#Notable Builds

[quirinah]

ummmmmmm guys this dungeons looking a little dark here..........................ummmm..... hello??? guys??

[blaiddraws]

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Emmet's.... having a time.

i need to stop going really far into shading random panels it's,, taking time. it's FUN but it takes Time 😔

[caliburn-the-sword]

i keep seeing opinions about tvd on tiktok without my consent. make it STOP i've had ENOUGH. i will no longer be taking ANY opinions about juliette cai from anyone that isn't from asian diaspora unless they're correct. like yeah juliette did all those things. and???? one of the main complaints i see is "she's too annoying" "she's a brat" stfu you don't get her like I DO. there are INTRICASIES and LAYERS and i'm explaining NONE of them. i am juliette cai's number one defender

[mumblesplash]

season 9 has been amazing but i’m kinda excited to be around for the beginning of a hermitcraft season, they were well into the empires crossover arc when i started watching double life (which was pretty much my introduction to mcyt in general) so this is gonna be my first time actually being around for the early game

[mariocki]

Blood Beach (1980)

"You got any opinions on it?"

"None that I'd care to say out loud."

"You and me both."

[semi-good-artist]

Ok so, ive seen some people on here draw their Wynncraft characters/ocs and that looked like fun. So heres mine!

Balaís is an acolyte Shaman (which is a really fun archetype, i can redommend it). he sits currently at level 75, as my highest level playthrough

Anyway, time to talk design. I hate drawing armor so you only get pauldrons, the armor is changing a lot anyway during my game so... the other equipment should be acounted for. The portal encounter is based on me standing in the portal for a minute and getting disappointed. while the golem parts are from me not following the wynn-OSHA regulations for production safety.

Also this is propaganda to get you to play Wynncraft

[theramblingvoid]

I think the biggest thing about Sunless Skies that gives it a different feel than Fallen London (other than the obvious gameplay differences) is the position of your player in the universe. In Flondon, your character is important and singular. The storyline is oriented around mastery and influence: starting from the bottom and climbing to the top, gaining recognition and reach as you unravel the world's secrets. While social play is encouraged, there are few in-game characters comparable to the PC, and in many plotlines the idea of being the only or the first one to accomplish a certain thing is specifically emphasized. The story is about what path you take to Make Your Name.

In Sskies, that goal is not absent, but there's a sense of...fleetingness, that never quite leaves you. There are many others like you. You see their entries in the cache logs, they are mentioned in the ports and pubs, you find their frozen bodies littering the open void like stones. It is the very first thing you know when you start: you are a Captain filling the shoes of a predecessor, and in all likelihood simply keeping them warm for the next to come after you, and the next. Your time is limited. Your significance to the wild, vast, ancient skies is negligible. The drive in the story comes from this: Your space in this universe is small and hard fought. Make it count.

[thelastarchangelaskblog]

If you guys recall the post I made a few days ago about the hypothetical love child of Draco and Michael? This is entirely the brain child of my readers and I'm just having fun watching the chaos unfold.

@dissensyon was amazing enough to actually draw what this child would look like! And @merlin-arsonist named this child Cepheus.

This is what writing is all about.

[apollos-boyfriend]

i’m under the genuine belief that there is nothing more fucked up and evil than the fact that you have to WALK THROUGH OTHER CLASSROOMS to get to yours in our animation building

[mantisgodsdomain]

We do think that Riz is a gynandromorph of some description, especially since damselfly sexual dimorphism tends to be pretty distinct and he's displaying a very unconventional morph for a damselfly of any flavor. He would have no goddamned clue what that would mean, of course, and he probably wouldn't care about it if you told him, but he's definitely got something going on there.

[ruruas]

I think the reason why people will obsess over and like certain media even if they know themselves that its objectively flawed is because worldbuilding/character-building is such an important aspect of what draws people into certain media.

My two examples of this (to explain what I mean) are going to be the video game Raidou Kuzunoha vs. The Soulless Army (2006) and the book May We Be Forgiven by A. M. Hommes (2012). In my opinion, both of these are very good pieces of media, but have glaring objective flaws that I overlook because I love them so much.

RK's problem is that the gameplay drags the game down, alongside vague characters and a 'it's alright' kind of plot. But the premise of a demon-summoning detective in 1920s Japan, and the aesthetic and world that come with it is so enchanting, so interesting that it's one of my favorite video games of all time, and to this day I pray for a remake or sequel.

