Fucked Up /silly

How to protect yourself during stampede

Ceaseless watcher, play witness to this

Ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon this fuckin thing

I love this idea, like elves casually treating humans like dogs (in a good way) "this is my pet human, hurt a fair on his hair and you'll regret it." And falling into silent awe at the bravely of a fairly short lived race like, what do you mean they find pride in dying a pointless death ???? Why do they keep insisting upon fighting against all odds ?!!

Reading fantasy again, I've started thinking about how odd it is how in books like that, the non-human races invariably scoff at human frailty and vulnerability, even those that they'll call friends. Like that's mean?? Why would you be a dick to your friend who you know is not capable of as much as you are, and it's not their fault they were born like that. That's mean.

Like consider the opposite: Characters of non-human races treating their human companions like frail little old dogs. Worrying about small wounds being fatal - humans die of small injuries all the time - or being surprised that humans can actually eat salt, even if they can't stomach other spicy rocks. Being amazed that a human friend they haven't seen in 10 years still looks so young, they've hardly aged at all! And when the human tries to explain that they weren't going to just unexpectedly shrivel into a raisin in 10 years, the longer-lifespan friend dismisses this like no, he's seen it happen, you don't see a human for 10 or 20 years and they've shriveled in a blink.

Elves arguing with each other like "you can't take her out there, she will die!" and when the human gets there to ask what they're talking about, they explain to her that the journey will take them through a passage where it's going to be sunny out there. Humans burn in the sun. And she will have to clarify that no, actually, she'll be fine. They fight her about it, until she manages to convince them that it's not like vampires - humans only burn a little bit in the sun, not all the way through. She'll be fine if she just wears a hat.

Meanwhile dwarves are reluctant to allow humans in their mines and cities, not just out of being secretive, but because they know that you cannot bring humans underground, they will go insane if they go too long without seeing the sun. Nobody is entirely sure how long that is, but the general consensus is three days. One time a human tries to explain their dwarf companion that this is not true, there are humans that endure much longer darkness than that. As a matter of fact, in the furthest habited corners of the lands of the Northmen, the winter sun barely rises at all. Humans can survive three weeks of darkness, and not just once, but every single year.

"Then how do they sane?" Asks the dwarf, and just as he does, the conversation gets interrupted by the northland human, who had been eavesdropping, and turns to look at them with an unnerving glint in her colourless grey eyes, grinning while saying

"That's the neat part, we don't."

*she smells like that hot drink some of the detectives love* (coffee)

"well aren't you unique, I've never seen a cat with eyes like yours"

*she tries to scratch under his chin*

*she crouches down a little bit a way from him and offers out her hand* Hi friend

- 🦝

*the cat smells your hand, a little afraid of being hurt*

I've had a dumb thought, perhaps the dumbest yet: the night is dark, and when we think of dark (or at least when I do) we think of the color black, soo that leaves me wondering if there are any examples in languages where "black" and "night" have a similar origin or shared ancestry

I somehow managed to pull this off dispute having a horrible time telling slight color variations apart

How well do you see color?

I’m cry I scored 60, I feel blind

Trans women (me) will text like ":3 !! >:3c ehehe" and then have a black book that no one should EVER be allowed to read:3

Lyra, my beloved cat of 13 years, passed away this year on Father's Day. She's been by my side through very difficult times and was my little rock of steady and unrelenting love. I struggled a lot drawing this, and struggled a lot posting it, but I know I would've wanted to read a comic like this that validated my grief for her when I lost her.

Wherever you are, Lyra my little summer star, I love you always! Thank you for being the best thing in my life.