#this ones so blobular

[radiance-and-quests-s-collective]

@firehouse-subs-fr

[yourplasticpal]

YouTube is onto me by now, so I've keep getting recommended Good Omens clips and being reminded of all the details I'm forgetting.

Two things.

One, I think I rescind my theory that the scroll from Before the Beginning is the Book of Life, given that there's a book I forgot about RIGHT THERE that seems a better candidate. Sheesh. Still leaves interesting thoughts as to the significance of Crowley's crank (I giggle everytime, yes, I'm 12). Is it an actual object of power, or more an echo of one, that holding it helps with focus?

And two, when our precious little red-haired baby angel gets all worked up about the idiocy of it all, their wings get so PUFFY. I was just trying to see if I could pick up when their wings go gray, but then they got all ((ruffled)). *teakettle noises* I just want to keep them in my pocket and feed them cookies or frozen peas or whatever they want, is that really so much to ask!?

Agh, them and Aziraphale, helping each other preen their wings, and one of them gets worked up and goes *pwoof* and becomes blobular (borb) and the other is subsumed by floof.

[doueegezh]

Subtlety was truly not this one's forte. Speaking words of direct command where they both knew it would lead to no obedience upon the utterance. Low shadows of horror painting his face in shades of abject exclamations, it was easy to see why this desire had been wrung out of him in these sounds of clear despair. Eyes wide, unbridled in their need to have the Cultist leave off who had been caught so easily in grasp following a rather clumsy 'breaking and entering' of what should be so clearly left alone. Oh no, these 'guests' were outside of their usual visitation hours, thus anybody stepping foot inside these holy halls would be subdued and questioned: and if only offering enough entertainment would they be released to walk free once more, having gotten away with merely shock. 

And their lives would not be at stake anymore. 

Not today. Change of program. Change in that never-ending drawl of boredom caging his mind in the selfishness of this society. Not today, when he had caught the lowest of monkeys, formerly patrons well - 'accepted' - if at all, falling from grace in their perpetual arrogance lingering and lacing around throats, just like nooses and leashes would do now. The curse user had already been aware of them, had seen their faces swimming in the crowd of empty recollection, one just like the other, merely sticking out from that blobular, incomprehensible mass for the way their eyes shine with different forms of nuances. Greed. Jealousy. Desire. 

Always the same blips in this shapeless ocean. There was nothing else in that worthless rabble, in that daily occurrence of discarding the discardable, something done and over with in mere seconds should he raise a hand, have curses encircle who was so rightfully to be crushed to dust in mere pulses worth that could be counted the same way as the ticks of the clock in an otherwise barren room. So loud in all its quiet magnitude, it would be hard to overhear that even with the continuous wailing for freedom and safety, turning into insults, pure and sheer vitriol. Oh well, the very last words falling in that moment made someone lose their tongue in just an instance sliced out of the mouth to be thrown aside just like the useless heap of flesh it truly was. 

' Don't do it. ' @digouezh 💕

It should be nothing else from the norm; if not for his current bystander's - friend's - pleas and demands for him to stop. " Now, now~ " And there was something in the Cult Leader's voice that, even with just a few words spoken, a few syllables pronounced out loud, had a profoundness to them that was placed in the realm of impossibility to ignore. He favoured this one, unbeknownst to anybody as to why. Had taken a liking to the oddity of him, the strangeness of him, not a monkey as so many others, but a worthwhile addition to this minute pursuit he was not yet about to give up. Within those moments the room had grown eerily quiet. All but boiled down to the restlessness of souls convicted for the mere existence around someone who condemns them just for that. It should be nought else, after all, they are not worth being of more reach than mere 'livestock' and 'money bags'. Alas! As it turned out to be such a nonsensical endeavour to have those not aligned with his society understand the very intricacies of it, a reaction like this was to be expected. 

And what a fruitful one in this spiral of ennui had it not turned out to be? Closer, ever closer does he then come to his comrade. Reaching out with a hand towards the one that had, for whatever reason Suguru was quite so unwilling to question, decided to accompany who mentioned prior and in passing that it would be unneeded. So, he finds himself caught and locked in a situation out of his own scope of handling and drowns in the knowledge of what is about to happen when staring up at the Leader with eyes that seemed so devoid of emotion, screaming for feelings so easy to understand. It was quite an interesting thing to perceive - quite something that he knows struggling with would be a natural occurrence and quite as natural it had been to make it seem as if it was nothing. And truly, it just wasn't. He could read him like an open book. " Don't be like that, Yannick. " With the way name falls from lips in that tone of unfamiliarity that only the foreign sense of it would lead up, as the nuances woven around each letter was of a warm, deliberate sensation. 

The same second taken to assert position to block out view on those less fortunate was used to idly allow his hand to ghost a touch alongside the other man's jawline. Back and further back, tracing the whole expanse of the jawbone, teasing itself featherlight up his cheek, for paying attention to anything else but him at the moment was a crime of great offence - or so it seemed? Ongoing, never-ending, noises and sounds rose behind Suguru's back in the sheer intensity of a wave growing louder and louder in the simple strings of tones that would make up a whole image of a disturbing picture before the wave itself crashed above their heads. And it all would be brought down to nought but a heavy silence. " You know how it is. Those that speak out against me will be punished. " Those that desire, want, proclaim - reaching for a power that could burn them whole, in the same way his touch was burning against the other man's skin to allow a fair heat to spread beneath each and every stroke. Soon all done. Just with each garbled cry. With each broken bone. 

