What I hate is when you get a gorgeous image of your head of a colorful painting or drawing with a dynamic layout that would likely take 4 hours or something give or take and then you try sketching it and you have to just stop because it looks nothing like it did in your head. For the worse. :I
I have a great little setup for a human AU in my head, elaborating on my earlier theories. Thrugg’s your average sweetheart of a bloke, living with his sister Thruggann and running a business with Foremole (home repair or gardening or something, maybe), and fostering two-year-old orphan Dumble with hopes of formally adopting him (though generally they don’t give babies for adoption to single men but it’s fiction so whatever), also with some contact with Samkim and Arula who are older kids at the care home. I think Vale as the landlady and Bremmun as a social worker works, or maybe vice versa, but the first way seems best to me. Dingeye and Thura showed up one day and tried to rent the basement room with a wad of small-denomination untraceable notes; when Vale tried to tell them to go away, one of them badly faked an epileptic fit in the hopes of gaining sympathy. Thrugg talked her into letting them stay on the grounds anyone desperate enough to do that really needs help, and sort of took them under his wing, helping them find at least semi-legal work, persuading them to bathe occasionally, hiding the clouds of pot smoke from both Dumble and his social worker, and occasionally paying their bail. Local teen Rocangus babysits Dumble after the boys proved themselves irresponsible. Just kind of stuck on where Ferahgo comes into all this, not to mention the Dryditch Fever (a particularly dangerous flu strain would probably be the closest analogue)…
Oh man, this is pretty great. I don’t know where Ferahgo and Klitch would come in unless Dingeeye and Thura were fleeing his underworld operation. Urthstripe could be the head of police who’s in fierce competition with him and always trying to catch him, and Ferahgo tries to get to him by sending in his handsome son Klitch and his companion Goffa to lure Mara and Pikkles out into becoming hostages for Ferahgo’s will so he can call checkmate on Chief Urthstripe. Things get weird.
what if krogans sleep in a lump. kroglump. like their legs tuck under and their crest goes under their back shell.
Hey there, Redwall tag! I’m sorry for this, but I’m going to have ask you guys a favor, if you don’t mind. x)
I’m trying to finish a research paper on how the vermin/woodlander dynamics parallels Britain’s classism, and while I’ve found a large amount of my material (I’m 5/6ths done) does anyone know of any essays that discuss some of the skewed morality or vermin topic before?
Unfortunately, tumblr or forums don’t count, but if there are any essays or reviews around anyone remembers that I haven’t seen, I’d be immensely thankfully for links! Thanks!
Just had one of those days. And well, since I can’t exactly get rid of my demons, I might as well doodle them and get further acquainted.
This is Spasm. Spasm says hi. He wears a button-down with rolled-up sleeves and itsy bitsy cowboy boots. Spasm is not fun to deal with. I do not think Spasm may even be a “he.” I don’t think Spasm cares.