#crazy craft kin

[craftykinnies]

Kin Crafts for a Melanistic Jaguar

Cat Tail (⭐️⭐️-⭐️⭐️⭐️): here's the obvious one - feel more like yourself with a handmade tail! here is a simple method of sewing (or hot gluing, if you don't sew) a rectangle with wire, easily elevated by cutting the fabric in a big S-shape instead. for a challenge, there's a foam articulated version. [X]

T Bone Steak (⭐️⭐️): while you have your sewing supplies out, why not have a meal? this cute meat pillow is great for practicing hunting or taking out some rage on. [X]

Aztec Inspired Jaguar Whistle (⭐️⭐️⭐️): Aztec people crafted wooden and clay whistles to replicate the calls of wild cats. Make your own version to save your vocal cords out of clay, or 3D print one if you have access to a printer. [X]

Tree Backdrop (⭐️-⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️): deck out your room to feel more like your old home by putting up some trees. simple versions can be made out of just craft paper or cardboard, while more advanced DIY-ers could make use of paper maché or plaster. [X]

#this was pawesome for my foray back into things #love helpin out fellow felines #those jaguar whistles sound crazy btw ive heard the artisanal ones #jaguar kin #jaguar therian #panther kin #panther therian #felinekin #sewing #clay #decor #kin diy #kin requests #kin crafts #kin blog #⭐️ #⭐️⭐️ #⭐️⭐️⭐️ #⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[heartfullofleeches]

I've been thinking about this little story- or headcanon? - ever since I read that Amyas loved owls.

Hear out, after spending some time with him, the MC can't help but notice cupid's love for the birds. So, since he's been a good boy, and hasn't been doing crazy things like invading the MC's privacy so much in a few days now, they decides to give the winged boy a present.

And what would it be?

Nothing more, nothing less, than the first volume of the Guardians of Ga'Hoole book series.

And not only that, the MC also promises that if he keeps up his good behavior, they will read a chapter every night for him before they goes to sleep.

Amyas has been good this week.

As your faithful cupid companion, he's always strived for making life a walk in the park for you, but he's lifted some extra weight off your shoulders recently by allowing you to shower in peace and giving you an hour to yourself each day. He may have shed a few tears, but he knew better than to disobey. You promised to reward him for his efforts at the end of the week with a prize crafted straight from his deepest passion. With a tag like that, Amyas had to be on his best behavior to unlock his reward. What could it be? A kiss? A hug? A romantic boat ride where you both confess your undying and eternal love? Come Sunday, Amyas finds that what he has earned is better than anything he could have ever dreamed.

Coincidentally wearing a shirt with the same beast beneath his bright blue cardigan; Amyas' jaw drops at the book cover's reveal. He picks it up with a squeal at those golden eyes. A great horned owl - the physical of wisdom and mystery. He had to know everything about this book and its adorable characters. You put out four more books, each increasing his heart rate and the fluff of his feathers from the collar of his shirt.

"Amyas.... Before me I have the first five books of this series."

"Mhm..." He bounces with excitement - teeth ripping dime-sized holes in his coat.

"Since you have been good this week I will record you and offer you a deal. Ok?"

Yes.

"Starting tonight, I will read you a chapter each night and buy you the rest as long as you keep up this streak."

Yes.

"And.....give you a kiss goodnight if you do the dishes. Do we have an agreement?"

Yesyesyes

"Yes!" Amyas darts under the table and hugs your legs, wings knocking over the chairs and two books from the table. He stands from beneath the table, lifting you off the floor by your knees with ease despite his size and the angle.

"Please read to me every night! I'll be good, I won't be able to sleep now that I know I can have your sweet voice lulling me to bed. I'll be your good boy - I promise! I give you my word, my blood if you need it. We have to find out which owls we kin with and base our wedding around them!"

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere cupid

[tiredflowercrown]

there's no bandage (to lessen the damage)

Hehe @panthera-tigris-venenata you wanted all three right? You wanted this right? Are you prepared for what you asked for? I'm not sure you are but oh well.

Trigger Warning: Dehumanisation, Unethical medical practices, Human experimentation

All vauge, but you have been warned

CJ had always been reckless. Ever since she could walk she had been getting in trouble, running into situations she shouldn’t belong or climbing up masts. She was rambunctious and loud and free.

There was no one really free on the Isle like CJ was. A luxury granted to her by her siblings, who held so much fear on the Isle no one dared touch her unless they were a fool. She ran from place to place doing as she pleased. So it was no wonder that it was these habits that did her in.

