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@blacksaltsreborn
>see bird creeping up and down a tree trunk >look it up >common treecreeper
can't make this shit up
this your man?
Remove the hitbox render from my son at once he will not be participating in your fighting game, you bastards
Ma’am your son just hit me with a meaty divekick crossup
For some reason I once ended up browsing a support forum for adult survivors of shitty homeschooling, and there was one thread made by a woman who was on the verge about whether she wants to homeschool her kids or if she should send them to public school, and could not make up her mind no matter how hard she thought of it. Someone on the forum suggested to her that how about she'd try interviewing three happy, thriving, mentally and socially well-adjusted adults who were homeschooled as children, and then ask herself if she can provide that same experience to her children.
The mom-to-be then asked the suggester where to find some.
And the suggester answered roughly "the fuck if I know, I've never met one in my life either."
Little therapist, are you even listening 🤨?? Buddy was literally born yesterday and got a grown mech venting to him (about situations he puts himself in), idk if SDW knows what’s going on at all.. probably was just given a clipboard and pen and sat down and he dunno what to do with them
Alpine plants growing at altitudes above 5,000 meters -xuetuzi 水母雪兔子Jellyfish Snow Bunny (Saussurea medusa).
雪越しの梅花
a message for workaholics + people who call sunfish “useless” animals
in case it’s not obvious my main inspiration was that one anti-sunfish rant that went viral awhile ago. I don’t think any living creature has to be “useful” to justify its existence and that includes you (human). thanks
💋 (kiss) please <3
thank you mwahh!
💋 (kiss) - Is your oc a good kisser? Have they kissed anyone before? Do they even enjoy kissing? What was their first kiss like in comparison to their most recent?
Quinn--he's a good kisser 👍 He gets all grabby and pulls the person closer, rubbing the back of their neck as he starts exploring with his tongue.....😳 He's definitely kissed before lol. And yeah, he enjoys it. Sometimes more than the sex bit, but only if he really likes the guy... His first kiss was when he was 12; he smooched one of his schoolmates and then the kid promptly pretended it didn't happen and Quinn harbored guilt about it for a while. Most recent kiss was with Vincent and it was damnnnnn good.
Vincent is also a good kisser, though he's a bit hesitant with it. He'll be reeeallly slow at first, mostly cupping the face with his hands before lightly brushing his mouth across their lips. But when he gets going, it's very passionate. Since becoming a vampire, he avoided kissing for a while, (self-conscious about the teeth) but Quinn can attest the sharp edges of his fangs make kissing 1000% hotter. His first kiss was with a girl he met on holiday when he was 15. His family had been visiting a seaside resort, and she was the daughter of some business partner of his father's. It was a bit awkward, but still pretty sweet. Comparitively, his latest kiss with Quinn involved lots of tongue and teeth and heavy groping, so I'd say he's come a long way...
To my rp partners,
So sorry for no replies! Truthfully I got a little overwhelmed as I'm used to being on PC and mobile is a different beast. I'll be adding tags to our threads when I get home today but wanted to give a quick update to everyone. Thanks for your patience!
This photograph shows a blood clot that a man in California coughed up. It was a perfect intact cast of his right bronchial tree, a series of passageways in the lung. It had been formed from coagulated blood or mucus that had accumulated in his lungs. Unfortunately, the man passed away a week later due to complications of heart failure.
OPEN STARTER [always open]
It had been under construction for weeks, months it felt like but finally that old heritage building was being taken in by someone that seemed willing to jump through all the hoops needed to do any repairs. Let alone rebuilding the entire building but you had to admit, it looked good.
Wide stone steps led up to the dark wood double doors, large windows on either side displaying quite the array of items for offer.
Black Salts and Forget-Me-Nots read the sign above the door in a smooth swooping font and the shop definably upheld its rather unique name, selling equally unique items. At first glance it may look like one of many shops selling crystals and incenses but that was only some of the items one could see through the windows.
An entire wall seemed taken up with various sized shelves with jars holding a mix of herbs and plants of an array of colors. Keen eyes could pick out one section was teas and another seemingly to be chewed before the signs were to small to read from outside the shop. Through the open doors one could see a counter with an array of charms displayed within the glass.
Deeper, out of sight from the streets, lay more interesting treasures on the shelves though already some whispered there were sections that seemed to vanish when you weren’t paying attention.
