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#my body... its withering... i need crunchy freshes....
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To the anon that wants to devour a whole bag of lettuce, DO IT! If it’s iceberg it’s the best thing ever you’ll feel so refreshed not even lying. I’ve eaten 3. +a whole veggie platter by myself because people at holiday parties don’t like vegetables for some reason. Eat that bag of lettuce! Now!
you are SO real for this! i once devoured an entire head of iceberg lettuce with my bare hands in a single sitting and i never felt more alive
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liodensim · 7 years
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Art Update: Late Mane Night and Underground Sneks
A little late but stuffed!
Firstly, sorry about the few hours of delay after actual Friday, but you can only imagine how work hours get clogged when you move and have visitors in your house checking it out to rent after you! My apologies! Secondly, I really really hope all people in southern states and Middle America stay safe, specially Florida and Cuba and all the islands around it, it's a very very horrifying time for you all, and I wish all the best of luck during the hurricane attacks. It's three in a row already within days and a fourth forming, I can't imagine how scary that must be. Good luck ;0;
Important Bug Fix
**** Giving Tree bug that wiped cubs has been fixed today!
New Mane Markings & Recolours
90 new markings guys. 90!! Let's start with fresh things, these are new mane marking shapes:
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Cowl - Common/NCL - onyx, golden, black, dark brown, brown, chocolate, copal, heather, henna, clay, mocha Crest - Custom - onyx, white, black, dark brown, brown, clay, coral ** Now, the rest was designed by players! Remember I have to keep them flexible for our variety of mane shapes and colour pool. ** Waves - LINK designed by Meedle (#7615) - Custom - onyx, white, golden, black, dark brown, brown, red, clay Ticked - LINK designed by Catastian (#9261) - Custom - onyx, white, golden, brown, quartz, red, henna, blue Sideburn (mane version) - LINK designed by Sobie (#33695) - Custom - onyx, white, royal, cream, golden, black, dark brown, brown, chocolate, marigold, red, coral Ringed - LINK designed by Natanocte (#61) - Custom - onyx, white, royal, cream, golden, black, dark brown, brown, chocolate, quartz, marigold, red, blue Side Band - LINK designed by Sleepy (#37687) - Custom - onyx, white, cream, golden, brown, red
New Mane Marking Recolours
Due to popular demand, a lot of markings got recolours: ** Common/NCL: Dark Brown Back Hair Dark Brown Low Flow Dark Brown Half Cream Low Flow Golden Back Hair Golden Low Flow Henna Back Hair Henna Low Flow Henna Half ** Custom: White Ends White Flow White Low Flow White Back Hair Cream Back Hair Cream Flow Onyx Beard Silky Back Hair Silky Flow Silky Low Flow Silky Half (front) Silky Ends Henna Flow Henna Top Henna Ends Henna Beard I have added 90 new mane markings today. You can imagine this is what took so long :D unfortunately, I'd rather have the news out now rather than continue to work on mutations, so some will miss it. Following mutations show the new markings right away: - Primal Felis (all stages) - Primal Smilus - Primal - Female Manes Following mutations will get mane markings caught up this weekend: - Tailless - Bobbed Tail - Folded Ears The rest (like poor leopons or dwarves) has to wait until next art update or when I am moved out for good, because it's extremely time consuming. By September 27th I should be 100% in new place settled in with great internet and finally free to work full time again and I really really want to catch up with all missing files SO much! Knowing they're waiting and waiting is like a nightmare shadow sitting on my chest every night I swear to elbows I will get this done as soon as possible.
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New Bases
Steele - Black Countershaded Medium Common - usual custom base Teardrop - Cream Solid Light Special - Teardrop is a breed only base (like Ebony). EDITED Note: Buttermilk (previously breed-only) will act like Onyx now and is a custom special. It works just like before, but is applicable now. Teardrop just took its place as breed-only base. Sorry it was gibberish before, I think I was sleepy :D
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New Decors!
Monkey Business will be selling now 3 new butterflies!
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Arrow Sphinx Moth, Noble Swallowtail, and Danaid Eggfly!
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New Reptile Roundup Level!
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Reptile Roundup has now a new common level called "Underground Tunnels" - you guys voted in the poll and this level was the top pick to appear soonest! It comes with a Cape Coral Snake skin and awesome rewards! It's available right away to everyone! Following rewards need minimum points of: Rock - 20 Fluffy Bunny Carcass - 25 Hare Carcass - 25 Falling Petals - Soft Pink - 38 Wary Cape Coral Snake - 42 Falling Petals - Rainbow - 46 Meerkats - 50 Rough Roots - 55 Snake Skin - Dark - 70 Withered Roots - 70 Snake Scent - 80 Burrows - 100
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Reptile Roundup also had a small revamp regarding the mechanics: * Added ability to pause (can use "P") * Updated "Location" menu to separate difficulties and make the UI tidier * Fixed swiping issues * Fixed pointer cursor * Added "Impossible" locked difficulty but it is under construction right now
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Shad has added a new set of tags for September!
