#Widgit

[eddie-redcliffe]

[hairtusk]

If... (1968, dir. Lindsay Anderson)

[menlove]

like bro I Hope you are still looking at my blog, I am certain you are, but avery my dear if you read this please for the love of god seek therapy 🙏

[charlotte-fleming]

Bittelig and Judy are so nonbinary t4t core

[zero-is-nebulous]

HHHELP MEEE OMFG?!?!

Me and my friend got that widgitable pet child thing to take care of, and we're both super forgetful ig because he always ends up a right state and I woke up one morning (after sleeping for 24hrs straight*) and

HE RAN AWAY???!!

I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THEY COULD FO THAT SILLY IM SORRY COMR HOME

*this could possibly be a very core reason as to the fact our child ran away, considering I neglected him for a full 24 hours while I was snoozing, and the other parent is so busy with BG3 to check their phone regularly enough I guess

[thelegsofsharks]

i was looking up trans men in history and just so happened to come across multiple pics of dr alan hart and my brain was telling me tht he looked familiar. i then closed the app and saw my widgit of kim kitsuragi. the way the lips/eyes lighting, hair, and glasses match each other wow. i’m now like 90% convinced tht some of kim’s design was based off of dr hart

[out-there-tmblr]

Young zaundads wip (40)

***

Vander spends the day thinking about it, but he doesn't have any idea how topsiders came up with surnames. He's never needed one. He's mostly joking when he leans over in the mess hall that night and asks, "Silco, what about Zaun?"

Silco frowns in confusion, leaning into Vander like he must have misheard over the drunken chatter around them. "Did you say Zaun?"

Vander nods. He could raise his voice but he'd rather lean in close to Silco, foreheads brushing as they talk. "As a surname."

"It's as good as any," Silco allows, turning as Felicia returns with drinks for everyone else and juice for Silco. (The whiskey is too expensive to drink every night, and he still hates ale.)

The conversation turns to everyone's plans for tomorrow, since it's the last day of the month. Connol wants to go to riverside, to eat fresh squid and watch the lights of Piltover. Benzo has plans with Widgit, A girl who mines on level two. Felicia shrugs and says she's planning to go to Babette's.

"Babette's?" Connol squawks, like they haven't all been tempted there once or twice.

"I want a new dress. A couple of the girls are taking orders, sewing it between customers," Felicia says. "I'm going to get measured. Find out how much it will cost."

There's a speculative gleam in Silco's eyes. In another world, Vander might suggest buying something – a new shirt, a fancy jacket – but all the money they have is promised to someone.

"I might go over the bridge," Vander says, since Silco's planning to go to the council record office anyway. "Look around Piltover. See what I think."

The last day of the month is known for being lax at the bridge. The enforcers know they have coins in their pockets, so miners are allowed into the city to spend their money. They prefer the miners to stay at the shops by the docks, out of the city proper so that's where Vander says he's going when they stop and ask him where he's going and what he's buying. They laugh at the handful of bronze he's carrying but they don't rough him up or send him back to the undercity.

A few minutes later, Silco walks across the bridge dressed in a fine jacket and vest, with a shirt and tie. He has a leather satchel over one arm, a suggestion from Babette. The enforcers nod at him but don't ask any questions.

Vander waits for him and they walk together to the town square. Silco doesn't want Vander to be seen by the council staff but he's also carrying nearly all of their coin. It made sense for them to both come.

Silco keeps his head up and leads them through the main streets, stepping neatly around other topsiders. He's right that the people up here eye Vander's mining jacket and give him space. One mother pulls her child to the other side of her as Vander walks by.

They stop at a tall building of pale sandstone, stretching up into the midday sunshine. "Stay here," Silco tells him and then steps inside with the satchel.

He's back after a few short minutes. "It has to all be in gold coin for them to accept payment," Silco says, nervousness showing in the tightness around his eyes, the sharp edge of his frown.

More than half of their funds are in bronze. "So what do we do?"

"Follow me," Silco says and starts walking. They walk down wide tree-lined streets, hot sunlight broken by patches of dappled shade. The sky is so blue up here, reaching out around them. It's so much brighter than riverside, without the smog rolling across from the Piltover side of the river.

Silco stops at a wide, dark building. At the top of a wide flight of steps, there are enforcers standing outside the doorway.

"What is this?" Vander asks, resisting the urge to size up the enforcers. He doesn't want their attention.

"A bank," Silco says but the word doesn't mean anything to Vander. "Apparently, they will exchange our coins for gold here."

"For a fee?" They don't have much more than the land fees with them. It will take hours if they have to go back to the mines for more funds. More importantly, it might leave them short later this month.

Silco shrugs. "We'll find out."

Silco plasters a smile on his face as he turns, but his knuckles are tight on the strap of his satchel. It's a form of bravery, stepping into the unknown and hoping, but it's not going to help if Vander's standing out, glaring up at the door.

Vander crosses the road and walks up a few buildings. He can still see the doorway and the enforcers, standing bored with their weapons at their sides. If he turns around, he can watch their reflection in the shopfront glass. It has Renalds written on the glass in shiny gold letters but there's nothing on display in the window.

