After beating Blackwell, Jigen and Goemon try to go back to their daily lives as a tattooist and florist. But they soon find their jobs too narrow to fit their newfound desire for adventure - and for each other.
Meanwhile, Lupin and Fujiko are trying to uncover the secret of immortality somewhere in the background.
Ive been to this art installation when it was in Seattle it was made by an indigenous artist if I remember correctly it has small patches of astroturf in front of a black and white American flag with a sign that invites people “kneel and join in the screams of the American national anthem”
Please tag me if you can find it!
This piece is called Neon American Anthem bu indigenous artist Nicholas Galanin “to mourn the loss of lives, freedoms, and safety for people and lands subjected to American violence, and to protest continuing oppression.”
Image: ask send in by drawing-dinos82: a sign reading: “Please be aware you may hear screaming this exhibition contains participatory artwork located on the third floor”
image: tumblr tags reading: “basically a commentary on the suffering of the minorities who built the country i was the only one who went up in my group and did it i’ll see if i can find the exact art piece when i have a minute” end Image description
A friend of mine has been reading The Locked Tomb trilogy aka descended into Lesbian Necromancer Hell . He's having a great time, and been sending me reports from the pits.
Now I know that in the context of the story "DEATH TO VULTURES AND SCAVENGERS FIRST" is very poetic and badass, but taken with the context that this is the motto of the bone-manipulating guys, the motto sounds slightly less badass and more like they've been having an ongoing problem with Lammergeiers.
Thing is,
A Lammergeier is like, the single most badass familiar an osteomancer could have. Fuck off huge raptorial bird that is either black and white or black and blood red so either way it goes with your goth-ass aesthetic and is extremely easy to train to bring you fun and interesting new bones? Why does the ninth house NOT have these?
Oh right. Jod.
Anyway, this combined with a previous idea I had about Truly Awful Bird/Mammal combinations for The Worst Gryphon Ever, and you know what? Some fuckass idiot in that universe WOULD make a Lammergeier/Spotted Hyena Gryphon. Now that's a creature made to fuck over necromancers six ways from Sunday.
Eats flesh AND bones.
Constantly scream-laughing.
Terrifyingly intelligent.
-And then whatever idiot created this abomination made it big enough to ride and drool corrosive venom because everyone in that universe automatically doubles down on any bad idea they have.
Harrow is sobbing at it's mere existence.
Gideon is trying to cradle it in her arms. This is their daughter now.
"Daddy harrowhark put a bone in mommy griddlecakes and she made Princess Bonefucker Ultraviolence 9000 and birthed her with her own womb-" Gideon is saying aloud in the most babytalk voice possible to the gryphon, who is rolled over on its back and entirely agreeable with being smothered with affection, because if the Gryphon has a sole redeeming feature it's that it possesses the zen like chill that comes from the bone-deep knowledge that it is at the absolute apex of the local food chain.
It's also wearing Gideon's sunglasses.
They do not fit.
Gideon may spoil Princesss Bonefucker Ultraviolence 9000 but that animal is OBSESSED with Harrow. It's a real Daddy's Girl kind of creature, and it will attempt to eat the face of anyone that so much as looks at Harrow without her permission. Harrow isn't sure about this thing until it takes an actual shilouette-altering sized CHUNK out of Ortus' ass, and then she becomes very fond of Daddy's Special Little Apex Predator. She deigns to give it one (1) headpat, and is treated to Princess Bonefucker's "Happiness Noise", which sounds like someone threw a handful of gravel into a running garbage disposal.
"Why..?" Harrow asks, feeling the remaining edges of her sanity start to melt.
"Why not?" Asks Gideon, accurately reporting the entire thought process that went into the creation of this horror.
I am drawing Princess Bonefucker as we speak but some notes:
- Gideon and Harrow found her in a heavily sealed container with multiple warnings like "this is not a thing of honor" and "what is inside is repulsive" which naturally meant they HAD to see what was inside.
"THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN SOME LAME-ASS PLUTONIUM!" Reports Gideon.
- I have two reference pages for her:
One is Natural Animals: Lammergeier, Spotted Hyena, Giraffe (another noted bone-eater), Mandril (horrible, knuckle walking solves the talon issue).
The other is what I'm calling "Dr. Assholes Awful Sauce" which is the aesthetic contributions of the fuckass idiot necromancer who made this thing added on for funsies: the gryphon from 'Quest for Camelot', the bear from 'Annihilation', Mandril again, and a bunch of the guys from Centaurland, but esp The Nowhere King. For gulp reasons. :)
- Princess Bonefucker wants to eat Ianthe's arm so so So SO bad. It's shiny. It's bones. She's been expressly forbidden from eating it. She CRAVES it.
- ambiently telepathic, but lacking the human intelligence to understand words or the greater context of what she's hearing. Does possess a terrifying *inhuman* intelligence that lets her use what she hears in other, worse ways.
Headshot (body coming soon) of Miss Princess Bonefucker Ultraviolence 9000, one after a good bath and one after a proper "Bloodbath"/roll around in some iron oxide, the IRL Lammergeier's preferred method of ornamentation.
The Murderbot Diaries was like here's a person. The person doesn't feel like a person.
The person is starting to believe it's a person, and its pronouns are still it/its. It's uncomfortable with eye contact, it hates being touched, it doesn't like social interaction, it doesn't have great control of it's facial expressions. And the person's friends all know this and respect it, and it can show affection how and when it feels and it's ok if it isn't "normal." It isn't questioned or doubted in its care because of this.
The person processes emotions through media, and uses it to figure out what to do in social situations. It has complicated feelings about what it was meant to be and reconciling that with who it wants to be. It doesn't always feel like a person but it's starting to accept that it is one.
I cannot imagine 1) That the Corporation Rim would produce free entertainment 2) That Murderbot paid for any of its serials. The entertainment feed is HuMaxFlix Plus with 500 different micro subscription options, and Murderbot has been the universe's most prolific TV pirate this whole time.
What I like about ART and Murderbot is that they both think THEY’RE the reasonable one in the relationship.
ART is always patiently (or “patiently”) helping MB to accept perfectly logical and inevitable conclusions like “we are friends” or “you should let me perform experimental surgery on you” or “you need trauma treatment.” Sure MB resists these ideas at first, but that’s just MB for you - it’s just lucky that it has ART to help it along.
Meanwhile MB is throwing its arm protectively around lesser bots and reassuring them that the “big mean transport” won’t hurt them - and/or stopping them from doing something that would get them deleted by an overbearing and overreactive ART. Sure you can’t take ART anywhere but that’s just ART for you - it’s just lucky it has MB to help it along.
For all that they both have immense processing power, they simultaneously somehow have only one brain cell between them and I love that for them.
I can't stop thinking about this reddit post on soapmaking dude
I cannot express what an insane recipe that is. No one else could grasp it either
Like beeswax doesn't. It kinda just stays as beeswax in the soap. The lye has nowhere to go with it. That liquid seeping out of the soap? The brown and clear drops?? That's lye. That's straight up lye. This mf made the soap equivalent of the Chernobyl elephants foot.
Lye (aka sodium hydroxide) turns hydrocarbons/fats into soap.
You are a hydrocarbon.
Please be careful when making soap, because You are a thing that could be used to make soap. And nobody wants to bathe in human soap, no matter how much rosemary you put in it.
