Think Im Gonna Record My Horsemanship Achievements Here As Well Because Why The Hell Not

charles smith, the bpd king

Andreas Gering (German, 1892-1957, b. Nuremberg, Germany, d. Ibid) - Der gute Kamerad (The good Comrade), 1917, Etching and Aquatint in gray-blue on Vellum Cardboard

just some guys.

daily affirmations

i am the unkillable faggot

i can exist in grocery stores

i have the shittiest music taste in any room

i have a gun

people defending mary calling her a "master manipulator" sarcastically don't understand their dynamics with arthur at all i'm afraid

a person doesn't have to be a "master" in toxic behavior, people manipulating and hurting others are not always do that consciously and with clear intent. i do believe that mary manipulates arthur, tries to get on his emotions, bringing up their past, her dad and her dad's opinion on arthur - idk she clearly still holds some feelings for him and i'm sure that she doesn't know how to express her frustration, pain, fear for jamie and her dad better.

but that doesn't make her a good and innocent person and let's not forget her commentary about the girls in camp - i have A LOT of issues with that one. it was written in a letter, meaning that this jab at arthur's family was intentional. she had time to think her letter through, and still decided to insult people dear to her ex she supposedly still loves? misses? like ok go on i guess.

her constant remarks about how bad of a person he is, the "i'd have had you hanged a long time ago" line, that just doesn't sit right with me at all. she's a good character and plays an incredibly important role in the game and in arthur's history as a character, but trying to say that she's good and pure and did nothing wrong ever at all is just plain INCORRECT and i will die on this hill

Down the Spinal Ladder - art by Santiago Caruso

arthur truly suffers more than jesus on the cross i love him

(cw body horror / cw guts) full second painting under the cut

i fuckin HATE Bill`s stupid ass outfit on Bronte s party SO I DREW HIM IN NORMAL FUCKIN OUTFITS SO HE D LOOK LIKE A REAL RICH BAD ASS FABULOUS MAN and not like some kind of JOKE HE CAN LOOK GOOD he just need some style and BOOM he s a noble man

Red Dead Redemption 2 was so real for creating the most in-depth, realistic clothing system I've ever seen in any game, and exclusively using it on burly, unhygienic men.

You choose every layer, every accessory, with dozens to hundreds of each to choose from. You can go in and fine-tune minute details like whether or not to roll up the shirt sleeves, or button the collar, or whether to wear your pants under your boots. These clothes get dirty in real time depending on what you do in the game. Mud, dust and blood linger unless washed off. Every garment has a warmth rating based on its material, and the game calculates what temperatures an outfit is suitable for based on the combined total. Dressing too cold or warm for the weather causes health debuffs.

You can choose which way he parts his hair, and whether he gels it. If you eat too much he gets bulkier and gains a double chin, and if you eat too little he can go underweight and get all bony and sallow. Both of these states come with stat changes. His hair and beard grow in real game time, and you need to routinely style and shave his facial hair if you want any style other than a full Santa. You need to bathe him regularly or people will start commenting on his BO, and he'll start visibly appearing filthy long before that. He sunburns in the sun, and in the heat he becomes slick and glossy with sweat.

This shit is IN DEPTH. It blows the customization systems of actual fashion-centric games like tf2, Monster Hunter and Splatoon out of the water in every regard. They honestly look basic in comparison. It's a paradigm shift for sure once you experience RDR2's level of customization. Everything else starts to feel smaller.

The player character all this customization is applied to, and I simply cannot stress this enough, is a 36 year old, 6'3" smoker weighing well over 200 pounds, with facial hair thicker than a sheepdogs, forearms like gnarled tree trunks and a dark, dense forest of body hair covering every reasonable surface. His skin is pocked and marred with scars from a rugged, nomadic lifestyle, and his teeth are the colour of cornbread. He has a thick southern accent, is a known mean drunk and knows how to skin pretty much any North American animal. He has never worn deodorant, flossed or moisturized. He eats canned beans, fruit and the like by simply pouring them into his mouth and gulping, often while walking or riding a horse at full gallop.

I can think of NO better use case for such customization. Not some fresh-faced little twink, not some busty anime babe. Just a gross, hairy, unwashed homeless dude with crippling self esteem issues and a chest broader than a barrel laid lengthwise. A non fashion-centric game, certainly a non-fashion centric character, but for some reason the best clothing and customization system ever concieved, bar none. What the fuck.

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that