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Posted by Sarah Brown

Figs showed up at exactly the wrong time of year and somehow at exactly the right moment. He was found alone around Halloween, about six weeks old, wandering through ditches along a rural road near farm fields with barn cat colonies. It was already cold, getting dark fast, and there was no sign of his mom or littermates anywhere. Whether he wandered off or got separated, it was clear he was all alone.

That same evening, a brewer was driving his usual route to local farms. Along the way, he spotted the tiny gray-and-white kitten and pulled over. By pure luck, there was a free cat carrier sitting on the curb nearby. Figs went straight to him without hesitation. Others had tried to catch the kitten earlier, including animal control, but somehow, Figs trusted this one person immediately. Wrapped in a flannel shirt, he was brought home when no one recognized him.

The difference between then and now says everything. The first photos show a scruffy, vulnerable baby. The recent ones show a confident, happy kitten around nineteen weeks old, fully vaccinated, fixed, and settled into indoor life for good. He's gentle, friendly, and clearly aware that he landed somewhere safe. He loves making biscuits, lives for chicken Churu treats, and spends his days warm and cozy.

Figs' story feels less like a rescue and more like timing doing its thing. One small kitten, one passing truck, and one perfectly placed carrier changed everything.

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Jan. 6th, 2026 05:39 pm
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Earlier today I decided to gently, carefully, with references, talk to some people in my local discord - as in, these are people I know IRL - that ConformityGate is not real. It's easy to debunk ConformityGate because some of their 'proof' are claims that certain things happened on the show, but those things did not happen. You can just screepcap or clip and 'no, that is not what happened, they literally made shit up, here is what actually happened.'

If you have remained blissfully unaware, it's Byler Truther bullshit. Unhinged Stranger Things fans who learned nothing from being humiliated in Scriptgate.

Don't ask me what Scriptgate is, because I will explain and you will take 1d4 psychic damage

Now, it's being covered by MoistCr1TiKaL, a very prominent youtuber. 17.6 million subscribers. Their collective meltdown is big enough to be covered by Charlie of all people. jfc....

fic post - Yuletide

Jan. 6th, 2026 07:19 pm
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I wrote for True Detective: Night Country this year and kind of just sunk myself into this world for a couple of months. Did a bunch of research on polar night, only to have to acknowledge that the show just hand-waved whatever it wanted so I followed suit. I love these characters so much that I had an absolute blast writing this.

Endless Night (4657 words) by alchemise
Fandom: True Detective: Night Country (TV)
Relationships: Liz Danvers/Evangeline Navarro
Characters: Liz Danvers (True Detective: Night Country), Evangeline Navarro, Peter Prior, Rose Aguineau, Bee Malee
Additional Tags: Case Fic, Horror, Cosmic Horror, environmental horror
Summary: Liz hadn’t intended to watch the first sunrise of the year.

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Jan. 6th, 2026 07:59 pm
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I'm sad the Corporation for Public Broadcasting voted to dissolve, but it helped a little to read that they ultimately chose to do so to make sure it could not be used against public media:
“When the Administration and Congress rescinded federal funding, our Board faced a profound responsibility: CPB’s final act would be to protect the integrity of the public media system and the democratic values by dissolving, rather than allowing the organization to remain defunded and vulnerable to additional attacks.”

I'm glad I have a PBS Passport membership that supports my local station and I'm thinking about upping my monthly donation amount.
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Posted by Sarah Brown

Stray cats are somehow built different. They survive weather that feels personal, dodge traffic like purrfessionals, and still find time to sit in the middle of the sidewalk like nothing could possibly go wrong. Rainstorm? Fine. Heatwave? Manageable. Loud city noises? Background music. Stray cats take it all in stride and keep moving, usually with an attitude that suggests they're doing you a favor by existing nearby.

They're also excellent problem solvers. Strays know which trash cans are worth checking, which porches feel safe, and which hoomans look like they might crack under eye contact. They appear right on schedule, sit politely, and wait. If food doesn't happen today, there's always tomorrow. No panic, no rush, just patience and a solid sense of confidence.

The funniest part is how quickly all that toughness disappears once a door opens. One warm bed and suddenly the fearless street cat can't believe the audacity of a closed door or a slightly empty bowl. The same cat that survived on scraps now requires room service and uninterrupted naps. It's an impressive transformation.