All hidden, all blocked off. It would never be any more like it was. And all was obscured by the grandness of amicable help he would bestow. By the smile worn similar to be etched upon the surface of his visage and being as close to a perfectly crafted mask as any else would ever dream to reach. " But alas! " It sounded like a welcoming back to this world, breaking up the strangled sounds of the last tortured soul passing on, still out of view and never to be seen again, for they were nothing else but trash and garbage soon to be torn apart in the hungering desire of his curses that would devour them to their last dirty bit. " That is about it, now, isn't it~? Come on, Yannick. You feel so--- " So debilitatingly, so surprisingly out of this world - as the world had drowned out and down towards nothing but each other with a hand wrapped around Suguru's wrist as if to keep him there, to keep that soft and gentle touch just upon his face as it was all that Yannick had to truly rely upon that the grotesque puppetry of this scene had been--- 

--- real? " ---Cold to the touch. Let's go. Let's warm you up again~ "

[solisvidentis]

>He could make the obvious joke about how their planets blew up, so no duh, but he doesn't. Instead he affirms her sentiment, while also bringing up the fact that she was running multiple other jobs, such as nurse. So uh, kind of ran herself ragged for years there. Geez mayor, why don't you mention she rescued limbless orphaned kittens as well, bring the mood down some more. But Rose probably knows how most of this story goes: They did a little peace, did a little reformation, and well.

>Then she met PM.

>His thumb was dancing back and forth, deciding between an image and a nearby video file. A quick flick to the left for the image, and the seer's sight would go from watching a clipped angel, to a biblically accurate angel that stood hands on her utterly massive hips, grinning ear to ear as her latest masterpiece, some sort of moth symbol, stood behind her. One wonders what the weirdest part of this all was. The fact that she could move despite being wider than she is tall, having a gut that reaches her knees, and paint splattered breasts (guess she found a new pallete) that dwarf said gut and even her own head? The fact that despite her weight, she still carried several paint cans that were dangling from her hips, and the straps of her fairly damaged overalls continue to hold back that much tit flesh? Or the fact of how that dinky ladder in the background can apparently hold that much woman?

>Certainly not bus or home size, but god help the driver of any car she decides to park her ass in. Or rather on with that girth. The dersite side eyes to Rose and asks if she see what he means?

Despite her best efforts to maintain a cool facade at most times, the blobular seer couldnt help but suck in a breath at the drastic change- and not *just* because of the runaway boulders involved. Eyebrows raised, she tried to peer a little closer at the image to really get it all in.

"Goodness." Is all she can say for a moment, blinking

"Well, I suppose you're right that she's not the size of a house, but you also said someone else caused this... pm, I believe it was?"

For now she wanted to follow that thread- but She'd resolve to see if she could finesse this artist's number from him later.

[datasoong47]

`#changelings are a close second#stealing some tags from previous:#squishy amorphous blobular guys who have had to become VERY militarized and centralized in a way that is contrary to their nature#because before they did that everyone was trying to kill them#and they're so fucking ride or die with one another because they're all they have in the world#they are committed to NEVER harming one another#that is an unshakeable value they all hold no matter how much they betray their own nature in every other respect#the tragedy of the Founders is that they have sold off so much of what distinguishes them and they think it makes them safe.#they think it makes them powerful#but all oppression of others is ultimately self harm

I find that interesting, because I always took their stories of being oppressed by solids as just propaganda to justify their imperialism and their oppression of the solids in their own empire

Tell me what your favourite Star Trek species is in the tags!

I'll go first:

Although I am more intrigued by the design of the less humanlike species, my overall favourite have to be the Vulcans. Adopting Vulcan philosophy and meditation helped me a lot when I was struggling with depression, and they still help me endure in uncomfortable situations.

Design-wise, I think the Pelians are very beautiful. I need to scroll through the Memory Alpha species page again and see if I find anything else.

[rock-swag-tournament]

Mineral Swag Quarterfinals: Shiny and Colorful

I'll never get over hematite beating bismuth. I love you all so much.

Hematite LITERALLY has hidden depths. It looks like a plain black or grey or red stone but SURPRISE! Its powder is red NO MATTER WHAT. It’s named for BLOOD, it's full of iron, and it oxidizes into fun colors!

It can also form these blobular (botryoidal) crystals.

Labradorite is a feldspar that has these iridescent flashes at certain angles. This iridescent property is sometimes called labradorescence after the mineral. Like opal, light diffracts off of microscopic surfaces within a labradorite crystal. These planes are all oriented in one direction in labradorite (while they go all different directions in opal).

Anorthite, the calcium-rich plagioclase feldspar, also has this iridescence, so there is a lot of debate about whether these are the same mineral or not. Either way, feldspar representation in the poll! Feldspars are the most abundant mineral on earth!