CJ had been enjoying Auradon. There was so much for her to explore, to find, to steal, to simply wreck havoc upon. Running from place to place, kingdom to kingdom, was exhilarating. She finally had people willing to give chase. The thrill of the hunt had been the most addicting thing she had felt yet.

So when the guards got close, within eyesight, and she ran, her voice bubbled with laughter. Crazy psychotic laughter. The only kind she knew, well the only kind she let the public know she had a reputation to protect. It rang out for miles, hiding her in the scenery to most, yet one guard kept her eyes on her, tracking her through the trees and brush, waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect shot.

CJ had stopped for a breath when it happened, standing on a branch, a huge smile across her face. The arrow in her chest took all of that away. She fell, shock replacing her smile, blood quickly blossoming along her shirt. Upon hitting the ground, the audible crunch of bones had even the guard flinching.

She approached closer, careful due to CJ’s known trickery, calling in the fall and potential capture of a wanted fugitive. The young girl just lied there. She seemed so simple, so small with her quickly blood soaking shirt and glassy eyes.

Somewhere on an Isle miles away, two people scream. A piece of their heart gone. They don’t know how. They don’t know why. Just a sinking gut and a searing pain telling them everything they need to know.

“She’s dead. The fugitive is dead. Prepare for extraction.”

The guard looked mournfully, remembering the details of the profile she was given: Calista Jane Hook, Age 14. She had only been a child.

No. She couldn’t think like that. The fugitive was dangerous for a reason. The property damage and millions of stolen goods spoke for itself. No. The world was far better with it out of it. (It had to be right?)

The body is taken in. A full work up is done. Medical tests and examinations. A full autopsy. A full cause of death and all the contributing factors. Everything is done. No stone is left unturned. No one had ever gotten a chance to truly see what the Isle had done to people before, they didn’t want to miss a single detail. Not when something so fascinating, so rare was in front of them. A whole study at their disposal, no ethics board sitting in their way. Not when there was no eligible next of kin. Not when there wasn’t a single soul who cared about the dead fugitive.

In a castle miles away sat a girl searching. For a way to talk, to get her back, to make a deal. A life for a life. Anything. She didn’t mean what she said. She didn’t want to be alone, didn’t want to be in a world without her wildfire. She couldn’t do this without her.

Finally after much pushing from the Crown, the fugitive’s body was released, but not without plenty of samples taken to continue testing. When it finally reached the hands of one Freddie Facilier, she wept at the loss of her dear CJ, who was almost unrecognizable. She was lifeless, none of her abundance of energy to be seen. Massive chunks of her hair were missing, surgical lines across every limb of her body. Every part of her dissected.

She crafted letters, being careful of who saw her. It wouldn’t do to have her surprise ruined. She mourned and buried her wildfire. CJ deserved to rest, deserved to be left alone from Auradon’s pain and torture. She watched and waited for vengeance, it didn’t belong to her, not really. And the sea always helped the sea, a ship couldn’t sail without waves. They grew closer and she grew more content, they will avenge her. They will avenge CJ.

When the siblings finally reach Auradon, it will burn. Their fury will reach levels never seen before. Lives will be taken, buildings broken into and burned. Every inch of what had been done to their sister, every reminder, every document will be destroyed. They don’t deserve her or the knowledge that their “research” on her gave them.

But it will never be enough.

Because Calista Jane will remain dead. She will remain in the ground (Or in labs never found.) She will never speak again. She will never laugh again. She will never run again. She will never be again.

Only the memory of her will remain untainted. And even that is not enough.

#dehumanisation tw #dehumanisation #medical experimentation #unethical practices #disney descendants #descendants #cj hook #freddie facilier #harriet hook #harry hook

[thunderstomm]

▪︎ GROJBAND: ROCK & REMIX - MEET KIN KUJIRA & KON KUJIRA !!

Kin Kujira:

Kin Kujira plays the keyboard for GrojBand, and is attending ACUA for engineering. A self-proclaimed inventor, Kin spends lots of his free time tinkering with and inventing new gadgets, to help with Grojband's gigs, or to aid in their daily lives. Kin's kooky personality and eccentric whims make people wary of him, but those who choose to be his friend are in for a wild ride.

Kon Kujira:

Kon Kujira is on drums for Grojband, and makes costumes for their gigs, as a part of his work for his fashion design focus at ACUA. While Kon's interest in making clothing came as a surprise to many, his dedication and care for the craft is immense- to the point that he makes all of his own clothes! Despite this, Kon is still unapologetically himself, with his crazy, dim-witted tendencies remaining intact, and his big heart allows him to see the best in every person he meets.

