#also they're not the one into interior design That's Me i am the one w books on it and a YT history full of it like is it THAT hard to admit

[pondscummy]

another petty one. my roommate I'm most mad at has tried to telling that I'm wrong about the definition of both mullet and kitsch. the mullet one was after a hairstylist and I talked about what we should do w my hair and she suggested and gave me a mullet and then my roommate tried to tell me that no one wore mullets anymore and I was like they're extremely popular w queer people rn and you've had one for a while and they argued w me despite having hair that looked just like this pic that comes up when I search for mullet.

the kitsch one was that I was talking about how I don't like kitschy decor and they argued that all my decor is kitschy and I was genuinely offended bc I don't care if other people have that style and enjoy it but it's not mine and they Insisted they were right even after I pulled up the definition and was like if someone isn't doing this on purpose that *is* considered an insult???

and if I google for examples like. this vs. how I decorate are not the same. girl these are very very different.

[eccentric-nucleus]

anyway now that i've finished-for-now the barajam thing i'm thinking about what kind of game i want to work on next. ideally one that's a little less writing-heavy, b/c coding mechanics is on the whole kind of easier than writing tens of thousands of words for various scenes.

the broader issue is about... what it's even worth making? like. oh man i like to joke about how terrible gamers are (see also: many of the stream forum threads on dwarf fortress) but it's like, why should i invest years of my life working towards making something for these people? why should i invest years of my life towards anything, really. tho obviously that gets into the expectation of an audience. generally speaking i don't really think of the stuff i make as being made for anybody else, really? i guess it's nice when people like it, but, that's not really the thing i'm looking for. still not really sure what the thing i'm looking for is

but anyway games as a constructed artifact tend to be closer to something that's inherently 'for' other people, even just in terms of like... ui, control expectations, etc. this is not the 90s where you can get away with a game that has a manual that outlines the 50 custom actions assigned to random keys. but that's just 'expectation of audience' from another angle. you can do anything you want, but people only engage with what they're willing to put up with

anyway all of that is kind of a tangent

when i think about what's impressive or noteworthy about a game, something that i'd like to replicate in my own work, it's usually something to do with flexibility and structure? a mechanic that's more expansive than you might expect, an overarching system that responds well to weird things, a map generator that clear is doing something more than random noise. everything about the dwarf fortress "simulate an entire world for a thousand years so that you can figure out what kind of fish imports this society has", that kind of thing. it's impressive because it's expansive and shows off an attention to detail, to the kinds of things that usually get elided from the simplistic models of the world you usually see in video games.

but i think that just draws attention to a more fundamental question of like, is that impressive? is the theoretical goal here a total replication of the real world, only tunable? is that what we want out of videogames? already i feel kinda weird about just making escapist pornography or w/e, and video games as an escape from the nightmare of reality is kind of recurring refrain. see: all those 'cozy' games. stardew valley cutting out meat animals b/c that would be upsetting. that kind of thing. a video game does create a whole fictional universe that you can sit in for as long as you find it compelling. do i really want to strive for something that's ideally compelling? these things are already so frequently just skinner boxes tuned to extract the most gameplay time possible from every user.

(i've kinda posted before about how when i've been working on procgen stuff i've sometimes stumbled into the more 'practical' side: text synthesis for use creating spam; ad-hoc interior design models for use in targeting critical underground infrastructure with missile strikes, etc. it kinda makes me sink to think about, you know, the boundless creativity of the human race being used just to make people's lives worse, & that kind of thing has definitely tempered my desire to actually... make anything. but that's not really a fight you can win by refusing to participate.)

aaaanyway probably what i am going to work on next is something that i might try to make personally meaningful to me? instead of just weird porn?? we'll see how that goes. making stuff is hard.

[imhereforbagels]

Tubbo x Tim drake: Written By the-hoely-bleach and i'm-here-for-bagels

A/N: I know we’re mixing up the timeline on the DSMP side, we don’t care, it doesn’t matter

Tubbo pulls his suit jacket tighter around himself, wishing not for the first time that he’d brought a heavier coat. Really what business did any place have being this cold so early in autumn?

