#I had a decent game I think

[bsaka7]

BEAT AN UNDEFEATED TEAM AND I FEEL LIKE MY TEAM MATES LIKE ME AND A HOT GIRL WHO I PLAYED AGAINST AND THOUGHT WAS HOT IN COLLEGE WAS NICE TO ME #FRISNATION

[stealingpotatoes]

hii u convinced me to play jedi fallen order and survivor a few months back n i finally finished both games !!

I went into the games knowing nothing about them other than what u had in ur drawings and so i was incredibly blind playing and that lowkey made it better :)

i also assumed that Cere was gonna betray everyone or turn evil bc i never saw her in ur TL4J au (now i know why she isnt which is great 🙃👍)

overall 10/10 that was awesome n i'm so glad i decided to play them !!

ah i'm so glad you enjoyed them, they're SUCH good games!!!!! the stories are amazing even when you know the twists but MY GOD do those moments hit hard when you don't know they're coming, you rlly played it the best way

[skrrtscree]

GUESS WHAT I DID??

My attempt/prediction of ryojis HD sprites!

[eveningrainstorm]

here's to the tulpar's final voyage

plain versions of the pictures:

plus a couple of alternate versions:

[roorreer]

I think maybe we should apologize for acting that way about Mass Effect Andromeda when at the very least they knew better than to write well loved characters they'd never worked with before

[corpocyborg]

(so... uh... how far into dai do you have to get before it starts being good?)

[mokeonn]

I fucking hate the tetris effect so much. Like oooh lemme play this funnie little card game rogue-like, ooh it's so fun it's gonna be the only game I play for weeks now, oooh what do you mean I'm fucking duplicating multi-card holographic sevens in my dreams

[vimbry]

I wonder what the secret sauce is that separates work worthy of public ridicule and work worthy of respect. of course, this is completely subjective and dependent on how each individual responds to different things emotionally, both internally and in their external behaviour. so there probably isn't one sure-fire way of escaping the notion of "cringe", especially since you can never please everybody and honestly cringe culture is stupid, anyway.

I think of this concept a lot, bc there's plenty of earnestly-made art out there that people may consider too "overanalytical" for its subject matter. you know, imagine your standard deviantart-hosted comic or writings about a children's video game series that takes the world way beyond its original tone, or categorises things in a way that the source material likely never intended anyone to care about. there's a very (in)Famous comic along these lines that I'm sure came to a lot of your minds right now that was mercilessly torn apart online, long before the creator did anything actually morally despicable.

the most noticeable thing to elevate work above "cringe" is definitely having competent skills. if you can prove you've put the effort in on the technical side, then this usually makes your art more acceptable, compared to a more crude amateur or beginner, which is somehow a bad thing to be.

but there also seems to be some sort of rule that if you pepper enough irony or self-awareness into the work, it becomes palatable regardless of skill or subject matter? and that's no criticism of art that does this. "mr boop" could be defined as ironic, and I love that thing. but you have to do something, whether it's evident in the style, or the artist's demeanour, to show you're not That serious about this. you don't care That much about what you're making or anything. it's just interesting that you seem to have to put yourself down first before you can be seen to openly enjoy anything.

[starshipoftheseus]

this will spark normal and sane discussion i am sure

[skyhawkstragedy]

Lowkey I see the reactions to Chelsie’s game and the many different interpretations of it and the first thing I think of is “huh… this is how Tyler Crispen stans felt back in bb20”

[malwarechips]

i think its kinda funny (now ive gotten over my fear of arti at least i used to be so fucking sad abt this) that a lot of ppl thought arti was decently easy and spears was really hard meanwhile i was the COMPLETE opposite. spear master my beloved arti my beloathed

[bl-bracket]

I'm so curious if you'd ever considering running a bracket for big beautiful brown eyes

I've had some ideas for some appearance based polls in the past (like big baby cow eyes) but the problem is that I can't figure out a way to run them that feels right? idk I'm not saying that they're bad conceptually, in fact I'd be pretty interested in one ngl, but it feels like a different type of thing then what I'm doing here? if that makes sense? idk my favorite type of bracket to run has to do with like character tropes and whatnot, which this feels like a departure from in a way? and idk I might have to adjust some of the structure of the bracket too, at least in phrasing and how to do stuff like prelims. also the topic is pretty broad, with like most of the characters in bl qualifying, which complicates things for even submissions, so I feel like it would be best done split up into smaller pools of stuff to draw from (like by country or year or something else)

short answer: maybe but probably not cause it feels like a departure from what I'm doing but I also like the concept and would definitely promote anyone else who chose to do it!

