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[fyrefrostanimus]

@artenjoyingcritter

Literally the whole thought process behind naming that body plan was:

"Man I don't even know what to call this one."

*a few minutes pass*

"Wonder what's Critter's busy doi- OOOOOOH GOT IT"

Your username just happened to be the best possible word to describe it lol

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Yeah, I like creature characters too. My favorite designs are ones that can do both bipedal and quad movement so that's what I did for the current designs (I was genuinely considering making the Harpy one like a wyvern as well, Idk why I didn't).

The DunMeshi (or at least a centaur-like) body is a type I've seen before with other peoples' designs for the Voices, it's definitely appealing with the added creatureness that having the four legs brings. And also, varying the lower half's traits like leg or body length would be fun.

The Critter one was pretty much a meme I started actually thinking about using because it was pretty simple to draw. And yeah, the memes with the fact I think they'd be much smaller is great too. Stubborn gets a Napoleon complex with Adversary and they start fighting, with Adversary looking like she's getting swooped by an angry magpie. Hero gets everyone for movie night, and they all fit on one normal-sized chair. Tower telling Broken to get on her shoulder but not offering her hand as a ride, so he has to Shadow of the Colossus his way up there. I think this was most a "haha tiny" one for me.

Maybe I could try to make a hybrid design of the two somehow. Like a critterfied version of the DunMeshi for memes (fully hybridizing them would also involve the Birdtaur design but I could technically do that).

Trying to get creative with the Voices

I wanted the Voices to look more like TLQ bodywise, but honestly I'm considering changing that. They aren't quite the same thing as him after all, plus I can get WAY MORE CREATIVE with the body structure of the bird boys.

As such, I have drawn the main four that came to mind when thinking about this and will let you all tell me what you think.

I'll ramble a bit about each of the body structures, but you can absolutely just just based off of the above image.

"The DunMeshi"

Never read Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon, but still absolutely flipped out seeing Falin chimera because that was fucking badass. As such, I ended up drawing a Voice body type that looked like it.

Generally, it's just about what it looks like. Centaur, but make it Voice. The upper body for the most part stays the same as my current designs, with Hunted still remaining able to use all 6 of his limbs to run around (think like Den's body).

Just imagine Stubborn and Adversary fighting, Stubborn using his front legs to grip her shoulders and pin her down (counts as a win).

"The Birdtaur"

I always found this specific mixture interesting, so I found some good references and drew it (I suck at drawing actual birds most of the time).

Once again, upper body remains the same, but the lower body is a literal bird this time. The posture of the bird body changes depending on the bird the Voice is based on (because there is some variety from what I've seen).

"The Harpy"

The least changed from my current Voices. They just have arm wings now.

I really like arm wings. The maind debate here is "do I let them continue having fully functional hands, or do they have a couple wing fingers like a microraptor to just barelu grab with?" because I've never really seen the appear of arms in the place of wings still having proper hands. It just feels wrong to me.

"The Critter"

Couldn't for the life of me figure out a name for this one, thought of a mutual (not pinging since she said it'd be busy), and immediately went "oh that is the perfect descriptor." You know who you are if you see this.

This one is the most different from my current designs, but also extremy similar. It's more similar to actual birds in body shape, but still keep the arms and the ability to scamper around on all fours like a creature.

I also want to think this body structure would be smaller overall and some of the Voices can be held with just a hand under each armpit. Just because.

Anyways that should be it!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat if i may speak

[wisted-twonderland]

it’s going well

pt 1

[onesnoopyaday]

I AM AT MY LIMIT

Snoopy #90

30/12/2024

description under the cut

[description: a cartoon-style drawing of Snoopy's head. Snoopy is a white dog with black ears. His eyes are shut and his mouth is a horizontal line. There are two large blue teardrops, one under each eye. The text "I am at my limit" is handwritten across the top of the image.]

[foxx-queen]

thinking about the fragment of mythal's spirit finding flemeth. 'she was betrayed as I was betrayed'. morrigan confirming the version of flemeth's history that saw her living in poverty, sold by her husband to a lord who desired her. the parallels to the warden city elf origin. morrigan telling us it's easy to imagine how flemeth and mythal related to one another. 'betrayed by those sworn to love her'. mythals murder at the hands of her fellow gods, the figures that were her husband and children in dalish legends. 'mens hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature'. mythal being a fragment of who she was, split from herself, lost, and she 'clawed and crawled her way through the ages' to a woman betrayed and wounded and left for dead locked in the dark.

thinking about what that moment might've been like for both of them. flemeth lifting her head to a spirit reaching out to her. the fragment of mythal finding a place to rest in a soul that resonated with her. 'your grief must come later... in the dark shadows before you take vengeance, as my mother once said'. did flemeth mean mythal, when she spoke of her mother? was that something mythal said to flemeth in the moments before they became one? 'duty must come now'. duty to the world? flemeth carried mythal through the ages, nudging history when required, aiding and preparing the world for a reckoning she knew would come. 'considering what the world has done to me, I have already done more than it deserves'. the moments in history that could be read as mythal attempting to mend a world she helped to break, and wanting to protect the world that formed from what was broken from being destroyed all over again. she couldn't have done that without flemeth, who had no hand in breaking the world to begin with.