He shakes his head. Focus. He runs through a small checklist in his mind. Ranboo freaked out and disappeared yesterday, and no one can find him. Tubbo had paid Purpled to track him here. Michael is safe with Captain Puffy. Quackity is handling Tubbo��s paperwork. Dream and Technoblade are going to attack L’Manberg 

tomorrow. Ranboo is a traitor. Tubbo doesn’t care. 

Okay. Find Ranboo. Get him home. Fight a war. Easy.

Tubbo stands at the door to the biggest, most official looking building he can find. Some kind of skyscraper with a big W and the word “Wayne” underneath. Surely someone here would know something. Or at least could point him in the right direction. He walks in.

Tubbo thinks someone went really overboard with the interior design. They have an indoor fountain. Who has an indoor fountain? There’s rich-looking people milling around in fancy suits, who Tubbo doesn’t even consider approaching. He turns his attention to the receptionist deck. A lady in a nice button up blouse and big black glasses is typing at her computer. A man in a 3 piece suit is standing next to her. They look to be in an intense conversation.

“I just got the email earlier that the galla flowers have been delivered but when I looked at them they're in the wrong color ” the girl stated.

“Well shit, we need to fix that or Bruce will be pissed,” the man states. 

“Excuse me,” Tubbo starts, “I’m looking for someone and I’m wondering if you could help me.”

The woman startles, composing herself quickly. “Did he come in here? I could have security look for them.”

Tubbo winces. “Well that’s the thing, I’m not sure. I just know he’s somewhere around here and this building looks important. Guy’s pretty hard to miss if that helps; around seven feet tall, lanky bastard too.”

“Sounds like my brother,” the man laughs. 

“Ah, well he isn’t exactly from here,” Tubbo flaps his hand idly, at his side, “Actually, where is here? I just walked into a portal and now I’m here.”  

The man looks at the boy with a little confusion and a little excitement, though Tubbo has no idea why, “Well that’s not too common here, but I know someone who can help you, go to the Bat Burgers at 10pm. Someone will be there to meet you.” 

“Uh, alright I guess,” the boy president says, internally contemplating the odd restaurant name, “Whereabouts would that be? Like I said, not from here. And also you didn't answer my question. Where the hell am I?” Tubbo has to admit, he’s 

getting a little irritated; his country is on the brink of war, his best friend, who he thought was fucking dead until a few days ago, is allied with Technoblade of all people, and now his husband has gone missing. He’s kind of at the end of his rope.

“It’s on the other side of town, all you will have to do is go to your left out the doors and walk 12 blocks east and take a right and another 5 blocks to the north and it will be on your left hand side.” The man in the 3 piece suit responds.

“12 blocks east, turn right, then five blocks north, got it,” Tubbo mumbles to himself, “Oh, what can I call you by the way? Sorry, been a long week.”

“My name is Timothy but everyone calls me Tim. And this sweet lady next to me,her name is Barbara. I am the C.O.O of Wayne Ent. And Barbara Is our Treasurer.” He hands Tubbo a card. “This is my business card. Call me if you have any issues.” 

Tubbo glances at the card before stuffing it into his pocket. “Thanks, man. I’ll, uh, see you around, I guess.” He gives an awkward wave excusing himself, rubbing absently at the burn scars on his face.

Tim’s POV: 

“Barbara let’s go into my office” Tim states and they head to his office and shut the door. 

“Barbara, did you see the scars on his face”

“Yes I did, Tim. Are we going to address the fact that he’s part of the goat?”

“Well I didn’t want to be rude, I just also assumed he's one of Jokers' failed projects.’’

“Is that why you're going to meet him tonight on patrol?”

“Yeah I’ve got to make sure he’s not a new villain coming to rain terror on Gotham.”

“That’s probably smart, we can’t have another joker running around.” 

“Let's stop dwelling on this and get back to work. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.”

     ..…………*time skip*…………..

(Tim as Red Robin) 

Tim stands on top of the Bat Burgers building ready for the meeting. He does a quick once over to make sure he has everything he needs to fight the strange child if need be. Tim then jumps off the building to meet him. 

