, and SWK doesn’t even know she exists. HOWEVER. If they did meet, they would have this ‘wine aunt and prankster nephew’ dynamic like “yo can I borrow this dangerous thing for a prank?” “take it and leave me alone. (finally something interesting will happen)”

She met Mr. Squarell once in Secrets of Legendaria and they very much relate to each other.

Rebecha hates Irving with every pixel of her being. He hates her too. They can’t be in a single room together without beating the shit out of each other. Anyways that’s why she’s so rebellious and wants to get the fuck out of Gameworks/Gamefuna. Because the workplace is shit.

She gets along very well with Bryce, she listens to his stories from the Cooking Granny series and he taught her a few things about cooking/baking!

Wizarro is her best friend. Bestest friend she ever had. She tells him everything from gossips to personal stuff and he’s always there for her if she needs comfort. He’s too pure for this world T-T oh and also they paint each other’s nails

also she didn’t really talk to the other fighters in Combat Arena X but she had this rivalry with Shinobee and Alley Gator-

Now about Sado…*inhale* so if you’ve known me long enough (or follow my other medias) you probably noticed that I basically invented Sabecha- you see- ITS COMPLICATED THEY HAVE POTENTIAL OK- THEYRE FRENEMIES AND LOVERS- AND- CALM X RECKLESS, REBEL X GOODY-TWO-SHOES, FORBIDDEN LOVE/STARCROSSED LOVEEERS, ON AND OFF RELATIONSHIP?? grumpy x silly. *slaps roof of car* This baby can fit so much angst. And fluff. Ofc. you can read my fics and know what I mean-

And while we’re talking about ships. Chandrelle. basically i headcanon that she was in a polycule with them 👉👈 but she broke up with them, mostly on good terms tho.

There’s Lazarus…she tolerates him. Lazarus doesn’t really know if she dislikes him or not because she always has that deadpan expression and mostly monotone voice so he chooses his words carefully around her. But she’s really chill.

Rebecha somehow befriended Jack, the Sphinx’s servant. They understand each other. And he teases her by calling her Rebecca on purpose. That’s pretty much it. Also Wizarro always shushes him whenever he’s about to say a curse word. Everyone actually. Just because.

Rebecha tried to flirt with the village girl once and only got a death stare in return.

talked to Jay once or twice and dipped.

she was the one that told baby Junior that his dad won’t come back and then he had to be hugged for an hour.

Rust is like a father figure to her. More or less. He gives her headpats. But Rocky is more like a nephew.

She pretends that Dustbowl Danny and The Vurm don’t exist. Take that as you will.

Rebecha views FPP as just acquaintances, but they view her as a friend. Rebecha tells stories or vents to them and FPP gets to do the same (in sign language). Both of them are glad that someone actually listens to them.

She’d find Catarina and she would tell Rebecha to “break up with that clown freak” and Rebecha wouldn’t give a shit

o yea she saw Jeremiah sneaking into the boat, she didn’t think much of it.

ok now Lionel Snill…her feelings about him are complicated. Like she knows that he probably has no idea that his characters are sentient and that Irving basically abuses them but at the same time she resents him. And then in Walk she just facepalms at hearing his story.

[bumblekits]

I'm pretty sure Karen would be great at laser tag. 🔫

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[aditya004]

सबसे ज्यादा पेड लगाने वाली गिलहरी की क्यों ना तारीफ की जाए

सबसे ज्यादा पेड लगाने वाली गिलहरी की क्यों ना तारीफ की जाए

[jane-beata]

Watercolor deer, animal portrait series by jane-beata

Hello again ♥ I hope you won't reject this topic from me, since you are mostly seeing me upload portraits. But this year, I really try to challenge myself to leave all my comfort zones, that bored me and made me stagnate. I wanted to create at least 8-12 animal portrait paintings, this deer is one of them. I loved the process, I have added black ink and a nighttime coloring into the composition. The ORIGINAL of this painting is still AVAILABLE, as well as prints, in my STORE. PROCESS VIDEO on YouTube (@janebeata) Materials - Schmincke and Daniel Smith watercolors, black ink, cold-pressed cotton Fabriano paper (Artistico), which I have replaced Arches with lately, because its half the price for me and approximately same quality. ___________________ If you like my work, please throw me a comment, it means the world to me every time! I love to hear what you think! You can now SUPPORT me on   Patreon ♥

[phykios]

some more speedwriting for mari, prequel to this! 💗

Maybe he didn’t hear right. “You want me to do what?”

Annabeth flushes. “Please don’t make me say it again.”

“You–” His ears might be broken. Or his brain. That was… quite the request she just dropped on him. “I… really?”

Her face turns even redder, and she nods. 

Percy is kind of floundering here. Like, what are you supposed to even say to an ask like that? What’s the playbook for when the girl you’ve been in love with forever (even if she doesn’t realize it) surprises you with your favorite sushi roll from the shop down the block from the gym to sweeten the pot after she asks you to take her virginity? “I… I’m flattered, I guess?”

