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The Real Thing
Another moment from Orion's Rejects 3, coming "soon" along with the remastered Parts 1-2 (I promise). Spark blasts look stunningly beautiful from the receiving end, until the searing pain hits a quarter second later... Art by Linked Memories
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Mother's Day
On Mother's Day, I met up with Stella in the really touristy part of Hollywood. We walked a few blocks around her favorite places, and she told me all about her adventures in the area when she was younger. Apparently she was something of a groupie, and spent many summer nights with all the hair metal guys that were all over the strip back then. She even said that she's one of the girls mentioned in The Dirt. I don't know which one she was, and I probably don't want to know. I really hope she wasn't Bullwinkle... When I was growing up, she was always a very reserved person, constantly in "pre-school teacher mode" even after I had long matured past the need for it. I think it was how she coped with things. She only started breaking out of that after the divorce, well after I had fled the nest. It's taken me nearly a decade to get used to the fact that my parents are real people, that they were hiding so much behind the two-dimensional characters they pretended to be for so long. Art by Linked Memories
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Look to the Sky
One of these days, the sky will be mine... Art by Linked Memories
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An Unconventional Sonic Experiment
The locals had told us about a cave overlooking the canyon that pulsed with mystic energy. Yeah, we'd heard that one before, but after weeks of trying to track down the source of the anomalous energy readings this planet had been giving off, we were willing to take any lead, however tenuous. A long, miserable hike later we found ourselves standing at the entrance of a deep cavern, glowing bright blue. Not a good sign. We checked our geiger counters and took some initial readings. It wasn't radiation, luckily, or we'd be dead already. In fact, we were getting no readings at all inside, not even background radiation. Other forces were at play here. It was still sketchy, but night was falling fast and we wouldn't have time to make it back to the settlement below. We took the risk and entered. Inside, we were met with a vast, sprawling and twisting cavern. Glowing crystals lined the walls, humming like electric transformers. The air itself felt charged somehow, so soft and warm compared to the harsh cutting winds in this desert. The perfect refuge. The next morning, we awoke to find another bad sign... our equipment was completely useless. Whatever this energy was, it overwhelmed all our sensors. Not even our auto-cartographer was functioning, it just kept generating impossible layouts. Without that, there's no way we'd risk going deeper. Then, my companion had an idea. He told me to get out my traveler guitar. I told him the amp setup I created from our instruments probably wouldn't work. But he told me to just play something acoustic. Looking around the cavern, surrounded by the light and heat, something inspired me. I started strumming the chords to an old torch song that my guitar's original owner wrote many centuries before. And, without even realizing it, I started singing along. "I’ve never been the dramatic type But if I don’t see your face tonight I… well I guess I’ll be fine High, highlighting hard between the lines But they’re getting closer every time I try To decipher the signs..." I felt a pulse of energy race through the guitar. My companion had used his lightning tail, placing the edge against the cable port. That changed everything. All of a sudden, the guitar started ringing out as if amplified. The crystals glowed brighter, as they echoed the sound. It was as if my guitar had been run through an entire pedalboard, with deep, layered reverbs and echoes coming back to me. "Like we’re slowly coming together Yeah it’s slowly coming out about us..." My companion had taken out his own guitar and strummed along. As the sounds got back to my ears, I started seeing it. The whole layout of the cavern was being drawn in my mind... "Oh I...I think I love you And I think that I loved you the whole time How could this happen We were jump rope gazers in the middle of the night..." Then I saw it, somewhere hidden many kilometers deep. A bright azure ball of pure quantum vibrations, held together by some form of force-field. Time and space itself seemed to bend around it. It was like I was staring into the heart of the universe itself. Whatever it was, we had found it. And we were going to get it. -- Art by BassyBefuddle. Blytz is BlytzDragon. Thanks for letting me guest-star in your world! The song referenced is Jump Rope Gazers by The Beths, a band that keeps managing to inspire my commissions.
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Kesper Abugida V3
A sketch of the revised writing system for kesper. I decided to go full abugida on this by fusing the vowel diacritics into the glyphs, which I think looks way better. The number system from V2 remains the same. I have NO CLUE how I could digitize this... maybe Ge'ez? We'll see...
