#from the sound design

[murmuringbug]

Every single frame of this show could be put in a museum

[heybiji]

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

Story Post 15 (Part 1)

AU MASTER POST

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[IMAGE ID: Two pages of a black and white comic. PAGE ONE PANEL ONE: Luz stares up in fear, caught in the relic room of the castle. "Why if it isn't Eda's human pet!" PANEL TWO: Lilith looms over her. "How perfect." PANEL THREE: A distant view of one of the castle's towers. PANEL FOUR: Caleb is throwing a pot on his potter's wheel. He's wearing an apron and his reading glasses, his hair tied up in a bun. He's sticking his tongue out, calm and concentrated as he works. PANEL FIVE: CRASH! Caleb jerks comically in surprise, splattering his pottery everywhere. PANEL SIX: BAM BAM BAM! Caleb takes off his glasses, turning towards the noise coming from the nearby window.

PAGE TWO PANEL ONE: The racket continues, overwhelming the panel. An overhead view as Caleb stands up on his crutches and moves towards the noise. "What in the Titan's name is going on??" he wonders. PANEL TWO: Caleb looks out the window. "I can't see anything from here," he thinks. PANEL THREE: The noise breaks off into a screech, followed by silence. A close up of Caleb looking through the bars of his window, eyebrows raised in bemusement. PANEL FOUR: His expression changes to uncertainty. "It stopped..." he thinks. PANEL FIVE: Hunter throws the door open with a BANG, Belos following behind him. "DAD!" he yells happily. Caleb jolts, startled. PANEL SIX: "You'll never guess what just happened!" says Hunter excitedly. Caleb turns to him, wiping the clay off his hands with a towel. "Violence and destruction of property?" "Well, yes," answers Hunter, "but--." PANEL SEVEN: Belos stands at Hunter's side and rests his hand on his shoulder. Hunter puts his hands on his hips and smiles at Caleb proudly. "Lilith Clawthorne has finally captured the Owl Lady," says Belos. PANEL EIGHT: Caleb clutches his shirt as he looks at them, horrified. The panel around them is black except for the barred window behind him. "She captured her own sister?" he asks. /End ID]

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Not a Francis hater, not a Francis apologist, but a secret third thing (watching him be a fucked up little freak and enjoying the show 🍿)

[puppppppppy]

whatever. go my scarab

ive been watching scruffys pikmin 4 playthrough (go check it out!!!!)

[nenoname]

Being reminded about the pitch for Ford and being fascinated with the way Stan's age changed from "in his 80s" in the pilot to "ambiguous but still old" in season 1 to "wait shit, his backstory timeline means hes still in like his early 60s at most" so they ended up changing his design in season 2

Another tidbit is pilot!Stan's secret being him as the guardian of the town and him planning to pick one of the twins to be his successor.

and well....

A certain spiel sounds familiar. And is likely unintentional cos the initial plan was to have the agents make an offer to Dipper instead! It was switched to Ford because Dipper already idolised him so much

(Also reminder that Ford's name was set from Gideon's debut, with the name Stanley appearing in ep2 via license plate and Gideon calling Stan 'Stanford', so like. His name wasn't actually going to be Tim. It's likely the same case as Weirdmageddon 1 being known as Xpcveaoqfoxso to stop leaks from spoiling everything)

[aethereaii]

Prop art for Project Fish. Some things you'd typically see at a Li-Luan port.

These props are inspired by things you'd normally see at urban areas within south-asian communities.

I dug deep into what’s been inspiring me to create art for Ormauk recently, and a lot of it has been my relationship with nature as an adult, but especially more so when I was a kid. I grew up a short walk away from the beach. The town that I lived in was outside of the city, but you couldn’t really classify it as suburbia. There were empty plots of land filled with guinea grass growing taller than us kids. Unfinished foundations of houses that sat undisturbed for most of my life; overgrown and abandoned. There was a small pasture for cows behind my house where frogs croaked their hymns when rain fell and created ponds. Overhead cables and graffitied electrical transformers had a specific vibe that I just don't see where I live now.

I wanted to show my version of solarpunk, and it finally clicked with me how I can achieve this; by mixing those snapshots of my childhood with thematically designed technology that fit that south-asian culture I’m trying to emulate. A bit of what exists now and what could exist.

[agenericplaceholdername]

Reminder that interdimensional radio has been a part of Ninjago canon for over 6 years, and isn't even treated like a revolutionary technology:

Not sure if this is more or less wild than the Ninjago equivalent of an Apple Watch having a "Temporal Anomaly Locator" but it's certainly up there.

[palskippah]

They're cringe but they're free

Hi! Based over this screenshot I had saved from here ajsdkd

It's like those married people with shirts with each other's faces

They also have mugs with each other's face on them why not

Also, Nimona got her own bag

Nimona: You two are so corny... (blegh) Ambrosius: F you Ballister (looking in his Ambrosius bag): Oh, got you this (pulls out a Nimona bag)

If I see anything I will think of them 😭😭 and probably draw it

I saw the other day a video of a black cow running towards a lighter-colored cow and pushing her down a hill and I was like omg it's like that scene where Ballister pushes Ambrosius to the floor in their sword fight :000

(Everything's a Nimona reference if I try hard enough) (easy peasy because they're 24/7 in my mind)

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

He's so cute...

[chalkrub]

one of my resolutions is to post more stuff this year, we'll see how good i'll be at that! here's a mock-up band poster thing i made for a comic idea, which has very little bearing on anything in the story whatsoever, and which i made instead of actually working on ironing out the story like i'm supposed to be doing

[carlyraejepsans]

anyway ghost trick rules

[what-bot]

The environments in this game slap

Now THIS is a GRID. Take notes, Kevin Flynn!

