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[once-was-muses]

[ SHIT I FORGOR UPDATE- I do not have the wherewithal to do his braids rn but a couple slut refs are Happenin'™️ ]

[dreamcrow]

people seemed to enjoy my earlier doodle of skrael's moving castle, so...here's skraelfie hatter and howlroc jenkins!!

ft. some absolutely ancient lineart, a VERY lost normie human fashion designer (@nrth-wind), and yr local tender romo horrible birdgod (@flamekeeperbellroc), showing him just what his universe is missing 🌟

[thequietabsolute]

Scylla & Charybdis ‘Hast thou found me, O mine enemy?’

from ‘James Joyce’s Ulysses: Critical Essays’; photograph by @thequietabsolute

With its single lamp and surrounding shadows, the room where the dialogue takes place contrasts with the brightness 'in the daylit corridor (200.27) where Mr Lyster talks with Bloom, and even more so with the holy atmosphere in the 'kind air' (218.5) of Kildare street outside the library. There is at times a mysterious and religious aura in the room. Eglinton looks over at Russell after teasing Stephen about one of his youthful boasts: 'Glittereyed, his rufous skull close to his greencapped desklamp sought the face, bearded amid darkgreener shadow, an ollav [‘a learned man in ancient Ireland’], holyeyed' (184.31). Left briefly alone, Stephen thinks, 'a vestal's lamp', as he contemplates the 'vaulted cell', with its warm and brooding air. Here Eglinton 'ponders things that were not', 'what might have been', and 'things not known'. 'Coffined thoughts around me, in mummy-cases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned', Stephen muses. 'They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak their will' (193.29). The old thoughts are like the ghost of Shakespeare's play, but in Joyce's and Stephen's celebrated distinction between 'proper' and 'improper art’ they are improper, because they urge him to some action (Paris Notebook 13 February, 1903; CW, 143). To adopt the religious language that either Joyce or Stephen might use, such thoughts, by exciting desire and loathing, are profanities in the sacred temple of art.

— Robert Kellogg, from his essay on the Scylla and Charybdis episode in ‘Ulysses’

[tzipor-feather-blog]

How did I become a genius-Chapter Five

I daydream a lot. It helps me pass the time. No one pays attention to me, and if they do, it's just to pester me. So it's not worth it to talk to them.

Stories of birds (they're my favourite animal) and birdgods spiral inside my head repeating themselves over and over again. Sometimes I change the story a little bit. Sometimes I don't.

I always believed that having only one god was unfair. So in my stories there's a god per species. The reality is that I don't like deities much but, if we're gonna have them, let's be fair about who has control: all of them.

It's hard to pay attention to my surroundings.

I've always being good at telling stories (I've got a great narrator voice), but never at writing them. I hope someday I will. That's one of the reasons I repeat them in my head: to not forget them.

Philosophical questions come and go inside my head. Why is the world like this? What's a man? What's a woman? Is sexual desire only inherent to sexual beings? Do women think the same way as men? Are we all equal? If not, can we be? Why are people good? Why are people bad? Are they good forever or bad forever? Are people redeemable? If not, is there something to be done about it? Are humans superior to other species? Do people actually consider nature's diversity when answering this question? Is it actually important to consider it?

I'm always asking questions but never testing the answers. I'm just too scared to act. As I said before, one false step could lead to my peers making me remember it for years on end. So there's no room for experimentation. Nor it ever will.

Everything has to be perfect, for if I'm not perfect, I'll be pestered until I die. That's just how things are.

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[tobiasvyseri]

Been having a bit of an art block lately, decided to draw something weird, I've always enjoyed those pictures that at first glance look normal but upon closer inspection have a bunch of weird stuff going on. I don't think I totally made it here, but I'm still happy with how it came out.

[splintercept]

an AU where birds control time without anyone knowing. like no one can tell but the birds are in control of time. if they all stop flying or moving at once, the world just stops until one of them does. but they’re like always flyin and shit so no one knows and nothing really happens

[mass-driver]

I cannot believe it, you too are also BIRD

I do not have an excuse for forgetting about this, so accept an oversized bust of the BirdGod I use as an FC as an apology.

