#blinnk

[brightwingedbat]

"I'm a genius!"

"OH NO!"

[mabaki]

VS ART PARTY January 6th 2024! EU! Happy 1 year anniversry!

Let's play spot your blorbo!! (Names below)

Alright I dont feel like writing the names in the art soooo in no particular order (Okay bottom to top):

Conservator Babxi

Mineralogist Cosh

Gilaster

Reanimator Blegh

Agent B

Boom Bibi

Knight Of Arrogance

Kiaunn

Zygfryd Lasko

Maitiu Sunwielder

Dire Severclaw

Fiore Santi

Naiqueta

Arkadea

Goran Mistshaper

Ophelia Cordylata

Linus Ruinweld

Styfialdr Blackfyre

Airell

Prosthetist Blinnk

Big Women Big Fun

Enya (Snowball!)

Henry Kent

I think that's everyone... LMAO

Everyone's characters were so cool!!! Wish I could do all of them alkjsflkjdsjklfsdlfkj DANG IT LMAO See y'all next month!

[ecunderbase]

January 2024 VS Art-iversary!

Goran Mistshaper - @jadowdra Prosthetist Blinnk - @brightwingedbat Pyrifea - @praise-joko

[tinkerclaw]

"Do you have games on your Jade Bot?"

@hurricanenights - Grond Greyfell

@brightwingedbat - Prosthetist Blinnk

@ecunderbase - Mineralogist Cosh

@flower-crow - Linus Ruinweld

@rostomanologist - Electrician Lykke

Mostly practising hand/eye coordination by utilizing medium that doesn't erase, but also, +200 markers to chose from.

[ask-the-usa-manor]

*blinnk. blinkblink. blink.

*Canada continues to flutter his eyes at you.

*..He wants something. He’s clearly not gonna tell you what,but he wants something.

“Are you. Are you good, man?” America asked, eyebrows raised, “Are you having?? A seizure?? Should I. Should I do something? CPR? Does CPR work for seizures?”

“No,” Texas called from the other room.

“Hm. Alrighty. Well, looks like he’s not getting punched today.”

“…How do you think CPR wor—?”

[ryuatewater]

p..-pookie…..wh-why arent.. y-you.. answering me???.... *bites ur left arm*..um..- i-i... uh..- i-its not what it looks...like..!! *i trembled as i looked down and backed away.* t-this is not me... THUS IS NOT ME..!! *i looked up to see the the full moon and it was brighting.* p-pookie...ru-run away...from me...!! *I shouted as i kneeled to the ground* AGH..!!! RU...-RUN.!! I-IM...T-TOXKC...TH-THIS IS NOR ME..!! *i transformed into a dark alpha wolf that eats peoples alive because its a wolf that can walk* RAAH....!!!! I-.... * looked to my hands realizing that i did something wrong.* No...- no...no!!!.... this... THIS IS NOT...HAPPENING..!!!??. *i shouted as i felt a pain on every part of my body.* AGH..!! I-IM…D-DYINF.!!! *i blinnked then dozzed off.* rah.... roar..!! wheres fhat littlw btch.??

*the demon walks to find a person because its hungry* where is it... *the demon sang ugly because hes ugly ans hia dkc stinks*

WHY WONT YOU ANSWER..... ME..??!?!?..

*the demon shouted.who knew that u were not answering me.* ANSWER ME..! *i cried and sobbed inside* hush baby....im ur alpha...i will polroetct yiu.... *the demon starts to find that peraon who was not answering me. * where are you snookie poooka.. beoski.....???! *the wolf smelled something stinky.ans it smiled like you* aha.!! ¡ found you...

Are you okay

Wtf

Ive been laughing at this with my friend for an hour 😭😭😭

[gowithplana]

Prowl manifests from his own realm for a moment to pinch a prime's cheeks before fading back into the void.

Optimus blinnks, eyebrow raise. Then chuckles. Hello and Good-Bye again Prowl.

[indiegamelover]

🌟 BLINNK and the Vacuum of Space VR

[felixthethief]

video game accessibly feature idea

qte assistance for slow reflexes automatic output for whatever reason needed.

removal/increase for time limit things (really messes me up)

these would have the option to toggle on or off as well as fine tune to your specific desires.

ability to skip levels/portions to difficult. no more getting stuck on that one level. there’s a vr game called blinnk and the vacuum of space that does just this. no time limits and the ability to skip parts. all games should have that feature.

an area where you can practice certain mechanics and work on that. another difficult thing with games is some mechanics take awhile to get used to and may hinder the experience or progress. with this you can go to a side thing where you can choose a mechanic (maybe a qte or something) and practice with it until you’re good enough to use it in game.

