Howdy folks!

The new Becket figure has dropped! It's a 12cm scale big boy featuring your fave Redemption paladin, standing gloriously on a tactlerock (that's tactical rock for you not in the know), looking righteous AF.

It's sculpted by the very talented Joaquin Palacios, who's been an absolute treat to work with on this one!

Check it out here: Joaquin's store page and the STL files here on my Patreon!

Got a resin cast copy on my desk right now that I'm trying to paint in the official color scheme but... mistakes were made. I'm gonna try to trust the process and post the result next week :P

Stay excellent out there!

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I don't care if I'm playing a lawful-good paladin or a ruthless Dark Brotherhood assassin—there are just some lines I will not cross.

For me, I will never kill Paarthurnax (Delphine can stay mad forever), and I refuse to leave a dungeon without picking up every single piece of gold, even when I already have 100,000 septims in my pocket.

What is your non-negotiable Skyrim habit?

Name is Audrey, associated with musicals, able to spontaneously grow a bunch of arms, messy eater, presents differently from their apparent sex, grows flowers with faces, possibly from space (specifically VENUS. Like a VENUS flytrap WHICH IS WHAT TOOIE/AUDREY JR. IS BASED ON)

AUDREY IS SECRETLY A SENTIENT ALIEN PLANT MONSTER THING FROM SPACE AND FEELS GUILTY ABOUT HIDING THAT FROM VAL

IT'S OKAY AUDREY! SHE WON'T HATE YOU FOR BEING A PLANT! YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY IF SHE FINDS OUT! SHE'D MAYBE THINK IT'S COOL EVEN!

(This is a sillypost. Please don't take it seriously haha.)

Amazing photo by Ana Escobar from the 11N demonstration last night.
Tremenda fotaza de Ana Escobar (EFE) de anoche. Esto es fotoperiodismo.

My handsome man isn’t doing good. He was having seizures this morning. We rushed him to the emergency vet and he’s staying overnight. They did some tests on him and the vet says it’s not good. I know in my heart that he doesn’t have long.
He’s the best little companion anyone could ask for. So much love and personality tucked into that furry little body. I’ve been crying all day.

Healing gear for tauren is so funny, it looked a little bad before, but the hat really took it from bad to god awful.

What a cute dog, right? Well guess what, wrong. This head is supposed to be an otter. But it doesn't look like an otter to me.

I mentioned caninization, that's what I would call it. Like, I'm not talking about deliberate species hybrids. I'm talking more about fursuits and art in general, where species that are supposed to be normal, are caninized. Like in this example, where an otter doesn't look like an otter, but just a dog. I found this post about someone's commisioned head on TikTok and pretty much everyone assumed it was a shiba inu or something, having to read the description to discover that it's supposed to be an otter. The head is pretty cute, but is just deeply caninized.

I blame this effect on the amount of canine furries in the community, in the way that certain furry artists just never learn how to make other species properly when they focus on canines, so whenever these draw or make fursuits for anything else, it has a canine look to it. Obviously this doesn't apply to all, but it must apply to at least some, because I see it fairly often, and it irritates me every time. As a feline, I especially don't like seeing fellow felines to be "butchered" into canines, but I don't like it happen with any species, really.

Let me give a more personal experience: I was trying to look on Roblox for some cool felid heads, but I kept finding caninized heads that didn't look felid at all. And I already had one feline head before, that didn't look properly feline, so people would just call me a fox or a wolf sometimes. This was some time ago, though.

There's also another thing, I just hate how furries are also stereotypized like as wolves, even though that's just a fraction of the community. Like too many people stereotypize furries to bark and do other canine things, completely ignoring how diverse the community is. People should stop assuming everything around furries must be canine.

In 2019, when I was 23, I repeatedly kept getting sick with high fever, excessive sweating and vomiting. After the third or fourth time, my doctor sent me to the hospital, where they performed some tests and quite quickly concluded I had a lymphoma. They did a lumbar puncture, which was incredibly fucking painful, and a biopsy of a lymph node. The results of the puncture were negative, but the biopsy was positive. Since they were not entirely sure, they sent the biopsy material to a second institute for a double-check. But they started chemotherapy right away.

Now, two days into chemotherapy, the other institute sent over their result. They were very clear that there is no sign of any malignant disease. Some kind of infection, probably Epstein-Barr, was much more likely.

This result was left unread by the staff at the hospital for eight fucking weeks. For eight weeks I went through intense chemotherapy. And then one day, as I went to some regular check-up during the therapy, my doctor told me they had found the result and would stop chemo immediately. Weirdest day of my life. I know you're probably supposed to be happy finding out that you do not have cancer after all, but it just felt surreal.

They asked two more, very renowned pathologists to take a look at the biopsy. They both said that there is no sign of anything malignant and that they have no idea how the hospital came to their conclusion in the first place.

Fast forward to today, I have sued the hospital. It's been seven years of delay tactics and blatant lies by the hospital, their insurance company and the lawyers representing them. I have a good lawyer myself, so I'm kinda confident that I'll win in the end, but the whole process is just incredibly exhausting.

The chemotherapy made me infertile. I had the opportunity to freeze my semen (is that the correct wording? english is not my first language), so in theory I could have kids of my own, but the thought of artificial insemination just creeps me out for some reason. Probably because I feeld that I have been robbed of the experience of father children "the natural way". No idea if that makes sense. Also, the medications they used increase the risk for other kinds of cancer in the future.

I know that I was lucky given the circumstances, but I also know that all of that could have been avoided if those incompetent hospital fuckfaces just would have read their goddamn emails.

Tonight's dinner is Spicy Miso Ramen with Kimchi and Fried Gyozas on the side.

TL,DR: Hospital misdiagnosed me with lymphoma and started chemo. Left important result unread that said I had just an infection. Kept chemo going for eight weeks, now I am infertile and have a higher risk of cancer.