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"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic" Young Mijra was as brilliant as he was troubled. He was a master of the machine, and had a deeper understanding of electronics as he had of people. But he felt like he had little control in life, and became desperate for acceptance. He fell in with a bad crowd and started doing stupid things just to have some sense of agency. He was a culture jammer, committing petty vandalism in the digital realm.
Unfortunately, it didn't turn out well for him, as his "friends" were interested in far less petty crimes. He tried getting out, but things turned violent before he could. And so, at age 15, though he was never convicted of any crimes, he found himself exiled from his home moon for his own safety.
He started a new life on a terrestrial planet. He found some fleeting connection there, but it wasn't enough to keep him from feeling like an outsider. He realized that to escape his past, he'd need to get much, much farther away. At 17, he joined the explorers guild, and would soon find himself on a journey to the planet Tayyogan Rek - Earth - 1300 light years away.
Art by Osleepyevil on FurAffinity
Welcome to Planet Earth
Just before dawn, in Tsurimi Ryoukuchi Park on the outskirts of Osaka, a shuttlecraft lands in silence like it does every night. A cadet exits alone, someone used to being the one extra passenger in life. Everyone else got to take the earlier ride. As he watches the shuttle recloak and takeoff, he breathes in the park air for the first time. The wind is scented with fresh-cut grass, baseball field dirt, and a hint of industrial smog. It's morning on planet Earth, and he is completely alone... Art by Linked-Memories on DeviantArt
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fry futurama really has such like fursona hair. trivial to imagine him as a dipshit foxboy
This is the realest post in the history of this web site
Gravity
He started having these dreams at 16... a freezing cold night, a blood-red moon, falling through the clouds at the speed of sound towards a vast sea of static. No matter how hard he tried, his wings would not move. It bled over into his waking life. The sky no longer felt safe. The ground always felt too close. He's started taking melatonin. It helps a bit, but he's still not fully ready to fly again. Art by Linked-Memories on DeviantArt
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Kylo Ren limped into the room. "Please," he gasped, "just once.... i need it...."
3000 hungry wolves to your location
I just logged back on to Tumblr and saw they changed it back. If only there was a way for @staff to test out their ideas on a willing group of users who could give feedback before rolling it out to the whole site...
I thought the update was 75% of the way to being a big improvement for the current desktop site. It ALMOST made reblogs and discussions easier to navigate. It is useful to be able to separate out comments from different reblogs, then it would be a lot easier to follow various conversations. But its the other 25% that killed it. Really, all they needed to do was send notes back up the chain to the previous posters. That would have fixed it, and it feels like it should be easy to implement.
Happy Garda Car day to those who celebrate
im so croissant pilled its insane i could eat croissants for every meal like oh my god. and you can even use them for sandwiches. AND sweet treats. the possibilities are endless
There are some bakeries in Downtown that make knockoff Supreme Croissants, they're peak.
Tailed
A moment from Episode 3, coming "soon". On the Anaheim River Trail, Ollie and Rin are pursued by a mysterious DGSI agent. Art by Linked-Memories
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Settling In
Mijra, back when he first moved across the Pacific, and before he got any furniture for his place in Belmont Shore. All he had at that time was his work stuff and his cat Lemra. Despite everything, this planet had treated him well. Art by Linked-Memories
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Star in a Light-Polluted Sky
Specter's mom. She doesn't have it going on. She's a 50 year old divorcee with 1.5 sons (though she really doesn't like to think about the .5). Specter got his good looks and attitude from her. Art by Linked-Memories
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Acrophobia
Scraffy's a bit maladjusted because of all the things he went through as a kid. Somewhere along the way, he picked up a nasty a fear of heights, the worst type of fear a bat can get. He has no trust in his own wings. Even just standing on Metro overpasses for his job can set off vertigo. One day, when he got a panic attack after looking out the windows of his brother's penthouse apartment, he decided that he had enough. He was made to fly, and he was going to learn one way or another. Now, as he stands on the ledge of a dilapidated building somewhere in Bunker Hill, trying not to faint as his friend tries to encourage him to step into the air, he's discovered that bad mentalities die hard...
Art by Angrycontra on DeviantArt. Kai is owned by Blytzdragon on FA
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