#no more reset

[its-a-mimc]

Colored versatile! They will take the place of Frisk in my au Underchage!

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

ITS THREE AM AND YOU KNOW WHAT THIS CANNOT KILL ME IN A WAY THAT MATTERS COMMISSION NEEDS????

S PI R A L S

[yashley]

Then why are you here? What is it you want? I want to free you.

[artilite]

fuck you *lethal companies your in stars and time*

(long) exposition under cut (spoilers for ISAT + lethal company logs)

This au takes place around the time of sigurd's logs/before them (i haven't decided if Sigurd's crew exists here or not yet)!

Siffrin was someone who used to live on the Golden Planet before it got eaten. They may not remember anything beyond being found in an escape pod, but they're still paralyzed by fear when getting close to the selling window. He's always first in the facilities, making jumps, braving traps, and heading as deep as he can for scrap.

Mirabelle and Isabeau are the medic and fighter respectively, who both came from the same moon colony. They were both pressured into taking jobs by a work-based society, and applied for the company under the impression that it was a short, high-paying internship with nebulous risks.

Odile is their resident ship manager. She keeps a watchful eye over everyone and relays information about monsters, scrap, etc. In absolutely dire situations, she may come help with scrap. Despite claiming to be a first-timer, her badge says Leader??

Nille and Bonnie ended up with the crew after taking a chance to run away from their parents. Seeing a high-paying job that provided everything and would take them far away sounded too good to pass up. Nille lied about Bonnie's age to take them with her. After seeing the reality of this job, though, she regrets not finding another way out. Bonnie is permanently on ship-duty; they mainly type in whatever numbers Odile tells them. Nille is also a fighter, though she prefers the weighty stop sign as opposed to Isabeau's shovel.

Loop, after hundreds upon thousands of quotas, dying every possible death, learning everything they could- even the real identity of The Company- realizes there was one thing they've never done before. They've never died to The Company. Desperate for a way out, and haunted by the whispers and screams beyond the wall, they give themselves up. Maybe that would finally satisfy the monster- to have devoured every last piece of the Golden Planet. Maybe their crew could finally rest easy that way. Well, they didn't loop back. But through the dark and damp, there's static on the walkie talkie. Loop picks up, and hears their own voice just beyond the wall.

(Loop's design is the most different by far, since instead of consuming a star, they themselves are slowly getting digested. They're inspired by the visual of red crying faces from the logs :D)

[startagainaprologue]

(for change, for help, for family.)

happy in stars and time anniversary!!! one of my most favorite games of all time, and one thats had an incredible impact on my life. thank you for a wonderful year

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Welcome to the Dungeons of Fear and Hunger.

[mari-lair]

will there be a point where sif no longer smile in the character menu?

nope, this is their rock bottom on the menu.

rest assured he is feeling way worse than he looks, this is just how others see him.

[novella-november]

Media Preservation Monday

Yeah, yeah, as of this original post it's actually only Wednesday but hey, take this as a sign to take some initiative, and keep to it each Monday at minimum if you're actively writing!

What's Media Preservation Monday, you may ask?

MPM is your reminder to back up your writing at least three ways at least once a week or whenever you make major changes to your document(s).

Here's some incredibly easy ways to back up your writing:

One your Master Document(s), put a date on the file name, and every day you make changes, "Save As" the Document and change the date. Do this every time or day you make major changes.

Example: You start writing your Novella November Story on November 1st.

You name your master document "Novnov Project 11-01-2024"

The next day, you write some more, and at the end of your writing session, you go to save your document, and instead of simply hitting "Save" you choose "Save As" and save the new copy of the Document as "Novnov Project 11-02-2024".

You now have two copies of your project, and if you keep this up throughout the whole month, you will have a live snapshot of your writing progress.

Each day or after each major writing session, open up the folder containing your document, and back it up. The Easiest and simplest way to do this is to simply email it to yourself, but you can also create multiple backups by:

Save a copy of your dated Master Document(s) to different locations on your Hard-drive, to an external hard-drive, to a thumbdrive, etc.

If you're writing offline on a writing program like Libreoffice, upload a copy of your Master Document(s) to your preffered Cloud-based Writing Program of your choice.

Vice Versa: if you write on a Cloud-based writing program, download it to various offline-based locations.

Download the base document as well as download it as various ebook formats and send them to your ebook library on your phone or kindle or nook or reading app.