[shameboree]

What do you think the children of Adrienette would look like? (If you like the idea, OFC!)

okay i KINDA drew them in like 10min when i was making fun of how i draw marinettes hair so like. am i committed to these little blobular designs? no. but they capture the most important adrinette baby feature for me which is THEY ALL HAVE DARK HAIR. i REBUKE blonde adrinette babies we throw them in the pit bc they are little changeling bastards and cannot be trusted. one of my MOST LOATHED kid tropes aside from Dead Guy Jr is when theres one kid who looks like one parent and one who looks like the other. i hate when theres any blonde adrinette babies but i ESPECIALLY hate when one is blonde one is dark hair its so goofy in such an unappealing way also how Snoozeville. hate this

[shih-coulda-had-it]

so i’ve finally remembered to do all the painting on one layer, but in exchange, about halfway through the video i wanted to throttle these damn trees for being so blobular

lesson - s9e7, “Forest Hills”

[tresity]

Marichat May day 1:No powers There was a suspicious trail of rupees along a path leading to a clearing. The one at the end of the trail had been a blue rupee, which should have been a clue, but Marinette was low on potions, and she relied heavily on them, to her shame. So Marinette eagerly followed the trail, collecting each rupee along the way. Chat was a little ways behind, leading Felix on foot by his reins. The forest was pleasantly quiet this morning, and the roads weren't commonly used at this hour. Chat watched his partner alter course and follow what looked like a sparkling trail. Before he could advise caution, Marinette was already in the clearing, moving to scoop up her last find when the ground seemed to rise and swallow her. "Mari!" Chat dropped his grip on Felix and rushed to where Marinette vanished. In her place stood a towering, fleshy mass. A Like-like. Chat pulled out his staff, ready to beat the monster into a pulp when it constricted and spat out a distraught Marinette. "Mari! Are you alright?" Chat scrambled back to his partner, who was now lying in a pool of goo, stunned silent. "Princess, talk to me." Chat tried again, cupping Marinette's chin and turning her to look at him. Marinette blinked the slime out of her eyes, which seemed to bring her back to focus. "I was eaten." Was all she managed. The like-like was still standing there, undulating. "Yes, and you lived." Chat sighed, and pulled her up to stand. "Did it steal anything?" Marinette looked herself over, not really finding anything amiss. "I think I'm g--" She then brushed one hand over the opposite arm. "My bracer." she gasped. "Both of them! He took my bracers!" Marinette was overcome with a newfound rage. She huffed and stomped towards the beast, looking about as intimidating as an irate kitten, and Chat couldn't help but laugh a little. Chat was joined by Tikki, who sighed. "Honestly Marinette can have such a temper sometimes." "It's cute when she's mad, though." Chat replied as they both watched the girl in question scold a blobular creature about how rude it's being. "I should probably help her get those bracers back." Chat managed to pull Marinette aside and gain her attention. "Yelling at it isn't going to solve anything, Princess." "I don't have anything to kill it with." Marinette pouted, still covered in slime. "And I'm all sticky and gross now." Chat laughed again and patted her head. "We'll take care of that after. For now, let's see what you sill have." Marinette inspected her pouch on her belt. "Deku nuts."

The solution was simple enough. Marinette stunned the like-like with a deku nut while Chat pushed a boulder from the high point of the clearing into it. The impact from the boulder paired with the paralyzing effect of the nut did the job nicely. Marinette made it her next priority to find a pond to wash off the whole experience.

[pocket-furbs]

here’s the buddy pattern! clearly this one has a mane, if you want your buddy to have a tail instead i have no idea how to do that... but i’m more than confident that you can figure it out! :)

below the cut i’m gonna put some notes and list what each piece is in hopes that it will further assist you. if anyone wants me to make a picture tutorial on how to put this bad boy together let me know... just realize that it’ll probably take me forever to put it together.

oh, and, one more thing - i know this took forever and isn’t that great, and i’m sorry. lol but i’ve never made a pattern before, so if you have any critiques please go easy on me. i tried very hard to make it as close to the original furby buddy as i could... if yours doesn’t turn out perfect, the good thing is that you can always remove the stitching and try again.

anyway, good luck! if you run into ANY problems please let me know and i’ll try to help. :D

some notes: 

READ THROUGH THE ENTIRE POST. EDITS ARE AT THE END.

the image in this post is NOT automatically to scale, please print it so that the marking at the bottom measures to one inch. (unless you just want a really huge furby buddy, then go for it i guess? lol)

the dotted lines are stitching lines, please cut your fabric with at least a 1/4 inch seam allowance on all sides of each piece (or more, depending on your comfort with sewing), and at least a 1/2 inch seam allowance on the open edges of the feet and ears so that they’re easier to secure to the body.

the first image is just the plain pattern. the second image is to (hopefully) help you piece everything together. clearly the colored lines aren’t perfect but it’s more to orient the pattern for you since everything is just kind of a weird blobular shape.

the colored lines are where they should hook to the other pieces, and the dotted lines with no colors are where you should sew them to their mirrored counterparts.

i highly recommend looking at a fully assembled furby buddy while you put this one together. it helps immensely, especially since my silly rainbow lines can only tell you so much.

when disassembling your original buddy, please hang on to all the beans/stuffing in it’s body & feet. you also need to remove the ear wire which is sewn into the buddy’s head - although if you forget this, a paperclip or stiff wire should work okay too. you also need to remove the original buddy’s face, which is a whole other ordeal in and of itself. there are a few ways to remove the face, depending on the tools you have and how you want the final product to look, but if you need help doing this let me know and i’ll make a post on it.

i also recommend keeping bits and pieces that you may want to use! if your furby buddy already has appropriately colored feet, or you like how the mane and tail look, just keep them and sew them on the new body! it’s less work to do, which isn’t always a bad thing. the only time you might run into trouble with this is if you want to keep fabric from the front or belly, since it’s hard to remove the plastic face without absolutely destroying the front and belly pieces (in my experience, anyway).

the pieces are as follows...