[graff-aganda]

Reminiscing about my HOA phase again. . .

[icewindandboringhorror]

Lineup of all of the characters that appear long enough to need a visual representation of them in the game lol

[blorbologist]

briarwoods!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cadaver, cross, century

[I'm LATE but this idea hit me while crossing the road. like a car. and it's maybe MOSTLY Delilah but she's constantly thinking about Sylas it's ok]

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Delilah can’t say she’s bored. She really can’t. But - oh. The cemetery is tempting.

If it’s bodies she wants - and of course she wants, from the head of this table, with an entire city at her disposal - she can want them and then have them. Brought to her: already dead, or alive, or in-between. Or down the secret stairs, in the crypts, neatly labeled samples. Or in the servant’s quarters, where she could choose a body herself and redistribute the staff. 

All the funding of the assembly means little compared to this wealth, this absolute wealth, of cadavers. Enough to test the limits of her control - to find those lines malleable. And fresh, so fresh, in whatever state she wants. 

But she wants the cemetery. 

So: here she is, soft shoes muddied, sweat at her back. And it’s underwhelming. The markers are in wobbling rows, skirting ground too rocky for graves. 

(Rexxentrum’s graveyards are neat. Efficient in their use of space; they only take urns. Tiny, cramped urns. Far too small.)

Whitestone is a well-trained city by now, brought to heel. It watched politely, quietly as she walked, and probably averts its eyes as she walks, feeling the dead underneath, around, everywhere. Or maybe little people try their very best to peer through the fog, to glimpse the Lady of the city seeks on such a night.

You see - no, do look. You see, it is very difficult to get away with grave robbery near Rexxentrum. Or several miles outside it. Even within reasonable distance of most major roads. Which is such a shame when decomposition is a fascinating process, one so heavily influenced by the size of the corpse and the content of its insides and how it is buried. 

Delilah almost floats over the loamy ground. At what point is a body beyond even her talents? Is it a matter of time, or preservation? To the best of her knowledge, a minimum amount of material from the same individual is needed - but how degraded could they be? She’s never really had the sample size to experiment before.

(Decomposition begins as the body begins to eat itself. Then the littlest creatures begin to eat it, too. Everyone so hungry for it, so hungry. Three days later and there is bloat, and fluid, and flies, and maggots. And he looks just like any of her bodies, and he looks wrong.)

She peruses the markers with a smile. Cute, in wood or stone, they are fashioned into sunbeams pouring over where the deceased’s head should be. One for date of birth, one for their name, and one describing when and how they died. Sometimes another with a short message, but she really only cares for the cause of death.

(A few are broken, crooked. Made into crosses; made into wooden daggers. Pretty, petty threats. Cause of death: nothing, never, he did not die, he will not.)

For centuries she walks. Down one row, up the next. Consumption. Lethargie. Accident, accident, accident. Erathis’ judgment. Tympany. Coffin birth - oh, interesting. Here there is not a marker but a shovel, at the head of an empty grave. Flanked by another, another, another. They’ve been busy. 

She peeks in. Shame - nobody. No body yet. 

(In a fit, she had bought a plot for him. For her. So he could have something, even if she failed him. And she did. Until she didn’t anymore. Now it probably sits empty.)

Her heart is too loud, baying in this quiet. Delilah inhales. Exhales. Petrichor and moss and a whiff of her own perfume. Heel, she wills it. Heel. It would do her no good to worry Sylas, if he listens for her.

(They would fit neatly in one of the graves, in any of them. Six feet and Sylas would help her down with a hand. The dirt would be cool; he would be colder. A burial just for them, only moving things in this cemetery.)

When she is confident her blood is as still as it can be, as close to death as she can be between breaths - when she is here and now and not then and there. Only then does she reach for the nameless dead and make them move.

[vampirebiter]

its actually insane how until dawn became so popular and had a pretty notable impact on horror games and contributed to the popularization of modern horror appropriating * when it's so like. blatantly racist to and appropriating of native cultures. like even if you ignore for a moment the major elephant in the room with its appropriation and racism, there's still more than enough to make you question it