[hairyattheheels]

Gappa! I feel like this was the kaiju version of Home Alone and the humans were The Wet Bandits. 😂Never underestimate the bond between giant monster parents and their spawn. . . . #vhseptember #vhs #60s #retrovhs #retromedia #japaneseimport #gappa #kaiju #daikaiju #triphibian #triphibianmonsters #giantmonster #tokusatsu #japanesemonster #devilbird #birdgod #homealone #thewetbandits (at Avondale, Chicago)

[laughoutloud-club]

Neighbour stole my parking lot yesterday. Woke up to this. Birdgods have my back.

[chewedcorn]

Neighbour stole my parking lot yesterday. Woke up to this. Birdgods have my back.

[dillydedalus]

books i read in october

will i even read anything this month? MAYBE NOT (i did.)

der gang vor die hunde (going to the dogs), erich kästner  the restored full text of kästner’s fabian, a satirical novel about late weimar berlin and how it is.... going to the dogs. it’s witty, everyone is dancing (and uh, fucking) on the edge of the abyss, fabian sees the end of europe everywhere he looks, but my favourite bits were honestly kästner’s incredibly sharp & funny postscripts (one to the moral censors, one to the art critics - ‘this book is not for confirmees, no matter how old they are’), and the blurb calling berlin ‘der zärtliche moloch der moderne’/’the tender moloch of modernity’. 3.5/5

hier ist noch alles möglich, gianna molinari longlisted for german book prize. a short novel about a woman who decides to become a nightguard at a rundown factory where a wolf has been seen (maybe). mostly, it’s ramblings about borders/boundaries, intrusions and separations of space (the wolf coming into the factory, the fence of the factory, islands etc). it’s interesting, but it’s a bit too long for what it did. 2.5/5

when hitler stole pink rabbit, judith kerr i’ve had this book for like. probably 15 years? god. anyway, somehow i never read it and picked it up now to get it off the unread shelf. it’s a fictionalised account of kerr’s childhood as a refugee after her jewish family leaves germany just before the nazis come into power, and their struggle to make a living and find their place in the countries they escape to. it was really well-done, not overly didactic or sentimental & i should have read it as a kid i guess! 3/5 

die liebe unter aliens, terézia mora short story collection. i listened to the audio book, which only has 5 of the 10 stories (which i didn’t know before), so that’s a bit disappointing. anyway, the title means ‘love among aliens’, but sadly there were no aliens :(. just alienated people trying to find something/themselves/etc. i liked mora’s style, but the only story i rly liked was one about a japanese prof who falls in love with a goddess. 2.5/5, gave it 3/5 on goodreads bc i only heard half the stories 

buried in the sky, peter zuckerman & amanda padoan i find mountaineering disasters morbidly fascinating & am kinda obsessed with them (throwback to last year when i read into thin air & told everyone who’d listen not to climb everest & they were all like.... wasn’t planning to but okay??). k2 is only slightly less high than everest but much more difficult technically (all the climbers r like.... oh everest is so easy i wanted a real challenge like.... k). anyway this book is focused on a particular disaster on k2 during which 11 people died, as well as on the position, history, culture etc. of the indigenous ethnic groups that live in these regions & work for mountaineering expeditions (Sherpas being the most well-known but there are others as well!). since the authors weren’t on this expedition, it’s not quite as harrowing and immersive as into thin air  but it’s still plenty harrowing! horrible deaths! the deaths of the high altitude workers were incredibly tragic & while obvi the mountaineers’ deaths are sad too, i feel like they know what they’re getting into & they’re not doing it out of economic necessity but for like... fun? the rush? pride? idk. but anyway if you don’t wanna die... don’t go into the DEATH ZONE. it’s literally called the DEATH ZONE DON’T GO THERE. anyway yeah i find everything about extreme mountaineering super fascinating & terrifying & this is a good one, tho into thin air would be still my #1 rec. 4/5

