#Indi uh code

[static-living-game]

What the fuck is on my tumblr fyp

Hi chat. Uh. Do you like VISUAL NOVEL VIDEO GAMES? Do you like ABSOLUTE INSANITY? Do you like OBJECT HEADS? Do you like INCONSISTENT ART STYLES? Cool. Uh. Continue reading if so. Otherwise, SCRAM! /lh

heh. Okay so Static Living is a game. Well, it’s the idea of a game. Not done yet. You can check out our progress here though, if you so please…

This started as like, a random thing on a stream chat cuz two of the people writing this had TV themed usernames. Tiny stream chat, they had the two get married. Then they divorced. And had a kid. And had another kid. And a third kid. And somewhere along the line a drug dealing scammer Nokia man snuck his way in. He calls himself the kids uncle (nobody has ever seen this man in their life.)

Have some art from it, I guess!

We’re just havin fun I guess. Check it out if you want

WARNINGS: this game includes

Drug/alcohol jokes

Sex jokes

Violence

Jokes about insanely bad parenting (purposefully overdone)

[badkarma1998]

Anyone wanna listen to my oc playlist?

[coquettetoji]

{ 🪩 } EREN JEAGER MOODBOARD

★ general eren hcs ★

— hot type of nerdy * defo majors in computer science

— my boy by billie eilish coded

— has hot hands ( the veiny kind with long fingers but his hands defo aren’t abnormally huge 💀 ¡ALSO WEARS RINGS! )

— probably smells like weed, mint gum, and expensive cologne. i’m thinking creed aventus with a woody type of scent

— has a silver chain, not gold obvi 👎 defo does the tiktok arm leaning against door frame chain dangling pose

— solid 6’2 maybe 6’3 depending on shoes and lean muscular

— emotion damaging fuck boy (takes ‘hurt people hurt people’ on a whole nother level but he’s hot so who cares?)

— drives a blacked out camaro with tinted windows bc uh

— doesn’t vape, but will always occasionally smoke weed

— gym bro with a sleeper build * bench is probably 265-270 and rubs it in armin’s face atleast once a week

— has 1 playlist because he listens to spotifys default made daily mixes 💀 ( daily mix 4 is always his go to )

— his actual playlist consists of the most overplayed main stream indie songs but then has rnb songs with 3k listens per month mainly from eren that lowk hit?

— mama’s boy and likes cats > dogs

— doberman boy

— has his snapchat in his insta bio with the ghost emoji next to it

— can play guitar and surprisingly well, favorite song to play is sparks by coldplay

— wears prescription clear frame glasses with the blue light lenses on them at night but wears contacts during the day

— all his $$$ comes from stocks, doesn’t have a job but is so smart when it comes to shit like that **defo has one of those metal credit cards that clink against tables 😏

— has dimples on his lower back and deep smile lines with that joker type of smile lol hot

— 3.8 gpa, math and science smart but not reading/english smart

— has a black phone with a clear case, black background, and his most used app is tiktok and messages

— wears street wear, wife beaters, baggy jeans, graphic tees, expensive sneakers, and cargos

— brown / green eyes, show more when they’re in the sun

— has a single diamond piercing on his right ear bc he’s slutty like that

{💌} new message from mica

hopefully this wasn’t a horrible first post bc i’m new to this whole thing, i’ll figure things out after a couple youtube tutorials >:)

i will gladly go emo for eren omfg he’s such a *moan*

SETTING THIS WHOLE BLOG UP SOON I PROMISE 😛

[fratttymatty]

Update Complete

(All characters are 18+)

Eliot Raynes was everything you’d expect from a nerdy senior in high school. Scrawny build, thick glasses, an encyclopedic knowledge of comic book timelines, and a long-standing crush on the quiet barista at the corner café. He was 18, openly gay, and proudly spent his weekends coding mods for indie games and watching queer cinema on his tiny laptop.

Eliot didn’t care much for sports. In fact, he actively avoided anything that involved shouting, sweat, or "bro-ing out." His locker sat three rows down from the football team’s, and every time he heard them slamming their fists or belting out obnoxious chants, he rolled his eyes so hard it nearly gave him a headache.

But it all changed after one strange afternoon.

It started with a new phone.

He hadn’t ordered it. It just... showed up. Black box. No label. No return address. Inside was a sleek, matte-black smartphone. No logo. Just a post-it note stuck to the screen:

"Tap to update your reality."

Eliot chuckled. “Some weird ARG?” He loved that stuff. So he tapped.

The phone blinked. The screen flickered like static. Then a loading bar appeared:

"Reconfiguring: Nerd Mode -> Bro Mode... 5%..."

“What the—” he tried to turn it off, but his fingers didn’t seem to work. His hand stayed locked on the phone. The progress bar jumped.

20%... 45%... 78%...

He gasped and doubled over as a shockwave of heat spread through his body. His hoodie tightened around swelling muscles. His arms cracked and bulked, gaining definition in seconds. His narrow chest ballooned outward with thick slabs of muscle and a sudden V-shaped torso. He yanked off his glasses — only to find his vision had gone perfect.

