robot girl stimming by cycling the colors of her LEDs
periodically spinning up her floppy drive, even if there's no disk in there. just to check
entirely solid state robot girl who gets a platter hard disk just as a stim toy

robot girl stimming by cycling the colors of her LEDs
periodically spinning up her floppy drive, even if there's no disk in there. just to check
entirely solid state robot girl who gets a platter hard disk just as a stim toy
"should autism exist in my fantasy story?" yes. "should psychosis exist in my fantasy story?" yes. "should personality disorders exist in my fantasy story?" yes. "should ADHD exist in my fantasy story? should intellectual disabilities exist in my fantasy story? should dissociative disorders exist in my fantasy story? should trauma disorders exist in my fantasy story? should anxiety disorders exist in my fantasy story? should mood disorders exist in my fantasy story? should--"
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
you don't have to include their real actual names and you don't have to have main characters with every single one of these things. But neurodivergent and mentally ill people should EXIST in fantasy stories and fantasy societies, because we exist in real life. We deserve to be acknowledged.
i do not want to hear about nor care about neurotypical people's disagreeing or "yeah i guess, BUT-" opinions on this post lol. shhhhh quiet
“oh no we need to practice for our fake dating” is the funniest trope to me cause like. there are so many people who force themselves into a shitty relationship they hate just because of amatonormatiivity that it’s an ingrained part of popular culture to joke about hating your partner.
which is to say, oh my god you dont need to hold hands and go on fake dates, you don’t even need to agree on a single detail of your cover story beforehand. you can literally stand 6 feet apart at all times and look profoundly uncomfortable and all anyone will think is “yikes™. not my problem”
actually people should address this in fanfic more because “i know we could half-ass it, but i would never fake mistreat my fake husband, how dare you” is absolutely delightful
New trope: fake dating for spite.
“Look, my only goal here is for our pretend relationship to be demonstrably healthier than Aunt Rita and Uncle Carl’s fifteen year, three child marriage - which means the bar is so low we probably can’t fuck this up”
I want to make a post to keep track of all the Goncharov score that’s been uploaded to tumblr, so I will link to all the one’s I’ve found so far and update with any new ones that come up (if you know any I’m missing please share the link!)
Main Theme uploaded by @caramiaaddio
Main Theme (End Titles) uploaded by @if-only-angels-could-prevail
The Bridge Breaks uploaded by @nicewizard
The Clocktower uploaded by @dungeonmastersconsortium
Farewell Scene uploaded by @levuna (pointed out to me by @graduatedpillowmonster, thank you!)
Tempus Fugit - “Clock Theme” uploaded by @trupowieszcz (pointed out to me by @graduatedpillowmonster, thank you!)
Goncharov Theme in Minor uploaded by @mapplejuice (pointed out to me by @graduatedpillowmonster, thank you!)
Katya’s Leitmotif (Vinyl Rip) uploaded by @unscharf-an-den-raendern (pointed out to me by @graduatedpillowmonster, thank you!)
Andrey’s Theme uploaded by @the-frosty-mac (pointed out to me by @muzic4sewerratz , thank you!)
It Is True (Extract) uploaded by @hex-of-els (pointed out to me by @graduatedpillowmonster, thank you!)
Memories Of Water - Goncharov Soundtrack uploaded by @rismrus (pointed out to me by themself– please do feel free to toot your own horn!)
Katya’s Sonata uploaded by @arcanistvysoren
Cover of the song Goncharov by @idiopathicsmile (pointed out to me by @graduatedpillowmonster, thank you!)
At Goncharov’s Gate (PC Version), song written for the PC game with a Super NES port released in 1994 for PC-DOS, uploaded by @badgraph1csghost (pointed out to me by @graduatedpillowmonster, thank you!)
we need more rpgmaker games and im not kidding
like to me there's so much charm in these weird little games that crop up every once in a while even if they're kinda unoriginal i feel a lot of indie games now are Super ambitious but like. sometimes all you need is an engine and a fun story
*NOTE: If you plan to trace/photobash for painting be sure to check whether or not the owners of these sites allows such a thing.
1. Adorkastock: https://www.deviantart.com/adorkastock | These are a collection of references over years of hardwork by the models featured and is a great source for a wide range of poses to use.
2. https://justsketch.me/ | Here's an interesting one! A site where you can pose the doll yourself and use for reference in your arts. Another similar site is designdoll | https://terawell.net/
3. http://reference.sketchdaily.net/en A site dedicated to providing artists with poses and references. This also has a specified search filter if you're looking for something specific
Silly au idea
Idk if anyone has thought of this before but what about an au where Tucker and Danny also wear black but they are from different subcultures like Tucker is a punck and Danny is emo , now not only we have Sam and tucker fighting over their diet but also their subcultures punck vs goth well at least they agree that Danny is a total poser for being emo.
the personification of death being portrayed as deeply kind in fiction is something that reduces me to tears every single time
Garden of Death by Hugo Simberg is one of my favorite pieces of art for that very reason.
