Grand Moff Darth Salt

xekstrin

inkjie

A pencil, ink, and chinese ochre paint comic in grayscale, the only visible color the red-orange of ochre, reserved only for one character and the use of ochre within the narrative. Page 1, panel 1: low angle shot of OP’s character Hopper, a young cavewoman in braids wrapped around the head in layers, fur pelt clothing, bone accessories and a hare foot necklace, her left hand holding a bowl of ochre paint, her right arm raised beyond the panel, a look of concentration on her face. Her entire body is ochre. Text: “I DIDN'T THINK…” Panel 2: back of Hopper, the raised hand revealed as applying paint to a drawing on a cave wall, a hare in motion. Other cave paints, some half-finished, are scattered around it. A cluster of hand prints is on the bottom right, a fire on the left. Text: “I WOULD BE ABLE TO KEEP DOING THIS” Panel 3: Mesopotamia, Assyria, the back of Hopper in a simple shawl, sitting before and working on a gypsum wall panel relief: return from the hunt. Men carry hare, bird, and nests, the hare being painted ochre by Hopper. Panel 4: Song Dynasty, China, Hopper is disguised as a man, sitting before a table with inksticks and inkstone, painting on a long rice paper as she is being instructed by a man in a Futou hat. The painting is likely a copy practice of Magpies and Hare by Cui Bai. The hare has been painted ochre. Panel 5: The back of Hopper sitting before a candle-lit desk, an inkwell and bible before her. She is in the dark drapery of a medieval nun, holding a quill and illustrating for a manuscript, of a small, ochre hare brandishing an axe. Text distributed throughout panels 3 to 5: “FOR ANOTHER/ TWENTY/ THOUSAND YEARS.” Panel 6: Hopper crouched on a white background, hands clutching her head in exhaustion or torment. The next four subsequent figures depict her rapidly abstracting, morphing into a small hare and then hopping away. The ochre color of her gradually fades as she shapeshifts.

Page 2. Panel 1: The small hare sleeps, curled into herself. Panel 2: A hand holding a spray paint bottle labeled “ochre”, sparse paint coming out as it is pressed. Text: “AND YET, AND YET.” Panel 3: view of the interior of an abandoned railway tunnel, the vanishing point a faint glow far back, a broken gate half open in between. Two ragged train tracks run through the tunnel. All over the tunnel walls in ochre and black, are graffiti of various lifeforms of the earth: Bison, mammoth, boar, bat, whale, fish, jellyfish, hares, and more, all in the same style of archaic cave paintings. A lone ochre figure in a hoodie and jacket sits high up on a ladder before the hare section, shaking the bottle of spray paint. A duffel bag of more bottles sits at the foot of the ladder. A light attached to the highest point of the tunnel shines on the figure and wall. Last panel: close-up of the figure’s face, Hopper, unchanged through the eras, hair still in layers of crown braids, expression a concentrated defiance, aiming the spray bottle at the wall, or in this case, the viewer. Text: “I NEVER DID FIND A WAY OUT OF THE CAVE.”

soliloquy by an immortal cave painter.

pencil, ink, and ochre on paper

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So if you play Skyrim and encounter Acadia, the herbalist in Whiterun, she’ll give you this dialogue that I highlighted.

And I know Ataxia is a thing in game, but like,this is one of her default dialogue. She says it regardless if you have in game Ataxia or not. So, I did a quick google and

Is she aware you’re being controlled by the player??????????

allthingshyper

Holy shit the previous game was in Cyrodiil that’s why Ataxia is a problem there

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dilfsisko

a-mel0n

reblog if you’ve had an online friendship that’s lasted more than 2 years

what’s up bzp friends how’ve the past two decades been treating you

hawwwlucha

gummybearattacktheworldofdespair

daco-showman

literally nothing funnier than a newly born aquatic mammal realizing they've been cursed to live in water

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beelzebeast

k-lleumo

As Vehk and Vehk I hereby answer, my right and my left, with black hands

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brennacedria

joyejoyu

Haurchefant.

[Also available as this month's postcard for Heirloom tier patrons.]

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gondorrevealparty

being a Bandit is pretty great. Just got a new place with a couple friends, in Doghammer Cave (long history of hammering dogs there). It's pretty nice for the area! Zero bedrooms zero bathrooms, but it's got a falling spikeball trap in the entrance and a couple big linear multipurpose rooms full of barrels. I put a couple gold coins in each barrel. Really makes it feel like home.

Our leader is Klade Doghammer (long history of hammering dogs). He's the only one of us with a name. He likes to sit in the last room (our house has a last room because it's linear) at a desk with a half-finished page of notebook about how he'll get revenge on the town someday. My best friend Female Archer Bandit said the people in the town don't even consider us human. She says if you stay a bandit long enough they kill you for money. Sometimes when she and I are alone on watch late at night I get a funny feeling in my bandit parts. I think I just heard the falling spikeball trap go off. We didn't invite anyone over today but I hope it's someone friendly. Being a bandit is pretty great.

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