May We Be Forgiven has such rich, descriptive writing that the fact that this is an almost 500-page book with only one notable event (at the beginning) doesn't really matter, because the internal mind and external life of Harold Silver (the protagonist) is made to be so interesting by how witty and talented Hommes is as a writer.

It's fascinating, really. I really think that people should be giving more credit to the 'vibe' of a work, because sometimes, that's all it takes for someone to get hooked!

[robustcornhusk]

more complaining but easier for me to ignore/funnier:

toured a rental for slaw; it looked great! i really hope she gets it! not going to get my hopes up though! super cute and bright and well maintained upstairs (the kitchen even has a skylight!), and there's an attached garage and a pretty clean walk-out basement below, and the owner seems conscientious. that part wasn't a problem!

took a video of it to send to slaw, sent it, went about my day. a few hours later, unprompted, their parents started sending anxious texts about the basement, and then had a three-way call with us and slaw. "[slaw], you said you didn't want laundry in the basement!" "no, you didn't want me to have laundry in the basement."

[giantkillerjack]

I miss my shitty sisters so much. I am feeling the family trauma sharp and harsh today. I woke up from a long anxiety dream again. One of the ones where I'm eternally just trying to get a ride home, and my family just can't seem to give me that. There's always one more thing before I can be allowed to go home. My wife is never in these dreams for long because then she'd help me and the dream would no longer be about family anxiety.

This time, I had fallen asleep in real life with my CPAP machine mask on, so the dream was less severe and not about how I couldn't breathe. In fact, I even had nice moments with my family in this dream. Me and my sisters - especially my older sister who was horribly ableist and emotionally abusive to me - seemed to make up. She didn't apologize or anything, but in the dream, I gave in and invited her to hang out with me. And in a way, it was nice. We watched TV together again like we used to. All three of us. Like in some of my very happiest memories of home.

I think that's why waking up felt so painful to me. Because that comfort was ripped away and replaced with the reality that if I invited my sisters and I to have that again, then there is nothing to stop the same pattern of abuse from occurring for the hundredth time. I would become too depressed to eat, then I would become anemic and suicidal again. I refuse to be that hungry every again on their account. I have this eating disorder because of my sister's abuse, and I will not open myself up to undoing all my hard work on my partial recovery just because I miss her.

But gods, I miss her. I miss my little sister too. I miss having a family that feels whole. I miss my old house which is now sold and never to be the place of comfort it was again. I miss feeling like everything was okay between us.

But everything was never truly okay. So much of the extreme conflict we had was from me developing boundaries against bad treatment for the first time in my life. Of refusing to be treated in the ways they had always treated me.

I gave my big sister dozens of second chances, and she blew through all of them with the absolute confidence of a person who believes they will never stop receiving chances. I warned her that there was a limit, I told the rest of the family how much it hurt that they kept insisting I repair the relationship no matter how it affected me - no matter if it had me begging forgiveness for how I reacted to being abused. So much demand to apologize for making space for myself to be away from them so I could be safe or for - gods forbid - shouting about how their ableism endangered the lives of me and my wife. Shouting! How utterly evil to yell when one's life is threatened! Better to bear it with a smile and agree that actually you ARE just dramatic, right??? 🙄

I realized that there simply was no upper limit to the amount of emotional and ableist abuse I could receive from her, from my parents, or from my younger sister that would not result in the other members of the family insisting it is my responsibility to make myself available to repair the relationship. The wholeness of the family unit was more important than the wholeness of me.

So even if I miss them, even if I am sad how sad they are missing me, how sad my parents are that I won't speak to them, even though I still truly love them... I have an inner child inside of me that I will NOT allow them to make hungry and hurt and guilty and confused again! I deserve so much better than how they've treated me! My wife and my friends have proven that!

I am allowed to have grief and boundaries simultaneously. What I grieve is not my choice to make distance - I do not regret this decision, as it is the reason I have been slowly able to get healthier rather than sicker these past 2 years - I grieve that I was treated so poorly that I had no choice but to cut them off.

I grieve it truly and deeply and even in my sleep. I wailed in my bed this morning from the crushing weight of the waves of grief. I let them wash over me. And I let myself feel them. I survive, still breathing, and I continue to sail somewhere new.

[thirteens-earring]

book I’m reading: a lot of people experiencing mental health crises turn to libraries which are unable or unwilling to meet their needs

me: alright yeah

book: this is because we got rid of the asylums. open the asylums

me: um

[serpentmessmer]

truly truly hate the feeling of being really into something and loving it and then feeling discouraged because youre not enjoying it "the right way"

[academicgangster]

thinkpiece about the death of camera angles in current cinema