#but imagine it was humid…

[andr0nap]

is it a bird? is it a plane? its interdimensional eldritch flying flora!

[viric-dreams]

Tamaas (eventually Tamara)

Addressed as: Madam* (she/her)

Age: 23

Height: 5’4”

Occupation:

Main Skills: Shadowy, Watchful

Prominent Quirks: Melancholy

Closest to: The Urchins

*it's a form of address that feels strange compared to its Varchaasi equivalent, but she no longer has any claim to that title.

Backstory below the cut:

She never questioned her life, much like she never questioned her love for Mihir and her native Varchas. One rarely has to when all is well and life is easy.

She doesn’t understand why her brother did not share this contentedness. Fraternal twins, they were ever-close, sharing everything, but his interest in the Jewel-Turbaned Youth and his fanciful club was something that she simply could not get her mind around. The rest of the family paid it no mind—they’re harmless anyway. Let him have his fun.

She doesn’t know what it was that stopped her from retiring to bed that one fateful evening, a nagging in the back of her head that something was off. When she stepped back out into the yellow evening lamplight, a familiar shape slipping down the streets confirmed her intuition. Her brother made it as far as the Mirrored Gate before she clamped her hand around his wrist. Was he mirror-mad? What could he possibly be thinking? Who would want to leave the light, and to set sail on a steamer with a Tamaas captain he’d only met that morning? She’d argued with him, begging him to see sense, until they were both shouting. Deep in their quarrel, she’d barely noticed the shape in the mirror pressed up against his back until it was too late. It struck and he screamed, jerking to the side. Hand still latched around his arm, she slipped in turn, down the slope beyond the gate and both of their lives ended in an instant.

She’d later piece together what had happened from The Sympathetic Captain, most of her memories a blur, and Mihir knows, she’d had enough time on that ship to play her retelling back in her head in endless combinations. Before her brother had even met the ground, before his head had hit stone and his heart had stopped beating, he was Tamaas. As was she, not a fraction of a second later. The Captain had heard the commotion and was not far from the bottom of the cliff. She had insisted that the Captain take them both, that no one in the city would help them anymore. She had to get him to the next port where he could recover.

How his body had disappeared a day later, on a ship miles from the coast, was not one the Captain could answer, no matter how much she raged, how many objects in the cabin she smashed in her fugue. The Captain could only offer a sympathetic ear and a cup of tea.

When the ship finally docked in London she disappeared into the darkness, too ashamed of her grief to say goodbye. Her life was over, but somehow she would have to keep living, Tamaas or otherwise.

[trishthepotato]

I feel like Nick likes Ellis' wavy hair, he likes touching it and compliments him for it, actually Nick likes wavy hair in general but Ellis's hair is very soft

I guess so, i think he might be brushing his hair too as an excuse to feel the fluffines of Ellis's hair

[worst-room]

The meme fits too well.

[red-dia]

Feeling like there's some untapped potential in a gem that's so brittle and tender they're only bound to live for a few hundred years because the erosion is getting to them fast..... knowing you're only there for a second when everyone else's lifespan is eternity... but being shielded so you can get a chance to live like them nonetheless.... even though you can feel time getting to you more and more and being aware that things can only get worse.... ough

[pyrrhicprose]

Jing Yuan w/ chronic pain bouncing around my mind rn... You don't get stabbed/sacrificed like that w/o aftereffects 👀

[patriamrealm]

Lad gets yote to alola and the poipole descend apon him

HA! Poor guy suddenly on a tropical island and immediately accosted! That would be funny.

[unopenablebox]

every now and then one of my mutuals starts getting into something that one of my other mutuals has had a like self-directed home dissertation level of obsession with for years, and i still don't know anything about it either way but it's very funny learning what a normal trajectory of somebody experiencing it would be like

[networkunsupported]

stanley parable bible symbolism (the crowd goes wild)

honestly i put too many details into snookie9 over here look at the fact their headphones are unplugged cause their ass is not listening look at the fact theyre uhhh apple headphones (im so funny) and the cookie and eveyrhting just look at them

also the snake, thats,, not subtle of me in any way

[cookie9 design by tumblr user pilksus!! as per use khdg]

i couldnt resist drawing a lil 432 so. you get him too. my love. hes john-the-baptist themed (what if you wanted to prelude the main guy and do some cool stuff and be associated with commonly sacrifical animals but then you get wiped out the story like a loser) except hes no animal handling training so pls ignore how terrified the sheep seems

i would be too honestly

also this is the first time i think ive ever posted a proper drawing of him!! and this is what you get! wow thats memorable huh

[aeide-thea]

the thing abt being nb—and very arguably abt being trans in general, and even being queer in ways that aren’t primarily abt gender (except insofar as any sort of queerness inevitably imposes some degree of gender exile, in that Manhood is generally understood to imply a particular relationship to Womanhood and vice versa)—is that you are fundamentally asking for everyone else to reshape their (cisheteronormative, oppositionally sexist) view of gender as a whole, and not just, like, slap an asterisk on you personally?