[scottishgames]

Blinnk and the Vacuum of Space to Provide VR Experience for Autistic Players next January

Blinnk and the Vacuum of Space to Provide VR Experience for Autistic Players next January

Glasgow’s Changingday, a studio dedicated to creating VR experiences for autistic players, have announced their plans to release their debut title, Blinnk and the Vacuum of Space, on both SteamVR and Green Man Gaming next January. A Space for Everyone Blinnk has been designed with accessibility at its core; stepping into the stainless steel shoes of titular robot, players will take part in a…

[brightwingedbat]

Mom said it's my turn on the xbox

[bettyrightnow]

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO

[nicollekidman]

Taylor's not gay you stupid dyke

it feels so good to be seen….. i AM stupid and i DO love women :’) 

[sightrolls]

That’s right!!!! You better feel guilty!!!!!

Blinnk belongs to @knightofsecrets !

[painsandconfusion]

Growth

Waking Dreamer - Part Twelve

(tw: nightmare mention, implied stalking, not much else sorry loves!!)

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Aaron was sagging already as he stepped into the shop. He slipped off his jacket and froze as he saw a new face behind the counter.

…no. Not completely new.

Half new.

The guy with the kind eyes.

What was his name again?

Harold gave Aaron a bright smile, beckoning him in further. “Morning! Lookit who found me on my way in this morning - said he wanted a job, I gave it to him!”

Aaron blinnked, confused, but following his feet as they pulled him behind the counter with the two of them. 

Harold gestured between then. “Jeremiah, this is Aaron - Aaron, Jeremiah. I already showed him how to do opening - you want to get him prepped on the ground counts?”

“Um - I…y-yeah, yeah, I can do that.” Aaron tried for a small smile, still shaky from the night of dreams. 

Jeremiah smiled warmly back. “Good to officially meet you. I’m excited to work with coffee again.”

Aaron glanced between him and the espresso machine the man was tapping the portafilter from. “...you’ve worked at a shop before?”

Jeremiah hummed. “Sure - a few times, actually. I flit between jobs - always get bored after a while and move on. But I’ve always loved this.” He rinsed the filter out and started it filling with fresh ground espresso.

“...okay, um…let me see how good your pours are, then? Then I can get a feel for where you’re at…?”

Jeremiah laughed softly, tamping and clicking it into place. He poured out the milk and started steaming it as the machine pressed boiling water through the grounds, leaving a rich, thick stream of creamy gold. “I think I mostly need help figuring out how your system works - I got this much covered.” In seconds, he was pouring perfectly timed milk into the espresso. His movements were small and precise, yet flowing and graceful. Aaron binked as a swan framed by two olive branches flourished into being at the top of the cup. 

“...um. Yeah. Yeah, you’re….good for…this. Huh. Um…….yeah, I can show you the register-” He turned, pulling open the ipad they used and swiping through it as Jeremiah brought the latte out to the patron.

He returned shortly after, looking over Aaron’s shoulder at the menu. Jeremiah listened patiently, pausing to ask clarifying questions and confirming the routine for closing the register.

Out of all the training Aaron had done, this one was easily the quickest and simplest. Within ten minutes, they were just working side by side, coordinating setting up cups and taking orders. Jeremiah didn’t seem to have any issue finding fresh syrups in the back and offered to make a fresh batch when they started running low on hazelnut. Evidently he knew how to do that, too.

Strange.

Jeremiah was kind, though. He laughed at all Aaron’s jokes - even ones that were barely sarcasm. He made Aaron feel like he was someone bright and lovely. Someone worth listening to.

Within an hour, he was completely at ease with the man, talking and laughing and genuinely enjoying his shift. His exhaustion seemed to melt away at the older man’s support and warmth.

It took a surprising amount of time before Jeremiah finally asked, “So…what’s your Core Use?”

It was usually the first question after asking someone’s name. Like when you hit college and everyone is like ‘Where are you from? What’s your major? What dorm are you staying in?’ The amount of time Jeremiah took before judging Aaron by his Use was…oddly comforting. Like it didn’t really matter to him. 

Aaron gave an awkward shrug, stirring caramel into an espresso shot. “...It’s a dumb one.”

“Nah, no such thing,” Jeremiah softly prompted, taking the cup from him to pour out the milk.

“...It just doesn’t really matter. I can only access The Core when I’m sleeping. My dreams are lucid, and I have control over them.”

Jeremiah blinked at him. “...what, like…complete control?”

Aaron nodded along with another shrug. “I can change reality however I need to - but I can’t affect anything in the real world, and it’s not like I can really show anyone. Mostly it just leaves me exhausted. So. Kinda a dumb one.”

Jeremiah looked over him, contemplating. “...Well I think it’s a good Use. It’s a wonderful thing to play god - even if it’s on your own.”

