Decided to start writing poetry again, so I made a sideblog!!! I'm actually sorta proud of this one. Very gay, very piney, very somber... Long distance relationships can be so hard, but damn if this one isn't worth it!!!
Distance
Each night,
I whisper your name to the stars,
And wonder if my voice will ever reach you.
I find comfort in their light, yet...
Those bright orbs of fire,
They're already gone, aren't they?
By the time they reach my eyes,
They've long since burned out.
Our distance is formidable,
Marked by space and time.
The theory of relativity,
Energy, mass, and the speed of light.
How much will change within me
Until I can hold your hands in mine?
Will our crossed stars burn out?
Or will they collide?
A supernovae,
A black hole,
A neutron star.
I ask the stars,
"How much hope is there
For a love like ours?"
But they're long since gone.
My nightly soliloquy: audience of one.
really weird that I think this is my first time drawing gravity falls fan art
The votes are in!
The main story of the fangame rpg will be focused on rebuilding the Isles, but little tidbits of the second storyline will be interspersed! @jumpyrope brought up the fact that it'd probably be a massive undertaking to try and combine all of the storylines, so I'll focus more on the other two ideas as side-quests/side plots.
Demo release date TBD. Considering I'm a college student and will be working as a camp counselor this summer, the time I have to work is limited. In the best case scenario, the demo will drop by the end of August 2023. (But I'm not that hopeful.)
This will be a sort of development blog? I'll periodically post updates here, just to have someone to share my accomplishments with.
I'm currently working on Sprite sheets for the hexsquad. So far, I only have Luz and Hunter's animations finished up and King's expression sheet- but i see that as monumental progress so far! I'm still very new to RPG Maker and game development in general, so if anyone has any advice, let me know!
I'll post some progress shots tomorrow, once I have the basic walking animations set up! I fear for the day I will have to work on custom tilesets...
Do you think Bill Cipher ever wishes to douse the flames that he invokes when making a deal?
Do his hands ache from muscle memory? Does his vision darken as they land on the flames? Those bright blue flames?
"What?! Your ENTIRE home dimention? But how? By what?"
Bill looked distant, more than distant than I'd ever seen him.
"By a monster."
And as those blue flames that burned down his universe surrounded him in the Mindscape, do you think for a moment he missed home?
Hey MOM, this is BILLY. I want you to [incomprehensible]
Stan? The flames? His past?
Where did you all go? WHERE DID-
Who am I kidding?
What's the use in asking questions if you already know the answer?
when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done
y'all know what time it is!!!! twitter doodle crosspost to tumblr. for context of the last image: someone over on twitter posted a headcanon that bobby fulbright and sebastian debeste were brothers, and i couldn't help but draw it
bro i LOVE indigenous fusion music i love it when indigenous people take traditional practices and language and apply them in new cool ways i love the slow decay and decolonisation of the modern music industry
Noticed the runes on the "thisisnotawebsite.com" website seem to correlate to Journal #3 pages. Maybe it's just a conspiracy, but hey, that's the first step of solving a mystery!
(This is coming from someone who hasn't gotten their hands on The Book of Bill yet, so go easy on me, lol.
The first thing I want to note is the red ink in the corner. It's very similar to those that Ford used on various pages in Journal 3. However, I haven't been able to find an exact match yet.
Here is an example of what I'm describing.
The closest thing I got to a match came from well... The page with the portal.
But who cares about that! There's more to talk about! Like the fact that these runes also show up right before Ford stops writing in the journal???
And uh. Who else disappeared? Just recently? Just saying.
More proof, these are known anti-bill symbols. Whatever that website will show us, I don't think it'll be from Bill himself. If it is... Let's get ready for Weirdmagennon 2024.
Bryan confirms there is 'a lot of little moments like this in the scenes' but personally I know only about very few of them. "Got it!" / Slamming the table / Pushing away by arm / Angrily gesticulating frustration from boss / More humane movements and expressions Did you guys noticed some other subtle things Connor repeats from Hank? Let's find them :D
Thinking about the implications of EP 8, Jerry, a little too much. The idea that death without life is meaningless and life without death is terrifying. The concept of technology and ai surviving far beyond our mortal human existence, and the loneliness and confusion that stems from not being confined to time.
The idea of a bloodthirsty being, such as the Lich, getting absolutely everything he could dream of: all life eradicated in an instant, only to realize that he has nothing left to do for the rest of eternity. The idea of being the only other being in existence, made of metal and wire, and being forced to grapple with why YOU survived. Out of everything in the universe, the trees, the grass, the animals, the people, YOU are all that's left. You and Jerry.
To be in the room with the being that killed all life, and the one being you can't kill. Sure, maybe it'd be easy. You just need to hit them hard enough, and they'd be gone. Forever.
But then what's left?
You. Alone. You'd be the only tree left to fall in the forest, unable to make a sound. You can cut yourself down, but what, then? What. Then.
You see this creature made of electricity and love, talk about the world like it's still there. And for a moment, it makes you believe that you still have a purpose. To have one last person walking around in the fossilized forest is enough, because maybe, if they're lucky, they'd find an axe and cut you down. Maybe you wouldn't know if you could make a sound...
But they would.
I'm so tired of hearing that Phoenix saved Miles without hearing about any of its implications.
Because Phoenix's savior complex is a major problem not a solution. Because Wrightworth is not about Phoenix saving Miles, it's about them saving each other. Because in Farewell My Turnabout, Miles Edgeworth said "We aren't some sort of heroes. We're only human." and he was right.