A - the sides 

B - the bottom

C - the front 

D - the tummy 

E - the ears

F - the feet

G - the mane

EDIT: if you’re looking for a visual guide and a pattern that is closer to the original furby buddy shape, look no further! here is a great resource that daftfurby has made: (https://pocket-furbs.tumblr.com/post/178040957904/daftfurby-heres-a-furby-buddy-pattern-i)

EDIT: alright, so, i fucked up the sides! they’re too fat and the bottom fits weird lol. sorry about that!

you can fix this by either having a lot of extra fabric for the bottom, or more easily by sewing some darts in the sides:

you can see where i’m placing mine on the left and right sides. i strongly suggest that you test it with pins first and see where you want to place the darts, bc you might want your buddy to look different! 

if you need help with this, let me know! very sorry for messing this up to begin with, i thought i had it fixed but evidently not.

[pixies-and-poets]

Good to see you!! I have some stuff to add/agree with some of your points.

I'm with you in wishing Beep-0 would learn from his mistakes and arrogance like, even once, lol. I love the little roomba squirt but I mean... how many times is he going to get away with being wrong and having no real realization or comeuppance, and still thinking of himself as the expert on everything? I guess this is an epic series now but still primarily a humorous one, and if Beeps never really learns his lesson, they can keep wringing amusement out of his tendency to make assumptions and be hypocritical, if we get another sequel. So I suppose they don't want to give him an arc with that much resolution, since he's one of the main mascots of the series.

Sometimes I think that all of us, as a fandom, read WAY too much into the "Phantom and Bea ruined their voices" thing. We know that Bea went on to put out albums where she had to resort to screamo OR she sounded terrible when attempting to sing, and eventually retired. Yet there was no evidence that it would be permanent for either of them. I think it was in Tower of Doooom that there was mention of her having a comeback tour. And Phantom either replaced his gramophone or simply healed over time as well. It's a lot more fun, dramatic and good for fan-theorizing (...and fanfics) to imagine they blew out their voices permanently (or at least seemed that way) and had to cope with it or find dramatic ways to solve the problem. But I wonder if the devs just glossed over it because it was never meant to be that big of a deal. Like yeah, maybe he just replaced his gramophone, sure, he can do that, moving on! They might never even have guessed that some of us cared and connected to that detail so much, lol.

Ok but Phantom in general.... yeah. WOW, right? ❤️ I've said it before, but the funny thing about Tommy Boy is that I didn't like him THAT much just based on his original appearance. He was a fun character, but I didn't really fangirl over him or anything. It was only after becoming active here that I learned to appreciate him a lot more, and then I became super excited along with everyone else in anticipating his return. However- even if I hadn't experienced any of that fandom stuff, I feel like this DLC would have made me fall hard and fast in love with this doofus in a way the first game never did. His constant presence, the way he speaks and is animated, the funny bits of backstory we get, and of COURSE the finale- metal Phantom is super fun and I love him but like, swingin' Phantom is. SO PRETTY. I CAN'T DEAL. But yeah, Phantom is just adorable. ...andbeautifulohsobeautiful

His stone powers went the way of Rabbid Luigi's vamp powers, lol. And as for him just suddenly disappearing, I imagine he instantly went into hiding out of shame. I mean, this was supposed to be his big roast and triumphant revenge and he just... got his blobular ass kicked again XD BUT, the devs love him SO MUCH and they know we do too, so if there IS a third game, I'm willing to bet he'd show up again- even if he never gets this much spotlight again, he would get a cameo or something.

None of the DLCs really felt like they reached their full story potential. Unfortunately, as much as I adore Sparks of Hope with every fiber of my being, I believe the main game was somewhat rushed and the DLCs were doubtless even more so. The cynic in me has to wonder if Ubisoft saw that the main game's sales didn't reach their (perhaps unrealistic) expectations and so just told the team to get the DLCs out the door as soon as they could, so they could move on to something else. I mean, after all- wasn't the last DLC originally stated to come out in "late 2023" and I would HARDLY call the end of August "late" - I think it surprised us all to get it so soon. And I'm sure they did the best possible job, putting all the love into it that they could afford. Still, whether it's us only ever seeing precious little of Kanya, or things in RitPS seeming so abrupt, I think it's clear some ideas probably had to be cut. (Ironically I think the DLC that lives up to its potential the most thoroughly is ToD because... it's exactly what I wanted it to be, a randomized challenge mode, and it didn't NEED anything but a barebones story. And I have put a LOT of time into it lmao)

But yeah, even if things didn't live up to our wildest expectations and theories, I still enjoyed every step of the journey... and I can only hope it isn't the end!! Even if it is, I've been glad to be here among all those people you tagged, interpreting and spicing up this crazy wonderful bunny-filled galaxy!!!

I was going to make a Big Official Review Post about Rayman in the Phantom Show but I don't really have enough complete thoughts to make something comprehensive and organized, but I still want to share some points from my experience with it so uhhh without further ado, here's a bunch of thoughts on what dazzled me and what I thought could have been done better.

Here I go...

I'll start with the stuff that bugged me first because I don't like to end on a bad note:

I think the biggest issue is that giving the player the option to complete each set in any order diminishes the opportunity to have a linear story. Without a series of events building up to the finale, the actual climax doesn't feel as grand or substantial as it should be (it definitely feels like a few lines were cut from the moments before Phantom's first verse with how abruptly it starts). It would have felt more immersive to see actual scenes of the heroes trying to play their roles and have more varied quests based on puzzles or even characters and dialogue (like the search for Sweetlopek's stolen axe), all whilst gradually putting the pieces together that they were led into a trap.

Speaking of putting the pieces together, it would've paid off to have Beep-0 learn from his own arrogance in the past instead of repeating his assertion that he knew what Phantom was up to all along. That part made me kind of sad because I really like Beep-0 and it seemed like they were setting him up to eventually become less uptight and more open to admitting his mistakes, which would be more satisfying and obvious!

As we all know, Beep-0 isn't the only one who repeated himself. I remember an exchange I had with @randomrabbidramblings about our predictions for what would happen in the climax; they were hoping the final showdown with Phantom would not be redundant with his first encounter, having the same battle gimmick as before. Unfortunately that is, in fact, what they ended up doing. While framing it as Phantom being unoriginal or making a callback helps it a little bit, ultimately it made me feel let down (although I love Beep-0's delivery when he reiterates his line from Kingdom Battle. he means business).

As for the aftermath of the battle, I want to know where Phantom went. There doesn't seem to be any sign of him anywhere in the studio. It's really odd, given how this was supposed to be his grand comeback (alongside Rayman, of course), but we don't get even a simple explanation of what happened to him after he was defeated for the second time, unless I missed something. I presume this is his last major appearance in a game (unless they decide to do something completely different with him in the distant future??? wishful thinking but not ruling it out!), so it's a strangely underwhelming and mysterious send-off to our beloved ghostly diva. I would have been bummed that we didn't get lore paintings for him, but the memory entry summarizing his surprisingly short-lived career actually made me laugh and honestly, the thought of him only releasing one album and becoming so well-known just because he's notoriously a huge jerk and a producer of incredibly terrible films is so in-character for him.

Another choice I found unusual was the lack of any explanation as to how he got his voice back, since it's been established that he screwed it up by overdoing it. Although, they must have dismissed it knowing that not everyone is going to find the mural containing the only source of that detail. His voice could have healed over time anyway, but it just doesn't entirely make sense that they don't acknowledge it at all (I did see @bramble-scramble 's post mentioning a detail @randomrabbidramblings pointed out where a gramophone can be seen in a box in the studio's control room and it is supposedly the one Phantom replaced with a new one when he messed it up, but even if that's true, it's still a bit easy to miss).

I understand that a lot of these issues were due to restraints since it's only a DLC and they could only fit so much in, but that goes to show that this concept is a little too big for a DLC, but not quite big enough for a full game.

Now, for the things I loved...

I must give massive props to the artists and animators for taking reference from multiple Rayman games and essentially making the pinnacle of his goofiness. Rayman was HIGHLY entertaining to see (and listen to, thanks to David Gasman) and very lovable in this! And the way his dynamic with Rabbid Peach and Rabbid Mario changes up until the end where he becomes friends with them and realizes that he can work with the Rabbids now instead of against them it's just 🥺 awgh... It feels cheesy to talk about it but it really does make me happy now that Rayman has a chance to be an equal to the Rabbids and have something resembling a mutual understanding.

I appreciate them bringing back characters from the main game and giving them their own sets. Fittingly enough, it's like a curtain call for the final installment of SoH.

The return of Beep-0's swearing. SERIOUSLY IT'S SUCH A SMALL THING BUT IT DELIGHTED ME

The studio's lobby is gorgeous. Absolutely STUNNING I love all the details and the music notation motifs on everything.

Honestly the rest of this is just going to be me gushing about Phantom hehehe...

First of all, I was completely awestruck at the decision to give him a swing/jazz sequence because I love the aesthetic of the whole sassy big band musical number kind of thing so when I saw that Phantom was going to do that I went INSANE. The animation in the song sequences is absolutely top tier. Phantom is ALL OVER THE PLACE, very charming, very energetic. The swing bit made me realize just how unbelievably coordinated he is. Like when he's zipping and spinning around the stage and it doesn't affect his singing at all? Holy crap. Then, I went even MORE insane when rock/metal Phantom showed up. I would have wanted a verse in that style too, but I get that it was cut because it would mess up the pacing of the battle.

I love Phantom's inability to contain his excitement at the start of the battle, his annoyed lines when you destroy the lights, his smug remarks even when he's taking damage. He's just so- I'm just gonna say it- so freaking cute in this! His line deliveries in general made me fall so hard for him, especially "were you EVER a thing, Rayman?". The way he drops his voice sounds so cool...

Regarding his abilities, I thought they were going to explain why he could turn people to stone in Kingdom Battle, but they simply took that detail away. I don't have a big problem with this, as the Stone Deaf ability could have been part of the Megabug's influence (and it makes him at least a bit less OP lol). I'm also satisfied to finally know that he can indeed phase through things like any other ghost and isn't limited to just teleporting.

His death acting has definitely improved since last time, in that it's silly and makes me smile instead of just making me feel embarrassed lol.

So uummmm yeah that's all the noteworthy stuff I can think of! Overall I thought the DLC was delightful during my playthrough, but after I finished it I felt kind of sad because it just didn't feel "thorough". However, given that Sparks of Hope generally improved on so many aspects from the last game, I'm confident that they'll keep adding and experimenting with more characterizations and scenarios and make something even better if they decide to continue with Mario + Rabbids. And even if they don't, we'll always have the amazing fans to continue the story and put even more wonder into this wild crossed-over universe!

Anyway, thank you for reading through this highly disorganized rant/gush! And while I'm at it, thank you to everybody in the Mario + Rabbids community for making such amazing art and just being here to share our love for the series. That means thank you to @randomrabbidramblings @bramble-scramble @salamifuposey @hostess-of-horror @phandrow @pastelprince18 @critterzone13 @hostdoozy @majorpepperidge and more! You guys are super cool and I appreciate you even though I've never directly interacted with all of you, hehe. I suppose all I have left to say is goodnight, so goodnight/day everyone! Until next time I decide to dump more nonsense onto your dashboard :D

[canalstreetbaker]

Sixth World Storytime: A Fool And His Arms Are Soon Parted

Buckle in my good bitches, this one comes to me from some Good Friends who are running a Living Community.