wenn es nur licht gäbe, bevor es dunkel wird, iunona guruli tbh i mainly got this on overdrive bc i hadn’t really read anything from georgia (the country in the caucasus, not the american state). it’s a short story collection (mostly about/set in georgia but written in german) on themes like drug abuse, gendered, sexual & domestic violence and depression, so... not much fun here! there is a dreamlike quality to some of the stories which i think contrasted well with the quite dark themes, but overall the stories were too similar & blended together too much for me, and sometimes the style seemed a bit too laboured. 2.5/5 

unter weißen, mohamed amjahid really good, persuasive & engaging examination of racism in germany, accessible without being basic. i haven’t really read a book like this about specifically german racism and its particularities, especially one so recent (it was published in 2017 & the context of the ‘refugee crisis’ is rly important). amjahid (who’s a journalist with die zeit currently) works w/ a lot of personal anecdotes and they are uh. horrible. like, one chapter is about the paternalistic side of willkommenskultur, where he goes to munich train station to interview volunteers welcoming refugees and some of them immediately cast him as ‘helpless ignorant refugee in need of our benevolence’ & dehumanise him to the point that they don’t even register that he’s speaking to them in german like. fuck. 4/5

desintegriert euch!, max czollek (actually finished this a bit later but it goes well with the amjahid book) while amjahid discusses racism in germany both in general terms and specifically islamophobia, czollek focuses on german antisemitism and advocates for disassimilation & alliances between different marginalised groups in rejection of german ‘leitkultur’. also he talks about daniel kahn in a chapter on jewish revenge & i love daniel kahn. 4/5

the white guard, mikhail bulgakov (tr. from russian) look, the situation in kiev after the russian revolution and the multiple military take-overs of the city is interesting and all (tho incredibly confusing if like me you don’t know who any of the factions are or what they want), but where’s the devil? where are the witchy vibes? where is the demonic talking cat? 3/5

der vogelgott, susanne röckel so this was shortlisted for this year’s german book prize and i can totally see why. it’s disturbing, compelling, has a lot of conceptually interesting weird stuff going on and it almost really worked for me. it’s a story about three siblings haunted by a strange & horrible birdgod after their father, a hobby ornithologist and taxidermist, kills a bird he shouldn’t have. while the siblings live very different lives - one goes to a fictional african (?) country to work for an ngo, one is working on her doctoral thesis on a medieval german painter, the third is a journalist researching strange fears and dreams that are troubling the city’s children - all of them become entwined with this birdgod and the cult(s) surrounding it. my problem is mainly that the book uses the ‘too horrible to describe/comprehend’ trope way too much, which is effective the first few times but eventually wears off & just becomes annoying and like.... so what?? also, the first sibling’s chapter uses some very colonialist tropes about the savage religions and customs of the uncivilised natives, and while there is an attempt at subversion here (e.g. the same cult being present in medieval germany apparently), it didn’t feel like enough for me. but overall this is a really interesting, disturbing little book. 3.5/5

king lear, shakespeare (for uni) honestly... i expected more from this, tho to be fair reading it in a rush for a seminar (that ended up getting cancelled anyway) probably wasn’t ideal. overall i just.... didn’t feel anything about anyone (except the YAAAS BITCH vibes for regan/goneril/edmond’s shenanigans), many characters’ choices & actions didn’t make sense to me & i was disappointed that cordelia wasn’t a character as much as a ~pure selfless angel for lear to have feelings about. 2/5

currently reading: the bloody chamber by angela carter which i’m high-key loving, white dancing elephants by chaya bhuvaneswar, also two comics/graphic novels: john lewis’ march series and saga book one

[all-funny-memes]

Neighbour stole my parking lot yesterday. Woke up to this. Birdgods have my back.

[glutenfreegarlicbread]

Neighbour stole my parking lot yesterday. Woke up to this. Birdgods have my back.

