#so the canvas is blank and full of potential

[ohfugecannada]

I think the comics should synergise a tiny little bit with the movies in regard to High Evoloutionary and Rocket being enemies. Not that I think it should be exactly like the messed up abusive creator/creation dynamic of the film (lord knows Rocket’s comic backstory is enough of an inconsistent mess already), but instead more like “this powerful, 1000+ IQ smug intellectual man who basically sees himself as/is pretty much a god-like being, gets shaken to his core/royalty pissed off when he’s out done intellectually by a fucking 3-ft tall furry abomination”

[otome-dissection]

Idk man I just think that mizu/ena5 and its progression was really beautiful actually. I just think that the release of the ena5 song was also really beautiful and kind of the nail in the coffin for me and I haven't been able to get the event(s) out of my head all week and that I kind of want to talk about it, actually.

It's about being hurt so deeply and continuously that any kindness that could be offered to you manages to feel like a sin, that it makes you crumble and shatter but for all the wrong reasons, not because of the newfound safety, not out of relief, but something worse and more deeply ingrained in you than kindness ever was. It's about carefully measuring the distance at which you keep others away from yourself, to ensure that it never happens again ("To save yourself the trouble", if that makes it easier).

It's about realizing that the people you've been spending all this time with are drifting closer, that they just might bump up against the unsightly parts of yourself that you've tried to keep locked away, it's about turning around and sprinting at full speed and slamming the door shut and holding onto the handle behind you to stop it from turning, because you're as frightened of the possibility of another wound being inflicted on you as you are of the possibility that kinder, gentler hands will reach out and smooth over the exposed scar. It's about hating eyes that judge and silently condemn you as much as you hate eyes that simply see you and take all of you in without scrutiny, because no matter what they're looking and they're looking at you and they know that your hand's on that door handle and they know that you're hiding something because, as much as you try to keep it shut, they've seen through the crack that you foolishly left open.

(The prominence of eyes in Bake no Hana, specifically eyes looking and searching, and finally landing on you, the viewer, Mizuki, is so fucking. Visceral in my opinion. Every character in the MV stares at the viewer in a deadpan, almost judging way. Even though Mizuki knows deep down that niigo won't really hate them, won't judge them, she just can't stand their kindness either; any gaze directed at her is a loss, another prick in their skin. It screams "don't look at me" while making sure that you know, with horrific certainty, that they're looking for you, that you're being watched. You can't go outside, can't leave your room, because they're searching for you, and while that should be reassuring, to you it's anything but).

It's about not wanting to be dissected, whether it's with hands that want to pull your organs apart or stitch them back together because no matter what they're there, and they're getting frighteningly close to your heart. It's about blinding yourself and covering your eyes to it all because seeing means exposure and exposure means they're taking something from you and you can't do anything about it, much less take it all back, much less have a say in the matter. Everyone's just taking and taking and taking and you wish you could just be alone. You wish everyone would just disappear and you could live in a world all to yourself, for only yourself (but is that really what you want?).

It's about the way that, near the beginning of the Yoka ni Mitoreta MV, Mizuki and her loneliness is represented as a dark, splotchy stain in the shadows. No colors, no patterns, no way to clean it or wash it all away, just raw ugliness marring a blank canvas. It's about the way that Ena reaches out to it anyway, the way she startles when the glass shatters just when she finally starts reaching forward, the way that the rest of the MV/song represents her searching for and reaching only further out to Mizuki, even if the broken shards of glass will only cut her fingers, potentially leaving scars.

It's about how, in every way, subtly, directly, consciously, and subconsciously, Ena shows that she fucking cares.

It's about the way that Ena lets Mizuki have autonomy, despite the situation being so horribly out of their control. And it's such a delicate thing: If she really wants to, Mizuki can take the opportunity to just run away, keep running forever, repeat the cycle over and over, and maybe she'll just destroy herself with it again, but it can't be denied that it's something important to them, something she can't quite live without just yet, their means of survival. Mizuki's autonomy is their identity, it's her tailoring her own clothes and choosing her own ribbons and styling her own hair the way she does. Ena letting them have that is as much about trust as it is about understanding that Mizuki of all people should have this right, when control was something stripped from her throughout so much of her life. She couldn't control how she was born, how people look at her or why, can't control what they think of her; lacking control has only left Mizuki vulnerable to the cruelties of others, has only caused them to suffer, which is why it's so important that it's given to them now.

She had the control to make the choice to see niigo's welcoming love and run away instead of staying, and she has the control to make the choice now whether she wants to keep things the way they are or take a step forward to be at their side again. She has every right to have it, and I think the fact that Ena realizes and respects that, even if it's subconsciously, is really beautiful (there is an entire fucking Verse about this in the new song and just. God Look at this. It's so caring, unconditional, and for fucking What. I think there is something to be said about how much Ena is willing to put aside for Mizuki, and maybe deep down it isn't healthy, but for now I'm just kind of in awe)

It's about how insanely patient Ena has been this whole time. Mizuki says that she basically lied to Ena's face about telling her their secret, even after Ena said with such conviction that she would wait for Mizuki as long as it takes, and Ena is just kept waiting and waiting and worrying like this seemingly indefinitely. It's about how Mizuki danced around it, avoided it, kept the distance, straight up ran when she was finally pushed, but Ena still chased anyway when she saw that she couldn't wait anymore, kept chasing just enough to intervene and get a straight answer out of Mizuki when she really needed to, but still leaving her enough space to leave if that was truly what she wanted. It's about how relieved Ena is the moment that Mizuki finally says outright how much they want to be with her and niigo, how much she wants to try, how much more light Ena's voice sounds when she grabs her hand, relieved, the way that the relief she feels can be felt through the music, throughout the entirety of Yoka ni Mitoreta, the way that warm colors always follow her when she chases after Mizuki, just to hold onto her and stop her from running away completely.

