Call me Ips if you’d like.(They/Them, Ace & Queer.)I make games people don’t play, write ttrpg adventures people can’t begin, and write fanfics people won’t read (for the most part).Trust me: this is all more fun than it sounds! hehe.I have unimaginatively named sideblogs for fanfic updates & rambles, and for my oc stuff.Ask if you want a link to those- & if you’re a mutual, feel free to ask for my discord.
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if you're on instagram get off that thing and go outside
if you're on tumblr hold fast and keep scrolling soldier
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The blade is your implement. You'll need it if you want to do this right.
hit the slay button!!!
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the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away
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reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from
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grabs your ankles in a dark cavern and gives you drugs and recites orphic plays while I wave a candle in front of your face going "ITS WORKING"
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I think a lot about sound, thanks to working nights.
You learn to pay attention to sound when you're all alone at night. Nothing makes a sound without a source, a reason, and as such you notice immediately when a sound is out of place.
For example, when you boot up HWBM and start up a new L-T run, you hear a variety of sounds, which I believe to be the tidal reactor screaming along at its unregulated and illegally modified state.
Similarly, there's... I think bass, or maybe cellos, playing through the track Cradle's Graces, that elevates it beyond merely being a song about the beauty and glory of Pluto and the Crun Macula
The deep voices strings, so low and quiet in the mix that they can't be heard on cheap, small speakers, and those strings are VITAL. It changes the tone, makes it into an anthem and a dirge for the MF Space Program all at once, singing their hopes for the future and sobbing their regrets for its death
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im not sure what the intended impact of misericorde was supposed to be but it probably wasn’t making harsh asceticism an aesthetically appealing notion and causing me to think churches are ten times prettier
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One of those cycles where you just wake up and have to sit on the edge of your bed for like 30 minutes
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he could've just named the horse. seems like they weren't doing a whole lot in that desert. he had time
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