'i am but an old woman, whom the world has largely forgotten'. thedas as we know it wouldn't be there without flemeth. she was murdered, and solas painted her as an elf because he saw her as no more than a vessel for his oldest friend, and refused to acknowledge that he was murdering her too, because she was just a fragment. they'd lived for centuries as one person. kieran mentions that he feels lonely without the old god soul. it must've been lonely, watching and guiding the world as she did. maybe she doesn't hide that shes an old woman because of how the years might've weighed on her. 'regret is something I know well'. mythals regrets are never spoken of, because we never get the chance to hear them. would one of them have been burdening a mortal in such a way? or is that not something she could regret, because of how she came to her in the first place?

'regret that she would never see me again'. maybe it is a little jarring for players to hear morrigan speak of flemeth without all the vitriol we've come to expect. to hear something like sadness when we know what their relationship is like. but we saw flemeth's face when morrigan told her that she would not be like her, in her instant defence of kieran. it's been ten years since morrigan absorbed flemeth and mythals combined memories. she knows everything she's done and everything she's suffered, and how she might've felt about it all. all those regrets. sometimes we don't have to forgive the people who've hurt us to understand them. sometimes we love them despite it all.

[clegfly]

just finished omori manga chapter 7 and i am DYING laughing. this shit isnt even bad anymore its just funny bad. oh my god

[dandelion-wings]

just read a delightful OT3 story in another fandom involving hot baths and massages, and now I am directly yoinking a bunch of its beats so I can tell myself a bedtime story about Lisa and Kaeya bullying Jean into a hot bath and massages. 10/10, do recommend

[realchemistry]

Eddie didn’t remember him. Buck took a deep breath, Eddie was alive, that was all that mattered.

Or, Eddie gets shot, loses some of his memories and comes to an interesting conclusion.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

if i had a dollar for every time the director threw a hissy fit because someone grabbed the wrong prop during a performance this run, i’d have one dollar, which is one dollar too many

update: i swallowed my anxiety and sent the director a message basically going “you’re blowing this out of proportion and this is really nobody’s fault and we shouldn’t get mad about it” except y’know, in a more professional manner

[manicali]

I’ve come to the realization that I am in fact not that stupid at all, I’m just incredibly lazy and refuse to learn anything because of it.

[designernishiki]

it’s so weird to think that ryuji was only a major character in one canon game. like he’s such a strong character with such a strong personality it doesn’t feel like he was only prominent in one canon game at ALL. he feels almost as ever-present and beloved as someone like daigo and yet he’s basically never even mentioned after kiwami 2. that’s so crazy to me.

[qualitative-decay]

more adventures in schrödinger's perceived-or-not, on account of. coyn still has me by the throat a bit perhaps lmao

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he feels numb. he can tell he has more reaction than that; can feel something hovering in the periphery, something repeatedly restricting his breathing and spreading tension over his temples, but—

here... isn't a good place for that.

now isn't a good time.

they stare resolutely through their backpack, clutched in their lap. if they look out the window, the chance of them getting lost in the blur of lights and missing their stop entirely edges into dangerous territory, and they already feel like they're clinging to the present moment with both hands.

the bus is... quite full. he holds himself as small as possible, trying very hard not to touch or be touched by the woman who claimed the seat next to him — a task made more difficult by her wild gesticulation as she converses with some passengers across the aisle.

he shrinks into his seat and ignores her as best he can. he wishes he could actually have anything playing over his headphones to better mitigate the "every single thing happening around him", but... he's still worried about missing his stop.

.....

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he doesn't quite blink and find himself on the doorstep of stan & the narrator's place — if he looks back, he can drag out the memories of more or less what happened in the intervening time — but it's vague enough and distant enough that he's grateful he did in fact end up where he meant to. or, some future him will be grateful. ...probably.

they think they'd meant to knock on the door, but... they're sitting against the wall next to it instead, backpack again on their lap, curled to hide their face against it.

they'd been holding it together so well earlier, too. got stuff packed, made sure that their— that the room they'd been staying in was as orderly as they could manage. they didn't know what to do about things they had to leave behind; they felt a little bad for leaving it for b to deal with.

(if it feels like something in his chest is squeezing to think about him, if his next breath comes half-choked, it's just... worry. it's just concern. he really should knock so he can go inside. he probably should tell someone something's going on.)

...is something going on? they're— this is— something is wrong, isn't it? they think they used to feel more certain, but... no matter that they know they can't trust it, with everything the parable said, and stanley's own behavior of late— they just— they aren't sure anymore. maybe there's no reason to be concerned. maybe stanley just... got tired of having them around.

maybe they just want this to be indicative of something being amiss, because the alternative literally, physically hurts to look at.

(...maybe they shouldn't have forgotten that it had always been meant to be temporary.)

he scrubs at his face with his sleeve. this isn't helping. he needs to go inside so he can actually feel— safe. not that he feels in danger out here, exactly, he just— it feels exposed.

