My favourite part of Dislyte is the one person I saw question why there are so many furries in the game.
Like… do you know that most of the gods… most of the gods are Egyptian (gods commonly had animal heads), or Chinese (gods and figures commonly were animals or plants), or Greek (gods commonly turned into animals)
What did you expect? You thought Sobek, the Egyptian Crocodile God, wasn’t going to be a crocodile?
Honestly, I think the creators showed great restraint, all things considered
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So tempted to do my own tma sonas. One for me, one for my friend who has only learned about tma through PowerPoints and osmosis.
The idea for mine, right? Vast avatar, dark aligned tho, who had a bad experience with the buried and said fuck that. I’m gonna get as far away from that as possible. So she does balloon rides. At night. For fun. And whimsy. As typical. And you go so high that everything sorta just turns into a void around you. And you are stuck there. For hours. The thing that took you up there is just staring off into space and smiling lovingly at the sky…and that’s normal until it’s not. Until the shadows creep in and the floor doesn’t look like floor anymore. And the balloon looks the same as everything else around you.
Until, inevitably, you stop. And the balloon suddenly pops. And then you are crashing down into the void. And everything looks exactly the same. And if it weren’t for the wind streaming past you wouldn’t be able to tell up from down.
And then you’re suddenly on the ground. It’s morning. And the attendant from before is staring down at you with these huge, black pupils, and a smile. And says you passed out. That it’s normal. That it happens a lot.
And you believe them because of course that is what happened. It was just the nightmarish haze caused from the oxygen growing thinner. You were just…tired. And the dark was so appealing. Looking oh so infinite.
Yea. When I’m less busy I’m gonna design her. I love her as an idea a lot.
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Just. Holding the concept of Shang Qinghua level dread and moments of derealisation in the palm of my hands and looking at it from different angles.
The world he lives in is his creation, but it is not under his control. The individuals he knows he willed into being - he knows them better than they know themselves.
Some things in the world are horrifically blank (plotholes, if you will), but no one realizes this. He does. Some people don't have a past. Some flowers don't have colour. Some buildings were never built but still exist.
The relief when someone does something unexpected - the horror when he realises the result is still similar to what he imagined.
He cares for people as their creator, sometimes as the people they are, sometimes thinking they're not actually free-willed individuals, sometimes reassuring himself that they are, they are, they are-
There is one other being who he knows is as real as he is, but Shen Qingqiu is sometimes swept up in the narrative too. He can't rely on him to differentiate between reality and fiction.
At the desk of his king, whom he envisioned, he writes with a quill that he proclaimed as an ancient relic, but is entirely unblemished because he never actually had written about someone using it before him.
The fleeting moments of fear that one of the stories he writes for fun will be the next world he inhabits.
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Me looking at all the renheng fanart and theories and all the tropes they have: cool cool this is nice-
Jingheng: exists
Me: oh fuck me the brain is tingling
Me: that one. I want that one
So guess who’s stuck in rare pair (ish) hell??
#jingheng
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just got punched in the gut with the heavily emotional thought that johnny may potentially name his daughter laura after his mother and now i think i'm gonna throw up and cry oh my god
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