Most stray cats eventually find a home, even if they pretend it was their idea all along. They wander, observe, and wait until the situation meets their standards. Then they move in quietly and act like they've always lived there. Stray cats are proof that you can be tough, adaptable, and still fully committed to comfort. They survive everything, upgrade eventually, and somehow always land exactly where they're meant to be.

[MOUNTAIN GOATS PLAYS LOUDLY]

Jan. 7th, 2026 12:50 am
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Happy new year!

I was having my regularly scheduled mope about nooooooooooooo I didn't DO anything last yeeeeeeeeeeeeear, where did the time gooooooooooooooo, as I do, and then I checked my Storygraph Wrapped notification.



Oh! Okay! That's where the time went!

(I got a subscription for Kobo Plus and Manga Plaza, and it turns out between those two I have A Lot of manga available to me. Whoops?)

Other things that I did last year:

  • Got more hours at work! Work is being a low-key shitshow because they keep cutting staff, to the point where one of the libraries has three members of staff. In a library that is open 8:00-21:45. ("Oh but we're cutting down on extra shifts —" The fuck you are, sunshine.) On the plus side, I got an extra 8.5 hours added to my contract every week, so I'm getting an extra ~£450 a month on my paycheque?

  • Had an absolute mad one in the January sales and bought a 3D printer.
    • It's a little one! A Bambu Lab A1 mini, and in the sale it was like £139? So a pretty good price, I think. The pro of this model is that it's basically plug and play, and as I wasn't sure if I was actually going to be capital-I Into 3d printing that was going to be my best shout. The downside is that it can only print tiny things, like 16x16x16cm. Small enough to be getting on with, just needs some fiddling.

    • I feel a bit weird showing off things that I've printed with it, because basically I had as much input in what comes out as I would with an actual printer. One day, I will probably get into the design stuff! For now, I'm poking Maker World and Thingiverse and trying out free stuff.

    • Me: I have printed so many boring useful things! D:
      Lex: Honey, you printed a torso with tentacles.

    • (My defence that it was for practical reasons – namely putting the Astarion BJD head I got on it so it's not sitting in a box – is apparently not good enough.)

    • Things I have printed off: tiny octopus friend, tools to make 3d printing easier, a little Solaire/Praise the sun guy as a combo xmas present/bribe for the IT Guy at work, stencils, two tiny jointed dragons that I need to reprint because the tails fell over both times, that torso with tentacles that turned out to be the same size as the head, so scratch that plan, a transparent computer mouse like the nineties never ended, and shelves.

    • Underrated feature of this thing: I can set it printing and then go do something else. I am multiplying the number of hobbies I can do at once!

  • Discovered that Travelling Man import books published by Rosmei (a publishing house that specialises in translating queer Chinese fiction into English, but crucially only has publishing rights in Singapore) and have been emotionally devastated by both Priest and Mu Su Li.

  • I HAVE A CRAFT ROOM NOW! We got our conservatory redone (... the most middle-class sentence I have ever written) and now it is my craft room! I have... Far too much stuff. I need to do a big purge and tidy, so that I can actually get at all of the craft stuff I have stashed away in there. But it's so nice! I have space for all of my desks, and room to move between them, and I have one of the HUGE cube bookcases in there to stuff things into. It's just currently wildly disorganised because of who I am as a person.

  • Accidentally stopped talking to everyone I know? Which sounds really mean. I should uh. Fix that.

  • Got new meds! It turns out that the ADHD medication I was on was aimed at Literal Actual Children so was the wrong strength, and the pharmacist who halved my med dosage last year was just a muppet who typed the wrong thing on my records. I managed to get that sorted out, so now I'm on Proper Grown-Up ADHD Meds and a higher dose. New meds are going... Fine? My insomnia is back and the negative self-talk is making a return, but apart from that it's good!

  • Turned 36! I am officially A Fandom Old now and I'm so excited!
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Posted by Briana Viser

Tiny pocket of joy, sunshine, and the world's smallest cat. 

Imagine if you could actually shrink things so small that they could fit in your pocket? How easy would it be to park! You'd never have to drive around looking for a parking spot, spending $20 for that two hour movie, and another 30 minutes parallel parking. We'd be able to sneak someone on a flight with us by just putting them in our pocket. But I guess TSA would catch them in those cameras, and then you'd have a lot of explaining to do. But if we could shrink things to be bite sized, miniature, and teeny tiny, it's obvious we would put our cats in our pockets. 

