Elodon

Haio, my name is Elodon, or Elo. I play Destiny 2, and love Good Omens I also have a pet snake named Noodle. And I like costume design.

[vanguardvogue]

a quick and dirty shader mixing guide i scribbled together on twitter at 2 am

I put the four outfits I used in the thread that are a little hard to see under the cut:

[elodon]

Bug-themed Hunter!

I’ll post a pic of the transmog once I can retrieve it

[elodon]

Do any of you guys have wrists and ankles that click when you roll them?

Kind of like cracking your knuckles but you can do it repeatedly and always

[homunculus-argument]

The chili plant made a deal with their God to only be consumed by things that could spread its seeds and fly. The chili received capsaicin, making itself painful to eat for mammals, but not birds, and all was well for the chili.

Then the human shows up, tastes it, and likes the pain. So now there's this flightless fucking mammal eating the chili. Like not even a fruit bat or anything, a flightless fucking mammal chomping on the chili.

What the fucking shit, God, cried the chili, I specifically requested the opposite of this.

Now hold on, wait a moment, replied the God who talks to plants but has no idea what the fuck these apes are going to do next. It might be something cool.

And in a flash of a second, in barely fraction of the time that chili took to develop capsaicin, the humans went from walking across land bridges and rowing little boats across small waters, into building ships that could cross oceans. More humans tasted the chili, and liked the pain. They took the seeds with them, and planted it elsewhere.

See? They spread the seeds.

They're still not flying, said the chili, still feeling insulted and betrayed.

But before the conversation was over, the humans were still not done fucking around and nowhere close to finding out. The ships became machines, and another machine was invented, capable of flight. Now, not only were the humans farming chili on continents far too far away for any of the birds that originally ate it could dream of flying, but the chili flew with them to lands where it could possibly not grow, so that humans over there could also eat it and enjoy the pain.

You see? They spread your seeds and fly.

It doesn't count as keeping a promise if you only manage it by a fucking accident, said the chili, still somewhat insulted. But nonetheless, the chili thrived.

[inkskinned]

it's been said before and i'm sure said better than i can phrase it. but really, really - if you like making "i'm going to kill myself" jokes, please try switching to being ironically conceited instead.

anytime something goes wrong, say things like "ah well at least i'm beautiful and charming and everyone loves me." when you forget something, try "my big huge brain is so smart and thinking about too many other very big wizardly thoughts you wouldn't even understand." when you're frustrated by one of your symptoms, start talking like you're in My Immortal. "Life has come for me but my eyes are beautiful pools of gorgeous fire and my hair is amazing. I stuck my middle finger up at life and told it to fuck off and it did."

just... try it for a month or two. try saying the most absurdly self-congratulatory shit you can think of.

i know it's tempting to make suicide or self-harm jokes. and for me at least, a decade ago (!) when someone suggested i stop making those kinds of jokes, i was kind of at a loss for what to replace them with. i wanted to make light of these moments, but genuinely (at the time) my first thought really was suicidal ideation. there was a part of me that even felt like ... i was kind of "making light" of that voice. that if i could say i want to die lol, it would help take the sting out of that genuine (albeit passive) desire. like i could turn my illness into a joke.

when i started complimenting myself instead, it felt awkward and stupid. it felt really, really ironic. what i was actually saying was nobody would ever think this stuff about me, that's what makes it so fucking funny.

but. the effect was immediate. first thing i noticed was the people around me. when i dropped a glass and said ah my skin is too beautiful and sleek the glass has swooned and broken for me, other people were suddenly overjoyed to jump in with the joke. rather than making an awkward moment, we'd both start cracking up. ah princess sleek hands, i've heard of you.

i was 19. i hadn't noticed i'd been making others tense when i said i want it all to end. i know now that it's incredibly hard to know how to walk that moment - do you talk to them about your concern? do you potentially make them uncomfortable by asking if they're okay? do you ignore the situation? do you help them pick up the glass, or do they need to do it by themselves? are they genuinely made suicidal over this small moment? and most importantly, how do you - without professional training or supplies - actually help?

most people want to help you pick up the glass in your life, they just have no fucking idea how to do it. they don't want to make anything worse. they don't want to make assumptions about you. they love you, they're scared for you - and being scared makes people kind of freeze up. it's not because they don't love you. it's because they do.

now when something bad happens, my first thought is how can i make a stupid joke about this. it isn't my brain saying you're a dumb fucking bitch. i spend more time laughing. i spend more time being gentle with myself. i spend more time feeling good.

and the thing is - what's kind of funny - is that you'd be surprised by how many people agree with you. the first time i said i'm too pretty to understand that, someone else said to be fair you're the prettiest person in this room. i promise - you really don't know how kindly your friends see you. but they love you for a reason. they sort of reverse-velveteen-rabbit you. your weird and ugly spots fade away and you just become... the love they want to give you.

go love yourself ironically. the worst thing that happens is that you end up tricking your reflection into actually loving you.

