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                           𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄
Card Board Game

James Id here.  I’m the programmer, modeler and animator for The Legend of Bum-bo, and I want to talk about cardboard.

Why Cardboard?

Edmund and I grew up in households where cardboard and office materials were more plentiful than toys and games.  After playing a video game for the 500th time sparked our imaginations, we would take to making our own fun using paper, glue, tape and cardboard.

Instead of creating the vehicles and weapons from the video games I’d play, I tended to work on making my own games and toys.  For example, instead of making a race car modeled off of the ones I’d play as in Pole Position, I would create a race car arcade game.  The track, complete with racers, was drawn on a coffee can.   A dollar store toy car would glide over the track, suspended by a Popsicle stick.

Besides mimicking video games, I would often make my own board games.  They were usually modeled off of something from my brother’s Advanced Dungeons & Dragons books, or the incredibly expensive and involved board games I’d see on television such a Volcano Island and the Grape Escape.

How Cardboard…?

I’m unsure of exactly how we decided on using these kinds of memories to inform the design of Bum-bo.  I do know that, once we had decided on using Bum-bo as our central character, Edmund and I would talk at great lengths about our childhoods; the lack of hesitation we had in regards to building our imaginary worlds, and ever present drama of our home lives serving as this ever-present backdrop to our childish art.  This seemed to fit without the world of Bum-bo and Isaac, and we agreed unanimously to create the game entirely of Popsicle sticks, tape, paper and cardboard.

When the aesthetic was chosen, it just seemed natural that it would take place in various cardboard boxes.  While the scope and quality of all the elements in the game are more exaggerated than what one child would be able to do, we still wanted to limit it within the realm of possibility.  Would an eight year old James be able to craft an intricately detailed sewer?  Not exactly, but I’d compromise by painting a box to have the details of a sewer, and add additional cardboard shapes where it felt lacking.

We had decided that all the pieces would then resemble the board game pieces I used to make.  Enemies would be flat, but stand up on their own, like doorways in Hero’s Quest. Items and puzzle pieces would resemble tokens from something like Dungeon!. Essential environment pieces like platforms and NPCs would be arranged and animated like the house in 1313 Dead End Drive.

A design like this establishes clear rules for creating the 3D models.  First, all models would have to appear to have been created from sheets of cardboard.  All 3D details would have to be created by either layering cardboard, bending it, wrapping it, or crushing it. Second, animation would have some real world explanation.  Cardboard elements with large frames of animation would make the characters seem to have a life of their own, making the real-world aesthetic redundant.  Fewer frames of animation, each a new cardboard object, more closely resembles how I would “animate” characters I created as a child.  My dopey barbarian got injured?  I’ll just switch his bad-ass paper figurine with one of his guts dripping out.

Edmund designs all the characters, items and the HUD using Adobe Animate, and I then use those illustrations to model a cardboard cut out.  Depending on the character’s size, I will create extra layers of cardboard or build it out more like a paper craft model.  I then create textures to put the illustrations on to appear like the character was drawn on cardboard, instead of the cardboard being made for the drawing.

To truly sell the aesthetic, I’ve relied heavily on scanning real elements, and creating textures for physically-based rendering. Using real scans and software like Allegorithmic’s Substance Designer, I can create cardboard that has the subtle wear and ribbing, along with illustrations that don’t quite cover the surface, as permanent markers tended to not do.

It is my hope that the focus we’ve had on the aesthetics of the game does more than break the fourth wall: We hope to capture the feeling of playing as a child who is playing with characters he has created.

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IMPORTANT PSA: Tattoo aftercare

I cannot tell you how many people I have had ask me if my tattoo is fake, painted on, a sticker, or some other ridiculous concept they came up with.
My tattoo is a year old and still looks the exact same as when I first got it done, why you might ask is that?

My tattoo artist gave me important advice, “The way that you take care of your tattoo in the first three weeks that you have it will determine how it looks for the rest of your life.”