#thunderstomm #grojband #groj band #gb #grojband rock and remix #grojband rock & remix #kin kujira #grojband kin #kin grojband #kon kujira #kon grojband #grojband kon #redesign #redesigns #tomm's silly project (: #okay to reblog #please rb #(:

[rainbowolfe]

Is Chemach a Two For One Deal?

Chemach just being a crazy, cooky little duck is generally accepted as truth. She talks about herself in third person, she's wall-eyed, and her crown is rooted into her head. But. What if she's not crazy?

"Sister Chemach's madness was foreseen in the first turn of the cards, drawn by her own kin."

Madness in the past was used to mean 'severe mental illness', but it's also just as much used to describe foolish or chaotic behavior. Clauneck then speaks of destiny.

"Is destiny the grail which must be pursued? Or the force which drives one onward?"

For Clauneck to ponder about the nature of destiny right after talking about Chemach's madness, makes me think it was a Destined circumstance, not a Fated one. Her foolish actions were foreseen, and because her nature didn't change, she did exactly as was expected of her.

I'm sure the "foolish action" is directly related to the crown she wears. The bird trio predate the crowns, and the crowns are associated heavily with possession. Chemach makes things out of gods and of things that belonged to gods. So she turned a crown (or a crown user) into a relic, and decided to wear it herself. But all her relics still hold the consciousness/will of the gods they belonged to. And the crowns themselves seem have some level of consciousness.

There would be two beings in control, then. The crown bearer (the center eye) and Chemach (the two side eyes). There are two occasions where Chemach makes a thinly veiled threat of turning Lamb into a relic. When speaking in first person, she says it's a joke. When speaking in third person, she doesn't make that assurance. I think the dialogue split is something like this, with verbal quirks of note bolded:

First Encounter

Chemach: Ah. The Red Crown. And you, beast... Godly. Come. Powerful things. Will you look? Will you take? Crown-Bearer: Ah! I have tools to give, yes? Crafted by Chemach. My brothers, they might have pretty things, but mine? Power. Chemach: What will you give in turn? Your flesh? Your bone? Your Crown? Chemach: Ah! I jest, I joke! I won't take anything! Crown-Bearer: Ah! Nothing for Chemach!

Lamb Takes Relic

Chemach: Ah! My pretty creations! They are hungry, hungry for miscreant flesh... Crown-Bearer: Ah! Holy pieces of revered beings... They hunger, yes? Crave the power that was once theirs, yes? Feed them, yes? Both: Let them feast...

Lamb Uses Relic

Chemach: Ah! Better than silly card, better than pointy sword— Both: Chemach is better. Crown-Bearer: Yes! Little God will come again! Chemach will give Relic. Chemach will make Relic. Chemach will make Relic out of you one day. Chemach: Bye bye!

Random Dialogue (Take Relic)

Chemach: Once of Gods, now Godly power contained... eyes and ears and throats and brains... Chemach: Ah! Hair and nails, little Lamb tails...

Crown-Bearer: Ah! Chemach can make Relic from anything.

Crown-Bearer: Do you like my Crown? Made by Chemach. Chemach: Out of what? Hehehehe...

Crown-Bearer: Little God likes Chemach's Followers? Chemach made them herself!

Random Dialogue (Attack Followers)

Chemach: Ah! My Followers! Crown-Bearer: Ah! Chemach's Followers!

Crown-Bearer: Little God, do not provoke the mighty Chemach!

Crown-Bearer: You attack Chemach's following!? Chemach's following will attack you!

The most notable contradictions in speech that would point to two people speaking:

-Chemach calls her creations pretty. The Crown-Bearer says their brothers' things are pretty, implying their own tools are not that.

-Chemach says her relics are hungry for miscreant (aka heretic) flesh. The Crown-Bearer says the relics are hungry for power that was once theirs.

-The Crown-Bearer refers to Lamb as a god, even when they aren't one yet. Chemach refers to Lamb as a beast, just like Kudaai and Clauneck.

Finally, the "do you like my crown" line could be being said by either of them. If the crown-bearer is saying it, that would imply that either Chemach made all the crowns; OR that Chemach made this specific (illegitimate) crown for someone and wound up being the one wearing it somehow.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl theory #cult of the lamb theory #cotl chemach

[mazyb0i]

Other RnM fans?