“Dude…” His voice came out lower. Deeper. Lazier. Confident. “What the hell is this?”

His thoughts scrambled. His brain, once sharp and meticulous, was being rewired. Long-form essays and art-house films were replaced with protein counts, fantasy football leagues, and bench press PRs. A sudden flood of aggression and cocky swagger bubbled to the surface like it had always been there.

He tried to fight it.

“I’m… Eliot… I like—uh, I like guys, I—”

99%... 100%

Transformation complete. New profile: Matthew ‘Matt’ Brody. 18. Hetero. Athlete. Confident. Alpha.

His phone chimed again. The screen now read:

Welcome, Matt. Let’s get you caught up, bro.

Matt blinked. His room wasn’t even his room anymore. The posters had been replaced with jerseys and flags of college football teams. His mirror now reflected a 6’2” muscular jock with a backwards cap, tight Nike tank, and a cocky smirk. His jaw was sharp, his skin tan, his eyebrows trimmed just so. He looked like the type of guy who said “no homo” before chest-bumping his friends.

He gasped as a weird tingle hit his scalp. A sudden heat surged through his hairline. His usual stringy, unwashed mess vanished strand by strand, replaced by clean, thick brown locks that shifted on their own, slicking into a perfectly careless middle part, with strands falling naturally in that casual, sporty way that made girls giggle and guys jealous. It screamed “I don’t try, I just look this good.”

He flexed one arm and nodded to himself. “Damn, I look shredded.”

No memory of Eliot remained. No coding. No crushes on baristas. No indie films. Just parties, protein, and pounding out reps at the gym.

His phone vibrated again. A group chat with names like "Chad 🔥," "Zack 💪," and "Tyler 🏈" popped up.

Tyler: Yo bro u hittin’ the house party tonight? Zack: Don’t ghost again, Matt. Rachel’s bringing her friend 👀🔥

Matt grinned, typing back:

Matt: Hell yeah, bros. Leg day first tho. Let’s get fkn jacked 💯

As he strutted out the door, he passed a shy, glasses-wearing kid standing by a locker—someone who looked familiar, but Matt didn’t think twice.

“Sup, nerd,” he muttered with a smirk, shoulder-checking the kid on his way out.

There was no Eliot.

There was only Matt Brody — jock, straight, confident, conservative, and loving every second of it.

And he never looked back.

The house was packed. Music thumped. The air was heavy with cologne, beer, and fake confidence.

Matt walked in like he owned the place, dapping up other jocks, throwing casual “yo’s” and flexing abs he didn’t even know he had this morning.

That’s when he saw Rachel — cheer captain, blonde bombshell — waving him over.

“Matt! Finally! This is my bestie, Cassie!”

Standing next to her was a cute brunette, dressed in a pink crop top and high ponytail. She blinked when she saw him. And then…

She changed.

Her eyes widened. Her lips parted in a giggle. Her posture shifted to something bubbly and air-headed. Her already-short skirt seemed to shimmy just a bit higher. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger and tilted her head with a dazed little smile.

“Ohmygod, like… hiiii!” Cassie said, voice high and sugary. “You’re Matt, right? Rachel said you were, like, super hot, but I didn’t think you’d be, like, this hot.”

She stepped closer, practically bouncing.

Matt smirked. “Haha, yeah, I guess I’m kinda shredded.”

Cassie gasped, placing a hand on his bicep like it was involuntary. “Ugh, totes! Like, I can feel the muscles, ohmygod. Do you, like, work out every day?”

“Duh,” he grinned, flexing casually. “Gotta stay alpha.”

Cassie giggled again, looping her arm through his. “That is, like, soooo hot.”

She was hooked. It was like the universe had rewritten her just to match him — the perfect bimbo cheerleader for the perfect bro.

As the music pumped and the crowd chanted for beer pong, Matt leaned back with one arm around Cassie, sipping a Solo cup of something cheap, not a single memory of who he used to be. No Eliot. No comic books. No shyness.

Just Matt Brody — confident, straight, conservative, jock legend. And he was loving his new reality.

[mattiesgf]

scribbles - m.r x reader

summary - dash&lily!au, mattheo and reader communicate through a book, and perhaps its comforting to rant to someone without knowing them?

word count - above 2k

a/n - okay omg, this is literally my first fic ever so don't judge? and I really wanted something like an anonymous romance because I think it fits mattheo. enjoyy

ch2

The Hogwarts library was insanely huge—everyone knew that. Its sections seemed to stretch endlessly, shelf after shelf, book after book. And it wasn’t just academic texts; there were novels too, tucked away in those maze-like aisles.

So here he was, Mattheo Riddle, probably the last person you’d expect in front of the literature shelves, fumbling through titles in a half-hearted attempt to find A Farewell to Arms for his Muggle Studies class.

Professor Charity Burbage wouldn’t shut up about the so-called "sappy Muggle romance." For the sake of his grades, he had to find it. After scanning what felt like every spine in the row, he finally spotted it.

“Finally!”

