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'Do you think I'm a monster too?'

Ray from Binary Star Hero by @concreteparasite !

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my apologies if its been asked already, but is there any chance of intl shipping in the future for the bsh merch? id loveeee to snap it up but im not in the states :(

If it was straightforward and easy, I totally would love to!

But unfortunately, I would have to spend a lot of time to figure out best processes for shipping internationally (carrier, taxes, packaging, tariffs, ect). Alongside that, it would probably be like 25-30 USD for shipping cost alone 😭 which I would hate to ask anyone to pay that high of shipping cost for my merch.

Maybe some day in the future if I have enough time to figure it out I'll look into it, but for now I am not able to 😔

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Hello! Me again, It's been a while, huh?

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They adopted a cat, the cat is not amused😔

Reference: aniforceus

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Right, this is an old art in which I kinda forgot to post.

Anyway, here's the unhinged man I guess.

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Commission I got for Ray and my MC but they are both cats(ish)🥹💛💜

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I need someone to draw t h i s look

I SCROLLED THROUGH HUNDRED OF POSTS AND NO ONE (to my knowledge) DRAW THIS LOOK IM GRIND MY TEETH, GRIPPING THE DESK,BITING MY NAILS😭😭💥💥💥

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I can make him worse

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So.....happy late birthday to Ray 🐸💦💦💦

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Third play through, y'all. 😭

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ray doodle (finally had time to play some vns … aughhhhhh bshvn is so well made I loved the aesthetics .. )

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☞Nice☞

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I am late to the party but I come bearing a fic! RIP I wanted this to be 100% fluffy but alas I am still very much mulling over that video essay and the angst came swooping in lmao.

You were avoiding him.

That was what Ray thought anyway, but it wasn’t as if anyone would be able to blame him for coming to that conclusion. You hadn’t been by his apartment in several days, and when he tried to drop by your place instead, you’d been visibly on edge. Kept him at the door until you couldn’t justify that, and then kept him standing in the living room until your phone alarm chimed to alert you that it was time for your afternoon shift.

Ray had offered to walk you to work, and oddly you’d calmed down once the two of you were out on the streets. You’d even looped your arm through his elbow to point out a pair of crows playing hopscotch on the telephone wires. It was a game you’d started a few weeks ago, every day he had to try and find at least three things that made him smile (outside of seeing you, of course). It was your way of trying to encourage him to take in the smaller joys.

It was a cute attempt. Nowadays your text-logs were randomly interspersed with silly memes, random animals, pictures of weird desserts you wanted to try, and a lot of music. His favourites were the romantic ballads.

You weren’t cheating on him, he knew that. Even without his mind-reading abilities – “sorry Star, I am trying to curb it, but it’s been a habit for over a decade cut me some slack!” – you weren’t that kind of person. He wouldn’t have become so obsessed with you, or fallen in love with you, if you were.

Maybe you were tired of him and wanted to break up?

At work, Ray snapped the monster’s neck with one hand, his mind snagging on sharp brambles. The possibility of it stung like thorns, the possibility of you getting tired of the possessiveness, the depressive spirals, the inherent danger of being with him. Ray did not labour under false impressions or illusions of peace, he knew being with him painted a massive target on you and that one of the people holding the gun was him. Every so often he still woke up in a cold sweat, his mind filled with red fire, black smoke, and your charred body dead at his hands. All because he couldn’t just love you like a normal man.

Pensive, he tossed one monster away and absentmindedly sliced another in half with his heat-ray vision. He considered asking you outright what was wrong. That was what all the advice groups said. Communication is key, everyone loved to repeat that. Just talk to them! Well had those people considered that communication was fucking scary? That opening your heart up to someone who could easily reach in and rip it out – bloody and beating and dying – was absolutely terrifying? Huh? Yeah, didn’t think so.

The last of the monsters disintegrated into ash under white-hot flames, and Ray barely had a moment to breathe before he was swarmed by news crews. Years of PR training helped him bite back the sneer. Rats crawling out of the cracks and crevices, waiting for the danger to die down so they could pick at him. Or wait, you’d encouraged him not to overgeneralize. Some of them were filthy parasites looking for a clickbait soundbite, but others were reputable media groups simply trying to spread information to civilians. And now that the NAHA couldn’t control him, he was free to ignore the stupid questions about his fitness regimen or hair-care routine and answer actual questions like “any insight into the alien’s physiology? How can regular people keep themselves safe in the event of an attack? What do you think of NAHA’s frequent refusal to pay insurance to those who lost their lives and homes after villain attacks?”