She looks down, picking underneath her nails. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” she mumbles.

“No, that’s not–I–” He gulps, swallowing down the secret he nearly spilled. “I don’t… What I mean is. I. Why… why me, I guess. Like–like what about that guy from your econ class? He was kind of flirty with you, right?” Percy asks, like he doesn’t know exactly how flirty he was with her, or how much Percy wanted to beat the snot out of him for it.

“Connor?” Annabeth makes a face. “Ew.” 

“Or,” now Percy is going red–he can feel it, starting from his cheeks and winding down his chest, his rapid heartbeat pulsing his blood all over his body. “Or… tinder?”

“I don’t want to get a tinder,” she says, scuffing her foot against the rug. “I don’t want to hook up with some random guy from class. If I’m going to do this, I want–I need it to be someone I–someone that I really trust. I don’t want just any random–” She breaks off, bringing one hand to scrub at her face. “Look, if you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

Slowly, carefully, like approaching some kind of feral cat, Percy gets up from his seat, making his way over to the couch, where he sits down beside her. Annabeth doesn’t look at him, studiously avoiding his gaze even as he slings his arm around her, a gesture he’s performed a thousand times over a lifelong friendship–so why does it send his heart racing even faster tonight? 

“I… I trust you, Percy,” she murmurs, pressing her leg to his. “I can’t do this for the first time with someone I don’t trust.” 

And he understands. He does. He just also happens to feel a terrifying, dizzying agony: his quiet dream, held for so long, now freely offered to him on a silver platter. But there’s always the chance that he fucks it up. That he loses his best friend. That he loses the most amazing girl he’s ever known. 

Is it a chance worth risking?

After a moment, she sighs. “You don’t have to say anything. I get it.” Slow, reluctant, she pulls away, starting from her leg to her shoulder to that gloriously soft hair–until Percy grabs hold of her wrist. 

“Wait.”

Her head snaps to him, eyes wide.

“I’ll… I’ll try.”

“You don’t have to force yourself to–”

“I’m not forcing myself,” he interrupts, almost too sharply. “Let’s just–let’s just take it one step at a time. Let’s just go slow?”

A beat, and then she nods. “Slow. Okay.”

Slow. He could do that. He could take things slowly. He could ease her into the depths of his love for her, and maybe she wouldn’t run away. 

Pulling her back to his side, he takes his other hand and places the tips of his fingers against the curve of her neck, skimming ever so gently across the soft skin there, and she sighs again, her eyes fluttering. Percy swallows, a brief pulse of heat in his stomach. “Let’s start with a kiss, maybe,” he says, proud of how he doesn’t stumble over his words, or say them too quickly, with too much enthusiasm. 

Annabeth nods. Percy prays that she can’t feel his hand trembling. 

Then, with the barest pressure on her neck, weak enough for her to break free, he eases her forward, meeting her in the middle. Her eyes are lidded, lips parted, pink and soft, and he can barely spare a thought to his own–please god let them not to be too chapped–before her mouth is on top of his. 

Literally. She misses, her lips landing squarely beneath his own, pressing gently to his chin. With a gasp, she pulls back, her eyes wide, hands going to her mouth. “I’m–oh shit, I’m sorry–”

They stare at each other. And then, as if cued by some cosmic director, they laugh. They laugh and laugh, Annabeth’s head thrown back, and Percy forever in love with the pull of her lips showing off the brightness of her teeth. 

“Here,” he says, chuckling, “let me…” This time, he holds her head steady, and she doesn’t twitch away as he presses his mouth to hers–firmly, squarely, unmistakably on her smiling lips.

Yes, he decides. Yes, this is worth risking.

[muskaanayesha]

You are the exact moment between the interval of "Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani" and the end of the New Year's countdown when Bunny realizes he's in love with Naina. You are the entire chorus of SubhanAllah, the symphony that has thousands in a chokehold. You are the feel-good mantra that reverberates within each echo of Kabira. You are the second of eureka when Naina finds a new person in herself, succumbing to the absence of her chashma. You are the very minute when Avi and Bunny hug each other after squarelling. Which is to ultimately say that: "Kuch logo ke sath sirf waqt beetane se hi sab kuch sahi ho jata hai" aur mere liye tum wahi ho.

[kaziglu]

ISMENE: Why do you speak so strangely?

ANTIGONE: Listen, Ismenê: Creon buried our brother Eteoclês With military honors, gave him a soldier’s funeral, And it was right that he should; but Polyneicês, They fought as bravely and died as miserably,-- They say that Creon has sworn No one shall bury him, no one mourn for him, But this body must lie in the fields, a sweet treasure For carrion birds to find as they search for food. That is what they say, and our good Creon is coming here To announce it publicly; and the penalty –– Stoning to death I the public squarel There it is, And now you can prove what you are: A true sister, or a traitor to your family.

– "ANTIGONE", sophocles, trans. dudley fitts & robert fitzgerald.

[bonecouch]

apparently europeans say squirrel as squarell