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fiztheancient

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fiztheancient:

crepe rottel

alternatively sleeping bag egg rottel

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spacethatneverwas

Fictional spaceplane project

Next Generation Space Transportation orbiter Pacifica, delivering three brand new Proteus printer-assembler drones to SBSP station building site.

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knaxley

Vibri real bunny

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chameowmille-deactivated2023062

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galactica-phantom

what if we were both robots and needed to transfer information but the only way to do it was to kiss with tongue

galactica-phantom

i’m talking about this btw

her favorite treat! cookie

(Porcellio laevis with shrimp pellet)

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seafoamboy

I worked on making the MV for Amelia Watson’s first original song ChikuTaku! Here’s an example of the pixel art 3D models i made for it.

dollhouse

a momentary indulgence for thy loyalty

thanks to novembers’ patrons for voting on this ranni animation!

cuoqet

im literally dead. how does one obtain this power ....................

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homunculus-argument

Fantasy stories should have more "what do you mean you don't do X" things in compare and contrast of cultures. Like the differences between peoples aren't the stuff they show off as "These Are Our Culture :)" things, fucking everyone has food and music and folk tales, but the things they've always assumed that everyone has, and are baffled to discover that they don't.

The people who are always barefoot are baffled that humans don't have a wash basin at their front door where people can wash their feet before stepping inside?? Do they just walk in with their dirty feet? The fuck do you mean you take your shoes off?

Humans don't have small baby-sized spellbooks for toddlers who just learned to read, so they can safely learn to practice tiny cute and harmless, age-appropriate magic spells before progressing to more mature and demanding spells? What, do they just throw teenagers completely unprepared into the arcane - hold the fuck up, is that why human sorceror mortality is so fucking high?

Dwarves who have always wondered why the entrance to human residences is so fucking big, why do you need to take up such a large area for a door that's just there to lead downstairs to the underground halls? Are the timber walls really as thick as a human is tall? What for? And once one of them gets invited to a human house to stay and rest, nobody ever fucking believes her: That's not the entrance, that's the whole fucking house. 100% of the human house is aboveground, there is no tunnel to the underground levels. They might have a single storage room down there, but the aboveground section is so fucking big because that's the whole house.

This post was brought to you by: People who butter their bread and who had no idea that there are people who put mayonnaise on their bread, and people who put mayo on their bread and had no idea about people who put butter on their bread discovering that the other kind of people exist.

lyricwritesprose

“Doors!”

“Beg pardon?” I had half expected Elunis to react to Port Johar with politely concealed disgust. It was, after all, a human city. And Elunis was a Silver Elf—they didn’t live in tree cities like most elves, but in palatial crystal cities that few ever see.

Elunis kept surprising me. “Doors!” she said excitedly. “I never knew so much could be done with doors!”

I looked around. We were in Temple Square. Granted, the temple’s doors were bronze, decorated with a relief of the gods doing various godly things (with “godly” definitely not meaning good, wise, or chaste) and the bank’s doors were high and forbidding, but still—”What do you mean?”

Elunis blinked at me with enormous gold-tinted eyes. Her skin was the color of old bronze and her clothes were green silk and her eyes were that completely unhuman color, and sooner or later someone was going to dip into her pockets just out of curiosity, because she stood out. A lot. “Well. Um. In Tir Celes the builders try to conceal the doors. They’re considered, I don’t know, gauche. A flaw in the clean line of the structure. But here, the doors are decorative, they’re an integral part of the design, they’re—” She twirled. “They’re beautiful! I have to tell the people back home all about doors.”

I looked at her. “Wait . . . is that why you keep finding secret doors and passages, when we get into a dungeon? Because your culture just bloody hides them all?”i

Elunis blinked again. “Those were supposed to be secret?”

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prokopetz

I think one of the characteristic experiences of playing modern remakes of classic RPGs is being struck by how weirdly horny the remake's character designs are, then going back and checking the original character art and realising that no, apparently she was always intended to be running around with the zipper of her jorts hanging wide open – you just couldn't tell before because the original game's character models were about thirty pixels tall.

prokopetz

#Need a Vagrant Story that gives us the lust inspiring fullness of Sydney (via @akay4)

I think the difference there is that with Vagrant Story it wouldn't be a surprise – Vagrant Story actually succeeded in making the in-game models blatantly horny while working within the PS1's limitations.

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