#jem's creatures

[realjem-art]

Other stuff I haven't posted yet

[kujo1597]

(Dusted off these old outfits.)

A pose base by albanenechi crossed my dash recently...ish and I went through their blog and saw one that really jumped out at me. Choosing which looks to draw was a tough decision. But I really really wanted to draw. I've actually had a bit of a rough few weeks. Pinched a nerve in the shoulder for my drawing hand and ended up barely being able to use the darn thing. It's still numb but I have control over it again and wanted to celebrate the huge improvement with some art. I also caught a nasty cold a week ago and I also wanted to celebrate finally being mostly over it. A lot of celebrating almost recoveries.

[partyof4game]

Party of Four is an adult (18+) interactive fiction game with RPG, romance, and dungeon break themes written in ChoiceScript.

The known world of Vert is at peril from the appearance of portals: vortexes of mana that open into a land of dungeons separate from yours, filled with traps, mazes, and monsters. The populace is in constant fear of monsters that escape the portals and roam across the landscape. Your world relies on two things: the Heroes who band together to enter theses dungeons and close the portals, and the Gods who Mark them.

You are an orphan that grew up in a church dedicated to one of three patron gods: Nivari, Goddess of the Sun; Peysca, God of the Ocean; and Alina, God of Wilderness. One day a rumor comes to light - a prophetic dream has been plaguing the upper clergy, depicting that you will be the next chosen Disciple and given a Divine Task both great and terrible.

You will head into the dungeons, you will fight, or you will suffer the consequences.

In Party of Four, you can:

Play as male, female, nonbinary, or trans; be gay, straight, bi, aromantic, or asexual.

Choose the God you follow: Nivari, Peysca, or Anila.

Choose your class: Warrior, Mage, or Healer. Differentiate your talent further by picking a specialization! Are you a faithful Warrior Templar, a whimsical Wind Mage, or maybe a bumbling Herbalist Healer?

Choose your four person party from a cast of characters.

Explore dungeons using your skills, wit, or stand behind your friends.

Befriend a giant pack beetle that comes with you on your adventures.

Romance, befriend, or discover a situationship with a shieldmaiden, an arrogant mage, an awkward healer, your childhood friend, an aloof ranger, an electric guild mate, or a mysterious bard.

Explore the city of Sentari and the sights it offers.

Become a feared vigilante of justice.

Pet the giant rat (or bat; or spider).

Graphic violence against fantasy creatures and humans.

Religious themes.

Explicit sexual content. (skippable)

My humor. (not skippable)

Raena: Your childhood friend and fellow orphan in the same church as you. She is the pride of the parish's Armsmaster and has been training on the bow since she could hold one. While she can be rash and impulsive, she admires you greatly and will go out of her way to help you.

Vana Peacebearer: A shieldmaiden from a clerical family. She is slow to warm to others, but will always reciprocate any kindness she is shown. Vana will follow the player character out of a sense of duty, but there is something that she desperately wants and cannot have. . .

Maymie Fox: A mage with an affinity for short-range elemental attacks, her favorite being lightning. Maymie will do whatever it takes to come out as the top dog. As an ex-street rat her morals are questionable at best, and vicious at worst. If you make a friend of her, she will drag you right to the top with her, whether you like it or not.

Jem Miye: A little shy, and a lot awkward, Jem is the quintessential healer. Like you, he's a Disciple, but to the God Melekoth, who rules the Moon. He has a feminine appearance that makes him insecure, but you can build him up with your friendship (or love).

Linzel Syrat: Linzel is just charming enough to mask how much he absolutely does not care about other people’s problems. He wants to join your party for the profit, although he'll be the last to admit he finds you interesting. He has a giant spider/bat/rat named Fancy that follows him wherever he goes. (Familiar choice available to players who might suffer the 8-legged aversions.)

Aslo Gergin: Loud, brash, a man's man, Aslo is a mage who likes to fight on the front lines, no matter how ill-advised others think it is. He's a hot and cold person, always willing to reexamine his opinion of people on the fly. He loves fiercely and immediately, which can get him into trouble.

Sweets: A follower and devotee to the Goddess Myrtle, patron of music and merrymaking, Sweets is a playfully mysterious bard who resides in Sentari, the capital of Vert. They enjoy getting other people to talk about themselves and making a pretty penny at the night markets off accidental confessions or juicy gossip in general. Your name is on a lot of tongues lately and Sweets is very interested to know more.

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Second IF Project (Sci-Fi High Stakes Slice of Life)

Asks are welcome. NSFW asks are welcome.

[gogandmagog]

Rilla of Ingleside, Chapter 1.