[elodon]

I made a mushroom bowl :)

[xy-is-i]

Imagine Danny Fenton working as a security gaurd at Arkum Asylum. Like, he jokes around with the inmates, makes horrible puns, try to get his stick in the mud coworkers to crack a smile. Nobody would take this bean pole seriously. Not noticing the lean muscle underneath his skin, or the way he surveys every room he enters in an instance. He's become a favorite with several inmates like Harley and the Riddler; not afraid to make witty comebacks and banter. There is just one thing though. He tells them one day if they ever try to escape they best do it when he's off the clock because they won't otherwise. Don't mistake this for a challenge, its a warning, he informs them. And the most mysterious thing about this new gaurd is that there has yet to be a successful prison break when he's on duity. This kind of record in Arkum is unheard of. Who knows what kind of attention that might cause. Mabye even the curiosity of a certain local Vigilante.

[recondite-room]

If I were a villain trying to break out of Arkum and ran into Danny-freaky-ass- slendrman-looking-Fenton standing at the end of an unlit hall lookin’ into my soul with his dead fish eyes I’d turn right the fuck around. 

Some punks with more guts than brains tried to charge him and Guard Fenton just stared them down until the inmates lost their nerve and wouldn’t get any closer than ten feet from Fenton. The lights flicker. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. The man might not even breathe. The feeling is similar to walking through the forest and stumbling across a bear standing in your path. Something that seems so friendly from a distance but you dare not cross in close quarters. Something that makes your heart fall out through the seat of your pants. 

Hardened crooks who would willingly risk being tracked down by The Bat if they escaped won’t gamble their chances with Fenton. The guy simply has bad vibes, “horror movie vibes” as Harley so eloquently puts it. For everyone who has the good sense to stay put during Danny’s shift they get a bright, friendly smile and a congratulatory  “Good choice” during his rounds later. Two words that feel suspiciously like dodging a bullet. 

Fun Bonus Ideas:

Inmates place bets as to what kind of messed up stuff Fenton gets up to in has spare time to have such sketchy vibes. The most popular vote is serial killer. Another fan favourite guess is underground fighter, the Deathmatch variety. 

At some point during his high school career Danny got tired of running off to transform into Phantom to fight ghosts and started throwing hands as Fenton. From an outside perspective this looks like Amity Park is full of metas and Danny Fenton has a history of getting into fights with them. 

[jackalspine]

People who’ve been in Arkham for more than a month maintain an active betting pool regarding newer inmate activity vs That One Prison Guard

Newer inmates are like ???? Why the fuck do you let this guy push you around??? He’s a child like half your size???

Danny, directly behind them- breathing cool vapor down their necks with his spooky fukcn eyes:

“h̴̨̢̧̻̤̬̭̤̗͙͈͙͉̃̋̓̋̓̿̓͆̕͘͜͠͝ͅě̸̡̛͉͖̠̺̜̺͕͎̅̍̈́̀̽̆̈́̍̾͝y̷̜̥͔̐̾͛́͑, ̶͓̫̬̣̯͗͆Ì̸̛̛͓̬̠͍͍͍̥͕̜̔̀̆̐̍̓͌̔̽͘͝’̴̨͖̼͉͈̭̙͎̖̗͓̣͙̹̅̇ͅm̶̛͍̤̠̱̯̙͍̯̗̐̍̈͋͂̅͛̐̏͑͘͜͝ ̴̟̉̽͗̔͝l̵͚͎͕͍̅͋į̴̨͖͔̰̭̗̹̔͋̍̔̋͐͛̿̚͜͝ͅk̴̬͈͈͖͙̥̞̰̲̭̟͈̽ͅe̷̥̮̎̀̀̕͝ͅ ̷̦̰͈͕̖͎͚͙̂͗͆2̵̘̠͂̈́̄̓̆̀̿̐̕͝͠3̸̜͍̜̱͕̠̒͆͊̇̃̃̀̆̽”

[elodon]

I know of at least two fics that do this exact scenario— here are the links, you can thank me later :)

Personally I think the Ao3 one is of higher quality :)

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14032172/1/Danny-is-an-Arkham-Security-Guard