Life is a garden and Death is the caring gardener
Look, I know facile trope inversion is for weenies, but I still really want to see a JRPG-style game where the shouty teenage boy who gives long speeches about the power of friendship is the fragile healer and the girl with the gentle piano-and-strings theme song and self-sacrificing “must save everyone” attitude is the melee tank. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable here.
I’m not even being ironic – I honestly think it would work better that way. Like, let’s put power-of-friendship boy in a position where he actually needs to rely on his friends to get anything done, rather than just talking about how they’ve inspired him while he solos the final boss. And as for Little Miss Messiah Complex, well, tell me you can’t perfectly picture how the standard tank protagonist move where you intercept a blow meant for a critically wounded party member, facetank a fucktillion points of damage, then get back up again with one hit point and a voice quip about how the baddies will have to do better than that would play out under her idiom. You can see it, right?
People in the notes are looking at the second one saying “that’s just She-Ra, that’s just–” no, it isn’t. Gentle piano-and-strings theme song, remember? It’s essential that each archetype’s stock personality remain intact, and only the role changes.
She’s sweet. She’s humble. She wears homespun dresses and grows pretty flowers in her free time. She has that vibe that says “I’m going to die halfway through the game to make my boyfriend sad”, except that doesn’t happen, because the baddies don’t have a big enough gun.
I want to see the obligatory scene where the bad guy’s army is burning down her Beloved Peasant Village™, and she’s standing between the evil commander and a group of soulful orphans, begging with tears in her eyes for him to see that there’s already been enough death – except when he callously rejects her entreaties and moves to backhand her out of the way, she catches his armoured fist mid-swing, without even the faintest tremor of effort, and in a tone of infinite patience informs him: “You misunderstand, sir: it’s not our lives I’m pleading for.”
And then she punches people until all the soldiers run away and feels conflicted about it afterwards.
the year is 2039 im in the middle of a 14 hour shift driving a cyber hands free semi-truck that needs a human monitor to keep it from blowing through red lights indiscriminately. since the water is undrinkable we’re back to drinking beer instead im drunk and the AI hologram personified as a non threatening woman with a computer voice in the passenger seat keeps trying to seduce me because fucking the hologram is a fireable offense and the company is trying to downsize
my favorite love language is trying, actually
like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play in an effort to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying
I fucking love repetitive lines that change meaning over a piece of writing yes slay
Pigeons are doves. They are rock doves, and I wonder if we began to call them that if people would hesitate to hate them, as doves have that history as messengers of peace. It is true that in my neighborhood nobody hates the mourning doves, dusky and elegant with wings that squeak as if they flap on rusty hinges. They roost on the wires like little Audrey Hepburns, while the pigeons troll the ground, tough and fat, some of them look like they should be smoking cigarettes. They look poor and banged up, like they could kick the mourning doves’ asses but are wise to the divide-and-conquer tactics we use on one another, so they coo wearily at the mourning doves and waddle forth in search of scavenged delights. What you may not know is when you call a pigeon “a rat with wings” you have given it a compliment. The only thing a rat lacks is a pair of wings to lift it, so you have named the pigeon perfectly. When you say to me, “I hate pigeons,” I want to ask you who else you hate. It makes me suspicious.
I once met a girl who was so proud to have hit such a bird on her bicycle, I swear, I thought that it was me she hit. I felt her handlebars in my stomach and now it is your job to feel it also. The pigeons are birds, they are doves. They are the nature of the city and the ones who no one loves. When people say they hate pigeons, I want to ask them if they hate themselves, too. Does it prick the well of your loathing? Do they make you feel dirty and ashamed? Are you embarrassed about how little or how much you have, for how you have had to hustle? Being dirty is not a problem for the pigeon. You can ask it, “How do you feel about having the city coating your feathers, having the streets gunked up in the crease of your eye?” and the pigeon would say, “Not a problem.” You will now stop blaming the pigeon. It is not the pigeon’s fault. The pigeon was once a dove, and then we built our filthy empire up around it, came to hate it for simply thriving in the midst our decay, came to hate it for not dying. The pigeon is your ally. They are chameleons, gray as the concrete they troll for scraps, at night they huddle and sing like cats. Their necks are glistening, iridescent as an oil-slick rainbow, they mate for life, and they fly.
Michelle Tea, Against Memoir. [emphasis mine]
guy who keeps trying to make u wanna kill him bc he finds your bloodlust hot
ok yes i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly