#and oh yeah

[marlynnofmany]

Seeing Faces

It’s rare when we get a shipment to deliver that’s not packaged somehow — either in Earth-standard boxes, another world’s version of shipping crates, or a livestock pen of some kind. Even that bunch of alien trees had been thoroughly wrapped at the bottom. But this collection of machinery parts didn’t have so much as a layer of cling-wrap on it. I guess the owners figured these things were sturdy enough not to need it.

They were probably right. The metal chunks were heavy. I tried to guess what they were made for as Blip and Blop muscled the biggest ones onto a hover sled, clearing the way for Paint and me to gather up the smaller pieces. Captain Sunlight bid the customer farewell and shut the cargo bay door.

“I think these look like vertebrae,” I said to Paint. “Greasy vertebra. Ew. I’m going to need a new shirt.” The offworld engine oil of whatever didn’t seem acidic at least, so that was nice. I sighed about the black smears.

“Strange vertebrae,” Paint said, juggling her own armload of odd shapes that didn’t seem to be rubbing off on her orange scales. Not that I was jealous or anything. “There would need to be a dual spinal cord.” She tapped a claw on one of the holes.

“Hm, yeah. There are probably animals like that,” I said. “Or robots, as the case may be.”

Ahead of us, Captain Sunlight opened the door to the appropriate storage hold, then headed off on captainly business. It was impressive how different a vibe she gave off compared to Paint, for all their physical similarities. Both were little lizardy people, but one strode with her lemon-yellow head held high, every inch the authority figure, while the other was Paint. She somehow bounced when she walked, even when weighted down by unwieldy metal things.

“I’ll bet these stack really well,” Paint said. “They look like they interlock. We could probably build a spinal column without them falling over.”

“We probably could,” I agreed. “But I don’t want to be the one responsible for bending one of the flanges because we wanted to test it out.”

“Hm. Yep yep yep. But I maintain that we could.”

“We could.”

The two of us entered the storage hold to find Blip and Blop racing to see who could unload the sled faster. It’s not that the Frillian twins were overly competitive, but they were twins. They’d apparently hatched at the same time, and had been in a low-key competition to see who was better at life ever since. But they smiled while they did it.

“Done!” Blip declared, setting down a lump of metal big enough for Paint to hide behind. She raised her hands in triumph, fins fluttering.

“Doesn’t count,” Blop said as he put down his own piece. “You didn’t line them up right. Mine are tidier.”

They squabbled about this while Paint and I unloaded our metal chunks nearby. I had to kneel to keep from dropping the things. It would be just my luck if they did warp on impact, or bounce off each other and whack me in the shin.

The Frillians took their debate out the door before I finished. They’d already moved on to who could steer the hoversled with the minimum of touching.

“Ha,” Paint said. “They do stack.”

I turned to see only one of the things set on top of another, with Paint ready to catch it if it slid. She took it down before I could say anything.

I just nodded and arranged my own into a reasonable huddle, then wiped my hands on my shirt. It was only when I moved toward the door, with a look back at the big pieces, that I got a good look at the one that Blop had set on its side.

This was the logical place to put it, not sticking out past the rest, but the thing that caught my attention was the shape when seen from this angle. Those two holes could have been eyes, and the flanges were shaped like stubby arms. There were even a couple slots in the middle like nostrils.

I burst out laughing.

“What?” Paint demanded.

“It looks like Zhee!” I said, pointing. “Big bug eyes and everything!”

“What does?” Paint asked. She came to stand next to me, following my arm, but just looked confused. “Where are the eyes?”

“These!” I said, stepping closer and pointing at the holes. “And those are the arms. Isn’t it perfect?”

Paint cocked her head as if slightly tilted vision could unlock the answers. “Arms?”

I repeated myself, but she still looked lost, so I found a notepad and pencil in a storage cupboard —reliable even when the batteries all run out — and sketched what I saw.

“Ohh, I get what you mean now,” Paint said when I showed her. “Those parts are lifted like pincher arms, and those are roughly the same proportion as Mesmer eyes.”

“Yeah, it’s uncanny,” I said.

Paint took the notepad to study it closer. “How did you even notice that?”

“It was pretty easy,” I told her. “It just jumped out at me when I looked from the right direction. Like seeing faces in clouds, you know?”

Paint’s blank expression said that she didn’t know.

“Do you not do that? Find patterns of familiar shapes in random things?”

“No?” she replied. “Is that a thing I’m supposed to be doing?”

“You don’t have to! It’s just something that everybody does on Earth, ever since we’re kids. It’s probably from a long history of watching for camouflaged predators in the bushes. You’ve got camouflage on your planet, right? You must.”

“Yeah, sure,” Paint said easily. “But I guess not that much. I’ve never seen a face in a cloud; that sounds terrifying.”

“Not really; it’s more like feeling smart for spotting something. Well,” I amended. “It could be a little unsettling if you see a skull or something. But that’s rare. There are whole systems of divination about this sort of thing.”

Paint looked like she was about to ask a million questions, but right then the sound of familiar clicking footsteps tapped down the hall.

“Zhee!” Paint called, whirling with the notebook in her hand. “Zhee, look what Robin saw!”

Zhee came into view looking just as eyecatching and purple as usual, halting at the doorway while Paint eagerly explained the conversation we’d just had. Quickly and enthusiastically. With lots of waving the sketch around, and pointing back at the machine part.

I felt like apologizing as he stared with an unreadable alien expression. His antennae weren’t even moving; I couldn’t tell what he thought of it all.

Finally Paint finished talking. “She says it’s probably because her species watches for predators in the bushes. Isn’t that amazing?”