A Piltie enters, another two come out but they ignore the enforcers and the enforcers ignore them. Vander passes the time counting the number of Pilties going in, waiting to see how long it takes one of them to come back out again. He doesn't recognise any of them coming out but most of them kind of look the same: big dresses with frills, jackets with bright edging, lots of pale colours that would show soot and dirt too easily.

Finally, a familiar face steps out. Solco might be dressed like one of them, deep blue jacket and pale tan pants, dark hair pulled back at the nape of his neck with light blue ribbon, but he doesn't walk like them, mindlessly sure of where they're going. Silco steps out and scans the street, taking a moment before he steps down, quick sideways glances to watch the enforcers as he goes.

Vander turns and waves to catch Silco's attention. Gets to see the recognition and relief on Silco's face.

"All good?" Vander asks.

Silco nods and starts leading them back to the council office. "It was like a topsider version of cash box day. People handing over coins or lining up to withdraw them."

"Huh. Do you think they live on credit too?" Vander asks and Silco shrugs.

They walk past shopfronts filled with clothes and boots, bags and metal trinkets. There's a shop just for hats and another that sells nothing but tiny glass ornaments, animals with little coloured ears and noses, hooves and horns. Vander recognises a horse, a quid and a wild tuna, but the rest are things he's never personally seen.

"We can look on the way back," Silco says when Vander's steps start to slow.

Vander shakes his head and keeps walking. What's he going to do with tiny glass things? He'd only break them or lose them, and they probably cost more than a week's pay.

Silco takes longer in the council office. There aren't any enforcers guarding the entrance so Vander walks around the building, finding a small alley to hide from the bright sunshine. It's narrow and dark, with large metal garbage bins stacked at the far end. There are no topsiders here, no daintily concerned looks aimed at Vander; it feels like the first time he's been able to breathe since they crossed the river.

Vander sits down on the concrete, brick against his back. If he turns his head he can watch the trees on the other side of the street, the narrow, dark green leaves and the small pink flowers moving in the breeze. As he watches, a small bird lands on a branch. It's tiny, a third of the size of a seagull, a little brown and red thing that's hard to spot when it stops moving. It jumps along the branch and then stops, tilting its head.

Vander wonders what that's like: living somewhere with trees and flowers. Growing up with singing birds instead of the occasional rat. He watches the little bird and watches Pilties walk past it, not even looking up.

***

[haredjarris]

made a widgit for my home screen to help me not totally lose it on my period, feel free to use if helpful

(gender inclusive, i am non binary, t3rf5 not welcome)

[siffrinstardust]

I MADE IT SO MY ISAT THEMED PHONE PLAYS THE HEALING SOUND WHEN I CHARGE IT!!!

ISAT ACT 3-6 (?) SPOILERS THO IN THE BG OF THE SCREEN RECORDING (art of the later acts (3-6) is my wallpaper and widgit themes too!!)

JUST A SILLY POST. I RLLY WANTED TO SHOW OFF WHAT I DID:)) also to show my genuine layout teehee (which can be seen below!!)

[eddie-redcliffe]

Fianna, be gone!

[trans-lykanthropie]

Does the cyberpunk genre address what happens if you get all those doodads and gizmos surgically implanted and such but you're also a shapeshifter? Do the widgits change to accommodate? Or do you just end up doing lasting and catastrophic damage to yourself?

I know I regret something as benign as wearing a wristwatch when I wolf out so I feel like it's the latter

[ace-detectiv3]

i did not just spend twenty minutes figuring out how to add you as a widgit on my phone. nope. nuh uh.

Uwaa,,

[lokisgoodgirl]

Do you plan to play Marvel rivals by any chance?

I probably would, actually! (For about 3 hours, love it, and likely never play again😂) Alas, I have none of the widgits and blubberkins one needs. (or maybe I do, but that shows you how much I know about this). I have far too many time consuming hobbies already and I can't risk another Sims situation 🤣

xxx

[rec-flies-away]

i changed my profile pic, cover photo, and blog background! for any of my mutuals who might need that confirmation. old profile pic was a skull figurine and old cover photo was a dark street. new is the widgit symbol for 'space' and a picture of yellow flowers.

[idonothaveanymorequarters]

I got the whispy!

It's amazing how much better you do when you get some sleep. It took me only a couple of tries to get the golden whispy. It is an amazing item but I am already such a glass cannon right now. Radagon's widgit would make it so much worse. On the plus side, I levelled like three times in that place, so that is nice. It all went into vigor. So much vigor.

Now, it is time to explore this absolutely terrifying place.

Also, the barricade shield ash of war is just the most perfect ash of war ever for my style.

[shotimus]

So my friend @daddymus-mamatron introduced my to the newer Time Bandits series today, and while I was watching it I was left with an immediate thought.

'Man does Widgit remind me of Spinister'

I kept thinking about about, and now I can't stop picturing the Scavengers as the Time Bandits. I could see Krok as Penelope (the 'leader'), Kevin as Fulcrum (the newbie), and Misfire as Judy (the empathy cause look how he treated Grimlock). Crankcase was a hard one for me. I'm torn between Alto and Bittelig for different reasons, so that leaves whoever remains for Flywheels.

And Saffron? Definitely Nickel.