[thunder-stuck]

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[iamtokebi]

Tengu (天狗, "heavenly dog") is a mythological creature from Japan. Usually depicted as bird of prey and dogs, this Shinto God is always red and is a guardian of forests and mountains. His human form has a big ass nose (it's not a penis, your pervs!). Help me reach more people! Comment & Like & tag please! . . . . . . . #iamtokebi #tokebiskulls #skulls #skullart #skullartist #tengu #birdgod #doggod #mythology #masks #masksoftheworld #shinto #shintogod #japan #ilovejapan #monsters #skullmask #tengomask #artistic #psychedelicart #psychedeliccolor #green #red #japanart #artsy #bardecor #💀 https://ift.tt/2mz2hnB

[the-alice-blue-rabbit]

“/Ufufufufu~/”

“⚔MURKLE!⚔“

The outraged yell followed the dark-colored Elf as he sprinted through the halls, his ice making a conspicuous but fast path he glided upon as the other Elf chased after him fuming.

“⚔DAMMIT MURKLE, GET BACK HERE YA BLOODY ARSE!⚔“ Lancia roared, her fire burning away what could only be assumed to be ink on her person as if she’d been bombarded. “⚔AHM GONNA ROAST YOU ALIVE FOR THIS!⚔“ She yelled, Giaselle’s ice melting away under her flames.

Xander stepped out into the hall with a new journal book from Rafiki (damn he had a lot of these by now...If Ben knew he’d never have a moment’s peace again) just in time to have Giaselle fly by with a cackle.

“Ⓧ...The fuck?Ⓧ“

When he heard the womanly roar of rage behind him, Xander didn’t even stop to wonder Lancia was chasing Giselle. He simply brandished his arm and clothes-lined the warrior Elf in the stomach, Lancia’s back hitting the ground hard.

“/My thanks, Xander!/”

The green-eyed Elf stared down the end of the hall where Giaselle vanished round the corner, then turned his head to Lancia on the floor.

“Ⓧ...I need brew.Ⓧ“

A few moments later, Lancia was chugging a mug of hellbrew as Gable soothed her Adora with nuzzling and chirping, a habit so familiar to Xander that he didn’t bat an eye at the affection. “⚔Ah swear when Ah get mah hands on that bloody idiot-!⚔”

“ⓍEasy, easy, down girl.Ⓧ“ Xander held his hand up, the fire Elf growling again as Gable peppered her hands with kisses. “ⓍWhat the hell even happened?Ⓧ“

Lancia finished off her mug and slammed it down for the maids nearby to refill as she spoke. “⚔Ah was mindin’ mah own business when Murkle came flyin’ outta nowhere and blasted me with this foul shit!⚔” She held up her arm to show Xander the black ooze on her armor. Despite it looking like ink, though, the scent was unmistakable and Xander knew without a doubt it was oil. Machinery oil, of course, because the Elf who built insects from metal parts would indeed have access to it. “⚔Ran off laughin’, ‘e did! So Ah was gonna givum a piece o’ mah mind!⚔”

“♆Easy there Fio. It wasn’t harmful, after all. And might I remind, you’ve done worse to him in the past.♆“ Gable glubbed at her, the Fire Elf flushing pink in the face. “♆But it IS odd, especially for Murkle. I never thought him to be such a prankster even before his accident. I wonder what’s causing this?♆“

Xander sighed, facepalming. “ⓍYeah, he could be a lil shit, but giving somebody a bath with motor oil wasn’t something he’d normally pull.Ⓧ” He thought glumly on Mediote’s words. Could it really be that Giaselle was destabilizing after all this time? “ⓍListen, I’ll go talk to him. Get an apology and a promise he won’t do it again. But punching him in the face won’t do any good. Trust me.Ⓧ” His own relationship with Ben proved that.

“⚔YA’D BETTAH!⚔“ Lancia growled out, swinging her arm and nearly clocking a servant in the face as the poor kangaroo was trying to set down her new drink.