So I followed the instructions. As well as you should too.
Rule number 1. NEVER put anything OIL based on your tattoo, it will DRAIN the colors right out. As well as, NEVER put SCENTED lotion on your tattoo.
2. ALWAYS keep it covered for the full TWO HOURS after the tattoo artist does it and covers it, this allows time for it to bleed safely and not smear or bleed colors.
3. If you can at all possible, USE AQUAPHOR for ONLY THREE DAYS twice a day, after that three day period I HIGHLY recommend switching to CUREL lotion. (I still use it on mine when it gets dry)
4. Do not keep it submerged in water for three weeks, this means SHOWERS, NOT baths! soaking in hot water causes your pores to open up which causes you to lose color.

This was the (VERY) simple guide that I used and I stick by, and as you can see, my tattoo has not drained in color at ALL. Tattoos DO lighten up over time but they should never look drained or washed out. I know it has only been a year for mine, but he told me some of his tattoos were from when he was in college, and they were still MUCH more vibrant than the normal tattoos I see around.
AFTERCARE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING AFTER GETTING YOUR TATTOO. I hope my little guide helped and if you have any questions feel free to ask!

Originally posted by laheys-girl


Title: Perfect For Me
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader
Trigger Warnings: None
Requested by anon: Can i please get an isaac imagine where you’re insecure about your body but he makes you feel better?

A/N: Yes, of course! Also, just a note to anyone reading this - you are beautiful in every sense of the word. Don’t ever think you aren’t. To someone, you are perfect. You just have to find the right one. :) (But spoiler: that someone is me)


It was your anniversary and of course, you and Isaac had plans to go out and get dinner at a quaint restaurant. But as you slipped on your dress and looked over yourself in the mirror, you began to point out your flaws in your head. 

You stood for what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes. Having been so distracted, you were just barely holding onto the straps of the dress and having them over over your shoulders.

That was when you were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts by Isaac, handsomely clad in a tuxedo, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He delicately placed his chin on your shoulder and looked at your reflections.

You looked beyond gorgeous to him.

But you seemed to think otherwise.

“You’ve been holding those straps for 5 minutes. Were you waiting for me to take them off?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You released a little chuckle and shook your head, causing your hair to fall in front of your face. Before you could even speak, Isaac’s hand reached up and pushed it behind your ear. 

“You look breathtaking,” he told you, placing a small kiss on the space between your neck and your shoulder. “You’re making it really hard for me not to put a hickey on your neck.”

You blushed and averted your eyes away shyly. “Oh, shut up, Isaac,” you muttered.

You felt Isaac shake his head and noticed in your peripheral that he was grinning like an idiot. “I must say that your dress really hugs your body perfectly,” he began, “but your body looks way better with it off.” He then wrapped his arms tighter around you before spinning you around to face him. 

Gingerly, Isaac placed his hands on your waist and swayed you softly to some imaginary music in his head. You rolled your eyes, but wrapped your arms around his neck anyway. “You don’t need to flirt with me. We’re already dating.”

“I know,” he said with the softest of smiles as he looked into your eyes, “but I always like seeing you blush when I compliment you.” 

He then placed a kiss on your forehead, his lips hovering for a few seconds. “I also like the way that you carry yourself. I love the way that you speak. I love how you fit so perfectly against me. Your skin is so smooth. Your eyes are so dazzling. And your hair. When I run my hands through it, it feels like silk.” When you looked away in embarrassment, he grabbed your chin lightly and turned your head to face him again. “I know you don’t see yourself the way that I do. Maybe you’re not perfect to others, but you’re perfect in my eyes.” He leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss before he pulled away reluctantly. “I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

Your eyelashes fluttered as you looked up at him. “You’re making it really hard for me not to want to have sex with you,” you said with a laugh.

Isaac smirked and released a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God, the speech did help to get me laid tonight,” he joked, lightening the mood.

The two of you shared a laugh as you slapped him on the arm, pretending to be offended. “Thank you,” you told him, a breathtaking smile spreading across your lips, “I mean it.”

