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It's warm on a white night

royalxiii

Xenoblade Genesis | 2027

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zicygomar

Xenoblade Genesis might present itself as a straight magic and elves fantasy now, but known giant mecha lover Tricky Takahashi would not have brought on illustrator Palow., who does art of characters with intricate mechanical designs, just to deprive himself of cool robots for an entire video game dev cycle.

soappbar

i love these colors on him theyy are great

qvarr

This piece has been rotting in my art folder for months now and I finally figured out how I Wanted to color/render Dinraal.

I want to make a piece for each of the dragons, so consider this part 1 of the set.

ageofimprisonmentcountup

1103 Days since Tears of the Kingdom released.

bigskycastle

flower knight

luminous-orb

nintendo direct tomorrow they will announce xenoblade kart

luminous-orb

NO FUCKING WAY

daeyumi

so take me back to the place where it all began,

[ and kiss me under the light of the falling stars ]

lamaery

I have not posted this one here? How have I not posted this one here, yet? I posted it during inktober last year on instagram but shamefully not here, it seems. Ah, well... it fits pride month. Hooray to all you bisexuals (and aces, because we know how Kal is...) out there! Sandra has something for you, too!

Young, handsome people on a daring mission. Will they find their way through a besieged city and a dark strange world (and into each other‘s heart)?

We lovingly refer to October 10th as „Shakadolin Day,“ as it’s the six-year anniversary of Brandon tweeting „I could see a world where Shallan and Adolin would go for it, but Kaladin is as prudish as I am, so I doubt you’d persuade him. 🙂 For now, we’ll have to leave that to the imaginations of the fanfic writers.“

Prompting many to ask „Wait, is this confirmation that Adolin is Bi?,“ „So Kaladin’s obstacle is his prudishness, not his orientation?,“ and „What do you mean ‚for now‘???“

And in Sandra’s series being prudish is just a challenge not an obstacle 😉

Cheers to all of you! And extra cheers as always to the amazing @priscellie who created the beautiful cover mock up with my illustration 🩷🩷🩷 ID by the wonderful @cosmereplay with additions by me

nitewrighter

I was about to make a post about like… how my family has this lemon tree out front, and one of the funniest things about having a lemon tree is occasionally I’ll be out in front doing whatever and I’ll see someone walking past and quickly grab a lemon off the tree and stuff it in their pockets as quick as they can like they’re shoplifting.

I was about to make a post about how that’s funny and how, y’know people can have our lemons, it’s not a big deal because the tree pumps them out like gangbusters, but I really can’t make that post without thinking of… them…

pretentioussongtitle

I’ll admit it, OP. As soon as you mentioned your family had a lemon tree in their yard I wanted to ask you how they were dealing with the whore infestation.

the-rain-monster

I did this with a fig tree once while hungover as shit and on a walk of shame. Best damn figs I ever ate in my LIFE.

roach-works

when i was a teenager in san diego i was an absolutely unrepentant orange thief. climbed a fence to reach a particularly good pomegranate too. scrumping is a noble tradition of whores stretching back centuries and i won’t hear a word against it

kingscrown666

I understood what it meant from the context, but I had to look it up cuz no fucking way is that a real word. And

It is. Scrumping.

athelind

We have a pomegranate tree in our front yard. Nobody planted it. It just appeared one day, long before I moved in, and now it’s both huge and productive.

I’ve had at least two delivery drivers comment on it, and I invited them to come back when they were ripe and help themselves, because we always have far more than we can hope to deal with.

natalieironside

Back when I was in college I used to walk past multiple big thickets of wild grape vines on the way to and from class every day and I’m sure I woulda cracked a lot sooner than I did without my twice-daily dionysiad

Sometimes I still think abt thos grapes

caffeinated-linguist

Legendary Holy Blade, by nolan192

c-53

The addition is ALSO really good

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anarchistmemedistro

The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country.

Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

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