Zhee made a point of looking slowly from the sketch to the metal thing, then to me. I braced myself for judgement.

Instead, Zhee raised his pincher arms into the same pose and declared, “I am the danger that lurks in the bushes.” Then he slunk out of sight, many legs scuttling in a quickstep way that he knew darn well I found creepy.

Paint blinked at the empty doorway, still holding the notebook.

“Aw, man,” I said. “He’s picking things up from Trrili.”

Paint immediately closed the notebook. “We definitely shouldn’t show her.”

“Agreed!” I said.

After a moment of thought, Paint tore the page out and handed it to me, then took the notebook back to the cupboard. I pocketed it with a final glance at the metal vertebra that looked remarkably like a cartoonish Mesmer squaring up for battle.

Someone had left a roll of no-residue marking tape on a box nearby. I grabbed a strip and stuck it onto the metal, with the ends curved up.

Now the thing had a goofy grin that possibly no one would recognize. But if there were any humans on the receiving end of this delivery, they ought to get a good laugh out of it.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

[dduane]

...Apples. (They don’t even have to be great ones. Maybe they’ve been sitting in that fruit basket a bit too long. This can be their moment of glory.) ...Spices. Dark brown sugar. Butter. And cream, bubbling and fragrant around the beautifully browned apples, just out of the oven.

For those of you who’ve been asking: the recipe. :)

[burgycreeper405-blog]

hola

i thought that like,, you sent a art request or somechet, didn't expected this gkfshhsjdg

you did it before i do khssyjfdhshh

I'm speechless, thanks m8

[duchess-of-mandalore]

BO-KATAN BO-KATAN BO-KATAN BO-KATAN BO-KATAN BO-KATAN BO-KATAN BO-KATAN

(Her hair looks so much better this season!!)

[todd-queen]

[likeafantasy]

[xjumbled-up-brainx]

Enjoy this little bit of one of the best episodes XD

WOAH! :0

I know, it’s serious! >:/

It’s not too late to save her, is it? :C

YES! :D

IT IS?!? :00

NO-

[marykk1990]

My next post in support of Ukraine is:

Next site, I don't have a lot of information on it, but it's pretty, so I'll just share pics. It's the Syrets'kyy Dendrolohichnyy Park in Kyiv. I think it would be lovely to wander around this park for a few hours. #StandWithUkraine

#SlavaUkraïni 🇺🇦🌻

Here's another pic of the Zelenskyy family in happier times. This is the couple that many muscovy supporters are spreading lies about. Don't fall for the lies. They're not Nazis. They're patriotic Ukrainians who just want a country free of muscovy tyranny. #SlavaUkraïni 🇺🇦🌻

And I said in yesterday's post that I would share some of my earlier posts from my Twitter thread that I started on day 1 of muscovy's full-scale invasion of Ukraine. So here's a link to my very first post from February 24, 2022.

#SlavaUkraïni 🇺🇦🌻

[maliceofminds]

yesterday was the worst day of this year, but we‘re about to get a runner up

[party-gilmore]

I don't begrudge someone who has an easy period. Genuinely, good for them. I would rather no one have to go through what I go through. At all.

But.

The more I see people who think their experiences are universal opening their mouths and leveraging assumptions about other people who experience it differently. Expecting everyone to feel the same way they do about it. And ESPECIALLY the TERFy bullshit about how they're "a beautiful sign of woman and sisterhood that binds us all together in shared struggle"

...

Straight up, i have deeper shared connection with a woman who knows the excruciating pain of being kicked in the balls than i do with someome who has a few mood swings and leaks a bit for 3-5 days. And time I see someone like talking about our "shared experiences" i want to scream. We share no experiences. I can explain everything I go through all day long and you would STILL have no concept of how it actually feels.

Like. Fucking good for you but stop being weird about it.

[catboygirlboss]

i wanna write saw fanfic but idk what it’d be about. au where adam and amanda live

[sirowsky]

Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that it's a This Monday Gonna Fuck You Over-day today.

Please hold while I adjust my settings.

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[siriusblack-the-third]

tell me about Righteous Anger! that sounds interesting

Well, it's just a little drabble about Harry getting pissed off about his name coming out of the goblet so.. he yells at Dumbles in front of literally everyone right there in the great hall, breaks the Gryffindor dinner table with his bare hands and swears a magical oath that he didn't put his name in the goblet.

Idk if I'm ever planning to expand on that, but if I do, it'll be well written.

Thanks for the ask!

[its-haughty]

the son. Boy

Here's Moriah!! He'll be a MAIN character for this New Thing That I'm Working On™ that now has a name! Larazus' Lament... (albeit it is a title that might get changed but I thought it sticks pretty well), moriah used to be a secondary character but he’s really important so ye

(Actual Information Under The Cut Lol!!!)

Moriah is Lararus' significant other, they deeply care about each other! Although Moriah's a kind-hearted and compassionate guy, he's not thick-headed as people would think. Moriah's smart, he can read people and certainly his partner. Sure enough, he does notice things wrong with Lazarus, but he's willing to set his suspicions aside and puts his emotions first.

Runs a youtube channel and does paranormal investigations (its his pride and joy)

Probably works at a small cafe to make actual money :]

ONE OF FRECKLES IS A HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you'd probably guess he loves loves ghosts and trying to find them but it catches people off guard. Like that innocent ol face wants to find dead people?

More Doodles!!!

[ciciciron]

Bitches be drawing the gayest shit then drowning it in pretty overlay layers

It's me, I'm bitches

Assume that Cyrus is annoyed at the fact I keep torturing him like this.