Tim sees the child sitting in a booth trying to look all professional.He finally takes a good look at the small child. He’s wearing a suit that is two sizes too big. He has horns that stick straight out of his shaggy poorly cut hair. He can tell that he's trying to hide all of the goat parts of himself. He’s wearing a pair of shoes that clearly don't fit his hooves. As Tim analyzes his face it takes all of his self restraint to not burst out laughing at the sight of the child trying to seem like an adult. Tim opens the door and waves at the waitresses as they look so excited to see him. He continues to walk over to the child. He takes a seat across from the mutant child. 

“I’m Red Robin. I heard about your little predicament. I’m here to help you to the best of my abilities. So tell me what you need.”

The kid nods, taking a breath. “I’m looking for my husband. As far as I can tell he went through the same portal I did, so he must be around here somewhere. He’s stupid tall, void black on his right side, ghast white on his left, he’s got horns, basically he doesn’t look human at all. You notice when he’s around.” 

Though he hides it well, Tim can see the boy’s nerves. His hands shake on the table and his breathing is showing that he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. All though he is actively trying to calm himself down. Tim reaches across the table and grabs his shoulder. 

“Son, we will try to find your husband as fast as we can. I understand how this must be hard for you.”

“I’m not your son, I don’t appreciate being talked down to.” He sniffs, all tough, but all Tim can see is a child in over his head. “I am the president of a small country you know,” he mutters in a defiant tone.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I’m just trying to help. Tell me a little more about your husband. With what little information I have, I can't really help you. Is there any place he would go? Or anything here that would seem familiar to him?”

The boy drums his fingers on the table. “Uh.. His name is Ranboo, he-“ he swallows, a slight waver entering his voice, “Honestly, he’s probably just wandering around. He isn’t great with directions.” A hand wanders up to rub at the scars and he starts to rock slightly back and forth, before seeming to catch himself and straightens back up. “He likes dark places? I think he’d probably try to bunker down somewhere and hide.” 

Tim notices that the child is trying to not say too much. He decides to take the information he’s been given and start the search.

“So before we get started might i have your name. I have given you mine. Just as a customary greeting, I like to know the people i'm working with.”

“Oh, right,” the kid huffed out a laugh, maybe a bit embarrassed, “It’s Tubbo. Tubbo_Beloved.” Tubbo runs a hand through his hair, letting Tim get a good look at his horns. “So where do you wanna start, big man?”

“Alright Tubbo let’s get this search party started.” 

The two boys start out walking around the city looking for Ranboo. They walk around Old Gotham. They stealthily walk around until Tim gets a call on his comm. 

Tim tells Tubbo he will be right back as he walks away to answer his comm. 

“hello.”

“Tim I have this strange being in the batcave in the holding pod. I don’t know what to do with him.” 

“Jason, what does he look like?” Tim says with haste.  

“He has like white skin and a black skin as his other half. He’s kinda creepy.” 

“I have someone who has been looking for him here.”

“Well knock him out and bring him here.” 

“I will.’’

Jason then hangs up. 

“Hey Tubbo!” Tim yells as he runs back over. “I'm sorry about this” Tim says as he sprays a sleeping mist in Tubbo’s face 

Tubbo falls as Tim grabs him before he hits the ground. He ties him up and takes him back to the Batcave.

@the-hoely-bleach

[6okuto]

the interior design hcs idea is so cool?? u also seem like a really nice person 🥺

anyway if you’re still taking recs, my oc’s name is haseul. she’s korean and 23, three years younger than felix. she usually dyes her hair but rn it’s burgundy and mid back length. she’s kind of an asshole and VERY blunt, always frowning/scowling + she talks really fast and curses like a sailor. she likes wearing skirts and dresses the most, likes to wear makeup. she has a huge family like. 6 siblings but she’s not very close to her parents. she has her own apartment and hates minimalism, has the most random shit lying around but is also a neat freak. is this enough for hcs idk help 😭

note from nia: i am so sorry this took longer than i thought it would😭 help . u guys are so nice do u want me to cry and throw up. anyway ur oc sounds like a girlboss but like,, in the cool way. PLS i love to see it fr!! (if smth doesn't fit w her apartment,, erm...ignore it . pretend she's the one that moved MSSHFJ)

they move in together and felix has never appreciated something more than her hatred of minimalism.

