#but it's done hoLY FUCK))

[sualne]

sneaking out

(timeline)

[cynicallyneutral]

「coward」

[heyyjae]

edited but here's the plastic fuck that's taken over my life

[rambles-about-minecraft-ocs]

one of my favorite things about zedaph is that on a server full of people that find strange and oft-overlooked minecraft mechanics or rare events and then see just how far they can push them in the name of spectacle or efficiency or world-breaking, zed is over here finding these mechanics in order to do the weirdest things he can think of in as entertaining a manner as possible

like i 100% have faith in zedaph's theoretical ability to be just as efficient or spectacular or world-breaking. if he wanted to do that stuff, i trust that he absolutely could. but thats so far from being his priority. instead, hes going to spend around a week of irl time focused entirely on eventually having the good luck to spawn in something insanely rare so that he can convert it into something even rarer, the result of which being something that 99% of the server reacts with complete and utter shock that it even exists in the first place, just because its zany and funny and he wanted to. and i love that

[beastsoulart]

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

[upsidedownsmore]

Hollowframe 56 - Dante

IT'S DONE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

anyways uh I've been working on this for entirely too long but it's also my most technically accomplished piece so far so I'm very happy rn

wip montage vid thingy:

links and stuff below the cut!

High quality on Artstation:

Free (or pay what you want!) Google Drive link for the entire Hollowframe Project on my Ko-Fi:

Previous Hollowframe update (Hollowframe 57 + Umbra poster):

Previous Hollowframe solo illustration (Qorvex):

[cure-stars]

HEY! THE BEST OF THE WORST OF CRAPPY PLAYS!

HEY! A BLUFF THAT'LL PAINT OVER A BAD ENDING!

HEY! THIS WORLD HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET! 🎡

(please don't reblog the old version thank you.)

[leonardcohenofficial]

full dissertation is emailed to my committee i cannot believe it holy shit also cannot recommend writing twenty thousand words (not an exaggeration) in about two weeks terrible fucking experience but. the draft is in

[indelicateink]

as an american, sam reid’s total inability to hide his contempt for overly fake-chipper american journalists, especially ones who Have Not Done The Assigned Reading know and care about the show, will never not be hilarious and iconic to me

[eggy-the-boy]

*poking my blorbos with a stick* 

[vaggieslefteye]

Angel, can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?

[whizzermania]

wait….people are surprised?? people are surprised yanderedev is a pedophile? holy shit where do i even begin with everything he’s done over the past 6 years of yanderesim’s development?

there is no way you’d look past the sexualization of japanese high school girls in yandere simulator(in which he tried so hard to say they’re 18 even though they’re wearing the wrong uniform). he did a poll asking his fans if he should add a inventory ui where ayano would open up her skirt to check all her supplies, had the audacity to do another poll to ask if his fans want it uncensored or not: and when his fans said “no, please censor it” he made a whole essay on how it was necessary???

there were also other disgusting “hot takes” he made that clearly points out he’s a pedophile: like the time he argued that there should be a sex license instead of the age of consent??? what the FUCK?

AND YOU GUYS ARE TELLING ME YOU’RE SURPRISED???

[erros429]

IVE BEEN WAITING TO MAKE THIS

[stonerbellybabe]

These got a little smaller since I first popped the button….

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

Doc is really, really, really tired of getting dragged into things.

That’s the problem with this server: he tries to do his own thing, but people cannot leave him alone. No matter what he does to deter them, whether that be harmless threat or psychological warfare, they always come back to dance on his metaphorical lawn. Or actual lawn. Or precious one-of-a-kind bush.

And at this point, he thought he had gotten used to all the shenanigans. He doesn’t want to be the grumpy old man amongst his friends and colleagues, so Doc tries to laugh it off, not take it so seriously. Occasionally, he’ll even join in on the jokes and put a little extra pizzazz into his mannerisms. Doc has his limits, of course, everyone does, but he’s been working on pushing those limits further for the past while.