Crunchy Worm
The item has been removed from Prophet Shop. I actually decided it'd be pointless for it to compete with GMO cows - I will introduce that item in October or November instead (depends where the currency could use a nice consumable breeding item). You can "blame" this on me entirely, I honestly think the item would "die" this month and GMOs would be picked over it. Why not fill up a shop that usually has only decors, instead? The item is planned to affect litter looks in a specific way, but in case the coding can't be done as planned, I just don't want to reveal the effect in advance and then it turns out we have to tweak it and dissappoint players. So for now it will be a vague breeding item until it's time to put it into a shop.
Raffle Lioness
Congrats Jingo (#117150)! You have won the last raffle lady! New lady with the Rainforest is up for impressing in Special Lioness area in Explore or in NEWS section under News Post List!
Polls and Dev Notes
Wawaweewa! Looks like you guys would love the beetle corpses to turn into Amusement items after all. I can arrange that by Sept 22nd! Very nice! Yes? LINK - New poll! Since this update is focused on manes, I browsed the suggestions a lot. A specific Vitiligo suggestion appeared and had so many supports, but I was not sure which way to lean regarding the designs and actual introduction of the mane markings.Should they match body Vitiligo markings, making them Mane Vitiligo 1, 2, 3 etc?Should they just be few Vitiligo markings since it's just manes, and make them "Scarce, Medium, Heavy" markings for manes?Should they be raffle mane markings to have something unique to breed for? We never had those before :O maybe custom ones would be easier to match existing lions with body vitiligo markings? I REALLY NEED YOUR VOTES FOR CONCLUSION!
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Jonsa AU: The Summer and the Winter Garden (alternatively, Beauty and the Beast)
To her fortune, she had not yet been forced into any marriage or sacred act by the beast, but she figured that time was drawing closer. He had scarcely spoken to her since he had let her fall onto the fresh tiles of his grand hallway, muttering and mumbling about her father and his broken promise. He affords her dresses and whatever else she may need to feel at ease, and she rewards his kindness with smiles.
They have shared only few meals together, and she has tried one too many times to earn the right to stare at his scars. His face is mauled, seems to have been savaged by some wild animal. A wolf, she guesses.
There is a deep scar running from his left eye brow down to his cheek, and one lightly circling around his right eye. His lips are bruised, constantly beaten and battered and she does not know how this happens. His teeth appear sharp, like those of lions or tigers. His hands are always covered by his gloves, but they are quite large and remind her of a mammal’s. His legs are thin, all bone and knee, but the hair that grows there is thick and matted.
He is not entirely handsome, but he is not ghastly to look upon either. There is something about him.
She had sought out this black beast, walked the castle time and time again in search of him. But he was nowhere to be found when she wanted his company.
The summer garden’s flowers were still thriving, blossoming into the evening and morn again. But the white sheets of snow falling over the winter garden had begun to encase the whole castle, and little by little the summer garden’s colours began to fade.
It has only been some days since he took her, since he made good on a promise that her father could not keep.
She had been traded for a rose, an exquisite white rose that now withers away in a vase on her bedside cabinet back home.
Her father had stolen it, you see; trespassed on land that was not his own, and robbed it from right beneath this beast’s nose. But it had been her fault all along, she supposes.
She had asked him for three items on his last venture into the town. A dress, which he had bought finely made and fitting. Shoes, which he had found tasteful and practical for his beautiful daughter. And a rose, freshly sprung and watered.
The one small, or at it seems grand, problem was that no roses grew in the winter. And so she had almost foolishly charged him with a rather grueling task. She would take it back, if only she had known what would entail.
By some ungodly misfortune, her father had happened upon this same dark castle sitting lonesomely at the edge of the village.
He had been enchanted by its gardens, somber though they may at first seem. One side of the castle was shrouded in fallen snow and snappy torn leaves. The other side was more colourful, capturing the essence and feeling of a fresh summer’s day.
He had only meant to linger for a moment, just enough time to pluck a flower from its root and feign recognition of such an act. Her father was no thief, but he had thieved now and the black beast had not liked that one bit.
“Give me back my rose.” He had warned her father, stunned him with his sudden presence into a dead silence. His legs were covered by ripped pieces of cloth, his clothes grim and dreary, but the thick hair beneath was plainly visible. “Give me back my rose.”
Her father had paid only little mind to the beast’s face, scarred and flawed.
“Please. I must have this one rose for my daughter. She is the most beautiful daughter I could ever have. She will be saddened if I do not return with it.”