How insanely cute would it be to take your cat wherever you go? You could bring them around like dog owners can bring their dogs everywhere. They could sit with you at work, purring on your lap as you type away. They could join you at that new fancy fish restaurant, and of course you have to order the big salmon for them. And we could take them to our friend's homes so that they can have a cat play date, even if your cat isn't the very social type. 

Our imaginations can really run wild, and that's why this cute collection of curious cats will spark joy and happiness into your day, even if it's for a tiny amount of time. Take this pocket sized phone and scroll away your worries with cat memes that will make you go from worried to carefree. 

Fic: In the Demon's Claws

Jan. 6th, 2026 06:06 pm
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AO3 Link | In the Demon's Claws (2219 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Drizzt Do'Urden & Vierna Do'Urden
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Vierna Do'Urden
Additional Tags: Ensemble Cast, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Resurrection
Summary:

Things in the Hall went slightly different, but still Drizzt chooses the road, and learns of one more quest.



In the Demon's Claws

Drizzt Do'Urden gazed out over the lands, thinking about everything endured. If Regis had not escaped sooner — no, it didn't bear thinking about. What he knew had let them disarm the trap, though not without personal cost for Drizzt himself. He had caused his father's death, brought about the deaths of his House from afar, and now… personally slain his sister, both by dam and sire.

His only consolation had been seeing her less a zealot, more sane in her eyes even, as the light faded, letting him cast true blame upon Lloth once more. It had been Catti-brie who supposed the entire raid had been concocted as but one thread of a web, given how near it had been to losing Wulfgar to the yochlol, how strange that they had chosen to come for Drizzt inside the dwarven stronghold rather than upon the road some night when he would be alone.

Bruenor had thundered, and Wulfgar had pledged support, with Regis managing advice based on his studying Artemis Entreri while the human consorted with drow. Aid had come from the region, and it would be a long time before Menzoberranzan could stir from its cesspool of hate and anger.

Catti and Wulfgar needed to work upon their relationship. Regis still had much recovery to make from his ordeal. Bruenor had a much expanded clan to lead to prominence.

Drizzt?

He looked back to the road for salvation from that which ate at his soul. A passing remark from one of the Harpells had reminded him of unfinished business concerning a crystal… and a demon that had been defeated once.





There had never been any chance of an ending that led anywhere but to the Demonweb Pits, Vierna had known. Either she would arrive in favor, and become one of Lloth's own servitors in some form —

— or she would arrive in full disfavor to be tortured.

She had learned three things as she endured the torture, and then the bartering deal with the balor.

Her father was not in the Demonweb Pits. This had been clear while she was still tortured under the servants of Lolth. He would have been an instrument in those tortures, as she had, again, fallen into that strange emotion surrounding Zaknafein, on seeing how true to himself her brother had remained.

There was the fact that Lloth had never been worth her devotion. This point — she'd had sight of it in the fall of her House — had clarified when the religious madness fell from her eyes even as her brother was lowering her body to the floor. If she had only managed to learn it earlier, and used her power to protect the two males she'd felt strong emotions over!

And, somehow, this balor intended to use her against her brother. Errtu could not keep himself from alternately salivating over his plans against Drizzt Do'Urden or raging in a froth of madness over what the impertinent drow had done to him.

She would just have to help her brother beat the demon at his own game. Vierna was looking forward to his death at Drizzt's hands.





Drizzt's concerns about the demon had proven too correct. He finished cleaning Icingdeath, his mind turning over the words spit at him by the fiend before its death. The gloating, brash taunts of what Errtu meant to do with him — after Errtu finished rending the soul of one that Drizzt cared for — had been too in line with what he knew of the balors. They were incapable of getting over a defeat that had been meted out to them.

Only? Errtu had an advantage over him. The only person's soul that could possibly be at risk to the demon was his own father. Drizzt would no more leave the soul in peril than he ever would have risked the man in life, had he but been a little wiser.

He didn't dare not follow up on this, no matter the source. Since Drizzt had left Mithral Hall, burdened by the suffering, deaths, and his own actions, he'd been seeking a purpose. He would recover the damnable crystal, and trek to a land known to hold the knowledge of the ages. Surely he could learn what was needed to save his father and destroy both threats if he but tried hard enough.

With resolve etched in every line of his body and soul, Drizzt plunged into the frozen north once more, intent on his goals.





The Crystal Shard couldn't be tricked by Drizzt. Nor could it offer him what he wanted, not in a way that ever tempted the drow. The psychic effect of merely carrying it in a quiescent state was enough to make Drizzt constantly question his own mind as he traveled. Guen, on her visits to the Material Plane, also kept a watchful eye on him.