It's about how that careful combination of Ena's directness, Ena's persistence, Ena's warmth, her patience, her bluntness about her feelings, the way she chases and holds on but not too tight and her regard for how unsafe and exposed Mizuki feels actually works and breaks it all down. It's about how she really did reach through to Mizuki, despite the thorns and broken glass shards and nearly-unfulfilled promises, the way that Mizuki did finally let her turn the door handle and step through to see what she'd been hiding all this time, the way that Mizuki's hand, limp, when Ena first grabs onto it, shifts to hold hers back as they cry in the face of Ena's gentleness.

Despite how harsh Mizu/Ena5, and even Ena herself as a character can be (or at least was in the very beginning of pjsk), everything is somehow gentle and warm in the end, blindingly so. And you know what, I think that's beautiful. And what's even more beautiful than that is how Mizuki allows themself to crumble and shatter under that kindness, that warm light, but this time, finally, out of relief.

On a final note, I just want to say that I also appreciate how all that didn't have to solve everything. The scars haven't disappeared, haven't gone away, and Mizuki knows that their desire to run hasn't gone away forever, and maybe it never truly will. But for now they've calmed it, at least a little. She's learning to allow herself to be seen, learning that when someone's fingertips brush over their scars the way Ena's did that it's only out of care, and that maybe taking in that care and allowing herself to feel kindness and safety is okay. They're safe, for now, somehow. They're learning. They're trying. And I think that's cool :)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

1920 Second Empire Victorian in Fitchburg, MA would make a great Gothic Manor- it's a blank canvas. 6bds, 2ba, 3,506 sq ft, $399,900.

Check out the Gothic doors in the entrance foyer. Can you imagine decorating this from scratch? Putting your own stamp on it?

Beautiful arch and original stairs. Look at the newel post. Can you envision it?

Huge sitting room could be a living/dining combo.

The dining room has a lovely little china cabinet. Is that a niche behind the radiator?

Okay, the kitchen I could live w/for a while, b/c it's dark. That is a very cool island- look at the metal frame and marble top. You could do something with that.

The primary bedroom is huge and has a wonderful fireplace and alcove.

There are 6 bedrooms, so there's plenty of space for everyone.

Linen and clothes closets in the hallway.

So much potential.

Not thrilled with the bath, but it's not terrible.

Look at this, there's another full kitchen up here. So, it's like a 2 family.

Finished attic.

Vintage tub.

There are only 2 baths in the house, so it looks like they were planning on adding a 3rd one.

Look at the porch and deck on the back. 0.42 Acre lot

[junkithinkabout]

Look I know this is an absolute pipe dream, but what I want more than anything in any live action/recent Batman movie is for them to come out of left field with an obscure Batman Villain.

My pick is of course Baby Doll or Mary Louise Dahl. She could be a truly terrifying villain on screen and it would give more of a hand to the mystery side of batman that is often overlooked for the punching out bad guys side.

Think about it sitting in the theater trying to piece together the puzzle because it's not one of the six villains that are recycled over and over again. I get it the Joker is scary and Scarecrow gives you a great excuse to jump on poor Bruce's trauma. Poison Ivy is sexy and deadly all at once, the Riddler of course has great potential for both comedy and horror, the Penguin is something of a blank canvas for different directors to dress up however they please. Catwoman is a given-she'll always be there a love interest and an enemy all in one.

But they've been done to hell and back.

Give me niche villains, sad, silly, downright ridiculous, and make me scared. Show me the horror behind a woman who's been trapped in a child's body and desperately wants to be taken seriously but finds that in a world full of roadblocks she's forced back into a role she came to hate.

Show me the softer side of Batman who wants nothing more than to help those in need. Or give me Batman who's trying to deal with the political games being played by characters like Hugo Strange who gets off on making people go absolutely batty. Give me Deacon Blackfire and his young and easily influenced cult who could have been something else if someone had just reached out a hand when they were in need.

Give me a Batman of substance, show me the Batman who cares about more than just beating up the bad guys, show me Bruce with his bleeding heart who every time he learns about a someone else he couldn't help sets up another charity.

Batman is a symbol of vengeance, he's meant to be terrifying. But that's not all he is, he's a detective who's trying to better Gotham in any way he can, he's a character who cares so deeply about his city and it's inhabitants that he's willing to give his life for them.

Show me Batman sympathizing with his villains even as he locks them away. Give me cameos in later movies of villains who've been truly rehabilitated and are doing their best to lead an honest life.

[pinnesasong]

OOC. — INTRODUCTORY POST !

Greetings, everyone! My name is mon (the mod), 22, he/him. My main is @monnarchives and I like to post about my hyperfixations, shitposts, art, and all the other stuff that makes me happy !

Please allow me to introduce this new roleplay blog on the block! This blog is exclusively made and penned for the character 'Stick', who is portrayed by the actor Richard Stites, who appears in the beautifully haunting film, Dead Poets Society (1989) !

For continuity purposes, the universally acknowledged setting of the film is at Welton Academy, Vermont, in the academic year 1959. However, due to the lack of social media, and the internet as a whole at the time, some creative (modern) liberties will have to be at play.

Stick's character is underutilized and an undeveloped one, background at best, but that's actually the reason why I like him so much! Just like a blank canvas waiting to be painted upon, he has so much potential for future characterization and fleshing out; there is nothing that is set in stone. Come join me as I create, mold, and develop my own interpretation (headcanons, interests, relationships, etc.) for this wonderful character! Since his canon name is just a nickname, I've taken on the liberty of thinking about his full name. On here, it will be Mr. Sterling H. Spick.

(See what i did there? 'St' + '-ick' = stick)

I've also made a separate dossier/biography page for him, which can be found here, but it is still a work in progress! I will add to it, gradually of course, over the duration of my journey with him.