Crimson peonies, not poppies, thank goodness, because I suppose that would be much too heavy-handed! Something that makes me laugh, right out the gate, is Susan wearing a new black silk blouse, “quite as elaborate as anything Mrs. Marshall Elloitt ever wore,” and therefore “had all the comfortable consciousness of a well-dressed woman” as she opened the ‘Glen Notes’ column in the Daily Enterprise... ergo, you may recover some self-respect by at least looking quite upright and proper, when succumbing to something as reprehensible as shameless gossip?

Jack Frost, the poem that is, fits rather spectacularly with the overall vibe of Montgomery (who is meticulous enough to have chosen Jack Frost for a reason), and especially the Ingleside kids. There’s a bit of ominous undertone, for all its imaginative factors, and it’s very Victorian in that way, and YUH, idk where I was going with this other than to say that it’s super relatable that some of the Ingleside kids named their cats after contemporary pop culture like Jack Frost and Dr. Jekyll-and-Mr. Hyde. It’s like if your fave big bother re-named your newly diagnosed bipolar kitten “Hulk Smash.”

Faith Meredith being “the most handsomest creature” Miss Cornelia ever saw effectively dethrones Leslie Moore on this area, and that must be a considerable feat, though loyal (biased) Susan seems to refute this, and goes toe-to-toe and suggests Rilla is the prettiest girl in the Glen.

SPEAKING of Susan, there’s that line that Susan detests any reference to her age lmao, “not from vanity but from a haunting dread that people might come to think her too old to work”... and this is where I find I stand, because... how old is Susan, exactly? Probably she should be retired! Probably she should! I get that she’s down with being useful and wanting to work, but holy cow, she’s... a spritely 80? At least? When we first met her, twenty-two years prior in House of Dreams, she is already described as “elderly.” 

Anne saying, “when I look at those two tall sons of mine,” on the heels of realising that Walter and Jem are grown up is very cute to me, because this implies that she still thinks of brown boy Shirley as her still non-grown baby son.  

Miss Cornelia and Susan’s discussion of Mary Vance, from “parents that were not what you could call aristocratic,” awoo... there are so many areas of classism in these novels, but one (me, I’m one) wonders how Anne (another former “nameless nobody”) really feels during these kinds of peripheral conversations, owing to the idea that there are innumerable ties between Anne and Mary, down to sharing history with the Hopetown Asylum.  

Miss Cornelia btw:

“But there, it would not do to let Gilbert hear me hinting such heresy.” 💀 This is soooooy on brand for Gilbert, son of practicality, and reminds me of that slip-in in the Blythes Are Quoted, when he’s invited to spend the night in a ‘haunted’ location, that’s been plaguing its owners with creeping steps and sounds, only to have good ole Dr. Blythe be the only fellow to almost-catch the very corporeal prankster (hiding between blankets in an old trunk in the garret, iirc) that’s been causing the mysterious disturbances. If I’m understanding the chronology of TBAQ, this event would have occurred before the opening of Rilla here. No doubt he is prone to skepticism! He’s like, okay bet, prove it 😎.

[iinryer]

i made a post about s7 and s4 parallels… so obviously we have to do a s8 and s5 spreadsheet too :)

i’ll update this post as i update my list!

[ID under the cut for easier legibility than alt]

DISCLAIMER: this is for FUN. please don’t take this as anything other than me goofing around <3

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[a three column spreadsheet with the labels "PLOT POINT", "SEASON 5", and "SEASON 8"]

An opening emergency that has Athena confronting something traumatic from her past and dealing with someone she arrested years ago, culminating in gunshots in a parking garage (?) with Bobby there (an antagonist gets their dick obliterated somewhere in this plot)

- S5: Jeffrey Hudson

- S8: Dennis Jenkins

Creatures are loose in LA where they are not supposed to be, and causing havoc

- S5: Zoo animals

- S8: Bees

Buck, Eddie, & Chris scene in the Diaz house where someone with the initials TK (that Buck met in relation to a helicopter, who kissed Buck in his kitchen after Eddie got hurt and then had to leave) who Buck is now dating is a guest. Eddie is having a bad time

- S5: Eddie cooks dinner, Taylor is a guest

- S8: Eddie throws a Zoom birthday party, Tommy is a guest

Hen and Eddie treat a cheerleader who gets hurt in an episode 4 with the word "home" in the title

- S5: 504 Home and Away

- S8: 804 No Place Like Home

The 118 team is fractured due to core team members leaving

- S5: Chim leaves, Eddie leaves, the 118 feels off

- Bobby is still out, the 118 under Gerrard feels wrong

A family member of the 118 has left the state to heal

- S5: Maddie runs to Boston

- S8: Chris is still in El Paso

Antagonist on the 118

- S5: Jonah

- S8: Gerrard

Characters from air control make an appearance due to a plane-related system failure

- S5: Blackout opening emergency causes air control to lose contact with a plane. 118 called in for panic/heart attacks

- S8: Plane collision opening emergency has air control on call helping Athena and Jem land the plane

People helping each other in the opening emergency with assistance from dispatch

- S5: Neighborhood getting power to the ventilator

- S8: Passengers on the flight keeping each other alive

The cause of the opening emergency disappears and isn't addressed or followed up on

- S5: The hacker group goes dark and is never identified

- S8: The bees? fly away?