Rick n Morty fan creator/artist here, trying to make friend brohs with ppl who are also obsessed with the show. I have a hard time reaching out due to my anxiety. (proshippers DNI)

tldr; you're also a neurodivergent queer artist nutjob that makes crackpipe art an shitposts, heavily kins a character at one point or another, and we should be friends because we can be insane together LMFAO

Fav show ships: BP x Rick all day, (I love flesh curtains, and their dynamic is just so yes... I...) Morty x Alaska (i named the vat of acid gf Alaska because the Alaska trip..) Summer x that one girl... Morticia X Jessica, Rickcest/ Rick selfcest is aight, I obsess over Miamicop. I think selfcest in cloning / multiuniverse theory is harmless, but don't come at me with any of that proshipper/inc3st/rickorty shit. I will block you, report you, and put you on a DNI beware list; this is a threat & a warning. That shit is never EVER ok.

if we become friends/wanna know about;

I'm diagnosed Audhd, I'm a transmasc demiboy, I like to be referred to as nonbinary and a transgender male with He/They pronouns. Panromantic Demisexual.

I'm a rick kinnie, just means I identify with rick, in another universe I could be him XD, I relate to him, we share the same personality literally (ENTP 7w8); he's my self identifying comfort character. But my big interest with this show/comic is probably due to some kind of autistic hyper fixation and imprintation.

Hobbies: Crafting, Digital illustration, Fursuit /Costume making, Youtube, 3D designing, Making silly video skits, Writing, Character design, Shit posting, Creating ai voice bots for fun n fandom purposes (will make le memes), Trying to be a youtuber like Imbrandonfarris and Britany Broski, collecting stuff, VRchat, Collecting fluffy soft shit like stuffies, pillows, blankets, and hoodies. I SLEEP IN A NEST OF ALL OF THESE

Personality?: Chaotic, Unhinged, Tired and fed up with this shit, All the Energy AND NO ENERGY, I'm so tired please god help me, i'm an enigma. Ambiverted. If ur looking for a cool crazy cat dude broh who draws weird ass digital art and is always tired but jacked on coffe, adderall, and Naproxen i'm your guy.... :'}

I do alot of art and have alot of burnouts due to my adhd- I've been told I'm  innovative, clever, and expressive. I can jury-rig your glasses easily with a paperclip if you're screw comes out and loose frames causes the lens to pop. I'm very detail and idea-oriented, i come up with thousands of ideas, questions, and theories. Because of this, I tend to come up with one idea after another without actually going forward with plans and actions because i get so overwhelmed with my massive brain XD

Even tho I'm socially awkward, I love people, I want to make friends. I like being alone a lot but I hate feeling lonely. :C When I get to know you I'm very very chatty; as long as I'm not too tired or piled with heaps of assignments. I would say I'm pretty laid-back and easy to get along with, I get so stuck up in my personal world up in my head that I lose sight of important things around me, I blame the adhd. I'm an observer, I like to watch and see how things happen, I am a very hands on person.

I'm constantly learning, i love science with a passion. I got hyperfixated on evolution of different animal clades a while back. I am immensely curious and focused on understanding how the world operates and functions. I'm looking for mental and intellectual stimulation, lettuce skip casual conversation about wheather- whats your favorite dinosaur? (fuck ignore my dyslexia) and before you say a pterodactyl let me stop you right there- they aren't dinosaurs. if you like understanding the world through learning various things about science, technology, or culture, I'm your guy. but I'm also just a silly hoo hoo aah smart ass.

god this is finally done... I've been writing this for an hour......

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #artists on tumblr #looking for friends #shitpost #entp #entp personality #i might be a furry #writers on tumblr #i like mlp #i like inside job on netflix' #what is wrong with me #im so tired #anxious #demiboy #pansexual #panromantic #demisexual #nonbinary #enby #transmasc #transgender #trans guy #draw with me #i need drawing buddies #like the drawfee channel and imbrandonfarris and camerondomasky had a love child and shat us out ig #he him #they them #proshitters dni #anti proshitter

[meirimerens]

ANON WHO DIDN’T REALIZE THEIR FUCK UP WHOOPS MY APOLOGIES ON THAT ONE! But also young kin experimenting with their herb bride dances is so cute. Getting scolded by their elders for doing non traditional or overly dangerous tricks to try and show off. Boddho doesn’t want you to break your collar bone stop trying to do a backflip!!! Artemy having to give like little talks to new dancers about how to avoid or treat injuries. Having to scold the teens for trying to “dance off” sprains and other injuries because they’re embarrassed of having to stop dancing early. Mothers holding their babies/toddlers as they sway or gently spin in the grass. Secret midnight extreme dance off do NOT let Oyun or Artemy know. Suspicious influx in teens with injuries the next morning at Artemy’s.

YOU'RE FINE BESTIE slip-ups that happens. but watch out!