This blog is also part of a pre-existing DPS roleplay group! Joining my Stick muse are the following lovely fellows:

❧ Neil Perry @deadpoetperry

❧ Todd Anderson @sweaty-toothedpoet

❧ Charlie Dalton @dxltons

❧ Richard Cameron @r-cameron-tradition

❧ Steven Meeks @mr-ill-try-anything-once

❧ Gerard Pitts @gerardjpitts

❧ Knox Overstreet @yawp-knoxious

Our group is still in need of a Chris, Ginny, and/or another background character that anyone of you would be interested to develop alongside us! We'd be really happy to have you !

Stick is, at the very least, acquainted and friends with most of them, according to canon. Please don't hesitate to message me, ask, or interact; I am always down for relationship building, brainstorming, and talking !

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No rude, racist, bigoted, or other super-bad behavior. No super-explicit NSFW. Innuendos are as far as I can go. For OOC interactions, my inbox (fellow mods) / ask (followers) is always open! Submissions are fine, but please keep it mild! No gore, pedophilia, triggering topics, etc. "Have you no shame? How revolting."

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[sprunkitwingods]

Black. The color of the emptiness between all matter, from the largest of galaxies to the smallest of molecules. A terrestrial planet could be seen within the suffocating emptiness, of which the dominant species of said planet has named Sonus.

Above it all, is the same observer as before.. " ...? "

Again, they are unable to be seen, but they can certainly see us. " Huh.. I didn't realize you would be able to make it out this far. But, since this is now evident, I may as well let you witness a part of me. "

The symbol of an eye appears in the void.

" There we go, now you actually have something to look at while I speak. "

" Now, I presume that you are wanting to learn what I researched on the dominant species of Sonus, AKA Sprunki, yes? "

" Well, I must admit.. "

" It's not much. " " I don't know what it is about Sonus or Universe U1BSVU5LSQ, but it is taking me unusually long to reach full corporeality, and therefore I am yet unable to study Sprunki directly. "

" But, I have been able to gather a decent amount of information through studying what Sprunki have learned about themselves, albeit the process has been much slower. "

" With that, we may begin. "

THE SPRUNKI:

" Sprunki are the dominant species of the planet they have dubbed as Sonus, sporting a physiology reminiscent to that of what I can best describe as a living chess pawn. "

" Sprunki appear to stand at around 91 centimeters tall on average, and share a multitude of similarities with humans, such as a bipedal stance, four limbs, and an omnivorous diet. " " Interestingly, their hands appear to be entirely disconnected from their bodies, and yet tethered by a force yet unknown to them. "

" Out of multiple theories presented for this anomaly, the leading theory is that their arms are entirely incorporeal, yet remain attached to their shoulders & wrists as well as transmitting blood & electrical signals via some form of teleportation magic, which seems to be the most likely answer for until I can observe one up close. "

" Sprunki also do not appear to have much sexual dimorphism outside of reproductive organs, with the only notable differences I can spot being that Female Sprunki have larger, more pronounced eyelashes, as pictured above. So far, this is the only difference I have found between males & females. "

" Now, before we discuss genetics, we must first discuss the Sprunki's young, Sprunklings. "

" Sprunklings are incredibly small compared to their adult counterparts, with newborns only measuring in at around 22 centimeters tall standing, & grow to adulthood over the course of approximately 20 Sonuan years. Pictured here, is a sprunkling of around 4-5 Sonuan years. " " Now, assuming there are no genetic mutations or defects, A sprunkling's color will be that of a color within the gradient of both parents. " " Here, I have taken the colors of two Sprunki I am currently observing. "

" One blue, & one green. " " Assuming that these two Sprunki are able to produce young with each other, their child could be any color within the following gradient, albeit starting off in a pastel shade of said color. "

" Of course, as stated before, this is assuming that the resulting Sprunkling doesn't have any mutations that can affect its coloration. " " But before I delve into any potential mutations a Sprunki may develop, I must first talk about each class of Sprunki. "

" Planum, Bestia, Cornutus, & Lux. " " Planum Sprunki are what I can best describe as the sprunki equivalent to a blank canvas. These sprunki are devoid of any outstanding features for the most part, but it has been found that they can sport features that do not correspond to any other class. " " Bestia Sprunki are sprunki that have evolved to appear as any form of real life animal, though they mostly resemble pets. In most cases, this does not appear to affect the types of sustenance they can consume, but they do appear to lean towards foods the animals they look like consume. " " Cornutus Sprunki are sprunki that sport anywhere from 2 to 6 horns on their head. Sometimes, these horns can appear more like antlers, though the sprunki do not seem to count this as a mutation, and therefore, I shall not either. " " Lastly, Lux Sprunki are sprunki that have developed bioluminescence, often appearing as facial markings or antennae. More often than not, they appear as the opposite to the sprunki's base color. "

" Bestia, Cornutus, & Lux Sprunki are also able to hybridize with one another, though these hybrids are unable to produce young. " " With both Color & Class out of the way, we may finally delve into mutations that can happen to both, of which I have discovered 4 as of now, with them being the following: "

" Monochromia, Tenebria, Honorificim, & Anuloculus. " " Monochromia is a genetic defect in which the genes that control the saturation of a Sprunki's color are overclocked, resulting in the Sprunki losing almost, if not all saturation, resulting in them becoming a shade of gray. " " Tenebria, on the other hand, is what happens if the genes that control the brightness of a Sprunki's color aren't turned on at all, resulting in a sprunki that is either pitch black, or is close to being so. " " Honorificim is especially interesting, as it appears to completely swap a sprunki's base hue with its exact opposite, even taking into account any alterations that the other two color mutations may apply. " " Lastly, is a mutation that seems to only affect bestia sprunki, known as Anuloculus. Usually, A sprunki's iris & pupil appear as one uniform black circle within the sprunki's eyeball, but Anuloculus makes it so that the pupil shows up as completely white. Normally, this'd suggest that this mutation is creating cataracts & therefore blindness, but this does not seem to be the case. "

" I am glad that you all decided to indulge me in talking about this species, as, frankly, I've never seen any other species like this within the omniverse. (which is VERY surprising, considering there's virtually infinite universes.) "

" Now, do keep in mind that my research on Sprunki is ongoing, and what you hear is subject to change. "

" And with that, I shall let you do whatever it is that you shall do next, be it interacting with the people of Sonus, interacting with myself, or going back to your personal lives. "

[milksuu]

⌜modern!au!hwei x gn!reader⌟ ╰ ❝ A WORK OF ART ❞

❥ prompt: Hwei takes you on a date. But you're not really the 'artsy-fartsy' type. ❥ content/warnings: established relationship, fluff, suggestive language/themes ❥ word count: 668 an;; i swore i would write something for hwei when he came out. i have fulfilled my promise...to myself lol.