The owner and sole employee rested behind the glass counter by the register, comfortably lounging in what seemed to be an actual lazy boy chair while flipping through a thick heavy covered book. Bjorn was younger than most would expect to own his own shop, bright red locks pulled up in a high ponytail with small braids woven through with tiny items peeking through the strands. A bead here, coloured thread there and was that…a bone? You lost sight of the off-white bit as Bjorn turned to lift a steaming cup beside him to his mouth for a careful sip. Still promptly burns his tongue with a little hiss and shake of his head.
A flash of something colorful caught his eye from his peripheral vision. He didn’t even hear the door open, footsteps, anything to signify that somebody had entered… Strange.
The “person” had to be over 6 feet tall, with two-toned neon hair that almost hurt his eyes and a disturbingly wide smile. It hummed to itself as it advanced through the store, appearing to take interest in the various trinkets and strange clutter. The air felt heavy in its presence, prickling the other’s skin with a static-like crackle.
He wasn’t surprised not to hear the bell, he *was* surprised none of his wards had triggered. Straightening from where he’d been seated behind th counter reading a large tome, he narrowed dark green eyes at the being. “Good afternoon.” He greeted pleasantly, despite the way his skin prickled. No need to not be polite, even if he wasn’t sure he should be polite quite yet or concerned.
wHy HeLLo thERe…
Its voice was wrong in a way he barely had the words to describe, like it was drifting in and out of perception, barely on the borderline of being understood at all.
DoN’T MinD Me, juSt lOokInG ARounD :)
He could somehow almost hear it vocalize that smile, despite how illogical that would be. The figure nodded to acknowledge him before returning to its assessment of his store.
He wasn’t sure if he was facinated or annoyed by the way this persons voice worked, it sat right on the fence of too hard to catch and a challenge. Nonetheless, he was always a respectable shopowner and thus he allowed his customers to browse as they wished.
That gave him time to stare, trying to puzzle out any details for later when he started scouring his old books and connections for information.
Its path seemed completely aimless as it browsed the store, appearing to be in a world of its own. However detached it seemed though, it seemed to be paying strangely close attention to any object that caught its eye. That odd buzzing sound followed it around the shop, as if emanating from its being somehow.
i KnOW yOu’RE waTchiNg.
Its voice cut obnoxiously through the tense silence. Its tone almost implied it was teasing him, but the words were said with a confusing type of authority that made him question that.
"of course I am". He readily admitted to his gaze, tugging a little on a multi-pierced ear against the buzzing. "it's my job." that wasn't *untrue* after all
hMmM… InTEreStinG. i KNow oF WAtchErS LikE yOu… i DOn’T LikE mANy oF TheM.
Its voice was disturbingly serious, but followed up with another strange, echoey laugh. Its intentions were still completely unclear.
After a few minutes, it made its way to the register and dropped a handful of random charms onto the counter. It said nothing as it stared down at the counter, then to him… Its smile was impossibly wide, almost painful to look at. It had far too many teeth in its mouth.
"most humans do tend to be annoying." He agreed casually, hair on the back of his neck rising though he did his best to not react.
Oo. Teeth. Good thing that tea shop owner from down the road hasn't stopped by yet, extra teeth really got to her.
It was getting to him a bit.
"thirteen, thirteen." He read out the register with a straight face.
It remained silent, staring at him for far longer than seemed necessary. Its form seemed completely static, jolting and twitching a couple times, its eyes moving down to the counter…
…revealing a pile of teeth sitting there. Thirteen of them. Its smile widened and it pushed the pile closer to him, its head tilting expectantly.
You know what? Sure. Why not? "receipt?" he offered, scooping the teeth to the side of the register to look at closer later though he did glance to see if they seemed obviously human or otherwise.
This was... Not what he expected his day to be. Maybe he should start getting his future read or something.
None of the teeth even looked human, or like anything he had seen before. Where did this thing get them from…?!
wHy THanK yOu :)
It gave another uncanny smile, not moving from its spot. The air felt even more uncomfortable, almost appearing to distort its surroundings.
Well shit, he was hoping that would have been the end of their interactions but alas.
"Do you shop in this town often?" he asked, aiming for as casual as possible given the situation, seperating the teeth by size for something to busy his hands
OPEN STARTER [always open]
It had been under construction for weeks, months it felt like but finally that old heritage building was being taken in by someone that seemed willing to jump through all the hoops needed to do any repairs. Let alone rebuilding the entire building but you had to admit, it looked good.