have you seen this man and all of his things? it works out with haseul's own random stuff around the house—anytime they have friends over they act like it's a game and point out any and all of the new decor

i think they'd find a compromise between their aesthetics with like, darker wood and earthy tone/pastel decor and then felix gets his dark study (i don't want to think about apartment hunting for one with a study but i know they exist)

there's a place to hook jackets or scarves when you enter the living room (they're these cool looking key hooks)

possibly weirdly specific but i think they'd have an L shaped couch . i don't know why. it's a dark shade of brown and there's a bunch of muted pastel throw pillows

there's always a blanket or two because one of them falls asleep and the other covers them (and joins)

the coffee table has a permanent bowl of snacks they just refill

felix has a very interesting mix of aesthetic dark academia and also funky weird decor

did he put a very nice tall lamp up? yes. is there a mushroom lamp he found thrifting on the table below the tv? yes because "why wouldn't we be able to have both? they're both for ambient lighting"

there's some board game on the table and also,, you know those kind of weird but cute creature plushies? the ones that are like "oh he's just a funky guy." felix keeps buying them. they're all hanging out there for some reason

big fluffy brown rug. specific but needed

i think felix would love if haseul picked out some things that tied to her culture !! whether it's some pattern wall decor, flower pots, art, etc. he's happy to see her put them up :-)

felix's study is probably the darkest room aesthetically in the apartment

most of his,, weirder things are in there away from prying/judging eyes.

it's where he keeps his taxidermied animals, Crab Man, other weird creatures that probably should not exist

there's dark oak bookshelves on the far wall with a couple of book nooks in them that the two made—i just know this guy has a little section with books for haseul i know it (novels, botany books, etc.)

is it a hot take if i say he'd have a bean bag chair next to the sofa because that's what i'm saying

the sofa in his study also has a blanket, it's knitted and soft and sometimes he wraps himself in it while walking around

he has a moon lamp. he thinks it's so cool

he has this one locked drawer that he keeps things hidden away in. it's literally his fanfiction ideas and go-to spot for hiding gifts. haseul is still looking for the key

their bedroom is kind of cluttered but in like, a cozy way.

big comfy bed, sort of a rustic oak bedframe with light coloured bedding

there's a cool floral tapestry above it

little plants on the windowsill in cute pots. thank you

they have a desk + three-part mirror combo in front of their bed (like an unofficial vanity) with,, many things

there's a jewelry organizer, a smaller mirror for when they do eyeliner, a tiny crocheted plushie, backup earphones (this might be a specific problem for me with losing mine), a small fake plant, this random animal skull felix decided to put on it? he put a couple of rocks in the corner and left them there at some point

the wall above it has art prints/posters and a collection of sticky notes they keep leaving each other as reminders or doodles

the apartment has a balcony and it's small but one of their favourite places to be together

loveseat and a small wooden table,, boom you have outdoor seating

it's so pretty there's a little lamp on the table and hanging lights above the door

they have one of those small bluetooth speakers so they can play music outside

it's another reason why there always seems to be blankets in the living room—they end up bringing them outside when it's chilly

this is where they usually go to think or vent since it's calming and they get fresh air ( ´◡‿◡`)

general hcs

felix helping dye her hair or do eyeliner ohhh sorrow...pain...sorrow and pain /pos

the rants they have about their families. they just go back and forth like "oh my god, don't get me started on that,"

she was so blunt with her insults to escell that felix did a spit take. he finds her personality almost freeing sometimes just because he can rant and she's just like, "so true. fuck that guy"

at first her whole style vs personality thing kind of gave him whiplash?? but now he's just like "yeah that's her i love her. do you not?"

haseul walks in on felix eating his little olives in the kitchen at night and he can Feel the look she's giving him before he even turns around. he hears her "what the fuck" before facing her