"Tell me. When you gaze into this painting. What sort of feelings does it possess you with?"

"I'm possessed with the idea that someone spilled their coffee on it. And to cover it up, tried to wipe it away. But only smudged it around before deciding 'Ah, yes. This was an obvious intentionally stroke of genius. No one will suspect a thing.' And now, I'm feeling like I could go for a latte."

Hwei pauses, pinching his lips to side at your observation. He bows his head, as if coming to an inevitable conclusion. Which was, in fact, your glaring lack of an artistic eye. Still, he lifts a smile, not giving up on the idea that bringing you to a ritzy art gallery wasn't the worst idea he's ever had.

"Surely," he speaks low as to not disturb the other patrons busying themselves with the view, "you must have some inkling of emotion when you see it. Don't you?"

"Hwei," you finally turn, closing the galla pamphlet you were pressed to take. "You're asking an accountant what they think about art. Honestly, I'm more concerned about the price tag. In which case, I feel a sense of remorse for whoever plans to buy it. It's a blank canvas with a coffee stain."

"I'm beginning to think that you might lack just a fine hair of imagination." He bears a soft smile that washes away any nerve you have over his quip. He has a way of making his jests lighthearted and almost poetic. But that never meant he wasn't being truthful. Maybe that's what made him so dangerous to begin with. And that's what made you stall for a breath whenever you were with him.

Lifting an arm, he gestures for you to take it. You do, and allow him to escort you to whatever part of the gallery he wants to try and entertain you with. He's made a point to inspire you, and even mold you into someone who could potentially appreciate the crafts. He's put a lot of faith in potential. And that you could say, was not the most pragmatic way of going about things.

After a slow waltz to the next atrium, he brings you to stand before a chiseled, marble sculpture of a man. Carved with such expression and lines, it wouldn't surprise you if it started breathing. Quitely, you trace the statues body, down the the very detail of what was between his legs. By curve and size alone, you gather the artist didn't want this particular piece to be missed.

"It's giving me a sense of," you breathe in a refined breath for air, twirling a dramatic hand to the lower region. "Phallic."

You think Hwei will try to argue with you. Chastise you for your childish take on fine art. And possibly end the date early from sheer offense. Instead, he covers his mouth from his airy laughs.

"It seems you have a very good eye for these kinds of things. I knew I was dealing with an expert." A hint of amusement lightens the dark circles pressed beneath his sultry eyes. "I may or may not have have been thinking the same thing."

"My turn to ask the questions, then." You clear your throat, mimicking his ornate style of speech. 'Tell me. What sort of thoughts does it possess you with?'"

"I'm possessed with the thought"—he chuckles, closing the gap between your bodies. His lips mere inches away from yours. Whispering the last of his secret—"of how badly I want to kiss you right now."

"Really? In front of a Greek man's marbled penis, surrounded by a room full of voyeurs?" Your fingers take the fabric of his turtleneck, pressing him closer. "I would've never guessed this is what turns you on."

"Oh. You have absolutely no idea." Hwei concludes, quieting your breathy laughs with his lips. It blooms a cascade of warm tones in your chest, and you feel your cheeks bruise an intense hue of pink.

There's a time and place for when you would tell him.

That the way he makes you feel is your favorite work of art.

[eldritch-spouse]

holy shit pinnie you really know how to write angst. i was reading your posts about Krulu killing the self of admin and i was flat out crying in my bed.

couple curiosities abt it though, is there any possibility that Admin could ever come back to their full self and is Krulu ever haunted by nightmares of Admin? (if he does sleep and dream that is. but i’m imagining like, Krulu finally getting a fitful night of rest and the moment he closes his eyes he’s greeted by admin back to their full self before being forced to lose them again by his own hands) Thank you for the wonderful content pinnie<3 your blog gives me great joy

[You're welcome! Really? Because most angst doesn't really inspire me. Stuff like "well, what if you killed yourself" or sporadic events that cause death just sort of tire me out. "What if reader cuts themselves?"/"what if reader is depressed?". I've grown very tired of those. The thing with you and Krulu was new.]

There were times after that specific scenario where I humored you coming back, but wrong. Not as an undead, but just fucked up. Something happened to your soul during the process, as is likely- Krulu has no idea how difficult it is to pry an intact soul from Dorem's hands these days. And you're clearly not the same person, everyone notices.

You lose track of things, you say stuff that you never would before, you seem genuinely apathetic over most of what goes on, in spite of the way Krulu trained you to feign care and respect. There are moments where that carefully drilled facade falters and you just look... Empty. Confused. As if asking why you're still alive. You're not truly there, some part of you was forever obliterated in this process, memories are missing, your capacity to love is non-existent, as is the ability to hate.

Sometimes, when you have nothing specific to do, you'll grab things that can potentially kill a human and just look at them for a long time. It goes against your indoctrinated mind to hurt yourself, because Krulu would take it as an insult- But you also know that you shouldn't be here. The keeper is calling for your soul. You're lost. Return to him.

Your bizarre behavior doesn't end there, as you've also taken to being amongst corpses when nothing calls to you. It seems right, why aren't you rotting?

You can survive without food for so much longer than you should have. In fact, you hardly have an appetite. You hardly feel pain. Or pleasure. Or most things. Something both the staff and Krulu do their best to collectively ignore.