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36363223/chapters/90658183

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Xover: Danny is an Arkham Security Guard Ch 1, Batman & Danny Phantom | FanFiction

[slaygentford]

Zoned out for twenty min thinking about how I’d explain fortnite to an ancient Roman

[saintshorter]

….well? don’t leave us hanging 👀

[slaygentford]

I’d open with its a painting but it moves. (It’s enchanted to move?) Uh, sure. (Witchcraft!) I am stoned. Let’s try again. I’d open with its many paintings put together in succession so it has the appearance of movement. Demonstrate by drawing a simple page flip animation of a fish swimming in the margin of a book. Okay. So this buff cat. You see the cat’s head on the muscular man’s body? (Is this an Egyptian god?) Uh, no. It’s just like, we don’t have that shit anymore. I mean, so much time has passed, its pretty much fallen out of the cultural milieu here. (Existential crisis. I get him some tea. He spits it out cuz he thinks it’s disgusting.) ok buddy. So. You good to keep going? Okay so. It’s many paintings in quick succession so it appears to move, and you control its movement. Not the whole painting. Just the cat. He moves around on this landscape. The point of controlling the cat’s movement is like the point of a war game. Loosely. (So you practice war? Sharp nod. War.) Uh, okay. So then, when you get your little man to kill someone, that’s good, right. (What is he doing now?) Oh he’s dancing. You can make him do a little dance after he kills someone. (It’s inappropriate to do a little dance after you take a man’s life.) Okay but it’s not actually — (it’s INNAPROPRIATE. I spit on this). He spits at my laptop.

[animatedamerican]

honestly I unironically love this

“explain something that makes perfect sense to you to someone with no immediate cultural referents for it, and make it make sense to them” is one of my favorite things. especially when the sense it makes to them may not be exactly the sense it makes to you.

[agirlwithachakram]

I was thinking about this recently, like if you got zapped back to medieval England and tried to tell them the story of Star Wars. “Okay so a long time ago, in a galaxy far–wait, do you know about galaxies? Do you know heliocentrism, I don’t remember when that became a thing…Okay so there’s this guy with a suit of armor and asthma, shit, let me back up. There’s a metal butler and his metal, um, trash can friend? And they’re on a spaceship, which…You know what, let me tell you the story of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”

[animatedamerican]

Oh come on, no, Star Wars is easy.

A long long time ago, in a sea far far away, called the Sea of Stars, there was a powerful and cruel Empire that ruled over the sea’s countless islands. On and among many of these islands, there was a small but courageous Rebellion, seeking to cast down the Empire and win freedom for the islanders. As we join our story, the Rebellion has recently discovered that the Empire has built a great magical weapon, powerful enough to destroy entire islands, in the form of a huge armored battleship called the Death Star. The rebel Princess Leia is aboard her own much smaller ship, fleeing the pursuing Imperial forces, in possession of the arcane secrets of the Death Star’s making …

So yes, magic is everywhere in this retelling. Darth Vader’s armor is magical and he will die if he takes it off, but while he wears it he can ignore blows that would kill anyone else. The lightsaber doesn’t even need to be translated; it’s a magical sword with a blade fashioned of light, that the wielder can ignite or extinguish at will. Artoo and Threepio are possibly magical creatures made of metal, or possibly just servants (one who never talks, one who almost never stops talking). All of the aliens are either Weird Foreign People or Uncanny Creatures such as goblins, trolls, et cetera. And the Force is the Force, of course, of course. (Really, the only part that might seriously confuse a medieval audience is the complete absence of Christianity.)

I’ve been trying to think what movie or TV show would count as Hard Mode – that is, a story where the characters’ basic motivations and choices would be incomprehensible to a person of a particular past era, no matter how much you did to translate the setting into an idiom they would recognize. Any suggestions?

[tanoraqui]

I was going to say a scifi show like Doctor Who would be harder than Star Wars because it’s much more about the existence of other planets, of time travel, of all sorts of aliens than Star Wars is, in a way that can’t just be translated to islands in a great sea…but really, the worlds and aliens of Doctor Who are only nominally more imagined fantasy to us today than they would be to a medieval peasant or citizen of Ancient Rome. “See all the stars?” I’d start, pointing at the night sky clear of any light pollution. “We start by imagining that each is like our sun, bright and warm, just so far away we can’t tell - and by each distant sun is a planet much like ours, on which might live people just like us…or much stranger. Talking cats and humanoid dragons. Or stranger beings, made not of flesh but metal, wood, or even light.” 