Several minutes later, Xander was wandering the halls to get to Gia’s tower when he met Gandalf...Oh wait. “ⓍI’ve been meaning to ask. How the hell do you sneak in here if everybody’s psychic and you’re basically BirdGod?Ⓧ”

“Simple. I decide I don’t want anyone to know it’s me.” Mirus, in his disguise, winked at Xander. “So, your little half’n’half friend is going bonkers again?”

Xander facepalmed at the Ancients’ quip. “ⓍSadly. Hey...Ⓧ” He looked up at Mirus, the darker green Xs that served as his pupils dilating a bit. “ⓍIf something WAS wrong with Gia, could you fix it?Ⓧ” He watched as Gandalf’s torso swelled like a pigeon puffing its chest.

“I wonder...I wonder.” And as the eyes slid to his own, Xander saw the hues flash gold. “I could meddle just a little if I’m careful, I suppose.”

They arrived at the tower, evidence of the assault a dark slime on the handle.

“Ⓧ...I’m gonna have to kick his ass.Ⓧ“ Xander sighed, before promptly kicking in the door, charging up the spiral staircase as Mirus watched.

The Ancient in disguise smirked. “You look so un-eager for that.”

“ⓍPut down the wrench and put your hands up, Giaselle.Ⓧ“ Xander calmly ordered, blinking as his run slowed as he found Giaselle ASLEEP on his bed surrounded by the mechabugs. The vampiric-looking Elf was curled on his side, snoring as he hugged a small plush toy to his chest.

Xander stared before walking over - and using his telekinetic energy to pot-toss Giaelle straight into the pool his bed was surrounded by.

“/Fils de pute! Enculer! Enculer!/” As he surfaced, Giaselle spotted Xander and bore his fangs like a snake. “/Salaud. Xander what the HELL?!/” He snarled, doggy-paddling sadly towards the steps.

The shorter Elf had his arms crossed. “ⓍIt’s a good thing I still can’t translate that. But you have no right to act mad when you’ve got Lancia steaming.Ⓧ”

“/...The hell are you talking about?/” Giaselle stared with an annoyed albeit confused gaze, wringing out his hair. “/And WHY did you throw me into my bath? It might be warm, Xander, but I hate being wet./”

Xander blinked, realizing Giaselle wasn’t playing dumb. “ⓍWait...Serious- Gia! You dumped OIL on Lancia! She was chasing you down the hall, I SAW you run by! I friggen’ saved you from the fiery inferno Dante was too scared to write about!Ⓧ” The shorter Elf insisted as Giaselle shook off the excess fluid in his robes.

“/Xander I’ve been here since the sun rose./” Giaselle told him, looking paler than normal and rather dizzy. “/I didn’t feel well after I finished my paperwork so I laid down for a nap./”

It was then Mirus poked his head in. “Well, here’s a simple idea: go check if you’re missing some oil.”

“ⓍYeah!Ⓧ“ Xander pointed at Giaselle, both his own reversed eyes and the skullpin he wore at his throat blinking in surprise. “ⓍYou dumped like an entire can of it on her! You’ve gotta be missing some right?Ⓧ“

The Shadow Elf rolled his eyes. “/Very well, but if none’s missing you WILL be taking over my paperwork tomorrow so I can sleep in./”

“Ⓧ...You were saying?Ⓧ“ Xander uttered a moment later as the three stood in front of Gia’s work area, which not only was missing a few oil canisters, but looked like a storm had swept through it.

Giaselle’s jaw was dropped. “/How- How did this even.../” He picked up a broken pipe and stared at it in shock before he looked at Xander as his ears dropped. “/I swear on my life and blood I have NO memory of this. Please Xander, you MUST believe me.../”

“ⓍOh trust me. You treat your creations like Benny treats his kids.Ⓧ“ Xander said as he watched an unfinished and now destroyed weapon of some kind leak fluid morbidly. “ⓍYou wouldn’t do this in your right mind.Ⓧ“

The Shadow Elf hugged his plush toy tight as Mirus examined the workbench.

“ⓍWe’ll figure this out.Ⓧ“ Xander patted Giaselle’s back. “ⓍI swear.Ⓧ“