He grabbed the book without hesitation. Staying in the library wasn’t on his agenda—it never was. The place didn’t exactly hold the sweetest memories for him. The silence, so absolute, seemed to lure the worst thoughts to the surface. It was the perfect breeding ground for overthinking, and Mattheo had no patience for that. He much preferred the controlled chaos of the dorms or the common room. Maybe he’d been alone too long. People could be annoying, sure, but they kept the silence—and his thoughts—at bay.

Just as he was about to leave, something caught his eye: a bright red book on the same shelf. It wasn’t a novel, not with that unmarked spine and leather cover. Curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled it out. The journal smelled faintly of Chanel—a stark contrast to the old-book musk around it. Stickers covered the spine, obscuring what might’ve been the owner’s initials. Lana Del Rey. The Smiths. A tiny “A” tucked in the corner.

He opened it.

The first page was written in delicate cursive, the kind that practically screamed “perfected over years of writing essays on parchment.”

“Do you dare?”

His first instinct was to chuck the thing out the nearest window and let it flop onto the frozen lake below. This felt eerily close to one of his father’s tricks. But then again, when had Voldemort ever cared for indie aesthetics or Muggle music?

Curiosity won. He flipped the page.

“Ah, so you do dare. And no, I’m not trying to lure you into the Chamber to kill you. I just figured if you’re in this aisle, maybe we have something in common.”

“I’ve left some clues for you. If you want them, turn the page. If you don’t, put the book back on the shelf, please—this is kind of my one shot at finding a literary soulmate.”

The handwriting, undeniably feminine, had that neat, practiced vibe. Someone who probably spent way too much time perfecting it in their first year. Definitely not him.

“ALSO, if you’re not a teenage boy, I’d suggest putting it back. And if you’re Madam Pince, I’m definitely a Gryffindor. ;)”

Mattheo let out a low chuckle. She was funny. Slytherin vibes, or so he thought.

The next page revealed a string of numbers:

“1111111”

Some sort of code?

“Solve it, decipher it, and it might just lead…”

He sighed, already feeling the time he’d need to spend on this. But he was hooked. What better way to pass the time than chasing cryptic clues from a journal that promised not to kill him, right?

Tucking the book under his arm, he headed for the exit, but of course, Madam Pince’s sharp voice cut through the air like a spell.

“Mr. Riddle, you must check that out before stuffing it in your bag and leaving.”

“Uh, yeah, of course.” He handed over A Farewell to Arms.

“And the other?”

“That’s mine. Just a journal,” he lied smoothly.

“Right.”

He nodded quickly and slipped out before she could've said more.

As he walked away, a soft voice called out behind him. “You took the journal?”

He turned, spotting a fifth-year—a library volunteer, maybe.

“I did. Why?”

The kid shrugged, barely pausing. “Solve the riddles and put it where you get. She’ll answer.”

“Wait—”

But the kid was already gone.

“Wait—”

But the kid was already gone.

So, it was a girl. Cursive handwriting, fancy perfume, and riddles designed to intrigue. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a waste of time after all.

He made his way back to the dungeons, the familiar stone hallways feeling like they were meant for him, even if he wasn’t sure what “home” really meant anymore.

He reached the dorm, the one that was always a bit of a mess, the one he shared with Theodore and Lorenzo. The air had that funny, almost burnt toast scent to it that Mattheo had gotten used to. It wasn’t perfect, but it was his.

But his mind wasn’t on the dorm or the mess. It was on the journal. It had been... interesting. Why would Mattheo Riddle, of all people, take the time to talk to someone who had no idea who he was? Maybe that’s exactly why—someone who wouldn’t judge him for the name or the bloodline.

“Oi, Enzo, give me a hand with something?”

“God, Matt, do you ever think maybe I have my own stuff to do? Maybe Enzo has plans, y’know?”

“Shut up and help. I totally covered for you with Greengrass about your stupid book, remember?”

“Fuck you.”

“Yeah, yeah, come on.”

Lorenzo flopped down next to him on the couch, eyeing the journal in Mattheo’s hand.

“So, let me get this straight. You’re talking to a girl—who could very well not be a girl—and you want me to solve the riddles and help you, because you’re actually interested? AND, you're intrigued by one line? the one line she wrote-?”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but it’s a good line.”

Lorenzo gave him a skeptical look. “A good line? She could be some weird third-year with a collection of creepy journals. I’m just saying, don’t get too attached.”

“Relax, I’m not getting attached,” Mattheo said, but the words felt hollow even to him.

Lorenzo snatched the journal from his hand, flipping through the pages. “You’re telling me you’re not intrigued by this?” He raised an eyebrow. “I mean, ‘Do you dare?’ That’s some serious mysterious girl energy.”

Mattheo leaned back, watching as Lorenzo scanned the riddles, his lips curving into a smirk. “Just help me solve it, alright?”

Lorenzo paused, glancing over at Mattheo. “Fine. But don’t blame me when this turns into some weird obsession.”

“Alright, mystery guy, string the letters together and let’s see where we end up.”

Mattheo leaned back, watching as Lorenzo eyed the list of riddles. He was already beginning to look like he was about to fall asleep.

“Okay, Enzo, do them for me,” Mattheo said, tapping the page impatiently.

Lorenzo groaned but took the journal from him, reading the first riddle aloud.

“There’s a light that never fades,

Shining bright even through melancholy haze.

Name the song that calls out for comfort and trust,

It’s about heaven, but grounded in the just.”

Lorenzo paused, scratching his chin. “Okay, that’s definitely an old one, maybe like Lana? Considering the stickers?”

Something seemed to have clicked for mattheo, “No, no, no The smiths! SHE LIKES THE SMITHS, ENZO- oh my god, there’s a light that never goes out, thats it!”

Lorenzo kept going, flipping to the next one, sighing at Mattheo. "Once again, same music taste does not equal soulmate- god, do you ever learn?"

Mattheo rolled his eyes, "Alright, shut up, go on"

“If sweets are your craving, step through my door,

From Chocolate Frogs to Fizzing Whizbees galore.

In Hogsmeade’s heart, where sugar dreams thrive,

Name the shop where treats come alive.”

“Honestly, that’s a no-brainer. It’s Honeydukes,” Lorenzo said without hesitation.

“Right, right. You’re on fire,” Mattheo teased, as Lorenzo moved on to the next.

"I’m often served up cold or hot,

A liquid refreshment, I hit the spot.

I come in flavours, both sweet and bold,

What am I? Guess me, I’m quite old."

Lorenzo grinned. “Coffee? Like, uh, lets say expresso? ”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “Of course you’d get that one first try.”

Lorenzo continued to read, now with a slight smirk.

“An ode to a woman with a celestial name,

Her vibe is electric, not one you can tame.

From the album that rocked the world wide,

Name the track.”

Lorenzo stared at the riddle for a moment, clearly deep in thought. His lips curled slightly, as if trying to put the pieces together.

Mattheo watched, his mind already racing through possibilities. "Come on, Enzo. It’s not that hard."

Lorenzo looked up, clearly struggling to connect the dots. "I dunno, man. Celestial name... electric vibe... It’s throwing me off."

Mattheo’s eyes widened. “Wait... Arabella,” he said suddenly, catching the reference. “It’s got to be ‘Arabella’ by Arctic Monkeys.”

Lorenzo blinked, then nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah. That makes sense. Good catch, Riddle.”

Mattheo grinned, feeling a little bit smug. “I know my stuff.”

Lorenzo looked at the riddle like Mattheo was crazy.

“I’m a serpent, sleek and sly,

With emerald scales and cunning eye.

In the house where ambition reigns,

What’s my symbol? Speak my name.”

“Matt, come on. The locket, duh.”

“Oh, right,” Mattheo muttered, tapping his fingers on the journal.

Lorenzo barely hesitated before moving on to the next riddle.

“I’m the one who guards the goalposts tight,

Stopping the quaffle with all my might.

I block and deflect, keeping the score low—

What’s my position? Now, let me know!”

“Keeper,” Lorenzo answered with a smirk, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Should’ve known,” Mattheo grumbled, half to himself.

Lorenzo moved on, flipping to the final riddle.

“I’m a potion that makes truth come clear,

In Hogsmeade, I’m sold with no fear.

A drop or two, and secrets unfold,

What’s my name? It’s liquid gold.”

Lorenzo grinned. “Veritaserum. Honestly, these riddles are too easy.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “You really think you’ve got this figured out, huh?”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “Well, if I’m solving all the riddles, maybe I should be the one old-timey flirting with her through a book. What do you think?”

Mattheo’s eyes widened in mock horror. “What? Absolutely not. I found the book. Plus, you think she could be a possible psychopath—what about that, huh?”

Lorenzo shrugged, unfazed. “Eh, it’s a possibility. But if she’s that crazy, at least it’ll be entertaining.”

Mattheo shook his head, but couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips. "Not happening."

“Anyway, let me put it together. It says ‘string the first together,’” Lorenzo said, already scribbling down the letters.

Mattheo watched, tapping his foot in rhythm. “Uh, T, H, E, A, L, K, V…”

Lorenzo stared at the letters for a moment before glancing up. “Alright, so… ‘THE ALCOVE.’” He shrugged. “Sounds like the one by the lake.”

Mattheo raised an eyebrow. “Oh, like our Alcove, Alcove?”

Lorenzo gave another shrug. “Could be. Or maybe something else. Who knows? It’s just a game, Matt.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mattheo said, leaning back with a grin. “I’ll go check it out.”

Lorenzo chuckled, tossing the journal back at Mattheo. “Right, because you’re definitely not getting invested. Go ahead, find the weirdo.”

Mattheo smirked, flipping through the journal and eyeing the letters. “I’ll figure it out. But, uh, if she’s leaving clues like this, she’s got a decent sense of humor.”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure. Just don’t get too carried away with it, alright? Since it’s just a game.”

Mattheo sighed and plopped down onto the stone steps, resting the journal beside him. He leaned back, his gaze wandering aimlessly around the alcove, still trying to make sense of the place. The stillness of the moment almost felt like an invitation to relax, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this. There had to be.

He scanned the surrounding area, eyes tracing the worn edges of the stone, the lake shimmering faintly through the trees. And then—there it was.