like, there’s never really a clear line for me between ‘i personally want to be sorted under Gender Not Found’ and ‘i want everyone to let go of the general idea that Men and Women are fundamentally two separate categories rather than a continuum,’ and sometimes i get all knotted up and second-guess myself like, does that mean i’m Really just a cis+ person who woke up to the reality distortion imposed by cisheteropatriarchy and got mad abt it?? and other times i think like, if fundamentally i’m only comfortable if the binary gets dismantled, well, what is ‘nonbinary’ if not ‘doesn’t play well with the binary’? slash like. regardless of whether i ““am”” ““nonbinary”” i vehemently resent and reject the desire to binarize me, as i resent and reject the desire to binarize generally. like i think it’s easy to get tripped up by this question of ‘intrinsic gender reality vs political stance’ but. what is the idea of an intrinsic gender reality if not a political stance!!

anyway that’s rehashing stuff we all thoroughly chewed over years ago but like. really this is a post abt how i’m sort of fine having little tits a lot of the time but my being fine with it relies extremely heavily on my deeply held belief that cis men’s little tits and my own little tits are not fundamentally different in kind but rather, again, two points (ha) on a connected human continuum…

[cats-of-eden-valley]

I HAVE SOME QUESTIONs bc it's been awhile since I looked through this blog (I dig the vibes but keep forgetting to see if you've posted anything new vwv'') and its funky fresh animals and worldbuilding.

Scrolling back through, I came across the Yak-cat, and was wondering if that was still going to be a thing? I know you've mentioned mountain cats are still a thing via them eating the Hearthfire Ptera bird's eggs.

Were the windswept(?) valley cats taking inspo from kangaroos legs, or hares? (and if you were looking for other fast things to possibly use as inspo, might i suggest springboks or african wild dogs if only for interesting coat coloration options)

Also, have you heard of the guianan cock-of-the-rock? It's a bird that's got such Goldspring vibes, (vibrant, colorful, very pretty), not helped by the fact that I keep imagining Goldsprings territory to be more tropical-forest like.

YAK-CATS ARE STILL A THING They think the Valley Cats are really arrogant and uppity. Unfortunately some of them are hot so like. What can you do amiright.

Some of their traders come by for Tradings though! The mountain goats on their territories have some funky horn shapes that the Valley Cats go nuts for.

Windswept kkkkinda hits a weird in between? Their full sprint is the kangaroo hop, but moving around normally they resemble rabbits a bit more (if you've seen that one video of the rabbit "walking" that's how I imagine it gfdh). Coat coloration I'm thinking will be less colourful, with paler coats in pastel shades and relatively few notable markings (they have woolly coats, and simpler coloration means for fibres they can dye to their hearts content (and also they can dye their own fur!))

oh my god it really does. welcome to coev little buddy i'm gonna turn you into a weird parrot lemur ASAP.

[beskad]

I HAVE REO SPEEDWAGON TICKETS

[designsdefiance]

day 25: hot

m'seyli thought she'd be able to handle thavnair. she grew up in gyr abania! she knows how to handle the heat! she was very wrong.

[femcelhood]

MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER NAMED THE FIGHTING MACHINE

[alltherelicsofalifelonglived]

alright having mostly played thru rain world (havent finished gourmand bc i'm not emotionally ready to be a slugpup parent, havent finished hunter and saint yet bc i suck at this game) im going to weigh in on the slugcat fur argument. i think they all have fur, however, i think its constantly way too humid on account of the daily torrential downpours for it to ever be fur-like in appearance, and is instead has more of a gel-like feel to it. like if the structure of the fur and whatever skin oils are produced reacted with water/humidity to form an insulating coat. saint, however, doesn't get the daily downpours and humidity is much lower, so it's fur is fluffed, which helps insulate against the cold. basically all of them are wet cats all the time, except saint bc climate change.

[coolattasclown]

um some funny kindling myth i thinks

a widely believed creation myth is that when the universe was born one of their gods sparked a fire which became their sun. But it was weak and very cold, and their planet Iru was frozen. So the gods added fuel, too much fuel, and scorched Iru until there was only black charred creatures left. In order to regulate this great fire they created the kindlings out of the ashes of Iru and taught them how to control it and use it wisely. There is a bit of truth to this story, there’s evidence of several colder periods of Iru’s history, and the abundance of oxygen on their planet made it easier for wildfires to spread. Plus, Kindlings can’t see very far into red on the color spectrum, being more adapted to see into the uv range instead, so a kindling might look red to a human but to them they are a kind of black- orangeish color.

Another little myth they had before more scientific research proved otherwise was based around why the sky was so empty at night. Because of the ancient civilization before them and their smokescreen around the solar system of the kindlings which i talked about a while back, there are almost no stars visible in Iru’s night sky other than light from their sun reflecting off of moons and planets. These were thought to be embers from the sun that were left after it went out at night. Of course in the modern age the kindlings know the sun doesn’t actually go out at night and the other planets and moons are not embers, but its still told to kids sometimes.

i think i also talked about this somewhere but one common ideology on Iru is that all kindlings are fuel for the same fire; they’re all working towards a shared future/purpose and the best way to keep a fire going strong is to share the work. They’re a very community driven species. Although I’m not sure how they would feel about the discovery of other stars, planets, and intelligent civilizations. And with Olmi, I think that idea of community and helping one another is a bit lost at the moment.