It was a necessary evil, bait for the demon that was seeking vengeance. After the not-so-minor trouble of getting back to it, finding it, Drizzt was just as relieved to find his next destination after a stop in Longsaddle. He'd kept the artifact's presence carefully hidden, indulged Harpell curiosity as some were in residence now that he had not met before.

"If you're dead set against leaning into the alliances you've made in Silverymoon," Bella began, the brighter eye rolling with what she thought of that and the dull one fixed on him, "you need to head for Tethyr, a small kingdom down there with a cathedral being built.

"The priest of Deneir, Chosen they say, will point you to the knowledge you need to deal with this demon you need to be rid of."

"It seems I should see if Captain Deudermont will aid me in my journeys, then," Drizzt said, not keen on going so far south once again, but he was no priest nor wizard, to be able to banish the demon for good… and with luck, this cleric might well know how to rid the realms of the Crystal Shard.

With the right tools, Drizzt Do'Urden would be willing to wager against the evil ones, and try to reclaim his father's soul from the Abyss.





"You could become a cleric of sufficient rank in the decades you have left. Or a wizard of strength," Cadderly mused at Drizzt, even as the wizened Chosen walked beside Drizzt in the garden, aware that Pikel and Ivan both were still keeping an eye on the solitary drow.

"They say time stretches in the Abyss, and I feel that taking the time to do so would further torment the one I seek to rescue. Likewise, I will make no bargain with a Power to become a warlock."

Cadderly looked at Drizzt then, leaning on his staff as they paused. "And yet you refuse your goddess Her offer?"

Drizzt flushed, looking down, and Cadderly knew the ranger had not expected that to be known. When he looked up, it was with an expression of sadness. "She has been good to me, and I will serve Her so long as She walks the path I view as right.

"But I do not trust myself with a spark of who She is."

"Which is of course why She would most want it to be you, for that very distrust, but. You have closed that door — for now — and having a pressing need to save one you care for. The vile artifact's destruction is what you seek, but not before you are able to barter with and defeat the balor.

"A complicated task you have set yourself, but I will set people to the research of it."

"Thank you; it is all I can ask."





Vierna felt something change in her captor. He was eager, close to success of some kind? She felt weaker than she had even in the moments after Lloth forsook the House. How could she aid her brother like this?

When the demon back-handed her for daring to spit in his direction, she lolled in her bonds, feigning unconsciousness and made the choice to reach out to a different power. Never again would she submit to the divine… but bargain with one? That she could — and would! — manage.

~Vhaeraun son of Araushnee and Corellon, god of drow,~ she prayed, all of her singular focus on inviting the Named One to take notice of her. Even now, out of favor and having renounced her former goddess, the names burned in her mind, invoking pain.

Pain that she further used to fuel her call to the one that could make her plans work — she would not fail! Her brother, the boy she had taught and raised, needed her, and this time, she was embracing that.

Little did she know that her very need to aid a male sibling was the right spark to bring the god's attention to her.





"As long as your darkness holds," Danica coached, "the thing will be destroyed."

Drizzt looked past her to the rather unassuming man with them, very little giving away his draconic nature.

"And Icingdeath will guard me from the flames," he reminded himself.

"Yes, a superb frostbrand," Vaeros said, having inspected the magic on the blade to be certain.

"The breach of magic has made it possible for the balor to come to a simple summoning," Drizzt recited. "I will offer the artifact, and then we will be 'attacked', at which point the crystal will burn while I hold darkness — and evade the enraged demon while protecting my father."

"Presuming that the captive is brought, and that it is your father," Danica agreed. "Should be simple for the drow that decimated Menzoberranzan's might."

Drizzt stared at her, then saw the twitch of her lips, and gave into the laughter at that outrageous elaboration of his part in the war of Mithral Hall.

"We will do this, Ranger, on our shared love of the Wilds," Vaeros said, once the laughter had worn off, with the effect of living Drizzt lighter in spirit.

"So we shall."





It was not Zaknafein.

That small fact half-broke Drizzt's willpower at first. He wanted to angrily decry that he didn't care about Vierna.

His heart knew that for a lie.

She looked mangled in the grasp of the demon, and trickles of blood had formed where the clawed hand pierced flesh.

She was conscious, and her eyes locked on his.

Distantly, he could remember the plan even as the sealed case with Crenshinibon hung from an outstretched hand, the demon gloating within the summoning circle.