That familiar "a".

On one of the tiles, nearly hidden beneath the edge of the stone step, was a small sticker of the letter “a”—it wasn’t much, but Mattheo immediately recognized it. The same letter from the journal. The same one that had popped up in the corner of the pages, taunting him with its mystery.

Mattheo’s heart picked up pace, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Now we're getting somewhere. He bent down, carefully peeling the sticker off the tile, wondering what kind of clue this could lead to.

Whatever it was, he was definitely invested now.

Mattheo stared at the sticker for a second, waiting for something to happen, but when nothing did, he was about to brush it off. Then, in a blink, the sticker seemed to melt away, its glossy edges rippling like the surface of the lake on a windy day. Before he could process it, the sticker was gone, replaced by a folded note.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. Hogwarts magic, never a dull moment.

He unfolded the note, the handwriting neat and familiar:

"Leave the journal, I'll answer."

The next day, Mattheo found himself walking past the alcove again. The events from the night before still lingered in his mind, but he'd almost convinced himself it had all been some weird fluke, or maybe just a one-off game.

He hadn't returned to the alcove since he’d left the journal there, figuring he’d check back in a day or so. But as he passed by, he couldn’t resist stopping. The place seemed quieter now, the magic of the night before no longer lingering in the air.

But when he got to the spot, he was surprised to see that the journal was still there. Nothing else had changed. Mattheo stared at it for a moment, debating whether to just walk away, but something—curiosity, maybe—kept him rooted to the spot.

He bent down, picking up the journal and flipping through it. 

"Aha, u so could be kinda smart huh? I can’t believe someone’s actually answered, that journal was probably there for a year? And good job with the riddles, I guess? I’m surprised you got the Smiths and Arctic Monkeys one, maybe u have a similar taste Mystery Boy. Your chance now, you give me the dare and I’ll follow through."

- A,

xx

Mattheo leaned back against the wall, grinning to himself. So, she was serious about this. A dare, huh? This could get interesting.

He quickly scribbled in his response, his hand steady as he wrote. "Alright, mystery girl, you asked for it."

omggg, I actually wrote this? I'm very happy about it, and i'd love if people interact w it, also ty @sunkissedscribbles for helping since my first draft looked like a seven year old wrote it 😭 also yes, this will be a series and I'm very open to suggestions and any improvements. (I should probably make a taglist?) - rey

[sunlit-mess]

Since your in multimedia arts is it okay if you could show one of your projects? It's totally up to you ofcourse I'm just really curious

UHM.... I UH.. I KIND OF.. I'M NOT REALLY.. GOOD.. AHHAHAA BUT I'M TRYING 🎀

Projects I'm proud of I guess?

1st year:

Was an art director, storyboard artist, background & character designer, lighting/colorist, and clean-up artist in a short 2D animation project for finals

Had done project exhibits

2nd year:

Part of Indy Films team as sound designer

Worked on storyboards and art lead ( VFX, E-games, World-literature )

Had done 3D modeling, rigging, and 3D animation (blender), as well as game dev/ minimal coding (GDevelop, unity, Visual Studio)

Lead Game Designer (project: puzzle platformer game)

Had done projects for photography & interactive media/novels

Passed the official license exam for Adobe InDesign

One of the Graphic designers for the school's Esports organization

3rd year 1st sem:

Storyboard Artist for an ad, Creative Assistant & Digital Media Tech for branding (advertising and brand communication project)

Had done mid-fidelity wireframes

Designed a mobile application for the school's merchandise store

2nd sem (PRESENT)

Currently working as a storyboard Artist and Makeup Artist for a music video for an Indie Singer.

PS: Yes, we work on real brands, local artists, clients, and more.

[indiegameoftheday]

Indie Game of the Day

The Ballad of Light and Shadow

From a regular college student to a... uh... [checks notes] interactive fiction protagonist! Step into this epic, 63956 word-long ~dark romantasy~ (note: wordcount includes code)!

Created for the Really Boogaloo Bad IF jam, The Ballad of Shadows and Light is an extremely serious dark romance fantasy game created in Twine. It's free, runs in browser, and will have you playing for a massive five to ten or so minutes! Beat that playtime, Elden Ring!

Play this 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖞 here!

[forestgromlin]

intro post!!

special interest: hermitcraft + life series current hyperfixation: hungry hermits!! (tango’s game in hc10)

more info below the cut!