Eddie connects with a father he meets because of a call, goes beyond the job description to try to help him do something good for his son

- S5: Mitchell and his son

- S8: The cheerleader and his dad

Discussions of postpartum and Madney parenthood

- S5: Jee

- S8: New Han baby

Buck asks his partner to move in after he has a strong emotional reaction and is battling over revealing something to them

- S5: Taylor

- S8: Tommy

Buck's relationship with someone who has the initialsTK who he met in relation to a helicopter and kissed him in his kitchen after Eddie got injured, ends while in Buck's loft

- S5: Taylor

- S8: Tommy

Eddie goes to someone for help after a period of being miserable and not letting himself heal

- S5: Therapy

- S8: Confession

Eddie lets himself feel joy

- S5: Returning to firefighting

- S8: Dancing for the sake of dancing

Eddie decides to leave the 118 after a period of internal turmoil in an effort to do right by Chris without consulting anyone in his support system in the midseason cliffhanger

- S5: Quitting Firefighting

- S8: Going to Texas

Unaddressed callbacks to previous NDEs

- S5: Man shot and buried alive, Buck and Eddie held at gunpoint

- S8: Hotshots stunt double hanging from the ladder, kid in a well

A parent is heartbroken about missing their kid's big milestones

- S5: Maddie and Jee

- S8: Eddie and Chris

[rotten-dan]

You did one of those posts a little while ago, about getting put in the last media you consumed, and it was Deltarune; what sorta thing would you be? Darkworld creature or Hometown resident? Similar to an already existing one (like if you'd really want to be a church cup/cat family member), or a totally new one?

me and my friend Jem made darksonas the other day ! I they should have the honor to present their cool concept but here is mine:

mine is somehting im very attached to and u can call me a weeb for it but I just love Teru teru bozus. perhaps it was hung at the church but the drawing on the face wasnt all that great so it cant do its job properly

u have to do the steps in order to really beat it

could be a mini mini boss like miss mizzle.

my friend such a cool name for theirs...but im not really certain on mine... i like Gloomy but it doenst feel playwordy enough.

[bewareofitalics]

Susan keeps getting shafted by the editors! How dare they deprive us of "chirked up"?

Then Susan said briskly, "Well, we must just gird up our loins and pitch in. Business as usual is England's motto, they tell me, Mrs. Dr. dear, and I have taken it for mine, not thinking I could easily find a better. I shall make the same kind of pudding today I always make on Saturday. It is a good deal of trouble to make, and that is well, for it will employ my thoughts. I will remember that Kitchener is at the helm and Joffer is doing very well for a Frenchman. I shall get that box of cake off to little Jem and finish that pair of socks today likewise. A sock a day is my allowance. Old Mrs. Albert Mead of Harbour Head manages a pair and a half a day but she has nothing to do but knit. You know, Mrs. Dr. dear, she has been bed-rid for years and she has been worrying terrible because she was no good to anybody and a dreadful expense, and yet could not die and be out of the way. And now they tell me she is quite chirked up and resigned to living because there is something she can do, and she knits for the soldiers from daylight to dark. Even Cousin Sophia has taken to knitting, Mrs. Dr. dear, and it is a good thing, for she cannot think of quite so many doleful speeches to make when her hands are busy with her needles instead of being folded on her stomach. She thinks we will all be Germans this time next year but I tell her it will take more than a year to make a German out of me. Do you know that Rick MacAllister has enlisted, Mrs. Dr. dear? And they say Joe Milgrave would too, only he is afraid that if he does that Whiskers-on-the-moon will not let him have Miranda. Whiskers says that he will believe the stories of German atrocities when he sees them, and that it is a good thing that Rangs Cathedral has been destroyed because it was a Roman Catholic church. Now, I am not a Roman Catholic, Mrs. Dr. dear, being born and bred a good Presbyterian and meaning to live and die one, but I maintain that the Catholics have as good a right to their churches as we have to ours and that the Huns had no kind of business to destroy them. Just think, Mrs. Dr. dear," concluded Susan pathetically, "how we would feel if a German shell knocked down the spire of our church here in the glen, and I'm sure it is every bit as bad to think of Rangs cathedral being hammered to pieces." And, meanwhile, everywhere, the lads of the world rich and poor, low and high, white and brown, were following the Piper's call.

Sympathy for Catholics, will wonders never cease! And is that an acknowledgement of soldiers of color at the end there, or by "brown" did LMM mean, like, Shirley.