So when Beef makes the joke about Big Salmon on day one, he joins in on it for the moment. It’s a good joke, really. It gets a hearty laugh out of him more than once. The joke is made, people laugh, Doc is included, he moves on and goes back to doing his own thing.

Honestly, he doesn’t even remember what he said. The joke should’ve been a one-and-done, forgotten after a week’s time. Whatever he said should’ve been inconsequential. Should be. Beef’s not one to drag out a bit for that long, usually, but here he is, dressed as a salmon and saying he got emails from a fish. Doc is utterly clueless throughout most of it- he doesn’t even understand what constituted him getting dragged in this time. And the way Beef and Skizz are talking is scaring him, just a little bit. Skizz is too aggressive, Beef is laying down the charmspeak, and both of their eyes are glossy and strange. There’s a hollow echo in the room.

But Doc, absurd as this is, plays along. Watches as one of his villagers gets killed. Lets nervous laughter through as he’s given 10 salmon heads, and leaves. When he gets back to his base out in the middle of nowhere, he realizes that these aren’t normal salmon heads, they’re worse: deformed, many-eyed, slimy and reeking of rot. And while this isn’t the strangest thing Doc has seen, as far as he knows, Beef isn’t one for game-breaking like he is. The deformities on the heads don’t even look player made. Whatever this is, it’s bizaarre, and it’s not something Doc wants to be involved in.

Then the whispers start.

He doesn’t do what he’s asked—build a shrine for whatever Big Salmon is—initially. He lets it be for a bit, shrugs it off, and keeps building. But it’s hard to focus when you can’t sleep—in his dreams he’s drowning, sinking deeper and deeper, sea life surrounding him and screaming and he’s screaming too as a pair of eyes stare him down—and when you can’t get a moment of quiet. He keeps hearing that damn slapping sound and little nothings about shrine schematics, block pallets, glorious statues. The air starts reeking of rot, far more than a swamp should. Strange slime crawls up the scaffolding that he keeps slipping on.

And this is why Doc is tired: Big Salmon is not his first rodeo. This isn’t the first time something has grabbed hold of his soul and tried to puppeteer it to his own demise. This isn’t even the scariest thing he’s come across- he still dreams of watching himself rip his own arm off. He knows gods and entities like he knows redstone, all the intricacies of magic that weave through the universe. They want to be satisfied, satiated. Doc will not give whatever Big Salmon is that satisfaction, not for long.

So he puts up with the rot, the slime, the dreams. Keeps the salmon heads, perpetually grotesque, in a chest where he can see them. Gives them a minuscule in: blueprints are crafted of the shrine he is meant to build, dying leaves are placed and waterlogged, copper is bent and formed into a worthless statue. The sky is cloudy. The sky has been cloudy all week, swamp air thick with the smell of rotting fish. He gives Beef a call, tells him to bring Skizz along.

When what should be Doc’s friend arrives, he is more fish than man. The tinnitus-like whisper of the thing trying to get him reaches a roar as he gives Beef a look over- there is no telling where the suit ends and the skin begins, all scaled, slimy and opalescent. Skizz, on the contrary, is looking relatively normal; the only strange thing about him are his glazed over eyes. Something about that makes Doc queasy about his plan, but he swallows the bile rising in his throat and steels himself, forces himself to be calm. This is not his first rodeo.

Doc’s faked smile doesn’t fail him as he leads Beef and Skizz to the statue. It doesn’t fail him as he hands the last rotting head to Beef for him to place, on top of an over-polished button. His grin only widens as Skizz counts down his boss pressing the button.

With a single button press, the voices that have taken residence in Doc’s head are wiped out, as are Skizz and Beef: bloody…fish…bits fly high into the sky when they fall into the exploding trap. There is a deafening boom, and then there is Doc, unscathed, laughing wickedly, organic eye sparkling with mania. Gods never win against him. There is no winning against the goat.

And finally, with the threat of Big Salmon defeated, Doc can finally rest. After all, he is incredibly tired.

[roniikue]

im going to cry why does she look like that