Wide stone steps led up to the dark wood double doors, large windows on either side displaying quite the array of items for offer.
Black Salts and Forget-Me-Nots read the sign above the door in a smooth swooping font and the shop definably upheld its rather unique name, selling equally unique items. At first glance it may look like one of many shops selling crystals and incenses but that was only some of the items one could see through the windows.
An entire wall seemed taken up with various sized shelves with jars holding a mix of herbs and plants of an array of colors. Keen eyes could pick out one section was teas and another seemingly to be chewed before the signs were to small to read from outside the shop. Through the open doors one could see a counter with an array of charms displayed within the glass.
Deeper, out of sight from the streets, lay more interesting treasures on the shelves though already some whispered there were sections that seemed to vanish when you weren’t paying attention.
The owner and sole employee rested behind the glass counter by the register, comfortably lounging in what seemed to be an actual lazy boy chair while flipping through a thick heavy covered book. Bjorn was younger than most would expect to own his own shop, bright red locks pulled up in a high ponytail with small braids woven through with tiny items peeking through the strands. A bead here, coloured thread there and was that…a bone? You lost sight of the off-white bit as Bjorn turned to lift a steaming cup beside him to his mouth for a careful sip. Still promptly burns his tongue with a little hiss and shake of his head.
The bell jingles as someone opens the door. Two sets of footsteps can be heard as a couple enters, beginning to browse the items.
The woman is taller, with pale purple hair tied up in a braid and fastened with a silver feather clasp. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed, as if what she sees offends her somehow. She fidgets with a shawl over her shoulders, patterned intricately.
The other is shorter, with their black hair in a bun, shot through with gold streaks. He moves fast, poking her nose where it shouldn't be and chattering with the woman. She simply nods, turning away to look over the teas.
He might be someone Bjorn should keep watch on. He seems to be the type to accidentally knock something over or make some general ruckus.
“Why hello, welcome to my shop.” Bjorn greeted, standing from his seat and closing the large tome after slipping a feather in to mark his spot. Sharp eyes caught the woman’s expression but didn’t react, wasn’t the first time someone thought his ‘cute little tourist trap’ didn’t belong in the city. He was pretty good at charing them.
The back was seperated from the rest of the shop by a beaded curtain and Bjorn came around to stand somewhat between it and his customers. “Looking for something specific today?” He asked, voice deep and smooth.
They slowly start to look a little odd the longer they're there, but act okay enough. Dragonfly wings peek out from under her shawl, while the other has a forked tail and a patch of scales or two on his face.
"No, thanks!" He glances at the beaded curtain as if tempted to see what's behind it, but decides not to.
"Do you have a section for books?"
He noted their appearance, shifting from tourist shop brained to actual shop owner. They knew what they were looking for.
"I do, this side here. These are the more casual ones and this side the more... Real ones." He gave them a knowing wink. "if you don't find anything, let me know. I keep the more valuable tomes in the back."
From basic dream and tarot reading to books in old Latin sat nestled against a Corner shelf
The two talk back and forth enough that he can puzzle out their names, or at least probably. The woman is Lucian, while the other is Bligh.
"Thank you."
Lucian nods, walking over to that section. She picks up one of the books in Latin, eyes darting over the words. Bligh walks up to the register, leaning on it with one hand.
"You run this place?"
Bjorn leant his hip on the long L shaped glass counter as well, trusting the woman could handle herself for now. "Owner and sole employee, Bjorn. Welcome."
"Thank you. Nice stuff you got there."
He grabs a crystal from a nearby shelf, slipping it into his pocket. Well. That's some blatant stealing. Especially when he meets Bjorn's again, grinning.
A single eyebrow arched at the action, not even glancing at the prices "That one is ten, forty." He noted but couldn't help but be amused, glancing towards their partner to see if this was common
Lucian sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. Probably a regular occurrence.
"Pay the man, Bligh."
He sighs, rolls their eyes, and hands over the money. At least one bill turns into a leaf, but it doesn't matter, there's still enough there. Bligh seems to find this very amusing.
“Does he do that often?” He directed the question to Lucian as he stepped behind the counter to finish the sale, tucking the leaf away in a separate part of the till with a faint smile he attempted to smother. Best not encourage that one, despite sharing the amusement a bit himself.
"He does. You're lucky he paid this time. Last time they tried to pay with a live snake." She sighs, closing the book she was reading with a soft snap. She just barely skims over a page of another, making a small stack in her arms.