"It is my opinion that the cat has hydrophobia," said Cousin Sophia solemnly. "I once heard of a cat that went mad and bit three people—and they all died a most terrible death, and turned black as ink." Undismayed by this, Susan opened the door and looked in.

Actually, Cousin Sophia, I think you'll find that it's Susan who has Hyde-rophobia. *runs away*

Anything like Doc's shrieks while the process was going on was never heard at Ingleside. Susan was in mortal dread that the Albert Crawfords would hear it and conclude she was torturing the creature to death. Doc was a wrathful and indignant cat when he was freed. Evidently he thought the whole thing was a put-up job to bring him low. He gave Susan a baleful glance by way of gratitude and rushed out of the kitchen to take sanctuary in the jungle of the sweet-briar hedge, where he sulked for the rest of the day. Susan swept up her broken dishes grimly. "The Huns themselves couldn't have worked more havoc here," she said bitterly. "But when people will keep a Satanic animal like that, in spite of all warnings, they cannot complain when their wedding bowls get broken. Things have come to a pretty pass when an honest woman cannot leave her kitchen for a few minutes without a fiend of a cat rampaging through it with his head in a salmon can."

[moonfang256]

Deltarune Time! (Part 1)

Now get ready for my rambling, dudes. This is gonna get wild!

When I saw the little Toby I screamed really bad, haha.

And it was here where I got excited:

KRISTOPHER!!!

And they're helping Sue, Daww! ❤️

Oh, and Greenpeace too. Hello lettuce. 🤗

I like this thing of shotting the socks.

What's this? Mike?

OOHHH!!! I need to comment this!

I always imagined Susie being a very good drummer and now my dream has come true.

Look at that powerful mane! She got the Jem vibes:

(I wish Noelle could see this too. She needs to see her crush rocking)

Punk Ralsei isn't something I expect to see, but I love it! ❤️ I wonder where he got the wig...

Hold on! Is it Kris wearing a cape, super good heels like Mettaton and playing the guitar? Is this the reason you opened the fountain for...?

....

That's it, Dreemurr....

I'M TOTALLY INNNN!!!

*smirks* Okay, okay, I'll hold myself (but can you blame me?) I'm not good at music games, but I think I'll learn.

Back to the other stuff...

This place they're in seems like a Dark World in the church, though those windows above remind me of...

Curious, isn't it?

This is probably the final battle with Tenna.

They remind me of...

Alright, it looks like Susie and Kris are in a Dark World, within a Dark World? That's why the creatures here look weirder...

I guess the further you go, the more corrupt the inhabitants of that place will be. Something like Glitch City from Pokemon.

By the way, these enemies remind me of the "Holy Hand Grenade" from "Worms: Armageddon":

And to finish...

It's clear that Jockington and Catti are going to be here, but my question is: Is it Jockington gonna have a freaking religious cult or something?!

Oh no... This is gonna be hella disturbing, right? 😓

But I need to deal with this for the kids... *sighs* (Kris, if you sorry butt manage to survive this far, you and your friends will owe me this one. I swear to God...) 😑

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I'll end here for now. I'll continue with another post tomorrow.

[gribbo]

We are going to the helm! the brain-thing sings in chorus with itself. It skitters through the rubble, clumsy as it climbs, dainty as it steps over a dead man's twisted arm. We and our friends are going to the helm.

"Best we follow it," murmurs the woman in ranger's leathers who'd dragged him, a stranger, from that coffin of glass. She pulls him past the corpse. He stumbles. Her hand on his forearm is an iron band. "Knows where it's going, and where it's at."

Her voice rings passing strange—because it's outside his head, he realizes, rather than in it. Oh, god—which god? A wren of a name, small and trilling, flits into his mind and out again.

He lets it go. He and his friends are going to the helm.

Parts of the nursery chamber are still on fire. The walls of the ship convulse, bulging out and groaning in, as he and the ranger follow the brain-thing through—the labored gasps, he thinks, of a dying thing struggling to breathe. The red lights sputter. The creature flicks out its tendrils, tasting its way through broken glass and the brine of shattered organ-jars. He takes a breath of gritty, sulfurous smoke and doubles over coughing—

"Keep your feet, now." His savior stops to steady him—grips his shoulders, then his face, firm as an ostler. Her own broad, earnest face blocks his view. "We're getting out of here, you and me. You've my word on that, see?"

Bits of the ship shake down around them. He's shaking, too.

"Oi." Blood trickles tearlike from the gash on the ranger's cheek. It's torn almost to the teeth. He doesn't think she's noticed. "My name's—"

"Vally Dell," he rasps, "of Bybridge-on-Reaching, where your brother has a farm and herds sheep."