Aaron sputtered a small laugh. “Nah - it isn’t even reliable. I’m no god.”

Jeremiah’s head tilted slightly. He corrected the scrutiny by prepping the next drink. “What do you mean it isn’t reliable? You lose focus in sleep or something?”

Aaron let out a sigh, chewing his cheek. 

He didn’t even know why he was telling Jeremiah this. Something about the man just put him at ease. And…he was probably just stressed anyway. Not like The Core had fully abandoned him….right?

“...It……hasn’t really….been working? The last few nights, anyway. I fall asleep and I can’t change anything. It’s…kinda scary. But. Probably just stress or something.”

Jeremiah was quiet a few seconds, movements getting a little slower as he set the cup to catch the espresso. “...Bad dreams?” he guessed.

Aaron hummed. Affirming. “Yeah…I…..I’m probably just getting freaked out by the dream and not focusing properly enough to manipulate a tendril.”

Jeremiah thought for several long seconds. “Can I ask what kind of dreams?”

Aaron sighed, ducking down to grab the bag of matcha from under the counter. “Just…I don’t know - bad dreams. All my dreams are like reality, so it’s just a normal day and then someone or another is hurting me, and….eventually I wake up. And nothing happened. And - I mean - I know it’s a dream because I’m not broken or bleeding or anything when I wake up, but…I don’t know. I think other people have it a little easier with their nightmares. They don’t seem real.” He pinches his lips together, cutting off that thought as he glances over Jeremiah’s eyes - locked onto his. “...I……..I’m sorry, that probably sounds…dismissive?”

Jeremiah frowned. “No no, I..understand what you mean. Sounds terrible.” He takes the matcha and scoops it into a mug with a shot of water, whisking. “...when The Core doesn’t come to you, is it that you can’t pull up a tendril or just that you can’t use it?”

Aaron started steaming the milk, desperate to keep his hands busy. “...um. Just that I can’t use it. Feels like I’m in the waking world or something. Can’t press it past the skin. But it gets close - so close I swear I can see the glow.”

Jeremiah hadn’t stopped whisking. I had to be blended by now, right?

“...Have you ever tried to grow your Use?”

Aaron’s eyebrows pinched, looking over him. “....tried what now?”

Jeremiah chewed his cheek, but let the whisk fall still, turning back to Aaron. “...okay, this….isn’t exactly common knowledge - nor should it be, so stay shut up about it, okay?”

Aaron blinked, looking over him. “I…um……okay?”

So serious all of a sudden - he was acting almost like a different person entirely.

Jeremiah took a deep breath, then let it press back out of him. “...some people - some - can stretch their Core Use a little. Learn to apply it to new things or use it in new ways.”

Aaron’s face screwed up, almost an incredulous smile. “No one’s ever done that.”

Jeremiah didn’t show any signs of smiling - the first time Aaron had ever seen his face completely serious - eyes devoid of smile.

“I used to only be able to create warmth.” He holds out his hand, palm up. A soft heat radiated from it. “From anywhere on my body, I can make heat. But now, with practice…” 

Aaron flinched back as a small ball of flame crackled to life in Jeremiah’s palm.

“It’s grown.”

Aaron swallowed, looking over him. 

…those….were two different Uses. He’d never met anyone with two??

“....how did you learn a second one??”

Jeremiah shook his head. “No. Not two. It’s the same one. I’m just…bending the rules a bit. Just stretching the definition of ‘heat’ until it does what I want it to do.”

Aaron stared, fixated and almost frightened as Jeremiah’s fingers curled around the flame, snuffing it out.

“......how….how long did it take you to learn that??” Aaron’s eyes snapped back up to Jeremiah’s. Desperately trying to piece together the answer to this puzzle.

Jeremiah shrugged. “My whole life. I’ve never stopped practicing.”

Aaron swallowed, tentatively turning back to the steamed milk and pouring it over the matcha. As if that wasn’t the craziest thing he’s ever seen.

His hands were shaking now.

“...and…uhm……why are you telling me this?”

Jeremiah hesitated, but gave the smallest shrug, moving to keep up with the drinks as well. “...I don’t really know. I….like you, I guess? I don’t…like that you’re helpless in your…dreams. So. I think….if you practice - if you use the same techniques I do to focus - you might be able to blur the line between dream and reality a little? You might be able to reclaim that ground that you lose to…well whatever it is.”

Aaron bit his lip, thinking. “...I would…really appreciate that. Thank you.”

“Mm. Don’t mention it.” And then he was gone - whisked away to take a customer’s order, leaving Aaron alone with his mind spinning. 

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[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

i thought i was going to write tonight but i am been staring at a blank screen with a blinnking line for two hours