“There are ships to sail through the dark seas between them, some vast and metal…and one small and wooden, that looks like a box. Its captain is a hero of infinite legends…”

[thedupshadove]

For genuine hard mode, how about Sesame Street; not just its actual content but the place it has held within American culture throughout its run.

[absolxguardian]

I feel like you get an easy mode and a hard mode within the same society. Alright there’s the basic of explaining TV, and explaining how many families have can afford a TV but not preK. I don’t need to explain preK because most cultures won’t know what public school is so I can’t just say “education”. I can explain this to a social reformer easy- quakers, Victorians trying to open public schools, you name it. After I explain the magic box, I can say that there are these people who make puppet shows that can be viewed across the country/appropriate unit of area by children who learn both moral skills and basic reading and writing. This frees up their parents to work. It was also controversial for showing kids of our equivalent to [majority] and [minority] playing together. Now it would be much harder to explain it to people who wouldn’t understand why teaching tolerance and educating the poor a bit is a good thing.

[elodon]

I didn’t know other people spent time thinking about this too! I think about this stuff constantly! I read a lot of fantasy/fiction books, and zone out really often trying to think of how I’d explain things like the internet or an iPhone to different fantasy characters. A lot of the time I think “what if they could see me right now? What if they could see through my eyes? How would I explain the modern world to them?” It’s an infinite pastime. Constant entertainment. How would I explain Earth to Star Wars characters? How would I explain how their life is our fiction? How would I explain our houses and lights and air conditioning and radios to someone like Legolas? I do admit that a large topic is iPhones and the internet. So complex! I spend hours thinking about how to explain it in terms for medieval characters. Social media, google, videogames, movies, music, YouTube, and so on.

[elodon]

Are you ever reading a book and then you hit a really good section and your just wriggle with excitement? Like a character is about to meet another character and oh my GOD ahhhhhaksbdulgbaidnflg

[heavenlyeros]

the Lucent Tales book is lovely and full of insight, but I particularly like the third story because it offers some (super cool) information on the origins of the adorable moths, as told through the research notes of Krill, ghost to Ubartu-ana. magiscience aside, there is a lot to unpack here. Ubartu-ana is clearly an ass, but Krill themself is not exactly a fan of the Hive either - at the very least not of their Hive. is this because of their lightbearer’s cruelty upon being rezzed? how many doubts did Krill have? did they give in to peer pressure, did they hear an unexplainable call to choose this person in particular? what shape do their regrets take? how does it feel, to wait for so long and have their hope so simply crushed? do they, too, consider the proto-Hive “weak pests”, do they echo Ubartu-ana’s sentiments upon meeting him, or do they still see some merit in the Hive they might’ve perhaps seen when they made their choice? is their research merely scientific curiousity or do they hope to heal the ailments of Ubartu-ana’s patients? all of these? none? is the final line, of their name - Krill - being poetic in that everything of value about Ubartu-ana came from his ghost, a clue to their original opinion, or a cruel little joke of Krill’s own?

it is all very beautiful and very sad and I wish we could hear more from Krill themself, but the saddest part is that in search for week one’s moth in the quagmire cave we must defeat a wizard and kill their ghost, and that wizard is Ubartu-ana.

[neonanarchystudios]

Alrighty, so! I decided to make a character builder based off of the way that I organize my notes for all my Destiny/Guardian hcs and details! BEHOLD!!

I realized that there weren’t really any super detailed Destiny OC sheets, so I spent a good few hours making this one. It’s completely free to use, and feel free to take notes based on it if you don’t want to use the actual sheet. I tried to make it as straightforward as possible, but in case I didn’t make something clear enough, I made an example one using my main guardian, Atlas the Titan Boi. If you want to repost it, I left instructions on the final page of the document about reposting and what my boundaries are.

If you do end up using any part of it, or just want me to see your guardian, TAG ME!! I want to see your guardians, and it makes me so happy to know that I maybe helped someone out.

Happy Worldbuilding!!

-Ez

Drive folder with blank pdf + example

[elodon]

Been thinking about wearing this into school one day

[elodon]

Behold: my classmate who brings dead birds to class and thinks it’s nbd

[elodon]

Peaceful forest video

[elodon]

I dunno who made the references, and don’t want to put this out here without saying I roughly traced the one on the right

I plan on finding the creators of both reference pics I used with a reverse image search, and I’ll update this when I do

[elodon]

Yay for hair dye!! Idk, it’s a really cool color so I thought I’d share

[unrealromance-deactivated202311]

I’m so angry I could fucking spit.

Keep reading

[elodon]

Scream it to the skies, sister.