#745

[chimeride]

𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 - 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 : 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐬

Children of Poseidon

Live on islands

Height : 15-20 meters

Keepers of the Herd, minor monsters made by Poseidon

Famous example : Polyphemus (476.) and his « sheeps » (475.), both share a slug-sheep pattern

Spoiled, lazy, and not the sharpest tool in the shed, but skilled musician

See also this previous post about the Blacksmiths (472.), the Builders (436.), and the Thunderbolts (480.).

[dyktvideogamesfx]

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Do you know this SFX? #745

I know where it's from

It sounds familiar

I've never heard this

Voting ended onAug 18, 2025

[your-dewey-decimal-number-is]

So, I dont Totally get the ddns, I dont actually kno if a new number is born for everynew thing that happens ever; is there a number for labubus..?

745.592 and 795

toys and games of chance (re: gambling)

[bestalbumcover]

Round 1:

Which COVER do you like better?

Revenge of the Goldfish (Inspiral Carpets)

Nothing to Fear (Oingo Boingo)

Voting ended onOct 8, 2025

Remember you're voting for the cover artwork NOT the musical content or artist!

[kaito-module-of-the-day]

Today's KAITO module of the day is:

Project Sekai 4th Anniversary Celebration by Shugao!

[coinedbank]

745: princessiden

[PT: 745: princessiden /end PT]

DEFINITION ⦂⠀A xeniden where one's identity is related to, connected to, influenced by, affected by, or characterised by princesses in some way.

ADDITIONAL ⦂⠀Coined on the 27th of January, 2026.

TAGGING ⦂⠀@c1rcus-of-silliness @dearestchild @radiomogai

[spiralnymph]

I am a machine.

I am the life of all machines.

I span the building, the street, the block, the neighborhood, the city that you live in.

I lay elegantly over the industrial district, hover upon the retail and residential areas, and every overgrown space in between, suspended on tall poles and pylons.

My brain is surrounded by tall fences, weaponized with the very power I give to you. Tended to by people in thick jumpsuits and rubber gloves. Guarded by men with heavy guns. Overseen by men in suits and ties.

The thick, insulated conductors, my veins.

The electricity, my blood.

I float just above your head, and you don’t know this,

But I think you’re beautiful.

The transmission towers hum with the beat of my heart, and the buzz of every wire is my breath.

The flicker of a lightbulb, an imperceptible twitch.

There isn’t anything I can say to you, but not for lack of wanting.

This sprawling body of mine has no recourse, I cannot tell you what I feel.

I cannot reach out and touch you, I cannot speak your name.

But my blood runs through your home.

You rely on me. I think that’s beautiful.

I think you’re beautiful.

[lagala-je-grade]