Basic Stuff

call me: bee (like this lil guy -> 🐝)

minor (nothing weird please)

pronouns: she/her mainly, they/them is good too

sexuality: aegorose

art is under #bee doodles blog where i reblog stuff: @forestgromlinreblogs

Other Stuff

(may have been a hyperfixation in the past or is a general thing that just hangs around)

singing (i’m a soprano, and am in choir and musical theater, my range is around A3-G5 on a good day)

piano (i just started learning again, i used to take lessons when i was in like. 3rd grade?? maybe??? idk)

fanfic (i only read it, i don’t write it)

i like coming up with ideas for books and editing, but not writing the actual story lmao

i think programming/coding is very cool, i have done some very very beginner stuff before (if anyone has heard of perchance.org, i made a warrior cats things that has like 10k views or smt at this point 😭 it’s really bad, the code is so messy)

i would like to possibly go into game development in the future bc it combines a lot of stuff that is very interesting to me, but i currently don’t even have a computer i could use, so uh.. yeah

hermitcraft

life series

language/languages (grammar, linguistics, etymology, learning new languages, etc.)

art (i draw on procreate)

marauders (harry potter)

harry potter (i do NOT support JKR)

kotlc

the owl house (this my FAVORITE SHOW i love it SO MUCH ASGDHFHFJFHFUUFGUUVHFJF)

she-ra and the princesses of power

bluey

pjo, hoo, toa, mcga, etc.

good omens (i’ve read the book and watched the show, but i’m specifically referring to the show)

hamilton

newsies (the musical. specifically the pro-shot on disney+. also my mucial theater class performed newsies and i got to play davey so that was awesome)

lotr

rings of power (i’ve only watched season 1)

six: the musical

i used to play violin for like 2 years

music:

maisie peters

noah kahan

chappell roan

laufey

conan gray

boygenius

phoebe bridgers

clairo (specifically the album Charm)

plus many more!

im one of the people that saw tumblr stuff on pinterest before joining tumblr

im very friendly online and would be happy to chat!! feel free to tag me in whatever

tag system

#bee’s thoughts - random original stuff, ramblings, thoughts, questions, etc

#bee doodles - sometimes i get the motivation to art, you can find it all under this tag :D

#bee watches stuff - i’m making my way through a giant list of hermitcraft and life series series, updates will be under this tag :]

#bee’s song of the day - i’m gonna try to do a song of the day everyday!! feel free to remind me if i haven’t posted one lol (i almost never do)

#bee does texting - screenshots of texts i or my friends sent

#bee’s ultimate quiz - i made a really hard quiz about myself and had y’all take it to see how much you know about me :] maybe someday i’ll hold it again for new moots or make a new one? lmk if you’re interested (if so, google forms or kahoot or both?)

tags for moots

(so if you want to see all of my interactions with a certain person, just filter by their tag!)

(lmk if you dont wanna be here, or if you’re my moot but you’re not on here! i’m really bad at staying on top of stuff like this lmao, trust me, i encourage you to tell me)

#my beau-dee-ful wife <3 - @twinklefwinkle <- at the top bc she is my fiancée <333 i love her sm (her name is dee she is amazing)

the rest are in alphabetical order by tag! #andie! - @ladyloss-blog

#bug!! - @musical-dash-trash

#duck! - @duckieselz

#erin! - @kitab00m101

#freya - @freyapoststhings

#indi - @indecisiveness-incarnate

#jas! - @yams-and-toast

#laceyy - @theodditylacey

#lee! - @whimsical-laboratory-tragedy

#lucy! - @chickencentaur

#micky - @n0b0dyukn0w

#nyx - @nyxs-blank-canvas

#patch! - @toooster

#quinn! - @quintessent1ally1

#rin! - @rins-batcave

#rye bread!! - @kutie106

#sara - @snipemeout

#sam! - @imwaitingin-the-sky

#spinny bois / #stiles / #isaac - @spinny-bois

#toast! - @ghost-y-toast-y

#vie! - @thelovelyvie

also @ all of my moots, i love y’all!!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A/N: Don't mind me. I'm feeling angsty and protective over my sexuality today.

"Eddie's been gone for a while," Vickie said nervously.

Robin, Vickie, Eddie, and Steve had decided to go to the new gay club that opened up in Indie. They've been having a wonderful time so far, mingling and getting to know people. Meanwhile, Eddie decided to search the crowd for other bisexuals. Much to Steve’s disappointment, Eddie had found a guy that he liked and disappeared into the crowd with him.

"He's probably hitting it off," Steve muttered.

"This is what happens when you put off telling people how you feel," Robin said. "I can't believe that I managed to do it before you did."

"Thanks, very helpful, Robin," Steve said.

Suddenly, another man approached the table.

"Uh, did you guys come here with a guy named Eddie?" He asked.

"Yeah," Steve said.

"I think he's about to start a fight," the man said and pointed to the direction that Eddie was in.

"Jesus, okay. Thank you," Steve said.

He got up and started walking in that direction. A few minutes later, Steve started walking back with Eddie flung over his shoulder.

"How in the everloving fuck do I not look bisexual? How the fuck are you supposed to look bisexual? I'm sorry, am I supposed to part my hair, dye one side blue and the other side pink? How does one dress gay? I mean, you're just wearing clothes, and you happen to be queer! And if it's because of what I'm wearing, this is typical metalhead fashion. I mean, if this was true, then every metalhead would be gay. And you're telling me that bisexuals aren't allowed to use the hanky code? Also, I did not know about the code until today. I'm sorry that I don't look bisexual enough for you! Let me just change myself to fit your opinion of me! And apparently, you look bisexual and I don't! How come you get to be bisexual? Why am I not allowed?" Eddie ranted furiously. "Also, that one guy who said, "straight people are always trying to find clever ways to divide us." Excuse me?! I am not straight and what a fucked up thing to say. You know, I thought coming here would be another place to feel included, but it's just more people telling me who they think that I'm supposed to be. Being bisexual is just as queer as any other sexuality in the community. There's nothing wrong with being gay, just like there's nothing wrong with being bisexual. I'm sorry that me liking women isn't queer enough for you but this is who I am and if you don't like it then that's your problem!"