“Let her be sad.” The beastly creature of a man had offered, but then he changed his mind, “Or take my rose and I will take your beautiful daughter as my wife in seven days.”
He hadn’t wanted to plead, so instead he had accepted a proposal he assumed would never take.
Returning home, her father had chosen to not let Sansa know of this arrangement, for truthfully he thought little of it.
Seven days passed, and on the seventh day when her father departed for the town once more, Sansa had been tending to that day’s supper.
The beast of a man had knocked, rapped against the door only twice before letting himself in and tossing the young woman over his shoulder. She was nowhere to be seen when her father returned.
Having grown quite easily accustomed to her new surroundings, Sansa had thought to make the most of her situation.
She had sought out this black beast, walked the castle time and time again in search of him. But he was nowhere to be found, and she could not find a safe way past the gardens for he had caged them in quite thoroughly.
The summer garden’s flowers were still thriving, blossoming into the evening and morn again. But the white sheets of snow falling over the winter garden had begun to encase the whole castle, and little by little the summer garden’s colours began to fade.
To her fortune, she had not yet been forced into any marriage or sacred act by the beast, but she figured that time was drawing closer. He had scarcely spoken to her since he had let her fall onto the fresh tiles of his grand hallway, muttering and mumbling about her father and his broken promise.
He affords her dresses and whatever else she may need to feel at ease, and she rewards his kindness with smiles.
They have shared only few meals together, and she has tried one too many times to earn the right to stare at his scars. His face is mauled, seems to have been savaged by some wild animal. A wolf, she guesses.
There is a deep scar running from his left eye brow down to his cheek, and one lightly circling around his right eye. His lips are bruised, constantly beaten and battered and she does not know how this happens. His teeth appear sharp, like those of lions or tigers. His hands are always covered by his gloves, but they are quite large and remind her of a mammal’s. His legs are thin, all bone and knee, but the hair that grows there is thick and matted.
The hair that graces his head is curly though, all black and soft on the eye.
He is not entirely handsome, but he is not ghastly to look upon either. There is something about him.
He is not charming, but instead brooding and solemn and on the occasion that she can find him, he barely speaks. She does not know who cooks for them, who cleans the castle. It seems they are a lonesome pair.
She has had to gather everything she can about these circumstances she finds herself in from the mirror. He had shown her this mirror as reassurance, you see.
Missing home, Sansa had cried for days and forced an emotion from him. He had shown her a small mirror in return, and through it she had seen her father in their home. He had been weeping, grieving his loss. The red eyes did not hide his illness, though.
“I must return home.” Her father is not well, and she is saddened by this.
This beast she has fallen into a quietly comfortable habituation with, whom she surmises is named with a man’s name beginning in J from a locket she found in a locked draw, grants her permission to return home to visit. But she has to promise to return.
“Seven days. You must come back in seven days.” He calls after her, and his quiet melancholy voice is harsher, desperate even. She promises.
When four days have flown by, her father passes. He caught a cold from the town, and a lack of treatment and aiding had caused him to give into the sickness. She is deeply dismayed by this, and the seventh day passes without her ever noticing, too preoccupied with her grievances.
On the eight day, she comes to realise that she is missing the black beast. She has grown fond of him, in a strange way, and she finds herself wishing that every mirror could show her his reflection.
Her own mirrors are not magic though, and she finds herself saddened at the thought of him. Sensing that he too has fallen ill somehow, she departs for the castle with haste after only a moment’s thought.
He is nowhere to be found though, once anew. And the bright side of the castle that once shined from the sun’s rays is darkened, all coated in snow and crunchy leaves. The castle itself is coated in blackness, once gold furnishings suddenly dull and plain. Everything is black, except for her black beast whom she cannot find.
Wandering into the winter gardens, she allows a fresh dusting of snow to coat her cloak and hair as she searches for him, digging through dirt and unorganised heaps of fallen leaves.
Sensing something she cannot quite put her finger on, she rummages through a large stack of old wooden logs. They are damp and soft from the snow’s frosty bite and beneath them all she finds him. He is cold and unmoving, and he is dead.
Saddened once again, she runs the pads of her fingertips over the scars on his face, loathing their depth whole-heartedly. Leaning down to express her grief, she kisses his frozen left cheek, right at the bottom edge of the thicker scar. She kisses it again, for pity’s sake, and he shifts beneath her body.
Backing away, she falls onto her knees as he awakens, his face slowly transforming into that of a handsome man. The scars of his face turn from deep gashes to thin lines of liquid blood, his lips curl as he attempts to talk and they shade into a healthier pink colour.
She does not apologise for breaking her promise, for returning to him a day late. If she had, perhaps she would not have discovered his true nature. He is no black beast, but a dark prince by the name of Jon.
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