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he's sitting on the edge of the bed in the guest room, light spilling in from the hallway. part of him wants to close the door. part of him is viscerally recoiling from the thought of a closed door, no matter that he could open it again any time he wanted.

...he didn't really end up explaining anything. he couldn't figure out how to; got about as far as a very scripted he knows it's zero notice but would it be alright for him to spend the night, before the static fully crashed over him again and left him unable to get much anything else across. even through thought. too full of fog up there; nothing coherent for the narrator to read unless he wanted to dig for it.

stan and the narrator had exchanged a Look, the meaning of which would probably still have gone over their head if they had been more present, and the narrator had suggested they get some rest; they could talk more in the morning if they felt up to it. and, in all honesty, the idea of shutting themself off for a while sounded very appealing.

it... still does.

so, somewhat mechanically, they open their backpack and start to fish out sleep things.

it's a decently sized backpack, but not so large that a stuffed animal could really get lost inside. and yet... he can't find tether in there. he digs out more clothes in case it's just further down than expected, but the creeping suspicion that he somehow forgot it at stanley's flat is—

their train of thought is utterly derailed by the next thing they grab. they have... no recollection of packing this. (not true. they can picture it, can in the most abstract way recall it, but it's like something from a dream, or a story told by someone else. it doesn't feel like something that actually happened, even with the evidence under their fingertips.)

he clutches stanley's hoodie against his chest, curling around it. for the nth time in the day his throat closes against the emotion, his breath squeezing through painfully. it would probably rasp if he'd let it, but even though it makes him dizzy he forces himself to breathe slowly enough to not make a sound.

it feels very important, somehow, that he not make a sound.

once their breath comes more steadily & with less effort, they shove everything but b's hoodie somewhat haphazardly back into their backpack and drop it off the edge of the bed. they can brush their teeth and do any other hygeine maintenance in the morning. they flop back onto the mattress with more force than was really necessary and hide their face in the hoodie against the light from the door.

(sleep, fortunately, finds them before too long.)

[good-thing-we-are-allies-right]

no bcs the comment in a ballad of songbirds and snakes between Snow and Lucy when Lucy says about the Katniss not being ready yet because "it's a little too early"

Kebfk

I can't help but feel like that is referencing the fact that the revolution would happen in time, people would try repeatedly to bring the games and ultimately Snow to a stop but until Katniss was 'ready' it wouldn't be successful.

(so much more text / rambling in the tags ,, sorry . . !)

[wheucto]

wanted to draw a cat. pretty satisfied w how it came out

[discoballera]

gonna go brave the pillow room on aj so i can gift more ppl. wish me luck 🫡

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

WHAT AND WHO NOW????!!??!

*coughs to cover up maniacal laughter*

okay so basically you know how Eclipse dies the second time in cannon when Sun blasts him to another dimension and he gets disintegrated at Solar's place? Yeah, well that doesn't happen here. Sun happens to take pity on him and lets him go. And remember how Solar Flare was a prominent figure in Eclipse's head while he was going a bit stir-crazy up in space with the star? Well, prominent exposure to the star leads to some fun issues with Solar Flare's AI that Eclipse doesn't have time to look into until he's out on the streets looking for somewhere to crash for the night after being kicked out of the plex. He hides behind some dumpster and does a quick check in his mental space because he can't hear Solar Flare...only to discover that the AI is dormant.

Essentially, the star's energy, as we know in cannon, was corroding Eclipse's body and mental state from the inside out. Lucky for Eclipse, because Solar Flare was considered an outsider to the body (as a result of Eclipse inhabiting it for a longer period of time than Solar Flare himself), Solar Flare was the one who bore the brunt of the damage, keeping Eclipse's AI mostly unharmed. Unluckily for Solar Flare, his AI faced irreparable damage, and, as a result, went into a sort of comatose-like state to prevent further damage. Though Eclipse tried, he was unable to coax Solar Flare out, which essentially meant he had a not-quite-dead roommate dorming with him in their head. And, because Solar Flare's AI was newly-developed and considered secondary to both Fazbear Entertainment and KillCode, no copies of the code or schematics were made, making it nearly impossible to repair or recode.

This revelation is absolutely earth-shattering to Eclipse. He shouldn't really care, he tries to tell himself-it's not like he had enjoyed Solar Flare's company: the AI had made it much more difficult to carry out any of his work and planning. Still, Solar Flare had stuck by him (even though it wasn't really out of his own volition), attempted to comfort him within his last moments, and took most of the hits for him. He'd seen parts of Eclipse that nobody else had, and now he was gone because of Eclipse's foolishness and poor planning.

So, Eclipse opens up his dentistry to make enough money to buy resources to build Solar Flare from scratch. It's the least he can do, he reasons, and it's not like he has any other life purpose anymore. He works long hours during the day and then hunches over his desk creating new schematics at night. His low battery level and poor mental state sometimes impact him severely, to a point where he experiences hallucinations of the character sharing his mind and soul...