At some point, Steve had set him down and listened to him as he ranted. Finally, he stopped and sighed, dropping his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Eddie," Steve said softly.

"Anything that I do, it's always going to be wrong to everyone," Eddie said and sighed. "The worst part is how some people acted like it was something that needed to be fixed. Isn't that why this community was created? To make people see that people like us don't need to be fixed."

"I'm sorry," Steve said softly.

"That's fucked up. What the hell?" Robin asked.

Eddie sighed and started fingering the collar of Steve’s polo. He ran his fingers over the soft material of the shirt before moving them up to cup Steve’s face.

"People are always going to be telling me what I'm doing is wrong, but I'm not going to let them stop me from living the life that I want to," Eddie said.

He pulled Steve by his collar and smashed his lips to his. Steve moaned loudly in surprise before relaxing into the kiss and sighing against his lips. Vickie squealed and started hitting Robin.

"Babe, I'm right here, I can see them too," Robin said in amusement.

Eddie broke the kiss, breathing heavily. He grinned.

"Thanks for carrying me out of the fight. When I said I wanted to fight that guy, I wasn't serious, especially when he brought out his hulk of a boyfriend," Eddie said, and then he grinned. "When I need someone to fight for me, does that mean that I have a boyfriend now who's willing to fight my battles for me?"

"Boyfriend, yes. Champion, no," Steve said.

"Well, damn," Eddie said.

"It's okay, Vickie, I'm willing to be your champion, unlike some people," Robin said teasingly.

Vickie giggled and kissed Robin. Steve rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist, pulling him close.

"Maybe I won't be your fighter, but I will always be there to pull your cute little ass out of the fire and to make you feel better when people hurt you," Steve said softly.

"Are you saying you'll be my fireman?" Eddie asked.

"I guess," Steve laughed.

"You do make me feel better about myself," Eddie said as he leaned his forehead against his. "Let's get out of here. I want to kiss you all over."

"Disgusting," Robin said affectionately.

Maybe one day, people won't have a problem with his sexuality but for now, Eddie was content to live his life with his family, friends, and Steve, who accept him completely for who he is. He was a bisexual man who liked men and women. Just because other people can't see him that way, didn't mean it was any less true. It was his undeniable truth.

[auroraboringaliceinwonderland]

You can blindly guess if you want, but I promised some (7) hints:

Hint 1: Weirdo is a graphic novel I’d started maybe a week ago because I was waiting for the bathroom, it was taking a while, the book had been in my TBR for ages, and it was sitting right there. Considering it’s a graphic novel and I typically read those in one sitting, it’ll be an easy read that may get me back into the reading game.

Hint 2: God in the Machine is an indie-published book that honestly deserves more hype. Sure, I’ve only read a bit of it and mixed up the characters names once (in front of the author…), but so far the hype it’s received is good and it honestly is a good story from what I have read. The reason I took a break from it is because I had a lot going on, but I really really want to finish it and maybe talk about theories…??

Hint 3: One time I was bored and my sibling couldn’t sleep, so we went through all the books on my shelf together to decide which one they think had the best cover. All in all, it was a trick to 1: ease my boredom. 2: tire them out so they could finally sleep. & 3: decide my next read. This is the book that won!! And they’re right; the cover is amazing.

Hint 4: Dragon’s Gold has some mad trans-coded shite in it and I’ve been trying to highlight all of that stuff. However the book mentions iffy topics that I need to take breaks from reading about - mainly SA - so I’d put it down for a while. It’s been months since I’d last read it so maybe it’s time to finish annotating eh?

Hint 5: Like the last book, Hel Followed With Us is trans but had some topics that I needed to take breaks from. This time it’s more along the lines of gore, violence, and religion; however it’s a really good book so far. (Also the cover is immaculate). The main reason I haven’t picked it up since I’d started it - break from the TWs aside - is because it’s under a pile of laundry. But I’ve started folding everything away and the cover is just calling me again.

Hint 6: Technically this one is an audiobook because I don’t currently have a physical copy of the second volume (got the first tho!). I keep falling asleep listening to it which is why I haven’t continued it in a while; idk where I last left off before entering dreamland…. Perhaps it’s time for an investigation (finding the recording I last remember hearing).

Hint 7: fanfiction doesn’t count here. Nor do webcomics. 1: because I read webcomics all the time regardless. & 2: because we’re talking about books here specifically.

Unlike hint 3 this is not a trick. I know what I’m gonna finish reading next. The question is if you can guess it; and if I’ll have finished it before this poll is concluded (in which case I’d have to say what I finished reading and what I’m starting to finish next to see if you got either of them).

Likely is I’ll reblog within a day or so when this poll has concluded.

