By Miguel Lopez and Tom Parkinson Morgan
15,000 years in the future, a post-post-apocalyptic humanity has begun to colonize the stars, re-connecting with civilizations founded by ancient escapees from Earth and creating new empires. Amid kings, culture clash, and powerful corporation-states, "Lancers" pilot infinitely customizable mechs in the fight for a new future.
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
I have talked about it before, but independant artists, and by extension independant TTRPG designers like myself and my team, live and die by their social media presence. We can't afford a lot of advertising, if any, and so we rely not only on word-of-mouth advertisement, but also just the good will of our audience. Like another designer @cavegirlpoems put it, we're basically busking, putting our art out for everyone and hoping for voluntary donations, donations which I writing this am reliant on as a disabled designer who can't work a normal job.
If you can't pay, you can still have it for free, and something that can be just as helpful is reblogging the posts of artists like myself. I'll demonstrate with a screenshot from our itch.io page for the open beta for Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy.
(and on these days, it was only about 6 or 7 people who did the reblogging.)
As you can see, reblogs mean more people see our game, which means more downloads (and sometimes even payments), downloads mean more people play our game and more people see our game in the itch.io algorithm, which means more views, which means more downloads, which means more and so on and so on. But, it all starts with you reblogging our posts, and without that, we're stagnate. It doesn't matter if you have 1,000 followers or 10, your reblog means that our posts reach corners of tumblr that wouldn't have seen it otherwise.
Myself and others are reliant on a 2-second reblog to be able to support ourselves as artists, you and your 10 followers are where it starts.
Okay, but I took it over to the national forest a few weeks ago, and the ranger was totally fine with it over there.
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Yeah. I made a reservation and everything. The guy I talked to on the phone said it was fine. Spot 27. Recreational vehicle.
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It’s a mech. Hiking chassis. Look, I’ve got the licensure documents right here. State inspection, registration, the whole nine yards. Fully de-mil. Asphalt safe, tree safe, zero emissions, low sound, civvie reactor—
—dude, dude—just calm down, okay? It’s—would you just—
It’s a coldcore. Coldcore. It runs cleaner than that truck you’re sitting in. What, do you think I’m carrying around uranium or something? Come on, man, give me a little credit.
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Yeah, it’s running now.
Oh, no—man, come on, it’s shielded. Just—
i love poison omelette
rb to take prev to the aquarium
reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai
i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.
don't talk to robots. full stop.
Twitter has been posting exclusively from the trenches of Europa today
i cant stop drawing her as a dog…
i referenced like eight billion pinterest posts
saw a yog i like, said. ‘wowee thats so her core’ and drew it. smileys
not to sound like a perv, but i'd play with your hair and listen to your problems
Every time someone tells me they hate Shakespeare (which is frequently, bc people who hate Shakespeare r usually very proud of it and they need to tell me immediately when they learn that I'm a Shakespeare actor) I enact a sort of self contained stoic ritual where I remind myself that I do not need to be defending the most read and lauded and hegemonic English writer of all time even though I KNOW that they've only half-read Romeo and Juliet when they were 14 in a lame English class and formed a grudge and never changed their opinion. I have that knowledge and I allow it to wash over me and leave me undisturbed