Anyways my humble belief everyone dances because that's a human thing to do... leave a human to their devices they will dance sing draw or start hitting things with a stick. such is life! i think many members of the kin especially the girls & the women gravitate towards dancing even just for fun... because they have a daughter who is or who will be a Herb Bride a sister (younger or older) a niece a granddaughter... they're just like Well I couldn't do it like [daughter/sister/niece/...] does it but it's fun :) i think some herb brides also started gravitating towards that craft because they danced a lot as kids and then from that dancing got The Calling... that's how it gets you... [among other ways]... living surrounded by Weird [affectionate] Women Dancing just pits in your mind that dance is good... because it is... initiated Herb Brides in their 20s walking back home to mom for half an hour dancing up and down the stairs catching the youngest sister barely a year old barely on her legs trying to imitate... real and trye...

love to think about some of the kids trying to out-crazy the Herb Brides' crazy dances but they have neither the stamina nor the Divine Lightning Imbuing Their Every Move so. the Number of mfers with a sprained ankles burakh has to see. come on now

#confirmed herb brides got the strongest bones on this green earth they truly do #have to tell their younger siblings to Stop Idiot You'll Hurt Yourself I'm Trained #so true! #herb brides lore #herb maidens lore #herb brides #herb maidens #herb fledglings #is that all. is it #ring ring (answers) #anonymous

[cringe-phase]

List of RotTMNT Headcanons Pt2

-Donnie loves his battle shell and loves using his battle shell. He does not need it; he hates any implications that he does. Basically, the Battle Shell is a choice.

^^^That being said, as the only softshell of the family, he did, at times, feel like a lesser turtle. Feelings do not equal truth, though, as we all know. (This is how his technology dependency started--with insecurities.) (No I don’t care what the movie said--If April doesn’t need to be sheltered neither does he.)

-When he was younger, Hamato Yoshi swore up and down that the bloodline would end with him. Truth is he always wanted kids, but he didn't want the clan to claim them and give them the same childhood he had.

-Mikey has an arts & crafts Twitch. He streams his tagging process and uses his full first name, because he canonically loves that he’s named after an artist. His fanbase is built on his art quality, his cuteness, his technically delinquent activity, and the fact that everyone thinks he kins the renaissance artist.

-Leo has troll twitter accounts where he tracks down anyone who may have seen them on their missions and blows the whole thing as out of proportion as he possibly can so that people think that all mutant claims are from unhinged conspiracy theorists, or simply hoaxes. His favorite way of doing this is by “fabricating” an entire family life that the “apparent frog mutants” lead with their “giant, horrible cat-man father”.

^^^In addition to this, he has accidentally created a real conspiracy following who wholeheartedly believe in his frog mutant family narrative. Instead of shutting them down, he leads them to aid in his quest to keep his family out of the public eye--basically he brings in as much crazy as he can into real claims to drown them out. (Though after the movie he probably doesn’t need to do that anymore lmao)

#rottmnt #tmnt #this has been in drafts for two years oops #donatello #michelangelo #leonardo

[searchingforserendipity25]

⚓️ and 🤔 for the silm ask game!

-@thelordofgifs

Hi @thelordofgifs, your asks have brightened up my dash a lot today, so double thanks!

⚓️ Pick a Silm ship to go down with. What is compelling about their dynamic?

Currently going a little bit crazy about Bëor/Finrod! Everything about them in fact, from the meeting that is the heart of every story about the wild strange folk of the woods to the love that remains.

Finrod is the first elf to meet every human experience, the first to look at the short, brutal, boring, joyful, silly, brave lives of men, the different shape their courage takes in adversity, and fall in love with it. Also with Balan! Both at exactly the same time.

And he never falls out of love, and he keeps loving him after death and rebirth, and neither himself nor the world will never be as strange and precious and delightful to anyone, including in his own eyes, as he was to Balan who loved in a way that was entirely foreign, and knew him better than all his kin for sharing the same deep and encompassing hunger and commitment to know. Even when understanding was difficult, even when to conceive it they had to invent new words in each other’s strange language. So. That's fun!

But also: the getting-to-know-each-phase of it all, lasting well after Bëor dies, yes, but in the moment too. Their cultures are incredibly different, but the literal differences are also to be considered. Finrod keeps turning back while walking huge hills to see what the problem is, sword in hand, but Balan is just sitting in a rock eating cheese ready to complain that at this pace he’s getting a heart atack and has to explain what that is to a horrified elf prince. Etc. They're sweet! They're living the first contact love story of all times! They care enough about each other that it ripples through history long after the tree under which they met rots and dies, and the continent where they are both buried sinks, and the stories people tell of them are sang in languages they will never hear.

🤔 Tell us one of your favorite Silm headcanons. Can be one that's out in the wild or a personal one!

Mm. Hard to choose! I like the idea that Fingon is older than Maedhros, actually. Not by a lot! Just enough for Fëanor never to forgive him for it.