What is a Living Community, you ask?  A great question.

This is a community of Shadowrunners that get together online and play games together.  Their self-contained world has events, an overarching plot that they all affect in the games they play (they rotate GM’s, but the teams are static thank god), and the fallout of their runs have consequences in the future of the plot.

Excuse me, not consequences.  They have Consequences.  

These are their stories.  DUMB DUMB

Pray lend your ears to the tale of Pumpkin.  

Pumpkin, as I am led to believe, is a Shadowrunner of the Human persuasion, or perhaps a Nartaki (a metavariant of Humanity found on the Indian subcontinent as they have four arms).  I’m not sure which, but either way he has four fucking arms that are cybernetic.  

Yes, this guy went full transhuman and lopped of four perfectly good arms and two perfectly good legs, and replaced them with cybernetics.  Of course, the cybernetics have all the sweet-ass toys in them like forearm spurs and a corkscrew and whatever the fuck they put in there these days, but the point is four.  Fucking.  Arms.  In fact, the nuyen count for these four is in excess of 250,000¥.

It turns out that excess limbs takes bloodflow from other important areas.  The brain, being one.

NOW.  Pumpkin wants to make new friends.  He already has friends in the form of the Halloweeners, a rather large gang of clownface-wearing motherfuckers, but he wants particular friends.  Infected friends.  Friends that will help him dispose of bodies, because Pumpkin is a Little-League assassin.

Let’s face it:  He wants a ghoulfriend.

So Pumpkin (being a four-armed, cybernetic, orange-and-white-painted psychopath) decides the best way to accomplish this feat is to:

- Take a trip into the demilitarized zone that is the Redmond Barrens

- On foot

- Lightly armed

- At dusk 

- Intending to stay out all night

- With a bottle of water and a snack

- (in a fanny pack, I felt this was Important)

- And a freshly shorn human leg wrapped in plastic to offer as bait/ghoul treats.

Motherfucker didn’t even get butcher paper.

Pumpkin approaches Gigglesnort, a Halloweener who has a motorcycle and a hankering for beer money.  Gigglesnort is told he will make a crisp twenty nuyen to take Pumpkin into the depths of the Avondale section of the Barrens and leave him there.  When GS asks Pumpkin why he wants to go there and by the way what’s with the leg in plastic you’re holding up like a director’s baton (in a calm and reasoned tone, important), he is told in equally calm and reasoned tone that the price is now thirty nuyen and he may Shut The Hell Up.

Gigglesnort, wise in the ways of the world, takes that thirty nuyen and Pumpkin is on his way - leg, uh, in hand.  

The ride takes a half hour and winds through the fetid streets of Touristville, where drunken corp employees slumming it in “The Barrens” watch with both awe and fear as a four armed punk waving a...lamp, yeah, a lamp  from the back of a motorcycle.  They weave in and out of traffic lanes, then partial traffic lanes, than An Idea Of A Traffic Lane.  Civilization gives way to the urban wilderness, where the Game is Most Dangerous.

With a “Nice to know ya, omae,” Gigglesnort lets Pumpkin off the bike and tears back off towards civilization.  Alone, in the encroaching darkness, Pumpkin stands in the silence of the urban wilderness.

Clutching, I feel I must add for emphasis, a human leg wrapped in plastic.

Pumpkin takes stock of his situation.  It’s dark enough to require night-vision goggles, and luckily he has those and thermographics for heat purposes.  The area is mostly ruined with flora growing between the cracks of the asphalt and ruined cars as far as the eye can see (which isn’t very).  The occasional echo of a gunshot cracks in the distance.  The urban wilderness is not a pleasant place to hunt, but hunting is exactly what Pumpkin has on his mind.

Pleased with his surroundings, the four-armed samurai traipses out into the middle of the roadway, unwrapping the plastic and leaving the leg exposed to the elements.  He doesn’t bother with a sign, nor a string, nor even a stick and a box over it to trap his quarry - he simply scurries behind a car nearby, flicks his goggles to thermographic, and waits.  For two hours.

He sees nothing in those one hundred and twenty minutes, scanning the area for life.  Until, entering his third hour, he sees some manner of movement in an alleyway.  It’s faint, blurry, and even in thermographic he can’t see much in the way of life, but despite this he activates the cyberspurs on his upper arms, and starts to sneak towards the alleyway to catch his prey.

Oddly enough, it keeps pace with him.  It’s never fully seen as Pumpkin scurries from car to car, cybernetic armblades ready to make someone - or something - bleed.  Before long, he loses patience, picks up a large chunk of concrete, and wings it into the alleyway.

It impacts a dumpster, echoing into the darkness.  There is no response to the call for long moments, until Pumpkin can see movement again as the object backs away further.  

Behind Pumpkin, the leg waits.  Unmolested.

The Nartaki(they told me it was a Nartaki, so I’m calling him a Nartaki, nar nar nar) peeks into the alleyway, certain he will find a Ghoul!  Alas, he finds nothing - just a blobular form almost beckoning him further into the alleyway.

This, of course, was a trap.  Pumpkin could tell it was a trap, even if he couldn’t tell what this blob was.  Certain he was not going to fall for the trick, he returns to his vigil on his bait, and settles in for another long wait.  Fortunately, he doesn’t have long.

