More Last Than Star

31 | He & They | Professional Furry | 90s skeleton

[decomposedmaw]

Pixel post dividers for everyone! It's not much, but feel free to use them if you'd like. I don't know the ideal size for these, so let me know if they're too tall. I can make them a bit shorter next time.

[my-dailydreams]

[annielostmarch]

Tim Curry with his GameBoy on the set of The Three Musketeers (1993)

[chilewithcarnage]

cunt levels off the charts

[stitchposts]

what is your LEAST favorite stitch?

I don't like counted work at fucking all. So: the cross stitch.

[rabbitindisguise]

reading this as someone who does cross stitch but is scared of the other kinds of embroidery is like overhearing an incredibly tall and buff person say they have beef with Mr. Tom, the kitten that chills at the bookstore

[stitchposts]

FUCK Mr. Tom and his stupid little fluffy tail ok. And his little charted designs.

[the-dragongirl]

Okay, but this neglects the true villain of embroidery stitches: the French knot

[stitchposts]

Don't you dare malign my girl again

[im-a-dream-wizard]

Ok the french knot is very useful but it is a BITCH to do it consistently

[stitchposts]

[ao3-anonymous]

We talk about how this website’s hate mail game is insane, but this might just be a new level

[talbatross]

"skill issue" made entirely from French knots is a next level roast. no coming back from that one. damn

[subversivecynic]

French knot is easy. Counting each fiddly thread is some absolutely nightmare bullshit.

[gabyluvsxena]

by the gods, y'all need to learn to fucking grid. and you aren't counting threads, you are counting boxes, the grid makes it so much easier. i don't even count most of the time, the grid does it for me.

[stitchposts]

But then I'd have to cross stitch. Why would I want that when I hate cross stitch.

[gabyluvsxena]

i'm beginning to think it's not the counting you hate.... and you know what, that's fine. and i promise, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. even cross stitch.

[stitchposts]

Where did I say it was the counting I hate.

[yeehawpim]

I can be the ship and its sailors

[edgebug]

happy 20 year anniversary of Neil banging out the tunes!

though every rat is special, it's a wonderful and unusual thing for their accomplishments to be remembered and cherished by so many people so many years later. we're all so fortunate to know about the rat who banged out the tunes!

thank you to all the people who sent me reference photos of their beloved rats for this piece!!! credits under the cut!

@joe-spookyy Ben and Socrates

@gooseontheinternet Chamomile and Beefy

@runawayy-rat Bartholomäus and Emo

@theunholystromboli Macrogryphosaurus, Xenoceratops, and Graciliraptor

@techlecticwtch Solas and Dorian

@merlyn-bane Roslyn and Rizzoli

@logictoinsanity Luna and Buttercup

@hagsthehag Orphie, Psyche, Calypso, Ariadne, and Eury

my sweet ladies Bonnie, Mira, An, and Tula

and of course, the irreplaceable

Neil,

who banged out the tunes

[boss-of-armadildos]

Post corrections/clarifications are my favorite genre of humor: a compilation

[innerchildabortionclinic]

evil therapist: to ground yourself, look around, name 5 things you can kill, and 4 things you can at least maim

[the-muppet-joker]

I LOVE SEEING PEOPLE WHO ARE COMFORTABLE ENOUGH IN THEIR OWN SKIN TO EXPRESS THEMSELVES, UNBURDENED WITH FEAR! I STARE AT THEM FROM ACROSS THE ROOM AND THINK "I AM LIKE YOU, I AM LIKE YOU" AS LOUDLY AS I CAN, BUT I NEVER SAY A WORD! COWARDICE IS THE NEEDLE STITCHING SHUT MY MUPPET MOUTH, AND THE BLOOD OF MY DENIAL PAINTS MY LIPS RED LIKE THE CLOWN I AM!

[radicalgraff]

"It doesn't have to be like this. We could have it so much better"

Calligraffiti in Chicago, Illinois

[catcrumb]

[important-animal-images]

[moniquill]

'Borrowing the Tiger's Majesty' by Yuzu Kato

[beelur]

[juunipupu]

Knight and heart that desires

[juunipupu]

“--The knight was soon laid bare, clothes all discarded save for his red belt and scabbard. Honeyed milk flowed from his water skin freely over his curls only leaving behind silky pearls that traveled their way down his body to the mud below. He threw the empty leather skin where most of the milk was already resting and stretched his arms open to his sides as if in taunt and mockery. For what sort of a man would leave his beloved to wait for almost thirty summers?”

more cultural context under cut

While this piece works perfectly fine without the very specific visual ‘joke’ its built on here goes: There’s an old belief and custom sourced to at least 17th century (and believed to be way older) in Finland that revolves around snakes being kept as ‘house snakes’ – specifically grass snakes (I’m pretty sure in rare cases adders too, but sadly I don’t have my book touching on this subject anymore). These snakes could live in the yard or in the home and they were believed to protect the household and cattle if kept well – and by feeding them with milk (they got the first sip of fresh milk too). Midsummer spells are still very much an alive custom. Midsummer night is believed to be very potent for magic, and most of the spells recorded are to do with love. One of such spells mentions to look for a snake (I’ve read adder in most cases probably as most other spells are already adjacent to fields). The direction where the snake looks at during midnight is the direction you must go to find your love. (also, the red belt is another spell, where a maiden should go to a field all naked save for red belt to boost luck in love) I wanted to combine these to customs in this piece to reflect a personal, active participation in finding what you most desire. Wreg pours milk over himself to attract snakes, rather than hoping to find one to lead him. He’s tired of waiting for signs and becomes the sign himself.

[juunipupu]

Knights in Love

[juunipupu]

more lore and context under cut

inspiration songs: John Denver – Annie’s Song , Melodious Melancholye – Bryd one breere in nutshell: Wreg’s (and Otto’s) frolic in the forest is interrupted by an ill omen – black woodpeckers, that signify death. Black woodpeckers: I’m not sure if this particular folk belief persist anywhere else, but in Finland they are seen as an ill omen, specifically either ill fortune or death. I’ve grown up to know them for the graver signifier, in which case depending on if the bird(s) fly in front of you (someone you love dies soon) or behind you (you die soon). Here the birds are spooked and fly towards Otto, and Wreg’s head is turned towards him in same manner as the woodpeckers’ (does he know? Or is he just reaching to kiss him back? Idk I enjoy both ideas) Hound: he’s not super visible against bright backgrounds, but there’s a talbot hound under the steed. He’s dangling one of the birds’ wings in his maw. While talbots are extinct now, there’s debate on whether they were even a breed to begin with (more likely a name for any white and large hunting dog). Growing up Wreg always had a talbot, and they are overall important to his early story. Even here, the hound is doing he’s part to protect his beloved companion from ill omens. Horse: Wreg likes horses that are spunky and silly. I just wanted to bring out her character here, with her chewing on her reins and stomping with her hoof. I’ve always imagined Wreg would’ve always found a way to own a destrier, which were a medieval category of large and stocky war horses. Armour: Otto is wearing more Milanese style armour while Wreg clearly has gothic. I just enjoyed the idea to insinuate here they might’ve gifted the armours to each other.. (in canon timeline Otto is extremely dead and has been for a long while)

[yyshcul]

could you please do a tutorial on how you do your risograph style drawings? they look so cool 😭😭

[bardace]

Shut Up, I Don’t Care

[lawbreaker13]

Oh I hate this so much, incredible job OP