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Thank you for all your love on The Cookie Project! I didn't expect to get 1500 browser plays/downloads in the first week. I hope you all enjoyed your time with Ceph and Four! I've just published the (lengthy) postmortem for the game over on Itch. The soundtrack is also up now on youtube.

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System maintenance as a love language

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Happy "happy" day

Stay positive and happy Halloween!

Edit, character and photos by me

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guys i am crying i love them sm

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"CAN YOU STAY?" Disco Elysium fan comics

This game really touched my heart... and gave me so much inspiration... this is my tribute

I want to mention @thirdchildart , her work with visual metaphors was huge inspiration for this comics too, especially that stream where she was talking about visual storytelling in her tma animatic

Disclaimer: This is not an instruction on how to deal with amnesia or the effects of alcohol. I've never drank alcohol and have absolutely no idea what to do in alcohol situations. The situation in the comic is fiction, based on the game lore. If you see someone in similar circumstances, or you experiencing something like this, go to doctor

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Sorry girls, you're not allowed in here

We're doing nothing but science

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Heartbeat

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i cant stop doing this to him

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h/c vashwood on the brain again

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Fish and flowers :D

Photos by me

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i just... *big sigh* am such a big stupid sucker for the idea of seeing ww in scenarios in which he gets to be a lil... vulnerable. a lil... soft. a little... unguarded. by showing all those emotions we struggle to show in earnest because of how easily it is for others to use them to hurt us, insecurities, fear, anxiety, embarrassment, lack of understanding or knowledge pertaining to things considered common, lack of familiarity with "normal" common experiences of life that had been stolen from him. or by getting to fully express himself, jumble his words maybe, mess up, struggle to describe things, all these soft little moments that people who've been hurt too often try to avoid. the smallest, from an outsider's perspective most meaningless vulnerabilities, mundane ones like asking for an explanation on something or asking how something is pronounced or asking to have something clarified or admitting you're the only one in the group who doesn't know this thing or forgetting to do something and knowing 'ah it's okay i can still do it'. reaching out. being human. i just think ww deserves that. and i think vash deserves that. just being. with mundane, harmless fallacies with mundane, harmless consequences. i think they both deserve being... uncontrolled, non-deliberate, authentic in the most vulnerable state of the word, safe. like at the colony, kind of. messy loose clothes and hair. or even just to make noises. you ever lived with someone that makes you fear to make noises? to groan or sigh too loud when you stand up or sit down? or talk a certain way or go non-verbal or give up on a sentence or say 'you know, the thing with the thing'. they deserve to make grandpa noises and complain about mundane things without meaning it. to accidentally break mugs and misplace things in a soft warm homely place that is theirs and just not go to bed for once and sleep in late if their mundane responsibilities allow it and not wash the dishes just for this one evening and forget to turn a light off until someone walks back into the room and and and

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This song has the same color

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I wanna post some trigun nsfw stuff but idk if I can do it here on tumblr. Any advices or warnings? Is it possible that I'll get banned? Should I just post it somewhere on twitter?

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Hi! I'm absolutely terrified and humbled by all the new followers recently! It feels like its only been last week where my follower count was stuck somewhere in the 7000s! Holy shit!

I wanted to do something special once we hit 8888 (since 8 is a lucky number for chinese), and wanted to do a little art raffle. Never done one before! And it reached 8908 as of me waking up oh my l-

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, heres how to enter! 1) Be a follower 2) Like + reblog this post 🥺 Extra entry: tell me in the comments how you found me and/or why you followed?

Prize:

🌟A bust up line art + colour of 1 character of your choice! 🌟

Participation submissions will end in two weeks (26th April 2023) 💖✨ I will be picking one winner! Please make sure you can be contacted via tumblr messaging 💖💖✨✨

notes on what I am willing to draw: - ocs (because i got asked before, yes i'm happy to draw furry OCs!) - trigun characters - overwatch characters - ffxiv characters - nothing too mecha heavy - sfw only (for now??)

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open for better quality

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misc crops of Vash wearing his 3rd? red coat

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I love stories of non-human entities struggling with their humanity. Monsters, robots, AI, things from beyond the stars, something that was made in the image of man but is very much Not Human.

Learning how to love and be loved. To experience joy and pain. To gain something that is your own. To lose it all and grieve. Are you immortal? How do you view the world from ageless eyes? How do you cope against losing your immortality? Do you cry, lash out, struggle against the night? Do you accept it coldly and embrace the end of your story? To believe in forces that can't be observed. Luck, God, fate? What happens when you die? Are you returned to the earth? Become star dust? Or come back in a different form? Do you refuse to think about it, because to acknowledge it would be to mourn your present self?

What limits are you willing to push yourself for what you love? To lose, to fight, to kill? Did you know of humanity? Did you look down on humans? Revere them? If you are cut, do you bleed?

Were you always under the impression you were human? One day you took a stumble, and inside your arms there were wires. How did you view the concept of yourself? Did you love? What can you call feelings if you have no chemicals in your brain?

Humanity so much is struggling and fear, but it is also magic in the small things and compassion. Have you watched a sunset? Could you comprehend the concept of one?

You may hate and wage war, lose and shed your skin, die by your own hands or kiss your lover one last time. But above all you love, you love, you love.