You see, in the game of Shadowrun, Perception is a skill which every runner should have, with as many dice as you can put into it.  Perception is the skill that makes the hairs raise on end, the little things one normally doesn’t notice pop out, the whispers of someone readying an ambush, or the clicking of a voxcaster as the Space Mar-HTR squad moves in for the kill.

Pumpkin did not have this skill well-trained.  He rolled four dice.  In Shadowrun, a five or a six on the dice is success.  Four dice, on average, will produce one success.  Do you know how many successes it takes to notice an ambush creeping up on you? 

Two.  Do you know how many successes it is to be able to act unsurprised when ambushed?

Three.  Do you know how many successes our friend Pumpkin got?

Less than two.

He turns just in time to see the first of nine feral Ghouls skittering out of the darkness, leaping at him.  His light pistol is still in the holster as the swarm brings him to the ground, hissing and snarling as they claw at his cybernetic arms.  Pumpkin’s head bashes into the concrete, and he can barely maintain consciousness as the ghouls start tearing into him, desperate for a meal.  

It is when two of his arms are ripped off at the socket that he recalls a roar, and an explosion.  The sound of gunfire rips into the night, and there is another, familiar face over him as he blacks out.

Pumpkin had survived his encounter, but he and his ghoulfriends broke up.

When he awoke, Gigglesnort was there to see him.  Convinced Pumpkin was committing suicide by ghoul, GS returned to the Halloweener enclave and gathered a reaction force to rescue the dumbass Little-League assassin with firebombs and small arms.  Pumpkin was weakened, he was battered, but he was alive.  But his left arms were gone, and all he could see are the gnashing teeth of feral ghouls every time he closed his eyes.

In the end, Pumpkin lost approximately 125,000¥ worth of cyberware (two fully customized cyberarms), burnt a point of Edge (to survive the scene), and gained a Phobia of Ghouls.  It’s up in the air as to whether or not the Pumpkin is going to recover from being carved, or if he’s going to be left in the field to rot.

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((That reminds me of my oc wildheart dreemur and her brother horns. Ive recently added onto their story that the two are ainchent embodyments of the two natural energies of the multiverse (order and chaos) with an extremely close bond, destined to eternally reincarnate and find eachother every time. This makes the story of arsenic (the fusion of the two) all the more interesting. Because not only is arsenic in their own cycle of reincarnation with their found family (this one created by a powerfull spell rather than the workings of the multiverse) this particular incarnation of them has sevral othet cosmic factors affecting them. Their general body was originally designed as a weapon against some cosmic threat by an ainchent civilization. This blueprint was noticed by a sort of blobar existence that exists behind existence, who both influenced the fusing of wildheart and horns so that arsenic would come into existence and took a little part of itself and put it into arsenics being, giving this blobular existence an outlet to the rest of reality. The blobular existence started doing this with many other beings.

Now, arsenic and the other beings with blobular existence in them (lets just call them other arsenics for now) are completely their own beings. This blobular existence has no contoll over their actions or personality.

Now the third circumstance of arsenics existence is that the gaurdian spirits of the whole spirit world, arsenics home plane of existence, chose them to be the spirit of space in the new cycle of the death and rebirth of the spirit world. In this process, two beings are chosen by the gaurdian spirits to be the spirits of space and time after the two look through the futre of the spirit world. These beings are usually fusions because no single being could hold the kind of power asociated with the position. The spirit of space has almost total contol over spacial reality and the spirit of time has the same level of contoll over time. Witchever comes into existence first is completely immune to bullshit with the others aspect until they come into existence. However, there is a catch to this immense power.

There is always a third spirit, the spirit of void. This being is always an alt version of whithever of the main spirits comes into existence first who has by whatever process become a monsterous being, whos only emotion is bloodlust and whos only thought is of their next kill.

There will be a final conflict between the three that will end in the defeat of the spirit of void, but also in the destruction of the spirit world. The two remaining spirits will be left with no choise but to use their powers to create a new spirit world, thus becoming the new gaurdian spirits of the whole spirit world and freeing the old ones.

The arsenic that is the current spirit of space is not the one on this blog. The one on this blog is one of the other arsenics that happens to be closer to the original))

Two souls, connected by fate and cursed to be forever reincarnated until they…… Yeah, they have no idea. Are they supposed to fight? Bring balance to the universe?? Get married??? Aren’t these types of curses supposed to have a prophecy or something?!

[reinasaur]

78 / Considering how much oatmeal was requested, it's the one I dragged my feet on the most. Blobular breakfasts are still tough to make interesting! But! This one is especially for the mighty talented, tough-as-nails @ahjleee, who's in recovery from knee surgery. She was the #1 fan of the oatmeal at work, so much so that she even asked about how it was made. Hope you're eating plenty of goopy (never liquidy) oatmeal, Agnes! #100paperbreakfasts #the100dayproject #100dayproject #cutpaper #breakfastclub

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Hi I like your writing and can you write an immobile cowboy! Chrom with Robin milking him

Thank you!

I may have gone a bit overboard lol? But here it is. I love a dumb Chrom

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The milking of the Exalt is a daily occurrence that happens clockwork. The only reason such an important task may be delayed should only be from reasons of war. 

Chrom had originally done it himself during the war, but with enough convincing to last him a lifetime, Frederick took over the role. Only temporarily, for once Robin came into Chrom's life, the duty was wholly his. A fact that Frederick would complain about at first before giving tips to Robin, the whole experience humiliating as Frederick went into painstaking details. 