A pause. A sparking cable slithers down from the ceiling.

"Aye," says Vally Dell, and backs up a step. Then another. She tries to smile, which makes it worse. "He does. Forty head."

He knows that. He used to sleep with the ewes in the byre, when he was small—no, he didn't—

"Sorry," he gasps, whoever he is—he can't remember, can't hold the shape of it in his mind. The enemy. So many enemies. They are needed at the helm. "I, I'm terribly sorry, I don't"—he takes a wild breath, his thoughts scattering before the pain swelling in his head—"I'm not—I don't know how I knew that, I don't know you—"

We know you, whispers the brain-thing. The susurrus of voices burns bright behind his eye. We love you.

Vally clutches her head, too. "Give over—"

The pain bursts into a spasm of white light. He thinks, and it's like pushing a knife of fire through his skull, of leaving this mad mind-thieving bloke right where he's at: half-blind, wobbling like a lambkin, twisting a hand through the blood-wet mess of his curls. Togs all torn. Shards of glass sparkling in his hair.

The thoughts aren’t his. They aren’t his. For a flash of the dying lights he stares at himself, appalled, through the eyes of Vally Dell.

The brain-thing’s voice rises to a thrilled, cascading chirp. Our gift!

* * *

No one back home, he thinks that night, will ever believe this. To explain the gith alone will take the better part of an hour.

“She’s somewhere about,” says Vally, crouching to prod the fire. “I hope.”

Shadowheart, somewhere in the dark, makes a testy noise.

They’ve made camp, the five fortunate survivors of the crash—and bickered, and roasted squirrels on spits, and splashed through the river in some semblance of a bath. His head’s stopped bleeding. He’s sifted most of himself, he thinks as he stares at the stars, from the stream that is everyone else.

At least, he thinks he has. His workname. His real name. The stack of soggy broadsheets on the stoop of his Whitkeep flat. Skulking in an alley—no, he’s never skulked, or even lurked. Scratching a winged cat behind the ears—no, cats don’t fancy him. He tips out his table-scraps, sometimes, for a tom that bit his hand. His brother’s face—no, the brother has Vally’s nose.

Jem’s face. Carrying Jem to the factory on his back, swinging her lunchpail, letting her steer him by the hair. Jem’s face when he forgets her daughters’ names.

And the mice in his larder, and the music-box in a tinker’s grimy window, and a piano he’d spelled to play itself—by all the gods in all the hills of Dothion, he’d sooner slam his fingers in a door. Bloody wizards. He recalls pain and a sliver of moonlight in tall trees before Shadowheart spins him about, marches him to the door of her mind, and thrusts him out.

“If you don’t mean to pry, Silk,” she says to his half-formed apology, her voice sharp as the tines of that artifact, “then don’t.”

Vally’s mind, brusque and companionable, brushes his. She hadn’t left him on the ship. What they think, he reasons, is less important than what they do. “How’s the head, then?”

“Don’t,” says Shadowheart again, crisply. “He’s a bard. Give him a reason, and he’ll go on all night.”

“I’m not a bard,” he says, his voice hoarse and strained. There goes his livelihood. Thank Milil his gittern is all right—

Milil, he thinks, seizing the name. Milil, Milil. God of minstrels, god of songbirds and sonnets and shawms and silver bells.

Vally looks at him with the kind pity reserved, usually, for madmen and shivering small dogs; he can’t imagine the clangor in his head that she’s overhearing. Birds and bells and hills and helms. She taps his gittern-case. “What’s this, then?”

“It’s—bards can cast,” he rasps, then shuts his eyes. Putting words together feels like pushing awls into his skull. “They’re spell-singers, adventurers. I, I’m a”—he rubs his forehead, feeling everyone else wince, too—“a minstrel. A music-tutor.”

“Oh, lovely,” drawls the magistrate. “Very helpful. You can teach us all to play pizzicato.”

Naff bastard. “And you can take bribes from the mind-flayers.”

“None of that,” says Vally mildly. Even the crickets quiet down. “You can’t do aught else for him, just now?”

“I’ve done all I can for a blow to the head,” says Shadowheart. The minstrel hears her sigh. “Try to wall him out. We’d all be up with headaches, anyhow, what with the—”

“Please don’t mention anything that wriggles,” says Astarion, pained, “or eats brains.”

“An illithid tadpole doesn’t eat one’s brains, exactly,” says the wizard—who’d had time to study ceremorphs, it seems, but not to practice scales. “It’s rather more a caterpillar-in-the-cocoon situation, if you’ll pardon the imperfect analogy—”

“Good night, Gale,” says Shadowheart.

“Ah—yes, of course. We’re all weary from our travails. Much to do in the morning, as well.” Gale clears his throat. “Let’s be up with the lark.”