Between Nerdanel and Feanor’s commitment to their crafts and journeys (and Fëanor’s commitment to Mother Issues) and Fingolfin’s determination to fulfil official princely duties, the birth of the heir of Finwe is very controvercial It gives the viability of kingship lines in Beleriand and the laws of inheritance extra spicy if the birth order of the first-born heir of the sons of the King does not correspond with the direct descent.

Maedhros is still the heir by the most orthodox Valinorian costum, ironically enough. But many among the Noldor prefer the Cuivénnen approach of 'first come first served/first born most likely to be able to hold out against the Enemy and any stray bears or other threars against the community'. Fingon, however - Fingon, who Sang the floes in the Ice to stillness until even the weakest had crossed and fought fell leviathans in the darkest dark - Fingon, whose rescue of Maedhros would be as laudable to the Tatyar as the Avari for a reason. He's a prince from an old time walking in the old land, and if everyone knows it, none know it better than Maedhros.

There are many arguments on lore thrown around both sides of Mithrim. The PR campaign to make the revoking of that ancient tradition be accepted when he cedes the kingship is Lalwen’s best victory for her brother's camp and the worst gift she ever gives Fingolfin.

#ask #thank you! this was a lot of fun <3 #thelordofgifs

[gothic-puppyboy]

Could you do activities for a peacock to do? Also your blog is pretty cool~

Hello! Thanks for the compliment!! I checked out your blog and really liked it aswell :D

I hope we can be mutuals <3

As for your request, here are several activities for peafowls such as yourself

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Actvities for a peacock:

Put on the flashiest, most brightly coloured, most extravagant outfit you have ever seen

Go to a costume shop and try on some funky costumes

Practice your posture! I feel like peafowl have long straight necks, and display confidence with their bodies, so try to emulate that with your body language

Do crazy makeup

Do even crazier hair

Spend time checking yourself out and practicing self love (or at the very least self neutrality!)

Do a cardio workout (peacocks can run super fast, so try to do that yourself!)

Learn a dance, or make up a dance

Try to emulate peacock vocals (see this for reference)

If you have some friends, spend time and socialize with them

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Crafts for peacock-kin:

make a peacock tail (tutorial)

Make a paper bird beak (tutorial)

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#peacock #peafowl #peacock kin #peacock otherkin #therian #alterhuman #therianthropy #otherkin #otherkin community #otherhearted #theriotype

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Edwin ‘Buzz’ Latukefu is based on Buzz from Toy Story. He is a 35 year old imaginary friend, NASA research analyst, and uses he/him pronouns. He has no powers. Edwin is portrayed by Uli Latukefu and he is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

To infinity and beyond were words to live by, and so he had from a very young age. Buzz could remember being a small boy swishing across his family home, spaceship wings his dad had crafted out of cardboard on his back. Oh he could remember the idyllic life of a young human boy growing up surrounded by love and support, allowing him to fulfill all his dreams. Being a NASA research analyst had been one of his dreams since he realized he couldn’t be an astronaut due to being color blind. Working for NASA was a dream. A dream that had brought him towards the town of Evermore, with its strange appearances and even stranger people.

Woodrow Wilson cornering him just to murmur nonsense about toys and belonging to Andy, begging him to believe. Shaking him roughly as if that would do anything other than reaffirming the people of the town were crazy. Buzz was real. With time he began meeting new people, making connections and discovering exciting new research to report back to Washington. Dodging out of Woody’s way whenever he appeared near him, after all he didn’t have time for lies. His life was exciting! His life was a life worth living and remembering! From his parents, to his job and the bright future that awaited him. After all, if he couldn’t be an astronaut then at least he could be real. Right? He was real. Buzz Lightyear was real. He had to be. He just had to be.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Delbert Doppler: High up in the mountains of Evermore, Delbert could be seen looking at the sky late at night, something Buzz felt kin with. Becoming stargazing friends with their telescopes and a cup of coffee.

❀ Flik Foley: It’d been during a cosplaying convention that they had become acquainted, geeking over their cool costumes. Becoming the person Buzz went to whenever he wanted help or to plan another cosplay.

❀ Hercules Kosta: Buzz wanted to be in peak condition to be the best not-astronaut possible, and that came in the form of Hercules. Hiring him as his personal trainer had been easy, taking one look at that body had sold him. Now every morning Buzz wakes up to be tortured by Hercules relentless motivation.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#disney rp #pixar rp #rp #toy story #uli latukefu #buzz lightyear #open male #open bio #male bio #no powers

[kinoko-kingdom-kinhelp]

i swear we asked before but i can't remember, what's your source list? /nfta

Uhhh . This is just for me (mod Quackity)! But I’ll do:

Dsmp

Hermitcraft

Last life + 3rd life (not double life yet)

Empires season 1 (not season 2 yet)

Afterlife

X life

Crazy craft

Basically if it’s minecraft I’ll do it

I also don’t mind doing animated movies or shows. Or warrior cats oh my god someone please send in warriors cat kin stuff /lh but genuinely just ask I’ll try anything once !

#quackity speaks #important

[theeversocelebratedmarktwain]

Famous For The Dialects, Just For It To Go Out of Style

Hello All!

We are at another week discussing Mark Twain, his works, and his techniques in a very in-depth approach. I have been informed that my professor is not the only one reading my blog. In that case- Hello Near!! Thank you for reading, and I hope you can engage in this conversation since tonight’s topic is built around the concept we discussed in a different class from today actually.

This week’s focus will be what Mark Twain was special for creating: the in depth dialect and voices of his characters. We will specifically be talking about the characters in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn for this portion of the blog.

True, Mark Twain did not ‘create’ the technique of accents or dialect. However, he did master it in a lot of his works. Evidence years after Samuel Clemens passing proves that this was not just a repeat of ear for Twain, but a direct science in building the vocabulary used in his Huck Finn novel. Papers pulled from his study showing the break down of how each word would be created specifically for specific person. 

Showing these techniques, we will exhibit examples from chapter 32 from Huck Finn. For the character of Jim, Twain designs his vocabulary to reflect the mixture of his sweet, kind soul with the vocabulary of other men of color in this time and area. Jim is consistently affection towards little Huck throughout the novel. Readers see this as Jim calls him names like ‘Honey’ and ‘sweetie’ all the time. Huck even takes notice of it within the story, and this helps solidify their bond. The vocabulary Twain decides for Jim to own is exhibited in this next quote “Yes, dey will, I reck’n, Mars Tom, but what kine er time is Jim havin? Blest if I kin see de pint. But I’ll do it ef I got to. I reck’n I better keep de animals satisfied, en not have no trouble in de house” (Twain 406). The vocabulary shows what is considered ‘improper grammar’ while the dialect reflects poverty and the southern region. 

In Huck’s language, the reader can notice a bit of difference. A couple pages later, the readers see a similar voice and dialect, but coming from Huck. He says “But I ain’t going to make no complaint. Anyway what suits you suits me. What you going to do about the servant-girl?” (413). Here the readers see the similariities in the dialect from the regional aspect of both him and Tom, but vocabulary choice is a bit more proper. 

Now, why are we taking notice of this? What’s the point? In a different class I had today focused on Creative Writing for Fiction, the teachers and students engaged in a discussion about how modern fiction does not require such thick dialects, different voices, no ‘crazy punctuation’, no over the top dialogue to express the emotions or mood of the story. They originally were talking about that when it came to the aspect of other world languages when I asked does their beliefs still stand against southern dialects within fiction? Because, most of all the ‘classics’ in southern fiction (To Kill a Mockingbird, Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, Beloved, Big Fish, Cane, etc.) always had the element of strong dialects as a key part in the technique of building these stories. Just for now, what? For readers to say we get annoyed with language that shows excitement is on the page? Why do our brains register this hard craft of mastering voices as annoying and disinteresting if we have loved it in celebrated books previously? 

Twain mastered the art of dialects and built a footpath in literature now that is now designed, paved, and smoothed for other writers to follow their footsteps. But now, it is being edited out of modern fiction? Does this craft have an expiration date? If it was so great for crediting Mark Twain for coining it, is it not still useful in modern time?

Personally, I feel warm and at home when I see the excitement in the language. I do not mean that i was 400 pages of comic book writing styles interjected on to the pages. However, I have always pulled from previous authors to guide me, especially as a southern fiction writer. But is this a trend? Is Mark Twain’s technique the new Nickleback where everyone is going to shit on it for ten years until someone changes their mind and makes the decision for a wave of people for the next ten years? 

I do not know. I find it warm, useful, and nice. Granted all Southern Literature does not need heavy accents. Just like not everyone from the south has heavy accents. I say that firmly as a woman raised half in Alabama and half in West Virginia. Therefore, my accent lands me somewhere in the middle. 

As always, thank you for attending. I hope I brought up a new conversation to the topic of Mark Twain. Until next time...

Warmly,  Toni

#marktwain #huckfinn #huckleberryfinn #southernfiction #southernliterature

[wiburs-smp]

Hello! my name is Wilbur and i'll be doing requests on this account!

i do mood boards, self care kits, icons, playlists and small pixel edits

dni + sources + other under cut

My name is wilbur and I am a fictive of the fictional character wilbur soot, my pronouns are he/they/it and i'm very happy to be doing requests again!

