Hello everyone! My blog is almost 2 years old and I met more friends along the way which made my tumblr life more colorful (^_^). To all my wonderful followers especially new mutuals, thank you all so much for sticking with me and my blog until now! You guys are amazing! I don’t deserve you guys and I can’t thank you all enough! I never thought I would reach this far, a new milestone… 2k is a lot for me and therefore, I will keep running this blog and my other sideblogs for as long as I can! Thank you also for those who looks up, appreciate and compliment my edits, your words means a lot to me you have no idea! It boosts my confidence and motivates me to do more and improve along the way! ≧◡≦
Hey, guys! I wanted to announce that I’m joining the PIxel Horror Jam that starts in July. It’ll be about four months long, running until the end of October, but because of ~reasons~ I’m not certain I’ll be able to commit to all that time. Details on that below.
But the game itself! It’s called Achroma, if the art up there didn’t give that away. It’s… a difficult thing to describe, but the idea is that you play a robot person living in a society governed by an autocratic AI. Also, um, the robots have technicolor blood - except for you. Yours is grey. Listen it’s a little bit of a weird game.
But, good news: you get to play as this cute robo person:
(I got real lazy with the hands and feet…)
Also here’s some more random concept art (I’ve been satisfying my urge to get started by messing around with random pics.)
I’ve got the game outlined and about 50% of the script done. My plan is that it’ll be fairly short, maybe an hour or two at most and visual novel-y in genre. I’m not trying for anything real ambitious here, just a small little thing.
So - what about DE, and what about the time thing? Well, my next semester of college includes a few very demanding classes. During that time, I doubt I’ll be able to focus much on else besides. So DE will have to go on hiatus until after next semester - I might work on it in the meanwhile, but I don’t want to make promises. As for this: I didn’t want to start DE and then drop it again, but I also didn’t want to do nothing. So I’ve decided to try and make this little oneshot game. If the due date comes and it’s not complete, I imagine I’ll just post what I have, maybe return to it when I have more time to devote.
Anyway, thanks for hanging around. I’m excited to see where this goes.
ive rewritten 13 pages today.. until the part where akko comes in on shooting star… but i cant do this next part yet. not now. not until tomorrow. i gotta.. i gotta do it all in one day i can’t stop halfway through THAT SCENE okay i gotta stop now and do that scene tomorrow morning i nghgnng
I am completely overwhelmed by everyone’s amazing and encouraging responses to my first chapter. It’s hard to explain just how much your comments mean to me! You guys are just the best. I hope you enjoy everything to come!
Special thanks to Corinna, my amazing Mandarin translator!! And always Kaiya and Liz. Love yall. =)
“Do I have to go to school today?” Daisy looked up at Melinda imploringly from behind her bowl of cereal.
“Eat another bite, Daisy, and yes.” Melinda answered, glancing at her daughter from the island where she was assembling a turkey and cheese sandwich for Daisy’s lunchbox. The disappointment on Daisy’s little face made her want to change her mind, but her shift started in an hour. She couldn’t call out now unless there was some kind of emergency.
“But-but I wanna go to work with you.” Daisy sounded like she was on the verge of tears.
Melinda set down the sandwich and immediately went to crouch beside her little girl. She was used to Daisy’s reluctance to part from her. Especially when she was a baby, her separation anxiety had made it difficult for Melinda to go anywhere alone. But this was something different. She usually wasn’t this clingy anymore unless she was sick…or something was upsetting her.
“Daisy, xiǎo huā,” Melinda had given Daisy the Mandarin nickname when she was still just a baby: little flower. Melinda put a hand on her back and switched to Mandarin, as she frequently did at the house with Daisy. “What’s wrong?” She probed.
Some people gave me the green light so grab your blankets and get comfy my children, story time it is.
It all happened this morning when I was about to go to my aunt’s house where my actual cat is (mine is too small so I can’t keep any pets in there. It’s a department) and suddenly I see a cat in the parking lot that was way too similar to mine. I call her name and immediately she reaches me and rubs herself all over me. That was too suspicious but since I was in a hurry I took the fucking cat with me and got in the car. I thought “maybe she escaped while no one was looking” “my aunt probably hasn’t even noticed yet” And as soon as I arrive there and somehow manage to knock the door with both my bags and the cat in my hands I ask my aunt if America (that’s my cat’s name) is there. She looks over and replies “Yes, she’s right here with us” I FELT LIKE THE DUMBEST PERSON ON EARTH WHAT THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT CAT NOW
After I gave her food and figured what the fuck just happened my aunt convinced me to return her to the place where I had found her. Reluctantly I had to agree, unfortunately we have no place for another one. Then my cat looks out to the window and gives her a killer look, like “who’s this bitch” I swear to God my cat is the most jealous hoe ever
Finally I returned her to the parking lot and I hope I get to see her as soon as I arrive home.
for a sec i thought that this was incomplete and i was like “who is L?” and then i remembered it’s a dude from death note, but since i’ve never seen death note i wikipedia’d him and he’s reminding me of me: a shriveled, antisocial asshole that doesn’t like to talk but really likes sweets
but they’re both so…… old. too old for me. but assuming they’re just two emo teenagers in front of me i’d pick L because the emo tsuntsun levi isn’t really my gig despite how great toilet jokes are.
Out of curiosity does anyone have any questions for my OCs? I know Drew and Cyril don’t get much love these days along with Leo and Gwyn so I was wondering if you guys wanted to find out anything about them since I wanna draw them some more and flush their characters out a bit on this blog
Okay but also like. Did you notice who was pissed that frank was killing dudes?? It was white dudes. Ladies and POC and people routinely ducked over by cops were like ffs thank you??? For doing something to help us??? And white dudes are like but that's what the police are for. And what's gross is actual cops trying to appropriate the punisher logo like what the actual duck.
EXACTLY! more-than-likely straight, white dudes who have a problem with him. now, i really don’t like to get political- especially bc this is just a role-playing blog– and it’s not like we saw ALL the potential jurors during that specific scene– but you’re right! because women and poc are the least likely to be defended by cops, the people who actually get paid to do the less-extreme version of what frank is doing.
i’ve also noticed how in the comics it’s usually the white, male cops who are like “but i’m a COP!” when trying to defend their corrupt behavior to frank.
and it really is disgusting?? that some cops out there have a bias while frank castle - a literal SERIAL KILLER has no bias whatsoever? he doesn’t care about your gender (okay, maybe a little– he gives women benefit of the doubt majority of the time unless he absolutely knows a woman did something wrong), or your skin color. if you’re GUILTY, you’re dead. he protects ALL the innocent people regardless of their opinion towards him while more and more cops in the recent years have seem to grow a horrible bias against the people they’re sworn to protect. frank didn’t swear to protect anyone. he fought a war, he did his job. but he made it his PURPOSE to protect everyone that needed it. he itches and stays up at night if he lets innocent people die.
now, idk if these writers did that intentionally, but i think that’s another great example of how frank operates. of how he could be so much worse but he just isn’t. he’s literally seen the worst the world has to offer– and he doesn’t care about the individual. he cares about whether or not they’re guilty. THAT’S how black and white he is. there’s no bias, there’s no gray areas. the only gray area is age to him.