A songbird, the minstrel thinks. Herald of the Harpist of Flame, and so. For the span of two bright notes, the wings that skim their thoughts belong to them all.

[gritsandbrits]

All Is Fair Rewrite

I changed the lyrics to make the song more breathable, and also with a slower melody to sound dramatic, almost like an opera. Purple is Evil Queen, green is the chorus. White is choreography.

After the evil queen discovers the huntsman lied to her. she calmly sets the box down and holds the apple in place of snow white's heart:

Seems we've had a little hiccup

Someone made a wittle mess

And who of course is forced to pick up

The pieces? One guess

What's the treatment for a traitor?

This Craven coward of a man?

Diminisn him, then finish her

And crush the rest in my hand *the apple withers in her hands making the huntsman wince*

All is fair when you wear the crown

A little perk that such power provides

If someone speaks up, swat them down! *hand gestures as if swatting away a bug*

She with the diamonds decides. *waltzes away*

Blessed with features like these

Creatures bend to their knees *uses magic to force the huntsman kneel*

If you wish to rise

You must claim your prize, the rest will fall

Darling all is fair when you're the fairest of all. *starts to dance elegantly through the castle, the soldiers drag the huntsman along*

Perhaps you find it all confusing

But I'm not here to give advice

In fact I find quite it amusing

You think I should play nice!

Niceness only got me nowhere

Wishes are a foolish fare

Ambitious girls in a vicious world will always have fun *balls her fists then throws her arms out as if shes cheering for herself*

We stay number one!

All is fair when you wear the crown

To be the queen means I do as I please

I could spare you or leave you to drown

On a whim I bring discord and disease. *turns a vase of flowers into rot*

*turns to the huntsman as if pondering his fate*

Now I could forgive even forget

Let you live you'd be all set

But to start I don't have a heart as you recall

Darling, all is fair

When your the fairest of all

*court ladies bring out mirrors of various sizes and shapes and circles around the Queen, forming a brief, elegant dance*

Perhaps you have heard:

The truest of beauty shines from inside

Whomever had said that they must have lied *grabs handfuls of gemstones and starts dancing*

It's the gold, the glitter, the jems and the jewels

Beauty means power so I write the rules!

All is fair (all is fair)

When you wear the crown (she wears the crown)

If they speak up swat them down (down down down) *the queen storms all the way down the stairs*

If you dare to stand in my way (stand in her way)

Beware! In the dungeon you'll stay (in the dungeon you'll stay) *gets close to the huntsman, court ladies and soldiers start dancing in a strict almost mathematical pattern)

If you do get the deed done (done done done

I'll proceed second to none (none none none)

With no doubt it will be my name they'll be calling out (calling out) *uses magic to levitate her body until she is above everyone*

Darling, tell me who is fair (she is fair)

The true one beyond compare

It will be me that you declare!

All is fair (she is fair)

When your the fairest of all! (Fairest of them all, all is fair/ understand all is fair) *ends with her laughing foreshadowing her eventual transformation*

[lemonepes]

Family day at the aquarium! 🐟

Omni and Jem left Raven and Bluprint in charge with the children while they went off on some business. Print decided to take a photo of how they spend time together, failing to attract the attention of the small ones so that they turn around for a photo. Screen just watches the general view of the aquarium and tries a little not to interfere with the Pallet, which is sooo glad to finally be older than someone and with this joy tells Mono about all sorts of fish in the aquarium (after all, they are both lovers of underwater creatures )

I came up with a whole mini story for this picture

One day, Jam suggests Blueprint with the little ones to go to the aquarium so that the adults can relax and the children can look at the fish. Print, of course, agreed and agreed when and with whom this would happen, and later told the Screen and Pallet about this idea. The younger brother was very pleased with this news, running and rejoicing in full voice, only the Screen calmed him down, catching and covering his mouth with his hand.

The day of the meeting came, BluPrint with the younger ones and Raven met with PJ and his wife and child (Omni and Monochrome) and they all went to the aquarium together. Along the way, everyone talked a lot. Mono and Palette immediately found a common language, already imagining who might be among the animals in the aquatic zoo, Jem just chatted with Screen and Print about common everyday problems, and Omni and Raven added their details to their conversation.

After entering the building, PJ and Omni went to buy tickets, and Mono, Palette and Screen, noticing the giant sculptures of sea creatures, ran to them, of course, Raven and Print went after the younger ones. Perhaps only because the elders were looking after them, Chrome and Palli decided not to climb on the exhibits. Soon PJ and Omni were returned and they finally went to the fish. The slightly dark corridors aroused nasty thoughts of scaring each other from the younger ones, which of course they did. By the beginning of the huge halls with aquariums, Mono was hiding behind his mother, and Jam was scolding Palette and Screen for their antics, while Raven and Print were laughing at the situation somewhere behind.

