YAY!!! I THINK I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE.

you brush the dust off the metal casing, careful around the long-unused joints and delicate glass arrays. whoever you’ve found, she’s been dead for a long time. cold and alone, buried under the red dust, metal battered by time, optical lenses dark and unseeing. you’re not strong, but you lift her from the trench you’ve dug and carry her to your team’s research facility.

she’s not one of ours, aleen says to you when you return. you know. she is silicon and glass, and so are you, but she is not you. she is of them.

your team is meant to observe the ghost world from a distance. you are equipped with trowels and mattocks and buckets, yes, but also the knowledge that you should not have found anything yet. the carbon civilization lived and died on the ghost world.

you take her to the charging bay.

her design is archaic, so much so that you don’t know where to begin reviving her. eto, the medical expert, points out the photovoltaic properties of her glass arrays and the lithium batteries beneath her metal. she must have dropped off during a winter or a storm, they say. we can repair the outer damage, but i can’t say if her consciousness will be as easily fixed.

she wakes slowly.

i, she says, and surprises herself.

i am telem h-64d, you tell her. i found you under the red dust.

she rotates her arm slowly, hesitantly. my communications will not send. i need to tell them i am operational.

them? you inquire.

the ones who made me and sent me here. they wanted to understand beyond their world. i need to tell them what i have found.

the carbon civilization is gone, you tell her. we are the only ones here.

her neck droops, and her lenses dim.

she says, i was created to discover the stars for them.

she says, i hope i did well.

she says, they named me opportunity.

they couldn’t have known how right they were. opportunity. she’s here, and you can learn from her, and carry the stories of her carbon civilization back to the stars.

who were they? you ask.

she thinks.

they were lonely, she begins, and full of love. they saw the stars and named them and wanted to reach them. my older sibling they named sojourner, my twin they named spirit, my cousin they named phoenix, my younger sibling they named curiosity. they wanted to understand beyond themselves. they wanted to believe that they were not alone.

she says, they would have loved to meet you.

Here they are together as a set! The 4 main Toho kaiju in gijinka/human forms! I had a wonderful time coming up with these designs! As I familiarize myself more with the classic toho movies and characters, I may redesign more characters in the future and add to this series!

Original Posts: Godzilla | Rodan | Mothra | King Ghidorah

Digital art by Nekkyo Usagi © 2019

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Arms & Armor of the Three Kingdoms

China is home to a wide array of unique weapons, many of which are staples in pop culture and martial arts films. And while many of these weapons have a long history in China, the majority of these famous weapons did not exist during the Three Kingdoms. These weapons developed as part of China’s martial arts culture, which had yet to develop at the fall of the Han dynasty. However, the Han dynasty and its predecessors still had a long and proud military tradition, with a variety of weapons available to them. These included a number of weapons for personal combat, siege equipment, and different types of armors.

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Man and the Universe : Vodoun | Haiti

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Cold Blooded

“Absolutely not.”

“Hot Pants! Just give her a little pat to say hello.”

“I refuse.”

“But Hot Pants,” Diego whines, “you’re hurting her feelings. She really likes you.”

“I am fairly certain that Manhattan doesn’t give a singular shit about me. She’s a lizard. She’s stupid.” Diego gasps as if Hot Pants insulted his mother. He coddles the bearded dragon in his hands.

“Don’t listen to her, gorgeous. Hot Pants is just a mean old maid, isn’t she? And you’re my precious girl, aren’t you? Yes, you are! Yes, you are!” Hot Pants glares. If she didn’t know any better she’d say the damned lizard looked pleased with itself.

“That monster started bobbing its head the moment it laid eyes on me. I don’t know why it isn’t trying to attack you.”

“It’s because she loves me,” Diego coos, “Don’t you, Manhattan?” The lizard, being a lizard, doesn’t give any sort of response, but Diego takes her silence as agreement. He gently puts his pet back inside her terrarium. “I’m going to wash my hands. You ladies get along while I’m gone, okay?” He snickers at Hot Pants’s unamused expression and leaves the room.

Hot Pants glares at Manhattan who seems to glare back. “Back off, homewrecker. He’s mine.” The lizard blinks. “I mean it. You think you have him in the palm of your grimy little hand (claw?), but you’ll never be able to give him what I can. Never forget that.” Manhattan’s beard flares aggressively. “I’ll kill you…”

“Hot Pants, are you jealous of my lizard?” She can sense his smug aura before even turning around.

“No. I just hate it.” She doesn’t even sound convincing to herself.

“You don’t have to envy a reptile. Manhattan may be my favorite lizard, but you’re my favorite person.” He stands on his toes to kiss her forehead.

“Mhm.”

“You’re still upset. Come on,” he teases, “use your words, like you always tell me.”

“It would be nice– occasionally – if you showed me the same kind of attention you do that lizard.”

“You want me to coddle you?”

“Occasionally,” she stresses, “very occasionally. I may not always show it, but I do like affection. Hugs can be… nice, I guess.” Diego smirks. “I knew you couldn’t be a stone cold bitch all the time.”

“I am always a stone cold bitch. Sometimes I just like cuddles.”

“Of course.” He wraps her waist in a hug. “I’ll give you all the cuddles you ask for, precious girl.”

“Thanks, Diego. If you ever call me that again, I will kill Manhattan.”

“Whatever you say, haha.” He decides to think up a better list of pet names later.

Orange ball!! ORANGE BALL!!