Make a personal discord server and upload the document/epub form of your Master Document(s) there [this is also a good way of making a kind of personal journal / diary etc]

Whatever you do, do not be complacent and assume nothing can happen to your writing. Back it up. Preserve it.

Don't have all of your hard work go down the drain because of one tiny unforeseen accident.

When it comes time to clean up your hardrive, always assume you don't have it backed up. Before deleting anything always take the time to copy it over to another physical drive or a cloud drive.

[lazylittledragon]

thinking about modern vampires who aren't suspicious bc they're just the local goth couple

[housecow]

so. covid happened and i never saw some people from high school again. i have this dream of being unrecognizable..

like. we run into each other at the local grocery store, which is normal. i’m using one of those scooters and spilling off either side, fat wobbling as we wind through each aisle. i struggle reaching to fill the cart with my food so my feeder does it for me, even though he does like to see me move a swollen, jiggling arm out to grab another box of brownie mix (“we haven’t tried this one in a shake!”). we hit a drive thru before so i have a 32oz milkshake in the other hand, of course

my friend tries not to look at the fatass rolling by. the cart makes a noticeable noise and it takes up an awful lot of room—but i say “oh my gosh, is that you?” and then we make eye contact

they’re a little horrified, and it’s amazing. eyes widened noticeably, a sharp intake of breath, maybe even something like an “oh!” or “jesus!” but they school their expression quickly and we exchange pleasantries, asking about each other’s life. i pretend not to notice the double take at my size

i tell them i graduated with my bachelors and then met him, my feeder (though i don’t announce exactly that, it’s very obvious). i was in a phd program and doing well, but, lol, he knocked me up. we don’t mention it, but i was getting pretty fat by this point and having his kids was the perfect excuse to put everything else away. i promised myself i’d go back but life happens! my friend totally gets it, or that’s what they say at least.

the first were twins and when i mention that, my feeder’s hand, laid on my shoulder, tenses and squeezes the soft fat there. he promised to do that again last night, though this time his goal is to get me bed bound.

i take a sip from the shake before we continue talking and my old friend is probably wondering how far gone someone has to be to have a milkshake at 10am. but they’re still pleasant and by the time we move on they’re shell shocked. at the enabling, at the changes in less than 10 years, and for just how far gone he’s made me

[malenjoyer]

Hi everyone. I will try to slowly in private my old art since it seems to be something I have to manually do…

I wrote a super long post about how I’ve been trying to process everything: feelings regarding the impersonation, feeling of violation of boundaries, this weird sensation of adjusting to different perceptions of my online self when to me, I’m just a random regular guy.

I’m still processing it but I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want something I love so dearly to be tainted to the point of feeling like I should just blow up everything. I miss posting and I miss reading tags, I miss reading comments… I miss seeing the little snippets of thoughts.

There is still good in that and I still like comics. I want to thank everyone who’s been incredibly supportive so far. I like sharing a space with passionate people who love things I love

[carlyraejepsans]

was it foolishness? (was it fate)

[ahalliance]

foolish told etoiles they couldn’t be on the same team (or roommates, as they said) and etoiles permakilled himself right in front of him im so 😭

[madmaxified]

‼️descendants rise of red spoilers‼️

DO YOU THINK THAT THE REASON BRIDGET IS MAD AT ELLA AND HASNT SPOKEN TO HER IN YEARS WHEN THEYRE ADULTS IS BECAUSE WHEN THEY WERE AT THE DANCE ELLA LEFT BRIDGET ALONE TO GO DANCE WITH CHARMING AND THATS WHEN ULIANA PRANKED BRIDGET BECAUSE ELLA WASNT THERE TO PROTECT HER AND BRIDGET WAS ALONE AND AFRAID AND PROBABLY THOUGHT ELLA LEFT HER ON PURPOSE AND WAS IN ON THE PRANK AND BLAMED HER FOR WHAT HAPPENED AND THATS WHY ELLA DOESNT WANT TO TELL CHLOE ABOUT IT BECAUSE SHE FEELS GUILTY ABOUT IT

[deviousdiesel]

why does this interaction feel so natural between them

[woagopossum]

i bought a buncha modeling clay to make things for artfight thats just been sitting on my desk. I felt inspired to use it and decided to make a little sculpture based on a piece from pearlescentmoon's hcs9 base :)! the mushroom in the back fell down a bit when baking it but otherwise im really happy with it! im not the best with pictures so these aren't the best look at it but its about a thumb tall and sparkly