The bucket tips when Krulu calls you to his floor and silently shows you the raven figurine.

And you, blank as a canvas, with wind in your mind, simply put on the smile you know he likes to see. There's no hint of recognition, no crumb of genuine thought, not even muscle memory seems to have stuck with you.

He's livid beyond words and meaning.

The next day, no one questions what's happening when you start your shift with the very same figurine protruding from your chest in a bloodied mess, where your heart supposedly is. You don't look to be in pain, or care much about it, but it's shattering their illusion.

Because now, they have no choice but to admit that even more irreversible damage was done to you.

Not just your body, but your soul.

In his effort to bring you back, Krulu made sure that there will never be a vestige of you ever again.

And that's enough to make him want to bury himself under The Clergy to die and rot.

[submalevolentgrace]

Yarn Cat is really cute and cool! Do you have any advice you’d give to someone looking to give Pico-8 programming a go?

thanks so much! i had a lot of fun making it

so first i'll say, i think pico-8 is a great platform/system/thingy to make games with, and there are plentiful resources to help teach anyone all the things they need to know; nerdy teachers' guide is pretty comprehensive, and lazy devs on youtube also covers a lot, including things like genre and scope choices to avoid newbie pitfalls. pico-8 code is pretty bare bones and therefore easy to pickup the basics of, if you've never done ANY programming before, following some beginners guides for lua (on which pico-8 is based) is probably a good idea, to at least wrap your head around variables, if statements, for loops, and functions; that's all you'll really need.

then my advice bifurcates: if you haven't already cut your teeth making a few games, i'd encourage you to just dive in, mess around, and have fun with no expectations of making a good or even releasable game. i think a seriously pervasive trap a lot of creative people fall into is feeling the need to do it right the first time; agonising over making their first project in a new art medium the perfect one that has what it takes to become an indie darling, and in the process, they waste a lot of creative energy and learn little because they're not doing all the reckless experimentation needed to really learn.

the first step towards being successful in a medium is knowing yourself and how you create in it, which you'll never pick up first attempt at a thing, it takes iteration and reflection. people think that undertale/stardew valley/cave story struck gold on the first try, but i can guarantee you that's just because all the awkward experimentation of their lone devs didn't make it to the spotlight, or even release.

i made at least 3-4 (poorly) finished games long before yarn cat, and even in the 20 years i wasn't really 'trying to make games', i'd still tinker around with ideas that took my fancy to see what worked. even yarn cat started out as one of those messing around projects, until i landed on some fun mechanics that had potential and got serious. so if you're staring out, don't put pressure on yourself to do great, just have fun as if you were doodling in the margins of your school books, and see what you learn about how you make games.

on the other side; if you've already done all the messing around in game dev with a bunch of prototypes and such and want to make a pico-8 game, my advice is this: be earnest about it.

the bbs is full of proofs-of-concept and weekend game jam demos with 4 levels and things that feel more like shitposts and memes than games, because i think people see the limitations of pico-8 and then don't take seriously any project they create in it. to me, it's not just "limitations breed creativity" that makes pico-8 great, but that the limitations are a breath of fresh, focused air in this day and age. when you can download unity or whatever and have gigabytes of assets and scripts and built-in verlet integration physics engines to texture-map flat meshes for your faux 2d pixel-art game.... well, a blank canvas is intimidating, but an infinite blank canvas stretching off into the void when you have an expectation to use 4k textures and run at 120fps is soul crushing. whereas pico-8 says: there is a hard cap of code size, do your best within that.... and i think unfortunately, most people chose to use only a tiny section of it for a small sketch of a game, or push it to do things it's not meant to (yes it runs doom) so they can flex their code skills. i would implore you to do neither; just look at what is possible, feel out what you think you can do within it, and cram in as much of that in there as possible to make the best, fullest game you can.

i very easily could have made yarn cat 8 levels long with a silly party time ending and joke dialogue or something, but i wanted to do more - in gameplay and mood - and have a sort of thematic/emotional through line and a sense of melancholy journey far from the comforts of home... whether or not anyone sees it in the end product, i reached for it, rather than stopping short because "pico-8 is so limited anyway". conversely; there's only enough space on the map builder to have 32 screens in there; but i squeezed out just over double that by using some pretty basic 'unpack arbitrary data from a string' techniques, and ended up almost exactly landing on the code size limit, and if you look at multi-cart loading there is much, much more you can achieve... but honestly, having that limit there in front of me made it possible to finish at all. with an infinite canvas i probably would have quit without finishing a third through, but knowing there was a finite space to fill made me excited to see what i could fill it with, and make it count.

anyway, i ramble.

basically; have fun, experiment, see what you can do, and do what you can. and as with any art; know what you want to say, how you plan to say it, and ask if the thing you've made so far says that at every step along the way.

[honey-crypt]

Can you do bachelor/ettes with gender neutral farmer that has vitiligo?

your vlog aesthetic is cute btw 🫶🏻

a/n: a request that has been in my inbox before my write-a-thon but i'm making this as request #1 for it LOL enjoy <3 sorry if it's not the best, y'know? (also thx for the compliment, hon!!!)

★ the sdv bachelor/ettes with a farmer who has vitiligo ★

abigail

★ she's simply in awe of your vitiligo

★ she literally went :O when she saw you for the first time

★ always there to hype you up when you express insecurity about your vitiligo

alex

★ "cool costume, dude!" "oh, uhm, this is my skin" "oh.... OHHHH"

★ looks into vitiligo so he can be more sensitive and supportive, bro may look like a dick/can be a dick sometimes but he's all about supporting folks he loves

★ will beat up anyone who pokes fun at you for your vitiligo (such as the time he "accidentally" pelted mayor lewis with his gridball)

elliott

★ bro can’t stop singing your praises

★ writes little notes about how lovely you are whenever you’re having a bad day or when you feel self conscious

★ “a being as vibrant as the sun and as soft as the moon, you’re the best of both worlds”

emily

★ similar to abigail, she went :OO when she saw you for the first time

★ she's a bit ditzy and some things go over her head, especially if you express any insecurity about your vitiligo to you

★ likes to put stickers and bedazzle your spots if you consent

haley

★ to everyone's surprise, she doesn't criticize your vitiligo when she saw you for the first time

★ she definitely criticizes your muddy clothes but she draws the line at stuff people can't change

★ like harvey, her death stare is by far the most potent and has sent shockwaves into the hearts of those who dare to comment negatively on your vitiligo

harvey

★ very diligent about you having sunblock on, not only because you have vitiligo but also because you’re constantly exposed to the sun for your job (“skin cancer is one of the biggest killers out there!!!”)