"That's right! I did do that." Bligh laughs, giving Bjorn a wink.
Don't do it. Do NOT encourage him.
"Was it a useful snake?" he asked dispute himself, unable to resist winking back. He always was fond of someone that could make him laugh.
"You tell me." He casually drops a snake onto the register, laughing all the while. The snake looks as confused about why it's here as a snake can look.
"You weren't supposed to encourage him." Lucian murmurs without looking up from her book.
Bjorn swallowed his little squeak, hand slapping down on the snakes neck to pin it’s head to the counter and took a deep breath. “Is this even the same species?” He asked, managing a sharply raised eyebrow before examining said snake, heart pounding.
"Could be. Dunno. Just grabbed it. Uhhhh..." He pauses for a moment, staring off into space. "It's not venomous?"
The snake wiggles a bit in Bjorn's hand. It's scales are black, with a greenish iridescence. Looking closer, it appears to have an extra pair of eyes. Wherever he 'just grabbed it' from is probably not anywhere Bjorn would know. It is markedly slippery to the touch.
Bjorn scanned swiftly before grabbing a mostly empty large glass vase, a few air plants and rocks in the bottom and dumped the 'snake' into it and quickly put the glass lid on. ".... Can it even exist here??" wasn't sure which one he was asking
"It's here, isn't it? I'll put it back later." The snake tries to climb out of the vase, but is thwarted by both the lid and the smooth glass.
Lucian says a name in a language that twists her tongue. "Yes, they can exist here. Non-venomous, generally docile. Often kept as pets or used for clothing."
"Walking dictionary." Bligh sticks his tongue out at her.
"Clothing?" he repeated curiously, leaning in to peer closer at the snake with an interested hum. "it's skin or it itself?" he could see both being possible.
It's four eyes were rather cute actually..
"Both." Lucian dips her head a bit. "Constrictors, but harmless at this size."
She steps past Bligh, setting three books on the desk.
"I will be buying these, if you don't mind."
"this size, meaning it gets big?" he guessed, already finding himself resigned to being already attached to the little four eyed thing.
He scanned the books and pushed them over to her "I'll take a crash course on four eyed pets." He'd need it
"Some of them do. But not much bigger than kingsnakes from this world. Its cousin gets very large, but Bligh wouldn't be dumb enough to bring one of those in here. Right?"
She gives a pointed look to her companion, who holds up their hands in surrender. Satisfied, she picks up her books, sliding one she got from . . . Somewhere across the desk. It's thankfully in English.
"There, I suppose. You don't have to keep the snake, he can return it where it belongs. If you'd like. But I do understand liking them."
He picked up the book to flip through, unable to resist being fascinated by the creature. "I have free time lately, and space." He offered them both a grin as he tucked the book away.
never thought Disney would be bold enough to address the strain on Nick and Judy's relationship after the abortion
hey guys look at the replies. someone's having an episode in there
Woooww.... They really fucking are eh?
because kobold societies are in a constant cycle of boom and bust (more or less), and dragons are rarer than caves that can house them, the majority of kobold societies at any given moment are strictly parthenogenetic "cold" colonies. the cold colonies are analogous to the resting/spore stage of a bacterium, these are all that remain of a colony after a dragon (usually the only source of heat and light) has vacated the cave. all males die and the remaining population will continue by parthenogenesis. parthenogenetic kobolds are small and fully furred with adaptations to survive the long, cold gap in time before a new dragon settles in their cave to provide heat and light again. the cold colonies are small and not much is known about them - they lack many resources which a dragon would otherwise provide and often don't produce much in the way of lasting architecture or infrastructure unless the colony stays cold for a couple of centuries - they have slow metabolic rates, not much food, and their entire existence is just sheltering through conditions that would kill almost any other warm-blooded creature. they do change colour in response to temperature like regular kobolds but it's mostly limited to the few areas of bare skin
eventually the cave warms up again with the settling of a new dragon. within a year there will be males born to the colony again, the parthenogenetic phase wears off, and this warm colony can progress more in a few months than the cold colony could in decades. because of this cycle, each time the colony turns warm again it is very different - new beliefs, new hierarchies and structures, new culture, all developing rapid-fire almost from scratch as soon as the cave starts warming up. warm (non-parthenogenetic) kobolds have hair coats limited to the head and neck, larger body sizes, and far better colour vision
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