[qwertyprophecy]

Boss vs Player

– The core story design of The Dark Queen of Mortholme –

A game about being the end boss of a game. A hero comes in to challenge you, and even after you mercilessly destroy them, they return. That's because they're the player character, and each time they become stronger as they figure out your mechanics, upgrade their armour, find health potions, etc.

That's what it says in my old design notes, and although the idea's gone a lot further than that, it's still pretty much on point. The game starts with the final boss fight with the slight adjustment that you're playing as the boss. The so-called hero you're facing dies in one hit, unceremoniously. A pathetic attempt against your vastly superior power.

But you've barely made your way back to your throne when they're at the door challenging you again. They might be immortal, but also clearly an idiot. Except this time, they dodge out of the way of your massive weapon. No matter, you crush them on the next swing.

They come back and prickle you with their sad toothpick of a sword. First it was funny, now it's getting annoying.

They keep coming back. It feels too ludicrous to admit, but you're getting a little nervous.

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It's a story about someone who's been given no room to grow and no ability to learn from mistakes trying to understand someone who has nothing but that. It's the stubborn force of change versus the might of the status quo. The unstoppable force against the immovable object, except the immovable object starts to notice she's crumbling.

If you were a boss facing down your inevitable death after a long dance with your ever-improving opponent, would you begrudge the them for dealing it to you? Would you be proud?

[s4ndg3m]

@sp0ngeysp0nge now imagine the gradient slimed up and coated in that sludge...

the second one was suppsoed to be both of ours slimed but i got. carried away. so.

[fistfuloflightning]

I am very curious about the bingfan wips if you don't mind me asking about them :)

By all means—I love gushing about these two idiots with you (and now that the SVSSS muse has returned from its unauthorized vacay I think there might be more down the line 😉 ) So thanks @pr0cyon-lotor for getting this jump started again!

The Hungry Ghost cafe wip is a modern au where high schooler LBH gets a job at a sketchy rundown restaurant that he learns caters to hungry ghosts in an effort to keep them satiated and away from living humans. Unfortunately one of his coworkers is Ming Fan, who sometimes bullies him in school but now is horrified that LBH now has something over him. But they’re forced to work together and slowly start to rely on each other and see each other in a different light. The restaurant is owned by married JiuYuan (ofc 😝), (…there’s a betting pool among the employees that one of them is a ghost but no one’s sure who). It’s kind of a slice of life type fic which is prob why it’s so disjointed and nowhere near publishing lol, it’s mostly a fun thing to play around with.

As for the BingFan teen parents fic… Pretty much what it says on the tin! On a mission, Ming Fan and Luo Binghe get caught in a patch of Airplane’s ubiquitous fuck-or-die flowers and end up having weirdly cathartic hatesex. Unbeknownst to them, the flowers share a symbiotic relationship with a special vine that always grows with it, which they only find out about after they’ve recovered…

He was still groggy from the forced sleep that had dragged him down, and he wanted to scour himself clean from the evidence of their… mishap. He glanced to the side to see if Luo Binghe was of the same mind, but he realized his shidi was not lying next to him. Luo Binghe was a few feet away, crouched over a patch of flattened, stained flora. Ming Fan realized belatedly why it looked that way and turned his head so his hair could hide his burning face. But Luo Binghe wasn’t even looking at him. Instead, he was making a concerning stuttering sound. Alarm lanced through Ming Fan. “What’s wrong?” he blurted, scrambling to his feet and darting to Luo Binghe’s side. The plant his shidi was hunched over was more of a thick net of vines twisted into one larger stem. And there was something moving in the tangled nest at the heart. Ming again frowned, wondering if his talismans were still in his ruined robes. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t. There was something… wrong. And then an infant’s cry shattered the pensive stillness. Ming Fan stared wide-eyed at the plant. “I recognize this vine,” Luo Binghe said slowly. “A couple who lived in the village I grew up in  were unable to have children.” Ming Fan was dreading where this was going. He flinched at another infantile cry and Luo Binghe began gingerly peeling the leaves away from the tangled nest of vines. “…They spent a night on the mountain and returned to the village the next morning with a baby of their own. Not one they had adopted or stolen, but their own flesh and blood. They said there was a plant that if two partners water it with their spend, it will grow a child.” Ming Fan pressed his eyes shut but that didn’t keep out the words. Fuck fuck fuck. Please let this plant be a man-eater that attracts prey with the sounds of a baby, he prayed. But the universe seemed to have it out for Ming Fan in particular, because Luo Binghe’s soft gasp was confirmation enough. Ming Fan’s eyes sprang open just in time for the last thin vine to be peeled away from the tiny, squirming body of a baby.

They bring it back to the sect and try to pass the baby off as an orphan to be raised by one of the other peaks but MQF recognizes a plant-baby when he sees one and gets excited about studying it (while also giving BingFan a crash course in parenting). SQQ is excited for a whole ‘nother reason: he’s shocked Ming Fan was the one to fall into that particular wife plot but is delighted to be a surrogate grandfather to the Protagonist’s first child, no matter how unorthodox.

They can’t live in the dorms with a baby so SQQ gives them an empty hallmaster’s house (marriages happen among disciples i.e. LBH/NYY in PIDW so it’s not that uncommon) Domesticity ensues.

Soon the entire sect knows Ming Fan and Luo Binghe had a child together despite them trying to keep it a secret and everyone the best congratulation gift is unsolicited advise from all Peaks.

It takes a sect to raise a child, and this one’s no different.