Chrom different, outside of being a descendant of the Hero King Marth, he had grown cow ears and a tail into his adulthood. His hunger growing, his frame soon developed into a stocky one. A little tummy and barely growing breasts. A sliver of chub on his arms and his thighs a tad bit tighter on his pants, Chrom was simply chunky. During peace, he only kept gaining weight as his new body hungered for more food. Alongside his need for food, he had been gifted the ability to produce milk, Chrom needing a milking every day. Teetering into fat territory, his excess weight soon went away with a way to fight. Soon stocky, he had met Robin soon after. The two growing ever closer, the weight seemed to stick to Chrom's frame; Chrom even getting a bit fatter during the war. 

But now, with no war going on with everything now resolved, Chrom was back to his bulking phase from peace. With a happy to encourage feeder, Chrom blimped out. And with a renowned tactician for a husband, Robin took care of all the political and economical responsibilities of exalt. All Chrom had to worry about was eating and getting milked. And Robin took care of that as well, pampering Chrom to both of their heart's content. 

A stocky frame, Chrom just blimped straight past anything after that and soon became a blob. The softest pillows supporting him, Chrom stays in a near constant seated position, only moving whenever Robin used his magic to levitate him. 

Unable to move or do anything anymore, all Chrom could care about was his next meal and milking. And care he did. Exaggeratedly so. Which is why Robin had decided to see how long Chrom could last without a milking. He eventually ramped it to a full thirty days.

On day one, everything had been the same until Chrom found out about it. A blubbering whining mess, he was unable to do anything about his, his hand nearly immovable as well. 

On day two, Robin was unsure but Chrom's moobs had gotten larger. All Chrom could still do was complain. Robin had promptly stuffed him with his feeding tube. Flailing, he was subject to the whims of Robin.

On day five, Chrom had begun leaking, his breasts secreting milk from their plentiful production. Still unmilked, Chrom's breasts had swelled out further.

On day fifteen, desperate for release, Chrom's tendencies that he tried so hard to suppress had come back. Pathetically mooing with all his fat in the way, Chrom could say nothing else, desperate with the pressure inside of him.

On day twenty three, the flow of milk had gotten so bad that Robin had to mop the floor.

On day thirty, Robin had Chrom moved to lie down on his stomach. His breasts engorged from his own milk, Chrom could only squirm from his sensitive moobs touching the floor.

And now, Robin was ready for the day he was waiting for, a full month's worth of milk in Chrom about to be milked. Opening the door he smiles at the sight, biting his lip as he slams the door closed and locks it.

Chrom stuck on his gut, his breasts are the first thing Robin sees. And most of what he sees. With so much milk unable to leave, the two jugs are massive. Both nearing the size of Robin, he almost goes to hug them before calming himself down. His milk pooling onto the floor, it covers the surface as Chrom lays in his own milk. Chrom's blobular face staring at Robin, his mouth filled with his feeding tube, he eagerly swallows his never ending meal. Deciding to end it for awhile, Robin climbs up, Chrom's whale sized stomach lifting him high off the ground.

Robin giggles at how Chrom tries to follow the tube, his face unable to move with so much fat. He tugs as Chrom's ears, the little marcations of his cow self near indiscernible from far away when so much fat commands one's attention. 

He cups Chrom's cheeks, the rolls shifting and falling as he grabs them.

"M-mo-moo?" Chrom struggles to speak, so much weight from his cheeks obstructing him. Robin smiles, placing a kiss on Chrom's face before getting off. 

Walking to the side, he kneads Chrom's body, the entire expanse untellable of what he's looking at. Behind Chrom, he tugs at his little tail, the tail hidden under so many rolls. Robin hears Chrom's little moos. 

Deciding to move on to the main event, he goes back in front of Chrom, his fingers wrapped around his right nipple.

"M-moo!" Chrom huffs as he eagerly waits. 

The flow constant in an attempt to release the excess milk, Robin gives it a squeeze, his hand drenched in the leaking milk. Both hands needed for one of Chrom's moobs, he begins kneading it. Two squeezes and Robin smiles as Chrom moos harder. 

Moving to Chrom's other moob, he does the same, Chrom's breasts pouring the milk out. Smiling, Robin's eyes widen as Chrom's milk keeps pouring even without Robin's aid. The dam broken, Chrom merely moos, his eyes closed as milk continues gushing out. 

Backing up, Robin panics as all of Chrom's milk begins pooling up to his ankles. The milk level rising, it reaches his chest.  Thankfully buoyant, he calms down as he rises with it. Looking at Chrom, he calms down further as the rising milk reaches Chrom's face. Drinking his own milk, it stays at a constant level before dropping. And then rising again as Chrom's breast release more milk, Chrom's thirsty throat faster than his own breasts. 

Swimming in Chrom's own milk, Robin blushes from his own debauchery gone perhaps a bit too far. 

The milk not changing, only a bit lower than Chrom's face, Robin relaxes as Chrom's breasts have finally finished. Unsure of how to fix it, he climbs on top of Chrom who can only moo in frustration, unable to reach his milk anymore.

Robin's decision to get on top of Chrom the right one, he prays for his foresight as the door busts down from the milk. An ocean of milk escaping into the halls, Robin ends his prayer, surely unable to live this down once the entire castle wonders why it was flooded from their Exalt's milk. 

"This is your fault,"

"Moo?" Chrom questions. Robin inserts his feeding tube as he walks off, deciding to end this embarrassment as soon as possible.