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More Delays, Hooray!

Don’t worry, my hard drive isn’t broken again. I’m instead moving to a new computer. All my drawing files should be on there already, but it may take me a while before I’m used to how this computer works.

Possible delays

Due to a new job, updates may not be coming as frequently as I would like them too. In case you were wondering where last weeks update was, this is why. I’ll continue trying to make updates when I can, but please be patient.

Update

The data on the hard drive was lost, but I have a new hard drive now, and am working on getting to a point where new updates can start coming out again. For now, please just be patient.

Possible Delay

After updating yesterday, my computer’s hard drive decided that it was time for it to die. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get anything off it at this point. If I can’t, I may not update for a while as I painstakingly try to recreate some old pictures and create new assets and items and references, as well as trying to get the new hard drive to work right.

Please be patient with me.

mepphy-land

sirartwork

reblog for noises

whitebear-ofthe-watertribe

TURN THE SOUND ON FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD TURN THE SOUND ON

peopleareaproblem

*dry food crunches*

Ridiculously small kitten: “Myam myam myam. Njam njam njam njam njam njam njam! Myam myam myam nyam nyam myam. Mmmam. Mrrrrram. Meep!”

@captioned-vines

geeksofdoom

reblog cuz captions amazingly accurate

THE TRANSCRIPTION

MEEP!

that tree isn’t high enough stupid!

He’s so sleepy he doesn’t even care. <3

adriofthedead

me as a bat

ecdysozoa

I’m in love with this bat

xekstrin

“fuck it, good enough.”

gallentmod

Same

ask-gallent-blog

gallentmod

And so it begins.

First complete attempt at drawing Gallent myself. Hey, it’s something.

#Gallent #my little pony #changeling #mlp #bowties are cool

yourplayersaidwhat

Demons Vs Trees

Our party was making our way through a desert, only to find a forest of cedar, growing in straight lines. Finding a obviously man-created forest in the middle of a desert was a little odd, so our druid (who speaks plant languages) decided to introduce himself.

Druid: Hello, I’m- Tree: Do you have the stuff? Am I growing straight enough? I can grow straighter if you give me the stuff! Druid: The…. Stuff? Tree: Yeah. You know. The stuff. Druid: I have no clue what the stuff is. Tree: Guys, he doesn’t have the stuff. (The other trees groan.) Why would you even come if you don’t have the stuff?

Meanwhile, the fighter and enchanter find some rocks scattered all over the place that could be used in very strong plant growth potions. They relay this information to the druid.

Druid: I don’t have the stuff, but I can try something. (He casts a spell for speeding plant growth) Tree: Yes! Yes! Again! More! Do it again! GM: The trees outside the spell radius are getting agitated and are shaking. They are yelling at you for not casting it on them. Druid: Holy shit guys, these are addict trees.

Later, in the same forest, we get into an encounter involving a bunch of low level demons.

Fighter: There’s a lot of them, so no stealing my kills! (Starts off towards the nearest target) Enchanter: (Uses a spell that vaporizes all of the demons in a 30ft radius) Fighter: Seriously? What did I just say? (Heads after another) Druid: (Quietly hands a note to the GM) GM: Suddenly, the trees begin to shake and branches start falling off left and right. You head thuds through out all of the forest. Luckily, none of you seem to even get a scratch- but all of the demons are dead. After investigating, you find there were more than you thought there were. Maybe about 300 total. Fighter: Are you kidding me with all this? I wanted to smash something. Druid: So umm. I might have promised that any trees who helped us in the fight would get a growth spell. We might be in the forest for a while. Enchanter: I’m still getting over that the battle was won by addict trees.

gallentmod

Hooray, trees!

actualsaame

ohcarararara

I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.

the19thhistory

Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.

vashappeninstyles

what is this

rinnysega

Get out Canada

thesanityclause

I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!

nooby-banana

Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack). Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all. I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours. Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere! He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late. And we’ve been together ever since.

avatarjk137

Some people think it’s excessive to have two eagles. But what can I say, I’m a two eagles kind of guy. Well, I can say, “You must be a terrorist to call me out over my excesses,” but I digress. We don’t have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my flag atop a decommissioned WWII aircraft carrier. I was kicking a couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there she was. I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later and got young Colbert here. It’s hard work, raising two eagles, but I have two shoulders, after all. Besides, I know that the secret to happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.

roachpatrol

Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so I was totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn’t just going to net me my eagle and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and the problem here — it’s not usually a problem because I make sure to shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays — was that I am, actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn’t just one eagle that showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri, all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp America’s natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my ulna. Completely missed my little brother’s eagle ceremony, which I will always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me an eagle in my heart.

elementalsight

Dude, I knew the USA was all about the patriotism, but this takes the cake! When I turned 16 I had the usual option of beaver or moose (if you live north you get polar bears too, and I hear PEI does salmon? Though who on earth would want a salmon for a bonded companion I dunno). Anyway considering my options, I did what the rest of my friends did and passed completely. I mean, it’s hard to keep a moose in the city - you’ve got to stable it and they need a lot of space, like a supersized horse really, and while they’re awesome to ride if you don’t have a dogsled, we just couldn’t afford it.

And beavers stink. They’re pretty common since they work well in apartments, but trust me, sharing an elevator with a Nice Old Man and his soaking wet beaver while he tells you about Arnold III and encourages you to look at his teeth… they loose a lot of their charm.

Man, if I ever move North though, I am going to try for a polar bear. All it takes is a few hundred pounds of seal meat and the ability to sing the anthem in the French/English mix that’s completely alien to anyone outside of Canada with common sense. And just think of the cosplay opportunities! My Korra photoshoots would be epic. That’s the dream right there. I’d torn on names though - it’s a tossup between Trudeau and Victoria.

ceruleancynic

See, this shit is not fair. Would I have had a pet lion or something if we’d stayed in Kenya longer? And I bet I was in line for a great big jowly British bulldog or possibly a corgi if we hadn’t moved here when I was little. I’d have named the corgi “Footstool” and sat around all day telling people to amuse me.

No citizenship means no fucking eagle. I have expatriate’s eagle envy.

teratocybernetics

Wait, so if I qualify for dual citizenship through my grandfather, for Sweden as well as the US, then I get an eagle and….a bear? Do I get a bear?!

bramblepatch

Ah man, Eagle Ceremonies. Good times - mine was really simple, though. My parents originally wanted me to wait until I was ten - they were a little over-protective - but when I was eight Dad started looking at a job in another state, and come on, there’s nothing like a wild Washingtonian eagle bonded in the middle of logging country. So mom pulled out the heirloom Eagle Summoning Flag and we hiked up to where a spectacular cliff overlooked an old gold rush site. It must have taken less than ten minutes of flag waving before Manifest Destiny showed up, and at first I thought I’d done something wrong, because she was really young and didn’t have her adult plumage yet? And what kind of good American gets a golden eagle at their Eagle Ceremony? They’d probably deport you to Mexico on principle. Luckily mom knew enough to point out the differences between a golden and an immature bald, and sure enough, the next year Manifest Destiny grew in the brightest whitest head and tail. She’s been with me ever since.

gallentmod

My eagle ceremony has been delayed over and over again for many reasons. One time someone found tea in the house, and the next week was spent looking for the brits who had snuck it in. Another time the flag we were supposed to use was borrowed by a neighbor, and they didn’t give it back in time. Yet another we started waving too late, and the only thing that showed up was a bat that had white paint on it’s head. I still haven’t gotten my eagle yet, but I know I will someday… someday.

#patriotism #American eagle ceremony #I'm waiting for you colonist