what could have been

The Tar Queen
The high priestess of the Oxealots, the nameless mistress of the Viscerones and hegemon of all the reborn tribes. In blood and smoke and the true visage of the gods she has lead their people into new lands, into conquest and war, victory and strength beyond what they could have imagined.
Beneath her gore-darkened hand, she means to subdue all the Tolixaroii, the settled folk and in the south, many of their citadels and forts, towns and boroughs have been taken, their herds carried off with the Tar Queen on her march.

Studio FOW возвращается

В честь своего десятилетия, Sudio FOW выпустила ролик, в котором анонсировала несколько новых фильмов и заявила о своем возвращении в лоно киноиндустрии.

Кроме этого, они также выложили крупное обращение на своем дискорд-сервере следующего содержания:

Dear Fowlings,Well, here are we. On this day ten years ago, two Doritos-encrusted neckbeards got up from their Source Filmmaker induced stupor, wiped the orange dust off their keyboards, and decided it was a good idea to release Lara in Trouble upon the unsuspecting world. 

We toiled for probably around two months on that goddamn movie, trying to figure out how to make one broken thing interact with yet another broken thing inside a very broken attic environment. Nothing really worked as it should, everything seemed held together by jank and illusions. So it was with a mix of great trepidation (and a desire to be free of GabeN’s hell) that we decided that it was finally fit for release. 

It was not, but you guys liked it anyway. 

As yagskie and I finally put on our underwear and started scrolling through the comments we realized that there was a real hunger and demand for longer-form content. We knew that short, voice-less loops are no longer gonna cut it. And StudioFOW was born. 

Ten years on, we have been through some shit, some good, some bad, but at the end of the day we’ve always kept one foot moving forward thanks to your support. 

This has been the most incredible of journeys, and I could not be more thankful to all of you for allowing us to undertake it. The fact that the core team is still together here after ten years in such a crazy industry is a testament to how committed we are to delivering content for you guys. 

2024 is a crossroads moment for us as a studio. As we finish our animation duties on Subverse (very soon), we have to decide what to do next with our careers. There’s a lot of new tech on the market, a lot of exciting opportunities. However, defiling waifus and making them ahegao in sheer ecstasy will always be our true calling. As such, the idle animators will slowly trickle back into creating film content. How much of it, and what kind of film content, will depend on YOU all. We have set up a Fansly dedicated to filmmaking as well as Throne for some more experimental content. You can support the studio through these platforms and get production going RIGHT NOW!

https:++fansly com+StudioFOW (вставьте "/" вместо "+" и точку на месте пробела)

https:++throne com+studiofow (вставьте "/" вместо "+" и точку на месте пробела)

We feel the same buzz and energy (even more so) now than in 2014, and with being out of the scene for a few years we cannot wait to get creative again and show ya’ll what we can still do. 

To our collaborators/contributors – There are too many to list throughout these 10 years but everyone we’ve worked with, or added something to the movies, thank you for your contributions. I really want to thank people individually (maybe in a separate post) since this message is already too long and sappy 

To the discord community – enjoy the celebrations! We’d love to hear your FOW anecdotes throughout the week. Favorite movie moments, scenes etc. I am sucker for stories about people meeting through online communities, and we have one of the best on the Internet, so if you have any juicy meetup stories please let me know! 

There will be some fun stuff throughout the week such as the Pop Quiz for hardcore fans and other little events. And of course, we could not leave you all without a special video thank you in our very own style.

It’s been an honor to be your director for these past 10 years, and like Fow-Chan says, here’s to 10 more years of lewd adventures! 

Warm Wishes, 

DC

Gemini AI от Google

She had fought alongside Eldrad in battles and debated his cause in counselling Chambers across the galaxy, but never before had she been welcomed into his sanctum. The Opener of the Seventh Way hated the feeling that she was privileged in some way, that this act was a recognition of her status and importance. Even so, she could not help but feel she had been allowed to look upon something few others could, so she took the opportunity to examine her surroundings in some detail, memorising every piece of furniture and ornament, every artwork, in the hopes of deciphering meaning from them later.  

The farseer’s tastes were eclectic – if one was too polite to say random, gauche and prolific. At least, such was Yvraine’s initial thought as she sat on a long couch, the trail of her immaculately tailored Commorraghan court dress heaped around her. She was reminded of the throne rooms of archons that had tried to woo her – romantically and politically – laden with trophies of conquests and subjugations, declarations of power and prestige.  

Except that Eldrad barely glanced at them. And his displays, such as they were, had been confined to a set of three chambers that would barely qualify as an archon’s cloakroom. In fact, it was the lack of space, except for the high-vaulted ceilings customary in aeldari architecture, that reinforced the meandering, unkempt nature of the collection.  

‘It is just…’ began Eldrad, sensing Yvraine’s thoughts as her eyes roamed the room. He searched for a suitable aeldari word and found nothing that quite fitted and so settled for one of the few perfect human words instead. ‘Stuff.’

Yvraine realised immediately what he meant. These were not heirlooms or trophies, treasured possessions or valued research materials. They were cultural accretions. The accumulation of a life that had spanned five generations of his people. They had been placed with no consideration at all, simply fitted into whatever space had seemed right at the time, and never given a second thought.  

He had not even spared them the mental effort of how to discard them.   

She stood and gracefully paced to the adjoining chamber for a better view, her long gown sweeping across the red floor tiles. Alorynis looked up from his position on the back of a couch, one eye open, and then settled again, uninterested in her exploration.   

The room beyond the archway was almost full with miscellany from a hundred different cultures across a dozen races. Most of it was piled like the spoil heap of a museum, the effluvia of fashions, trends, fads and philosophies as old as Ulthwé itself.  

‘Why?’ She did not turn as she asked the question. ‘What is the point of having so much…stuff?’  

‘Badges of allegiance. Patronage of artists. Objects of psychic​ significance I used to trace the fates. Bequeathed artefacts. Ambassadorial bribes. Grave goods. The gifts of suitors. Items absent-mindedly left by visitors. Borrowed objects, equally forgotten.’ The farseer shrugged, his heavy robes barely moving with the gesture. Yvraine caught a tiny flutter of pain, of ancient aching in the body and soul, attuned to his mood and thoughts through their mutual contact with Ynnead. ‘I have another tower, a dozen rooms filled with such detritus of my long life.’

‘I forget how old you are,’ said Yvraine. She sat down again, flicking open her fan in the manner of a kabalite courtier. She regarded the seer over the serrated edge, her smirk hidden. ‘How very old you are.’  

‘Old enough to know better than trade quips with the likes of you,’ replied Eldrad, humour in his voice.

 [Excerpt | Rise of the Ynnari:Ghost Warrior]

* i’m sorry, Frisk…

Recently I’ve been seing many people making C!Frisk introduce themselves as “Core” and all I could think was that’s exactly what they wouldn’t do. Being a Frisk is the only thing they have left, so don’t take it away from them by giving them nicknames.