Isaac gave you a smile that made your knees weak, but you were glad that he was still holding on to you to keep you up. “As long as I can make you happy, I’d gladly do anything for you.”


A/N: Hope you like it!

Kick-Ass

An imagine where Poe is really impressed when he sees you kicking stormtrooper butt with ease and you catch him staring so you smirk and send him a little sass, further impressing him?


I hung my head as the heavy footsteps echoed through the room, nearing the door as the figure in black exited. Once the whir of the doors was heard, my head shot up, fixing on the battered and bloody person in front of me.

“Poe, hey”, I whispered, “hey, you okay?”. 

He lifted his head slowly, looking at me through a swollen eye. “I’m fine sweetheart”.

“He’ll pay for what he’s done” I growled, a fire burning in my chest. He killed a whole village and tortured me and my partner, and that was just today. Who knows what else he’s done, or what he’s capable of doing.

Just then, the door whirred open again and a stormtrooper hurried in, quickly removing Poe’s restraints, then mine.

“Walk” he ordered, pointing a blaster at us, although his voice faltered. He pushed me with the nose of the gun towards the door. With a sigh, we complied, and walked there he lead us. I looked over at Poe who’s eyes were all over the place; he was taking in the layout and planning an escape as we walked. Suddenly, the stormtrooper pushed us into a small hallway, out of view.

“What are you doing?” I asked frustratedly. Shocking us even more, he put down his blaster and removed his helmet, revealing the face of a man no older than me. He looked scared and anxious.

“If you do exactly as I say, I can get you two out of here” he said. Poe and I exchanged looks silently.

“Can you fly a TIE fighter?” the stormtrooper asked again. Absentmindedly, a snort escaped me. Poe furrowed his eyebrows.

“Are you with the Resistance?” he asked.

“No, no. I’m breaking you out” the stormtrooper replied. Like we needed help. I rolled my eyes and leaned back, checking the corridor. My eyes widened as a group of stormtroopers were headed our way.

“Guys” I whispered.

“Can you fly a TIE fighter?” he asked again. He can fly anything I thought.

“I can fly anything, “ Poe said, repeating my thoughts, a little less cockily, “why are you helping us?”

They were getting closer. “Guys”.

“Because it’s the right thing to do” he said valiantly. Bullshit.

“You need a pilot” Poe stated.

“I need a pilot” the stormtrooper replied. Called it.

“HEY!” a muffled voice called. Shit. The group was now running in our direction.

“We got company” I said. The stormtrooper looked even more scared and scrambled for the cuff keys.

“Hurry!” I yelled. With our luck, the keys fell to the ground just as the group arrived. Instinctively, I kicked my leg straight out, hitting one in the chest, sending it to the ground. Another pointed a blaster in my face, and I swung my still cuffed hands upwards, sending the gun flying. With the distraction, I elbowed the stormtrooper in the gut, and brought my leg behind his, sweeping it forward forcefully, sending it to the floor, as well. 

“Got them!” the rebelling stormtrooper cried, holding up the keys. I fended off another stormtrooper while he uncuffed Poe. He ran one into the wall, giving me a chance to be freed. Once they were off, I heard the familiar high pitch of a blaster and spun around. Seeing one pointed at Poe, I ran into the stormtrooper pointing it at him, slamming it into the wall. I looked over at Poe who was staring at me with a small smirk on his face.

“That’s three. How many are you on?” I teased, returning the smirk. 

“Let’s just say you’re in the lead” he replied with a wink. I picked up the blaster from the floor and pointed it in his direction, shooting the stormtrooper running up behind him.

“Four” I said with a wink. The hallway was now clear and we turned to the stormtrooper helping us.

“She’s good” he said, pointing at me and nodding his head in disbelief. Poe looked at me with a wide smile.

“I know,” he said, “that’s why I keep her around”. I smiled back and twirled the blaster around my finger.

“Let’s get out of here”.