#calamity barks

[teaspoonofdragons]

May I suggest. Candy cigarette for the 1 year old Sig.

Sometimes lying to children is okay. Sometimes it is to prevent poisioning. Sometimes it is to prevent sad child because thing tastes bad.

(Bad influence... Hehehe (gleeful))

Well the good news is my vers. of Doppelganger Schezo has a sugar addiction that overrides anything else in his brain. Someone should probably take that cigarette from Sig, though.

[solarwreathe]

take me to pretty boy reservoir

[askthegerudochieftain]

Hey are you aware your 2nd @askurbosasbodyguard is now a sand seal ? Crazy right !

Hmm ... excuse me... ?

How..... ?

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But... I... guess that would......

...explain... a lot....

[tomoleary]

Carl Barks "Calamity Jane" Illustration Original Art “Famous Figures of History as They Might Have Looked Had Their Genes Gotten Mixed with Waterfowl” (1978) Source

[fnvminorcharacterpoll]

FNV Minor Character Poll - Quarterfinal Round 5-B, Day 2

Left: No-Bark Noonan, resident eccentric of Novac. —"Confound it, No-bark, you done it again. You let on that you know things. Now they'll never let you be. All right, stranger, you got me. What do you want to know?"

Right: Calamity, assistant to Doctor Henry at Jacobstown. —"I can probably handle [a brain transplant]. Just the same as changing a light bulb, except stickier and smellier. Right?"

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[byregot]

I’ve decided the calamity is like the Eorzean 9/11 in that like they make their kids watch calamity videos on the magitek rollout tv every year in 3rd grade and go “where were u when it happened …” at a teenager that was like 3yrs old when it happened

[ruth-posts-pokemon]

You would not believe your eyes

If a hulking red Dhelmise

Went silly mode as you gave it beans

… Basically any Pokémon can be cute under the right circumstances or given the right motivation and there is absolutely nothing that can make me think otherwise. Little guy or perhaps even little fella vibes, just size XXL. I am not biased at all whatsoever in this assessment

[emo-eyemakeup-evildude]

Soon he was weighed down with chains of gold. They were marks of his worth, just like the little baubles and trinkets the good people of Hyrule had plied him with before they turned their backs on him. He hadn’t earned these yet. He promised himself he would.

Chapter 23 of Long Road To Ruin is now up. Happy leap day!

[teaspoonofdragons]

Yoo so I gave credit and linked to your post but I dubbed a bunch of your puyo puyo incorrect quote images https://www.tumblr.com/gamergal-ds/781348622970273792/found-these-two-puyo-puyo-incorrect-quotes-posts?source=share

YOOOOOOO Sorry it took literally months for me to see this but YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HELL YEAH WE LOVE TO SEE IT thank you so much!! Shit's hella cool

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A Few More Ancient Egyptian Art Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Natron - a natural salt used in mummification

Necropolis - from the Greek meaning “city of the dead,” especially the large cemetery of an ancient city

Neith - “the terrifying one”; protector of the king and one of four goddesses who guard the coffin and the canopic box

Nemes - a royal headdress, probably of striped linen or perhaps leather, with lappets falling forward over each shoulder and with the fabric gathered and tied in back

Nephthys - sister of Isis, protector of coffins and canopic jars

Nut - the winged sky goddess; as a woman arching over the earth she is the personification of the vault of the heavens

Osiris - according to myth, Egypt’s first king; created by the gods, Osiris suffered a violent death, was made whole again magically by Isis, and became the ruler of the dead

Ostracon - a limestone or pottery flake used to sketch, practice writing, or make notes

Papyrus - the writing surface of Egyptian scribes, made from the pith of papyrus stalks separated into strips that were flattened and placed side by side, slightly overlapping. On top of this layer, another layer of strips was placed at right angles to the first. The surface was then repeatedly pounded to make it smooth. The plant juices released in the pounding caused the strips to adhere to each other permanently without the aid of glue. In art, images of papyrus plants symbolized the world, which arose from the primeval waters at the time of creation. The plant was also the heraldic symbol of Lower Egypt.

Ptah Sokar - creator god and patron of craftsmen; shown as a human without any indication of limbs

Re - meaning simply “sun,” the most important name of the sun god, who was later combined with many other gods; the creator and sustainer of the world, who travels in a bark through the sky by day and through the underworld by night

Re-Harakhty - falcon-headed god, fusion of Re and Harakhty

Red crown - red headdress, cylindrical in shape with a high back extension, symbolizing the sovereignty of the king over Lower Egypt

Sakhmet - ambivalent goddess of war, disease, and chaos, who could also cause such calamities to cease and, in her role as the sun’s destructive eye, could repel hostile powers threatening Egypt; usually shown with a lioness’s head and a lion’s mane

Sarcophagus - a coffin made of stone

Selket - goddess—shown in human form with a scorpion on her head—who, with Isis, protected Horus during his childhood and was one of the four goddesses who guard the coffin and canopic box

Serdab - an Arabic word for the statue chamber of a tomb

Seth - violent deity, murderer of his brother Osiris (who had been divinely installed to maintain order); shown in human form with the head of a strange doglike creature; associated with the desert, where the ordered world ends; nonetheless, Seth uses his powers to help protect the sun god during his nightly journey through the underworld

Sistrum - a sacred rattle consisting either of a metal hoop with crossbars to which metal disks are attached or of a rectangular centerpiece in the shape of a small temple gate with two metal bands at each side

Sledge - a platform on flat runners used to transport loads

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[silver-the-pendejo]

A Love, Transformed Wild (Linked Universe) x Fiance!Reader Hurt no Comfort Reader uses They/Them pronouns Dedicated to: @cloudninetonine (im traumatizing ur wife again cloud :D) Words: 1472

Wild wouldn’t show it, but he was relieved to be back in his Hyrule.

It had been months since the last time a portal had sent the Chain here, dragging him away on another adventure that had no end in sight. He was used to it—being bound by the duty to this land, having him ripped away from his home one too many times before that he’d learned to bury the frustration deep within him. But this time had been different. This time, he had left something precious behind.

His fiancée. His Y/N.

The thought of them had carried him through this journey, through the cold and the exhaustion and the ache of always moving forward, trying to kill the shadow. But now, finally, he was home.

They would be waiting for him. The mere thought sent warmth curling through his chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to hope.

Until they got to the currently being rebuilt Castle Town.

Wild was glad to hear the familiar hum of life that it was starting to become of Castle Town—the chatter of merchants calling out their wares, the rhythmic pounding of hammers as the buildings were rebuilt, the laughter of children weaving through the streets. They were still recovering from the Calamity, but there was hope here.

And that meant Y/N would be here too.

But something was wrong.

The stares came first.

People noticed him—recognized him—but instead of relief, their gazes were weighted with something else. Pity.

A tight knot formed in Wild’s stomach. His steps slowed as whispers began to fill the air around him. He couldn’t make out the words, but he didn’t need to. The way people averted their eyes, the way some pressed their lips together in hesitation—he’d seen it before. Felt it before.

He heard Twilight shift beside him, felt Time’s hand land heavily on his shoulder. The old man had clearly noticed, too.

“Wild,” Time said, voice calm but firm. “Let’s find someone who can explain.”

Wild swallowed down the sudden dryness in his throat. He didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to know. But fear, sharp and cold, dug into his ribs and forced his legs to move.

Where was Y/N?

They should have been here. Their Purah Pad should have alerted them of his presence.The moment he stepped foot into Castle Town, they should have come running, throwing themselves into his arms like they always did. They promised they’d wait for him.

The fear inside him curdled into something sharp. He turned on his heel, pushing past the merchants and townsfolk who looked at him with quiet sorrow.

Someone had answers. And if they wouldn’t give them to him, he would find them himself.

His feet carried him to the research district before he realized it. If anyone could explain, it would be Purah. Or Zelda. Zelda would know.

“Move,” he barked when someone stepped in his way, too impatient to be polite. The Chain was behind him, their voices murmuring, but he ignored them. The only thing that mattered was finding the truth.

The entrance to the research lab that had been built in Castle Town loomed ahead. He barely slowed before shoving the door open.

The smell of ink, parchment, and ancient technology filled his nose, but he paid no mind. His gaze swept the room, landing on a familiar figure hunched over a cluttered table.

“Purah.” His voice came out hoarse.

The Sheikah woman stiffened, then slowly turned. The moment her eyes landed on him, she stilled.

That was all it took.

Wild didn’t even need her to say anything. The exhaustion in her face, the deep sorrow behind her sharp eyes—he knew.

His chest constricted. “Where’s Y/N?”

Purah inhaled deeply, setting down her pen. “Link…”

His heart pounded. No. No, just tell me they’re safe. Tell me I’m overreacting.

He shook his head, stepping forward. “Where are they?”

Purah sighed, rubbing her temple. She hesitated. Why was she hesitating?

“Link, I… I’m so sorry.”

The words sent ice down his spine.

“What?” His voice cracked.

Purah finally met his gaze, and for the first time, he saw it. Grief.

“They’re gone, Link.”

His stomach dropped.

No. No, that wasn’t—he had just—he was supposed to come back to them.

Purah swallowed hard, voice unsteady. “We don’t know what happened exactly but, suddenl’y I couldn’t find Mineru’s secret stone, and Y/N suddenly was to busy to hang out with any of us, 

Purah swallowed hard, voice unsteady. “We don’t know what happened exactly, but suddenly I couldn’t find Mineru’s Secret Stone… and Y/N was gone.”

The world tilted.

Wild took a step forward, shaking his head violently. “No. No, that’s not—what are you saying?”

Purah exhaled shakily, forcing herself to meet his eyes. “We think… we think they swallowed the stone, Link.”

The floor might as well have disappeared beneath him.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The words barely registered in his mind, bouncing around like meaningless noise—because they couldn’t be real. They couldn’t be real.

Swallowed a Secret Stone? His Y/N?

That was impossible. That was insane.

“That doesn’t make sense,” he choked out. His fingers clenched into fists. “Why—why would they do that? They wouldn’t do that!”

Purah’s expression twisted, grief etching itself deeper into her face. “We don’t know the full story,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “But Zelda… she was the last person to see them before it happened. She tried to stop them.”

Wild swayed on his feet. His stomach churned, bile rising in his throat. “Where is she?”

Purah hesitated, but before she could answer, a new voice broke through the suffocating silence.

“I’m here.”

Zelda stood in the stairway of the lab that led to the second floor, her hands trembling at her sides. She looked exhausted—like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Like she had spent every moment since his last visit looking for something to fix.

Wild turned to her sharply, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him. “Tell me she’s lying,” he rasped. “Tell me this isn’t real.”

Zelda’s eyes glistened, and she stepped forward slowly, cautiously, as if he might shatter with the wrong word. “I wish I could.”

The air was sucked from his lungs.

Zelda swallowed hard, clasping her hands together like she was trying to keep herself steady. “It was an illness, Link.” Her voice trembled, raw with grief. “A rare, terrible sickness. One that not even the best Zora healer’s could cure.”

Wild felt his pulse pound against his ribs, each beat hammering at the fragile hope clinging to his chest.

“They were fine before I left,” he rasped. “They were healthy—”

“It came out of nowhere,” Zelda interrupted, voice thick with emotion. “One day, they were fine. The next… they couldn’t even stand without help.”

Wild shook his head violently. No. No, that couldn’t be true. Y/N was strong. Resilient. They had fought beside him, survived through thick and thin. Something like this—it shouldn’t have been able to touch them.

But Zelda’s expression—haunted and weary—told him everything.

“It got worse,” she continued, her voice unsteady. “No matter what we did, it only kept progressing. We tried everything, Link. Every remedy, every ancient medicine, every ancient text we could find.” Her hands clenched at her sides. “Nothing worked.”

Wild’s breath came in short, shallow bursts. His mind was racing, screaming at him to fix it, to rewind time, to do anything but stand here and listen to the truth he had been too late to stop.

He shook his head. “Why the stone?” he croaked.

Zelda’s face crumpled.

“They didn’t want to die,” she whispered. “And the stone… it was the only thing left.”

Wild staggered, like she had struck him across the face.

“They held on as long as they could,” Zelda continued, eyes shining with unshed tears. “But we were running out of time. And when they realized there was no other way…” She swallowed. “They made a choice.”

Wild’s vision blurred. He shook his head, chest tightening until he couldn’t breathe.

His Y/N. His light, his love, his home—

Gone.

No.

Not gone.

Not dead.

Just—

Something else.

Something eternal.

The realization slammed into him like a thunderclap.

Zelda inhaled shakily. “I saw them, Link.”

His head snapped up.

She met his gaze, steady and unyielding. “I may be crazy but… they looked happier as a dragon.”

A suffocating silence filled the room.

The words echoed in his mind, over and over, like a blade twisting in his chest.

The dragon.

His dragon.

His Y/N.

The breath left his lungs in a sharp, broken exhale.

And then, without another word, he turned and ran, ignoring the call’s of his brother’s and friends.