Sources - bolded means the reqest will be prioritized

dsmp, hermitcraft, harmony holllow s3/s4, crazycraft, trollcraft, empiresmp, bearbubb smp

I do reqests for kins/comforts/irls and fictives/introjects

(fictive reqests will be prioritized, )

Dni if you are transphobic, a terf, a pedo/pear/map, anti neo pronouns, an endo "system" or supporter or anti dsmp (why are you here, leave me be)

#intro post #dsmp kin #empires smp kin #harmony hollow kin #crazy craft kin #troll craft kin #hermitcraft kin #kin blog #fiction kin

[grians-perch]

anon said: Could I get a stimboard for Ldshadowlady from crazycraft w/ like icing/cake stims, glitter stims, and dice stims, preferably in lavender!

Stimboard for LDShadowlady with icing, cake, glitter, and dice stims in lavender! I hope you like it, Lizzie!

-Mod Mellohi

Art Credit: 📁

#📼 playing my discs! #ldshadowlady kin #lizzie kin #mcyt kin #minecraft kin #crazy craft kin #crazycraft kin #stimboard

[augustinewrites]

gojo + love at first sight for @rosenkow <3 thank you truly for all your kind words! i hope you love this!

to gojo satoru, love always seemed like an inconsequential thing.

he’d known since he was young that his family was just going to set him up with some girl they deemed fit enough to carry his children. so, why would he need to do something so trivial as fall in love when his family was going to choose someone for him anyway? seemed like a waste of time.

(because love in the jujutsu world was solely transactional. an agreement made between two elders to marry off their kin and pass down their techniques.)

so he’d never actively searched for it. never sought it out or put in any real effort. he didn’t do second dates or meet the parents dinners. he didn’t buy flowers or chocolates or any of the other sappy shit like that. it’s not like he had time for relationships, anyway.

therefore, it goes without saying that gojo doesn’t believe in love at first sight. colpo di fulmine, as the italians call it. ‘the thunderbolt’ (why anyone would compare love to lightning was beyond him).

besides, the first time he’d met you, gojo satoru had been extremely underwhelmed.

you’d just looked so weak.

he’d taken one look at you, fresh out of the city from some cushy family with a strong inherited technique, with your perfectly pressed uniform, not a hair out of place or battle scar on your body, and was mildly irritated.

you looked too soft, too sane to be in a profession that required a little bit of crazy. at seventeen, he’d been all hormones and ego (lots of it, with his height), brushing you off like lint on his sleeve when you’d shown up at jujutsu tech that first day.

but, as the saying goes, never judge a book by its cover.

because then he’d watched you kick nanami’s ass in hand-to-hand, realizing that you had yet to attain a scar on your body because you were good. you were fast, strong, had a good battle sense. sure, nanami had given you a bloody nose, but in that moment, gojo had seen you. saw the wicked gleam in your eye and that self-satisfied, blood-soaked smile and decided then that he liked you. it wasn’t love yet, though.

he wasn’t ready for it to be love yet.

it was something, this relationship he’d craft with you over the next few years. there was attraction, obviously (gojo can appreciate a pretty person when he sees them, but also how could he not be attracted to someone who could kick nanamin’s ass?).

it was friendship at first, that prompted him to sneak out past curfew to meet you in the courtyard for convenience store candy runs. you were fun to hang out with, that’s all, he swears.

and as time went on, the two of you grew— together. shared kikufuku while you’d laid side-by-side in bed, talking about the future. gone on countless missions together. raised a grumpy six year old and his sister.

five years later, he was still meeting you in your room at midnight, but for no specific reason other than he wanted to see you.

because what’d started as friendship had evolved into something like familiarity. you were a permanent fixture in his life now, something he…couldn’t really imagine living without. who else could he trust to watch his back on missions or lecture megumi when he stayed up too late reading?

and he doesn’t realize he’s in love until this one day when you’re both seated at a table with shoko, chatting amicably. there’s nothing particularly special about the day or the topic of conversation, but he’d just looked at you then. with your perfectly pressed uniform, not a hair out of place, or a battle scar on your body, and he’d realized just how much you meant to him.

(and suddenly he gets it-- colpo di fulmine. because the realization that you’re in love truly is like lightning. sudden, bright, intense, and completely undeniable. splitting through gojo’s chest like it does the sky.)

so he’d eventually ask you on a date, then a second, then a third, until fridays were officially date nights. And he did the romance thing, started buying you flowers and chocolates on anniversaries and charmed your parents over dinner.

because love may seem like an inconsequential thing, but not if it’s with you.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #augustine’s prompt event