His mind toured over early, harsh lessons. He recalled the gentle touches that had been rare and treasured. He remembered that someone had to have told Zaknafein of his speed and skill with both hands. He recalled the look of sanity in her eyes, at the end of her life, blood spilling from a wound he'd made in her.

Something in her eyes told him she trusted him, and that she was ready for whatever came next.

"Let her go, and you can have what you want."

"You think I am unaware of the treachery lurking in your soul, drow?" Errtu demanded, hand closing more —

— and Vierna uttered a quick phrase in formal drow, one that called upon Vhaeraun, god of the male drow. The next moment, she was small, transformed into a bat that eluded the demon's grasp, fluttering valiantly into the hood of the cloak Drizzt wore.

He prayed that was enough to protect her, as he gave himself over to the Hunter, Icingdeath more than eager to drink the blood of this balor once more. Errtu had no chance to evade, or even dispel the darkness, as Drizzt furiously fought for his life, the crystal's end, and for the daughter of his father.





Vierna awakened at the feeling of healing being pushed into her, the kind that traced fire in her veins, counter to her very nature but helping abate the last tortures' marks upon her.

She found herself looking into the purple eyes that had entranced her since his birth.

"We're in a small cave. I didn't want to impose on my allies," he told her softly. "You turned back to drow after the fight ended."

"I did not ask for it to be a permanent change," Vierna said, but she reached for his hand on her shoulder. "You can heal?"

"If my patron agrees, yes," he said, taking her hand and shifting so he could sit more comfortably and hold it. "Vhaeraun?"

"I promised Him I would become a potent cleric for Him, if He let me aid my troublesome little brother against the balor."

Her smile on those words provoked one from him.

"I thought it was my — our father."

"And yet, you still pushed through with the plan you had made." She squeezed his hand. "We will have peace, Drizzt. I swear it on my continued life."

He contemplated her words a long moment, then laid down on the bedroll, sliding an arm under her neck, tucking close to give her the warmth he had.

"Good. There's been enough strife for us both, I think."

She closed her eyes, shifting a little to be comfortable, and decided that he was still strange to her.

But she had become something different and wanted to embrace the strangeness with him.

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Title: A Prize to be Won
Fandom: Terraria
Rating: G
Length: 36 words
Summary: The player completes fishing quests for the Angler.

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Age verification mandates are spreading fast, and they’re ushering in a new age of online surveillance, censorship, and exclusion for everyone—not just young people. Age-gating laws generally require websites and apps to collect sensitive data from every user, often through invasive tools like ID checks, biometric scans, or other dubious “estimation” methods, before granting them access to certain content or services. Lawmakers tout these laws as the silver-bullet solution to “kids’ online safety,” but in reality, age-verification mandates wall off large swaths of the web, build sweeping new surveillance infrastructure, increase the risk of data breaches and real-life privacy harms, and threaten the anonymity that has long allowed people to seek support, explore new ideas, and organize and build community online.

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Title: Welcome to Luanzang Hill
Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed
Character(s): Wei Wuxian, Jiang siblings, Lan Wangji
Details: Building happy Mo Dao Zu Shi scenes using Lego and alt bricks.
Summary: Wei Wuxian's siblings bring him supplies at Luanzang Hill.

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Image description: An alt-lego build of a courtyard at Luanzang Hill. It is brown and mostly empty. A Wei Wuxian figure stands in it holding a shovel. Jiang Yanli stands beside him holding a lotus bloom and a basket of plants. Jiang Cheng is behind them, setting down a crate of food. In the background, Lan Wangji has a group of rabbits and a jar of Emperor's Smile.

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I had expected the first Snowflake Challenge to be "update your intro", so I did that. :D It wasn't quite that, though. The first part of the challenge was "introduce yourself", so I guess close enough. :D Snapshot of my current dw profile page:



I only updated the icon comms and changed a few icons in the color bars. Nothing much new, really.


The second part was "why do you do the challenge and what you you hope to gain from it"? Idk? I'll just see which challenges speak to me and then I do them. I did this in previous years as well, and it suits me fine. I usually just pick a few challenges that I like, no more than five, usually, and then I do those.

Here's my post from 2025: challenges 2-6 challenges 14+ and my own

Here's my post from 2024: only challenge 5, the icon scavenger hunt

Here's my post from 2023: challenges 5-10, 12 and 13

Lets see what this year brings, shall we? :D



What I'll also do this year is try and think about my creative process, and there's a new comm for that:


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I'm looking forward to this, too!

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