★ tries not to go all doctor mode on you but it’s a struggle to switch out of it

★ has one of the scariest death stares, which he uses on people who are assholes to you about your vitiligo

leah

★ sees your vitiligo as a blank canvas full of beauty and potential

★ will outline your vitiligo spots or paint on them if you request it

★ paints you a whole ass portrait of yourself when you confine in her that you feel self conscious about your vitiligo

maru

★ her nickname for you is galaxy because your spots remind her of the vast and infinite universe

★ reminds you to keep sunscreen on you so you don't get burned

★ makes sure that she's in the know about any vitiligo-related news and such, as well as reprimanding her dad if he gets too science-y about your vitiligo

sam

★ "oh wow! i didn't know people's skin could have two colors!" golden retriever dumbass moment

★ researches vitiligo after you call him out on being a somewhat insensitive dumbass and ends up writing an apology song about it

★ makes sure that his family is respectful towards you and not repeat the mistake he did when he first met you

sebastian

★ man just gives you a thumbs up when you give (what you seen as obligated) your "i have vitiligo" speech

★ one of those non-disabled people who don't really gawk or get confused at the sight of someone's disability or condition, which is a breath of fresh air for you

★ "you're you and you deserve to be treated like everyone else, regardless of your vitiligo or not, you know?"

shane

★ accidentally blurted out that you reminded him of marnie's cows because of your skin when he met you for the first time

★ repents to this day for that comment, often buying you a drink at the saloon or gifting you some sorta trinket (usually a flower outside marnie's ranch)

★ "i know that i was an asshole when we first met, i still am a bit of an asshole now, but i want you to know... you are beautiful, you're one of a kind, and i'm sorry for any hurt i caused you with my words…”

penny

★ the educator in her comes out when you two start hanging out and you tell her about your journey with vitiligo

★ like maru, she keeps herself up to date on vitiligo-related news

★ makes sure that vincent and jas are educated on vitiligo so they don't make any weird comments towards you

[inertiaabloom]

why I love house plants and what they teach me

House plants have always held a special place in my heart. Not only do they add beauty and life to my living space, but they also provide me with invaluable lessons that transcend the boundaries of nature.  🌿 self improvement House plants have a remarkable ability to improve my mental well-being. The presence of greenery in our environment has been shown to reduce stress, increase focus, and promote a sense of calm. Every time I water my plants or tend to their needs, I feel a sense of purpose and responsibility that brings me immense joy. Additionally, caring for house plants has taught me the importance of patience and perseverance. Watching a plant grow and thrive under my care is a deeply rewarding experience that reminds me to stay committed and consistent in all aspects of my life.  🌿 creativity One of the reasons why I love house plants is the creative inspiration they provide. From choosing the perfect pot for each plant to arranging them in aesthetically pleasing displays, house plants allow me to express my personal style and creativity. The act of nurturing and caring for plants cultivates a deeper connection to the natural world, sparking my creativity and igniting my imagination. Each plant is a blank canvas waiting to be painted with my care and attention, resulting in a beautiful and harmonious living space.  🌿 lessons Plants, in their wisdom, offer invaluable lessons that extend far beyond their physical presence. They do not succumb to pressure or coercion; rather, they flourish when provided with the most basic and essential care. Their ability to adapt and bounce back showcases remarkable resilience that serves as a powerful reminder to embrace change and grow stronger in the face of adversity. House plants teach me the importance of self-care and nurturing my own growth. Just as plants need water, sunlight, and nutrients to thrive, I too require love, nourishment, and support to reach my full potential. The symbiotic relationship between plants and humans serves as a timeless reminder of the interconnectedness of all living beings. So, all in all, house plants hold a special place in my heart for the beauty they bring to my living space and the profound lessons they teach me. From improving my mental well-being to igniting my creativity, house plants have a transformative impact on my life. As I continue to care for and nurture my plants, I am reminded of the resilience, patience, and creativity that lie within me. So why do I love house plants? Because they are not just decorations; they are living reminders of the beauty and wisdom of nature.

[yourselfcoachblog]

Embracing Failure for Personal Growth: Strategies to Overcome Self-Doubt and Build Confidence

I want to speak on anything I've not lived the experience. Let's explore the potential benefits of experiencing failure in our lives. I want to share my personal story, not just to tell you about my struggles but to show you how failure has transformed me into who I am today.

Just like every painter, I always like to start with a blank canvas, painting my background for you with multicolours to see the similarities we share. I grew up in a neighbourhood where failing was seen as a personal flaw. Failure was the devil's mark. I was always the one who struggled. I changed schools three times and repeated a Class/Grade in two of them. Each time I faced a test or a grade, I seemed to come up short. It felt like I was stuck in a loop of failure.

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My experience with failure made me question why I struggled so much, especially when my family was filled with smart and intelligent people. My mom was a curious reader, and my dad was naturally intelligent. Our home was full of books, and my siblings excelled academically, which only made my challenges even more confusing.

Growing up, I always believed I had the potential to stop falling, but I didn’t know how to break out of that cycle. You see, I remember the first time I passed; the excitement from everyone around me was overwhelming. It felt like the curse of failure was finally lifted. To be honest, I was motivated to pass because I wanted to impress someone special at the time.