Any chance to badmouth the NAHA was a win in his book. He pulled out his phone to text you, only to see he already had a text from you.

Rayyyyyyyyy!!!!!! (Followed by a truly embarrassing number and variety of heart emojis) Happy Birthdayyyyy!!!! I’m at your apartment with a surprise!!!!! (Insert even more emojis here, along with a sticker of a cat blowing a kiss)

God you were so fucking cute. Ray took off without a second glance, ignoring the journalists on the ground. He made it back to his apartment in less than a minute and was barely in the door when you launched yourself into his arms.

“Happy birthday!” You cheered.

“I don’t know if it counts as a surprise if you tell me over text, Star,” he replied, smiling down at you. Then he took in the decorations, the balloons, the gold stars you’d strung on the walls, and the warm smell of cake baking in the oven. You must have taken the day off work and run back to his apartment to do all this.

“It absolutely counts! Were you or were you not surprised?” You stepped back, pulling him along. Then you paused, turned back, and pulled off his mask. You had to go on tiptoe to run your fingers through his hair, pulling out the hair-tie and mussing it up. Satisfied, you smooched the bridge of his nose with a loud, exaggerated noise. “There. There’s my sweet baby Ray.”

In the past, Ray had always rolled his eyes at romance writers who described love in terms of being shot, whether by arrows or bullets. Now though, now he understood. Every time you kissed him or called him silly pet-names, he felt like someone had put a gun to his sternum and shot him point-blank in the heart. It felt like dying and being devoured in the best way possible.

Then his brain caught up to your words and he groaned. “Star, I love you, but can you please call me something else that isn’t barbecue sauce?”

“What’s wrong with that?” You teased, grinning playfully. “Everyone loves the taste of BBQ sauce. I sure do!”

“Oh?” He tilted his head, a dark heat shadowing his eyes. Before you could consider the implications of your words, he tossed you over his shoulder and began marching to the bedroom. “Then I'll be sure to give you as much as you like.”

“Huh? Wait, Ray the cake–! The cake!”

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This video essay by @7catbag is innnnnnnsane 😱💖!!!

Thank you for the time and love you put into analyzing my game 🥰💕🥹

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There he is- there's the boy!

This isn't actually what I'd had planned for Ray's birthday- I desperately wanted to put out the ending of, plus new art for, Apotelesma. I've been working on it for days, literally converting one of my dad's old tablets into a word processor so I could tap away at it whenever I had a chance, but life has a way of kicking you when you're down and like I said- deadlines kill my motivation.

But I had to make something for this special day. How could I not? Binary Star Hero is one of THOSE pieces of media, the kind that unlocks a part of you you didn't know existed. I had been... so burned out before I found this VN. I hadn't written anything in almost three years, hadn't really drawn anything in almost five. I was coming off another major depressive episode and the thought of creating made me want to die. And then, dicking around on itch.io, I was reccomended a little visual novel that set the spark for all my creative energy to rise from the ashes, born anew. The last time I was this motivated to draw, to write, to learn and hone my skills, was back in 2016 with Fire Emblem Fates.

I have pushed myself as an artist because of BSH in a way I haven't done since my early 20s. I have pushed myself as a writer, writing two stories in 1st person POV, which I vowed to never do again- and I'm proud of them! BSH is the only reason I came back to tumblr after swearing off the site, because I wanted the lore from Concrete's asks. For the first time EVER, I feel like I'm part of a community instead of just standing off to the side at a party, I feel like the people in this fandom want me here. Even with Fire Emblem, I felt like I was intruding every time I shared my art.

So, to @concreteparasite, thank you for what you've given us- given me- from the bottom of my heart.

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Happy Birthday Ray!

I've made a million updates to this- But hope the silliest hero/coffee-drinker has the happiest birthday!

BSH by @binarystarhero/ @concreteparasite

There's also, like- several versions of these under the cut-

Hero Fit

Civilian Fit

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Happy Birthday, Ray!