#human city

[cottagedeer]

A diner had opened up within the human city, strangely has the 20th century decor on point as if someone else had also lived through the 20th century. But that would just be silly. The only people who survived through that time was Marceline and Simon. (exception of Betty but doesn’t count because she time traveled.)

(W/ special guest @ghostlytonix hehe)

[nacapito]

3 stages of falling off the human island into Ooo

— Concept drawings of Cake's descent into Ooo by Steve Wolfhard were labeled as "now entering Toon Town". This is likely a reference to Who Framed Roger Rabbit in which cartoon characters live apart from humans in a community called Toontown. In the film, Eddie Valiant had a feeling of culture shock when first visiting the wacky, zany Toontown and the concept drawing likely indicates to that Fionna and Cake would have a similar feeling when first seeing the Land of Ooo.

source: adventuretime.fandom.com/wiki/Cake_the_Cat

[dongtopus]

Ethics of a sort

The cellar door had stopped creaking now that it was in regular use, though one of the steps now squeaked, even under Marion’s lighter footsteps.

The dark stairwell gave way to a gentle yolken light, crawling out from translucent worms rolling and writhing within a suspended glass jar.

“I thought you did not like the Ambrosia lamps? ‘They smell’ ” Marion quoted, stepping out from the dark as he ran a fingertip across the bottlenecks sticking out from a wine shelf. He rubbed what little dust remained after the previous weeks clean between his plated fingertips with a pair of discerning eyes.

A huff came from the hunched surgeon as flesh was cut away from bone. The cold air kept bodies remarkably well preserved, even as the summer months crept on.

The body was made a sickly yellow with the Ambrosia lamp, but it made Knell’s jaundice skin almost appear to glow.

A leather gloved hand pointed at a chest next to his makeshift bench. It was glossy with bodily fluids and oils.

“The energy that runs through this house doesn’t provide the right light, and prolonged exposure to it makes the stock deteriorate.”

“Ah, yes. I feel I ought to ask what you do with the rest, once you have your arms prepared but I think I ought to go with my better judgement on that.”

Somewhere in the city, a butcher hangs up a sign.

‘Fresh stew meat and stock bullion. Five a pound.’

“I need to ask a favour of you, when you have a moment. There’s a man I have become increasingly aware of that drifts around the streets, particularly around the pub. My sources confirm my suspicions. I would appreciate it if you could fix it for me? It feels a little...” He tilted his head and pursed his lips, “Vigilante? perhaps. Most probably, certainly not moral, I suspect.”

A scalpel rested gently in a thin ooze and Knell turned around, arms bathed in viscera.

“Marion.”

The vampire shook his head, torn from his thoughts, “Yes, dear?”

“Whose arms are these?” Knell put his palms out in front of him, squeezing fluid from his gloved fist.

“I wouldn’t know, I try not to think about it, though I know it to be a necessary thing that you need to do from time to time”

“And you’re in this cellar-turned-abattoir debating Moralism and Ethics.”

His sight slipped past Knell, looking vaguely onto the bench behind him. The torso was obscured by Knell’s frame but the legs and face were visible. The victims face looked almost restful, if not for the gash running up their throat.

His other eyes drifted to the wall on his right, The wine rack had been replaced almost entirely with bottles of blood, it was a reminder to look into purchasing some old casks from the brewery at the edge of the city.

“Fair point. I’ll have Jonty wait upstairs for you, whenever you are ready. Please don’t scar the boy though, and I would greatly appreciate you not dripping on the carpet if possible- It’s an original Marie Cobb-Hacket.”

He pinched a bottle from the rack and made his way back upstairs, just in time to hear something crack as the cellar door opened. Marion grimaced, and was glad to hear the lock shut behind him.

The clock struck Seven-Thirty.

[thischristianguy]

I am trying to write an academic article and just re-read a paper I’d given more than ten years ago. It struck me that it might make a good, though perhaps difficult, posting on this blog. So…

Please read. John Kane’s reflections on William Lynch’s vision of the Human and non-human cities is desperately needed. 

[urbanreassuring]

Can You Learn to Love Any City?

In This Is Where You Belong, Melody Warnick experiments with how to make a place feel like home.

[julianworker]

Olivetti tries to build the ideal ‘human city’ for its workers Adriano Olivetti turned a small, Italian typewriter company into a global phenomenon – but his true obsession was transforming its headquarters, Ivrea, into a model industrial metropolis. The city has still not recovered