As Walt Disney said, "All our dreams can come true if we dare to pursue them." But even after I passed, I felt restless and unfulfilled. You see I remember when I landed a job promotion that I thought would finally heal my past failures. However, the joy I felt was fleeting; it only lasted as long as it took my manager at the time to share the good news with me. I remember walking out of that room with my face all smiley, and before I walked to the car, the smile on my face already faded off.

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Throughout my life with every 24 hours I get in a new Cycle, I learned that running from failure only made the achievements I earned feel like another chore.

There’s a powerful theory known as the Fear of Failure Theory, which suggests that our past failures can lead to feelings of fear and self-doubt I lived this theory daily, allowing my fear of failure to control my life. I avoided challenges and allowed self-doubt to take the front seat.

In my experience, one significant outcome of continual failure was an increased fear of failing again. As Henri Ford said, "Whether you think you can or think you can't, you're right." I had to confront my fears rather than run away from them. After many setbacks, I realized that the first step to healing was to reflect on my failures.

Effective Strategies to Overcome Self-Doubt and Build Confidence

1. Accept Failure: Recognize that failure is a part of life. Each setback is a stepping stone on your path to success. As Brené Brown said, "Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity, and change." By embracing failure, we allow ourselves room to grow.

2. Practice Self-Reflection: The process of self-reflection is crucial because it helps us understand why we fail and how we can improve. If we don't take the time to look back and learn, we can't effectively move forward.

3. Reframe Your Mindset: Shift your perspective on failure. Instead of seeing it as a negative marker of your abilities, view each failure as an opportunity to learn and grow, aligning perfectly with Jim Rohn's belief that "failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently."

4. Confront Your Fears: As Henri Ford said, "Whether you think you can or think you can't, you're right." Face your fears directly rather than letting them control your life. This shift can help free you from self-doubt's grip.

5. Learn from experts: Understanding that everyone experiences failure can help ease the pressure. Listening to stories, reading bookings and the right external resources of resilience can inspire you to view your struggles differently.

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In conclusion, while failure will sting and hurt, especially when you self-reflect, it offers us essential lessons that lead to improvement. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." Each failure is a point of reflection and growth. Those tough experiences can push us to become better versions of ourselves.

Failure is not an automatic way to depression. Failure is the fastest and most automatic way to self-reflection and real growth.

Yourself Coach / Empowered by Divine Strength

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[leluns]

―  cauldron  save  you :  it  seems  selene  valfaren  has  been  teleported  to  the  dusk  court,  the  lady  from  winter  is  said  to  be  ambitious  and  is  said  to  describe  themselves  with  a  winter  rose  with  blood  staining  its  thorns,  discordant  splashes  of  golden  paint  upon  a  blank  canvas,  golds  woven  through  smooth  curls,  candelit  confessions  over  fruits  and  honey,   footfalls   in   freshly   laid   snow  and  with  all  of  this  in  mind  their  frisky  nature  always  seems  to  get  them  into  trouble.  may  the  mother  hold  them  as  they  navigate  this  unthinkable  time.

full　name　:　selene elise valfaren   . 　nickname(s)　:　prefers none   . 　age　:　270. 　gender　:　cis woman   . 　pronouns　:　she   /   her   . 　sexuality　:　bisexual biromantic   .

title/occupation　:　lady   . 　species　:　high fae   . 　siblings　:　 high lady   desmera valfaren   ,   lady lydia valfaren , lady roslyn valfaren ,  lady samara valfaren . 　children　:　 n / a   . 　 spouse　:　 n / a   . 　 loyalties　:　 the   winter court .

height　:　162 cm / 5′4 . 　build　:　slender, petite .　eye color　:　golden brown , liquid dark honey . 　 hair color : chestnut brown , often highlighted with streaks of gold bobbles and paints . signature scent : iced magnolias and light musks .

character　inspirations　:　persephone ( greek mythology ) + margaery tyrell ( game of thrones ) + kate sharma ( bridgerton ) + melody ( the little mermaid 2 ) + kiara ( the lion king 2 )

you only wished for a life of soft indulgences and happiness. your position in the line of siblings, you expected it, even. the fourth child with little to no responsibilities that came and went as they pleased, more entranced by the court entertainers and arts than any lessons in politics or otherwise could offer you. your dreams were always full of milky way and adventures you were content to seek in the written word rather than leave the icy wonderland you called home. your family always radiated a warmth contrary to your court, and when your mother died taking it away with her, then your father, you were left a deep sense of discontent.

where you used to be happy with your day to day, nothing felt the same anymore. the walls of your home grew to feel like a cage with the memories of laughter that used to echo the corridors, your edges growing sharp with grief. you still seek something of happiness yet come to the realization that it may not be found in the same place you believed it would.

wanted connections : confidants / best friends ( 2 ) from the winter court , friends / acquaintances potentially from other courts , former flames ( 2 ) , current obsession crush , other painters / arts lovers , enemies / people she distrusts more so than others

[parvulous-writings]

I have several questions about your BG3 oc! Tiro seem interesting!

How does Tiro look like?

Personality?

Any fun facts?

Likes & dislikes?

Hobbies/Interests?

Hidden depths?

Sexualities/sexual presences? Thanks! - Fluff anon

Okay so! Bit of a trigger warning here for below the cut - there will be mentions of violence, gore, as, Spoiler; Tiro is a Durge (Dark Urge) and I do not intend to shy away from this too much - even in his 'good' runs/timelines. (Though for questions 4+5 I will mention things other than murder!) I tried to keep focus away from it in this one, but it's just something to keep in mind!

I kept them short-ish, as I didn't know what you were comfortable with, fluff!

Tiro is a Tiefling sorcerer, with dragon heritage!

I added his dragon scales, and darkened his horns in the second, later iteration!