Nevertheless, the children's attention quickly changed from the negative from the situation with the corridor to the positive as soon as they saw all these fish behind the glass and various exhibits on them. Seeing the shark, Palli and Chrome ran up to the glass and began to examine it, Omni was next to them and began to tell the information from the sign about the fish, but Pallette did not let her finish the sentence, as he began to tell about them. Screen looked around the whole room and calmly approached his brother to also look at the shark, but he and others were distracted by the Print, offering to take a picture. Gathered together at the glass, the Bluprint captured this moment and everyone continued to watch the fish and other things. PJ began to quietly discuss with Print whether he was coping with the younger ones and began to give a couple of tips on how to cope with children, Palette continued to teach Chrome that with stars in their eyes they watched everything alive and inanimate that moved behind the glass. Screen was a little tired of this picture and he went to the bones of a giant turtle to read about them, Raven went after him to chat a little with a small one, forgetting that he did not understand the binary or hexadecimal code that Bluskin speaks

Then I ran out of inspiration to schedule their day at the aquarium, but they liked it at the end :)

[kujo1597]

I haven't drawn humans in quite a while so I decided to try getting back into it with some Jem screenshot redraws. The order of them is pretty random. I just picked stuff that felt like it'd be fun to do.

I'm hoping to post more Jem fanart than I currently have been. I got a buttload of pencil crayons that I really like and I just want to keep using them.

By the way, I must tell you guys that I got the colour I used for most of Pizzazz's hair from a pack of "Colors of Kindness" pencil crayons. Pizzazz is the kindest character, clearly.

[partyof4game]

Party of Four: A Romance Dungeon Break Fantasy Interactive Fiction

Party of Four is an adult interactive fiction game with RPG, romance, and dungeon break themes written in ChoiceScript.

Synopsis:

The known world of Vert is at peril from dungeons: a land separate from yours, filled with traps, mazes, and monsters. The populace is in constant fear of portals appearing, where your two worlds connect, and spilling monsters across the landscape. The world of Vert relies on two things: the Heroes who band together to enter theses dungeons and close the portals, and the Gods who Mark them.

You grew up in a church of one of three patron gods; Nivari, Goddess of the Sun; Peysca, God of the Ocean; and Alina, God of Wilderness. One day a rumors of a dream amongst the clergy comes to light, depicting that you will be the next chosen Disciple, given a Divine Task both great and terrible. You will head into the dungeons, you will fight, or you will suffer the consequences.

Play as male, female, or nonbinary; be straight, gay, bisexual, asexual (sex adverse or sex willing), or aromantic.

Choose the God you follow: Nivari, Peysca, or Anila.

Choose your class: Warrior, Mage, or Healer. Differentiate your talent further by picking a specialization! Are you a faithful Warrior Templar, a whimsical Wind Mage, or maybe a bumbling Herbalist Healer?

Create your party from 5 selectable characters (not including yourself!). You can’t choose them all!

Romance a stoic shield maiden, a shy healer, your childhood friend, a brash mage, an aloof ranger, an elemental master, or a mysterious bard.

Demo is found here. If you play, please send any spelling, grammar, code, pacing, etc errors my way! General impressions or ideas are also very welcome. TYVM.

If you enjoy any of my games, please consider becoming a member on my patreon (free or otherwise).

State of the current demo: ~71k words, with a complete Prologue. Chapter 1 is in progress. Content Info: this game is for those 18+, due to graphic violence against both human and fantasy creatures, as well as (future) sexual content.

Romantic Options:

Raena: Your childhood friend who grew up as an orphan in the same church as you. She is the pride of the parish's Armsmaster and has been training on the bow since she could hold one. While she can be rash and impulsive, she admires you greatly and will go out of her way to help you out.

Vana Peacebearer: A shield maiden from a clerical family. She is slow to warm to others, but will always reciprocate any kindness she is shown. Vana will follow the player character out of a sense of duty, but there is something that she desperately wants and cannot have. . .

Maymie Fox: A mage with an affinity for short-range elemental attacks, Maymie will do whatever it takes to come out as the top dog. As an ex-street rat her morals are questionable at best, and vicious at worst. If you make a friend of her, she will drag you right to the top with her, whether you like it or not.

Jem Miye: A little shy, and a lot awkward, Jem is the quintessential healer. Like you, he's a Disciple, but to the God Melekoth, who rules the Moon. He has a feminine appearance that makes him insecure, but you can build him up with your friendship (or love).

Linzel Syrat: Linzel is just charming enough to mask how much he absolutely does not care about other people’s problems. He wants to join your party for the profit. After all, he has a giant spider/bat named Fancy to feed, and he’ll be the first one to tell you that insects and mice large enough to satisfy his bestie are not easily sourced outside of dungeons. (Familiar choice available to players who might suffer the 8-legged aversions.)