Just me traumatizing Wild again. Anyways ty all for reading, request and ask's are open as always, byeee

LU Masterlist

[noirandchocolate]

Behold!! What Bast does when I tell her about the kinda stuff our Kohga gets up to post-AoC and about his family historyyyy. She draws him so good and look at her adorable Zelda!!

Anyway the Master is currently involved with some science projects with Purah and Robbie at the Royal Lab because surprise surprise the Yiga Clan has old pre-persecution-and-genocide records and ancestral knowledge of Sheikah tech and magic. Kohga has also recently started teaching some of the younger researchers there how to read Ancient Sheikah so they too can review the scrolls and blueprints he's brought over. Zelda has joined in on these lessons (bottom left) 'cause Kohga is trying to become her weird uncle she is interested in learning more about ancient relics and history and also she is taking her alliance with the Clan seriously.

Meanwhile Kohga's Nana was a badass and his Mama, Hotaru, was super pretty. And the Clan now has three puppies from Mabe Village's Ranch because Kohga wanted to give the young children of the Clan some fun new friends to take care of after the trauma of the Calamity conflict. Because he loves them kids. Their names are Kon, Hashi, and Bashra; Bast drew Hashi!

In sum, Bast doodles are Best doodles and I love her. LOOK AT THESE.

Kohga doodles I’ve been sitting on!

[windchime-of-teeth]

okay so i’m writing fanfication for the first time and i was looking around for some good folklore for symbolism and mythology themed hallucinations and i stumbled across *this*

some notes:

yilling, the site of the burial mounds, wei wuxians childhood, and his death is actively located in hubei!!

the jinfeng (nine-phoenix) was demonized by the powers that be after they won a war and became a symbol of disaster and calamity

it’s known to carry ghosts, be scared off by the barking of dogs, and be haughty/ above heaven

and when its tenth head was bitten off (parallel to wwx’s death) it was done by the dog of a famous martial god of floods and justice who prominently features in a tale called ‘the lotus lantern”- aaaaaand he’s known for striking unfilial children with lightning (like when he lashes out at wwx for not being filial to the jiang clan)

(and just a silly little wangxian tidbit: it marries one of the children of the dragon king in journey to the west and lwj is often pictured as a dragon in official and fanart)

[dabiconcordia]

The Lumberjack

An untamed creature of the forest wilds, He lives to that wild place a soul akin— A man whose days are often steeped in sin, And yet whose heart is tender as a child's.

His strength is like the strength of mighty pines, His outward form a bark of many scars; His head he carries proudly in the stars, The while his feet are meshed in tangled vines.

Calamities throw viselike tendrils out To seize him in their hindering embrace; The thorns of wrong whip sharply in his face And poisoned things encompass him about.

He braves disease, the storm, the falling tree, The mad, quick water that would hold and drown; But all earth's terrors cannot bear him down Or make this man of dangers bend the knee.

He breathes the air the sturdy maple breathes, He walks the soil the selfsame maple feeds; To forest sources looks he for his needs— Oh, where are trees and men like unto these? by Douglas Malloch

[fnvminorcharacterpoll]

i have to work on my comic tonight can somebody please draw some art of No-Bark and Calamity engaged in extremely dramatic mortal combat

[abubblingcandle]

WIP Week Day 2 - Newest WIP

So I've decided for @wipweek that as I am no where near posting anything and have big bangs to work on that I'll just do a sprint and share a snippet on whatever fic fits into that category

Day 2 - Newest WIP - Something Just Out Of Reach

River woke up with a jolt. The ice water dripped from the matted strands of his hair as his head slumped back forwards again. Muffled gasps snuck around the fabric trapped between his teeth. “Notice to have you back with us Agent Cartwright.” River’s eyes blinked slowly, his vision flickered in and out as the blurriness from the water and the mostly likely concussion started to ease. River’s muscles throbbed and his neck struggled to hold up his head even when he tried lift it to see who had an MI5 agent in their basement. River knew that feeling. He had been tased, again; but whatever had got him this time was a lot stronger than in Upshott. His nerves were still firing, pins and needles radiating down his limbs. River closed his eyes again, a deep exhale as he tried to get his scrambled brain back in order. They were between calamities at Slough House. The refurb after Patrice’s rampage was underway and River was bored as fuck. He had been at work? “Cartwright,” the voice of his captor barked, cutting through the fog and stabbing at River’s temples. He wasn’t going to be able to pretend to be out of it for much longer.