2. Tiro is very... Blank, a lot of the time. He doesn't openly react to a lot of things, unless it is violence. He does ask a fair few questions though, when he's comfortable with someone. What something means, or what someone's referring to when it's a subject outside of his memory. This is, until he learns of his heritage, and who he is. When memories - though fleeting, and mostly blood drenched - start to return to him, at which point he becomes domineering, vengeful, and spite-driven.

3. A couple of canon fun-facts are that Tiro's footsteps are almost silent, despite his larger frame. He has no idea how he manages it - it just... Happens - and that his name is derived from the Latin word 'Tiro' meaning young soldier, or novice. An out-of-story fun fact, is that his story can go either full-evil, or a redemption route! I am still very much open/deciding!

4. Tiro predominantly likes solitude. Unless there is someone who he is very close to, he likes to spend time alone, preferably by a river or another body of water, to try and escape the urges that plague him. It's hard, having thoughts of slaughter constantly invade your mind, and having to contain them and keep them hidden from others, to keep their trust. If he's not having a bad day with these impulses, he likes to watch the birds. A dislike of his would probably be if someone were to touch him without asking first. He's very quick to violence in this instance, a threatening hand around the transgressor's throat normally gets the message across rather well.

5. Tiro has tried a few things whilst on the road to Baldur's Gate; embroidery, painting, writing. He didn't really take to any of them. He tried - Gods above did he try. But he kept getting distracted. With painting he'd just end up watching the red paint run down the canvas, with writing he'd end up destroying the quill and getting ink everywhere. And embroidered just ended with bloody cloth, and a dull needle. Now, more often than not, he has a crumpled leaf in his hand, that he scrunches up every so often to keep his mind occupied.

6. Despite being born of Bhaal, and being almost entirely driven by bloody self-indulgent violence, Tiro does have the capacity for good. He just needs the nudge in the right direction (or to be led carrot-and-stick with praise and rewards). Deep down, there is a young boy who yearns to be seen, to be praised, to be heard. But that side of him is buried very, very deep, and would take an awful long time to surface, even with someone he loves.

7. Tiro has had a few lovers in the past - the majority of whom are now six feet under. He doesn't really have a label for himself, he's very open with whom he has as a partner - so he doesn't really have a preference either. If it were to be a serious relationship, if would have to be someone who is either very much okay with the amount of murder that he commits, and be comfortable with the idea that he could potentially turn on them, or someone who is willing to put in the effort to help him change.

[yume-fanfare]

because do you Understand. tomoya is fundamentally a very kind person. he will help anyone without making it a big deal and that's why no one hesitates to accept his help. his name has the word for "friend" in it he is the definition of friend-shaped. and he's a honest, straightforward and resilient person. a blank canvas brimming with potential, full of possibilities. a center event about possibilities and alternatives suits him so perfectly

[onlinewealthcreater]

Overcoming the poison of limiting believes

Take a moment to reflect on the dreams you had as a child. What were they? Have you been able to fulfil them? If not, what prevented you from pursuing your childhood dreams? What obstacles stood in your way?

As human beings, we are born with a blank canvas, and it is our responsibility to follow the voice of the dream giver and paint His dreams on that open canvas. The truth is, when God created each of us, He instilled within us a purpose to fulfil on this earth. As children, we possess a deep understanding of what that purpose is, but unfortunately, as we grow older, we often lose the ability to listen to the voice of the dream giver.

As we age, we unwittingly allow negative influences to sow seeds of doubt in our minds, convincing us that certain things are unattainable. These influences may come disguised as well-meaning individuals who genuinely believe they have our best interests at heart. Unfortunately, they fail to realize that by doing so, they are robbing us of our dreams and stifling our potential for growth.

In our youth, we are often unaware of the need to banish these detrimental thoughts from our minds. Consequently, we allow them to take root and flourish, transforming our minds into gardens overrun with weeds.

As adults, we carry this sense of emptiness within us, convinced that there is nothing more we can achieve and that we must resign ourselves to the harsh realities of life. We accept the words of our parents, teachers, and other influential figures who tell us that our aspirations are unattainable, assuming that they must be true. We hesitate to challenge these beliefs, fearing the consequences of going against the grain. Consequently, we passively accept the lies others tell us about ourselves and continue living our lives as they are.

If this description resonates with you, I implore you not to believe these falsehoods. Only your creator has the authority to define who you are and what you are capable of, and you possess far greater potential than you can possibly imagine. The only obstacle standing in your way is yourself. Yes, you are the one who made the choice to embrace the limiting beliefs others planted in your mind.

The good news is that you can overcome these limiting beliefs that are holding you back and hindering your potential. God has given you the power to change your mind-set and allow Him to reveal your true purpose in this world. You may be wondering how to break free from these limiting beliefs, and the answer lies in revisiting your childhood. What were your dreams? What activities brought you joy? Start setting goals to achieve these dreams and make a conscious decision not to let anyone or anything discourage you from pursuing them.

Today, make the choice to examine every limiting belief that is preventing you from reaching your full potential. Whenever a thought enters your mind, ask yourself how it is serving you. Is it holding you back from living your best life? Take action and uproot any negative thoughts, replacing them with thoughts of love, hope, and positivity

To rid your mind of this poison, turn to God, your creator. Seek His guidance and ask Him to reveal your true identity. Dive into His word and discover what He says about you. Surrender your limiting beliefs to Him and allow Him to heal you from within.

It's important to remember that this transformation is not an overnight process, but a lifelong journey. Make a commitment to let God continually renew your mind and pray against the enemy who seeks to steal and destroy. When the enemy tries to bring you down, remind him of your identity in Christ. By embracing this process of self-discovery and relying on God's strength, you can break free from the chains of limiting beliefs and live a life of purpose and fulfilment.

As a child of God, by accepting Jesus as my savior, I can confidently proclaim, "I am a child of God, the Almighty King of the world." This realization makes me feel like a princess, destined for victory, to shine as a beacon of light in the midst of darkness, and to bring hope to seemingly hopeless situations. Therefore, dear child of God, continue to dream fearlessly, knowing that you are under the protection of the Most High.