Aslo Gergin: Loud, brash, a man's man, Aslo is a mage who likes to fight on the front lines, no matter how ill-advised others think it is. He's more than happy to show off his scar collection to anyone that asks. And when he wants something, there is very little Aslo won't do to get it.

Sweets: A follower and devotee to the Goddess Myrtle, patron of music and merrymaking, Sweets is a rather playfully mysterious bard who resides in Sentari, the capital of Vert. They enjoy getting other people to talk about themselves and making a pretty penny at the night markets off accidental confessions or juicy gossip in general. Your name is on a lot of tongues lately and Sweets is very interested to know more.

[gogandmagog]

I am sooo 19th century churching ignorant. Every once in a while in the Anne series, all throughout the series, there’ll be these tiny mentions of certain families and ‘their’ pews in church.

But as Anne sat in the Green Gables pew, on the first Sunday after her return…

Anne of the Island by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Or

When Billy, beaming with pride and happiness, showed his be-plumed and be-silked bride into the Harmon Andrews’ pew, Anne dropped her lids to hide her dancing eyes.

Anne of the Island by Lucy Maud Montgomery

And for me, I guess I always took this as… not exactly assigned seating but definitely as people being creatures of habit and having a ‘usual’ or preferred spot at church. Then today I found out parishioners paid for designated pews back in those days (the closer to the pulpit the more expensive, the further back the less expensive; very much real estate-y class system), as means to raise income for the church.

And now I want to see a full seating chart of who-was-sitting-where both in Avonlea and in the Glen.

Just because I’m pretty much nosey.

How far up were the Blythes in Four Winds? Do you have to stick with your pew, once you’ve chosen it? Is the lease month to month? What about changes of circumstances? Was there any strategic planning in pew placement? Like was one day Susan all, “this won’t do… we have to move up two rows so Jem will stop making faces at Bertie during prayer”? What if you’re Mrs Rachel and you have ten children? Do you have to purchase two pews or is the price per family, no matter how large?

Who sat in front in Avonlea? The Barry’s?

[deepdreamnights]

Template Prompting

This post is mostly to show off gifs but will get wordy, enjoy this tune while you read.

Did the Academy award me this... award? No. Did the henchmen who have you at disintegrator-point? Yes. And isn't that what really matters?" - Dr. Underfang

One of the ongoing hurdles for any generative AI service is that prompting up something cool tends to take practice yet most people will get frustrated if their first few attempts don't bear at least promising fruit.

The answer: Several Sizes Fit Most

A lot of services, Vidu included, Do this via templates where most of the prompting is already done for you and you just add a few words or an image reference. A menu of these builds up over time as an easy "try out" feature.

I normally don't use those, but as part of Vidu's Creative Partner Program, they gave me about a music video's worth of credits to show their Oscar templates off (full disclosure) and so I'm here to opine.

Wally looks how I feel, like, all the time.

For this one, you just dropped in a pic and whatever it was either walked down the red carpet or accepted a reward in fancy duds. This is all straight-to-the-meme type stuff, but we can still learn some tricks from it.

On the left is the result of using the painted Pizazz Jem & the Holograms character art, and on the right is the result of using the Transformer Steeljaw's animation model sheet.

The more painted and shaded look of Pizazz gives the AI enough to interpret it as a real, albeit very vibrant, person and fills in the blanks accordingly.

Steeljaw, by comparison, is interpreted with all his animation-lines in place, and with the flat coloration, gets reinterpreted as a sort of half-toon or living pepekura creature. Which is an effect you can use by using obviously-illustrated reference with live action backgrounds or prompting.

To produce a particularly unique, dreamlike effect.

But it's not super-consistent across different types of designs. Both the Baroness and Full-Boar here were flat, animation model sheets with no shading. Baroness, however, is more of a person with makeup and costuming trying to make her look like a toon while Full-Boar is a fully cel-shaded toon composited into the scene.

You can control that process more if you're controlling all the prompting, but templates don't really let you do that. On the other hand, all my red carpet pics are first attempts, while the in-scene ones took multiple attempts and tweaks to the process.

And it is surprisingly robust in what it can adapt to, even if Deadeye's doing the 'trying not to shit myself' walk because that toy's legs were purely decrative coverings for wheels, that's impressive.

Sense of scale is way off in hilarious ways, even if one assumes they're people in costumes they're like 2 feet tall.

Pop on over to Vidu if you want to, tell 'em DeepDreamNights sent you.

[realjem]

LETS FUCKING

GOOOOOO

thank yio for thej skinks :3 they are funny

Of course, my friend! ...In fact, it's dangerous to be alone out there. Why not have one more for the road?

You recieved 1x Blue-tongued Skink (Uncommon) !