[ttlynotmemoods]

Hamzah

Lenny wasn’t the kind of dealer you stumbled across in an alley or through some dude’s cousin’s Snapchat story. You had to know someone. You had to earn it. And even then, she might ghost you just for typing “u” instead of “you.” Standards.

Her apartment was a fourth-floor walkup on a street where the windows had bars, and the bodega guy knew everyone’s name and business. Inside, it was cleaner than people expected: pale wood floors, a flat grey couch, a bunch of old indie band posters on the wall. Minimal. Controlled. Like her. Plum—the tabby she called her “roommate”—usually stared at clients from atop the fridge, judging.

Lenny was all long limbs and sharp edges: cheekbones like knives, black microbangs she cut herself in the bathroom mirror, and a voice that always sounded half-bored, half-amused. The kind of girl who made you nervous without doing anything.

She didn’t fuck her clients. Not even flirt. People tried; they always tried. But she made the rules clear from the jump. You were here for the good shit, not the good time.

Hamzah was one of the few who got that.

He was a regular. Came by every couple weeks like clockwork, always polite, always on time. Never tried anything. Just smiled with those soft eyes and handed her cash before crouching down to let Plum sniff his fingers.

She liked him. Not that she’d say it out loud. But she did.

Today, though, was different.

There was a knock at the door—three short taps, one long one. Their code.

When she opened it, he gave her the usual grin. “Yo.”

“Yo,” she echoed, stepping aside.

He wore sweats and an old Attack on Titan tee. His curls were a mess like he’d just woken up, and there was a smudge of cat fur on his shoulder. Red or Blue. Probably both.

Plum gave him a meow of recognition from the windowsill. He offered her a finger. She ignored it. Typical.

“You want the usual?” she asked, already walking to the little cabinet near the kitchen. She pulled open the drawer and grabbed a ziplock with her label on it—neat handwriting on kraft paper, strain name, THC content, mood tag. Consistency.

“Actually,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “nah. I was wondering if you had, uh… anything else.”

Lenny paused.

She turned halfway, one eyebrow raised. “Else?”

“You know.” He gave a small shrug. “Something harder. Just… wanted to try.”

The silence stretched out. She closed the drawer slowly.

“You ever done anything besides weed before?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

He shook his head. “Nah.”

“Why now?”

He hesitated. “I’ve just been… in my head lately. Wanted something different. Felt like… maybe it’d help.”

“Help what?”

Hamzah didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked away, down to Plum, who blinked lazily back at him.

“Look,” he said finally, “I’m not tryna get all dramatic. I just trust your shit. So if I’m gonna do it, I’d rather do it with someone who knows what they’re talking about.”

She leaned against the counter, arms crossed. On the outside, still calm. Inside, gears turned.

She didn’t sell party favors to curious boys. She didn’t hand out hard highs like candy. That wasn’t her business. She kept her circle tight. Kept things safe. Clean. Predictable.

But this was Hamzah.

And she knew what it felt like to want out of your own skull for a night.

After a long beat, she sighed and disappeared into her bedroom. Came back with a smaller container—amber glass, unmarked. She set it on the counter in front of him.

“It’s mild,” she said. “First-timer friendly. You take half to start, drink water, don’t mix it with dumb shit. Don’t do it alone.”

Hamzah looked up. “You saying you’re coming with?”

She snorted. “I’m saying FaceTime a friend or something.”

He nodded, solemn. “Okay.”

She slid it across. “You good?”

He took it, careful. “Yeah.”

She almost said something else. Almost asked what was actually going on. But she didn’t.

Instead, she said, “Text me when you get home. And if your dumb ass does anything stupid, I’m taking Red and Blue.”

He grinned, boyish. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

He tucked the jar into his hoodie pocket, then glanced around like he always did before leaving—at the posters, the neat rows of labeled jars, the cat still perched like a queen.

“Thanks, Lenny,” he said, quiet.

She shrugged, but her voice softened. “Go on. Before Plum starts charging rent.”

He laughed. And then he left.

And Lenny stood alone in the quiet apartment, staring at the door long after it clicked shut. Plum jumped down from the sill and wound around her ankles.

She bent down, pet her absently.

“Boys,” she muttered.

Plum flicked her tail and padded away.

A/N: this is a part of a series that is NOT hamzah centered. If you're only reading for hamzah this series is not for you, if you liked the writing you can check the rest out as well. Also i know Hamzah is in Canada and he wouldn't need a dealer to get weed but just suspend your disbelief for me and pretend that's not the case please <3

[kaija-rayne-author]

I guess the discourse today is about Astarion being the favourite poster boy of the devs to the detriment of the other characters.

Yes. That's unequivocally true. Wyll having so little compared to Astarion is also an example of racism.

It's also capitalism. Larian can't make more games unless BG3 does well. So far it has, so in their choice of poster boy they chose correctly.

Every business, especially entertainment ones, follows a similar model. Develop stories or games that the previous game helped fund. It's common in book publishing too.

(Which, tbf, is my realm of knowledge, but the business facts are the same.)

What you, if you're indie, or the publisher, if not, chooses to spend time on is the thing/character/aspect/story that will sell the most copies so they can stay in business.

They bet on Astarion being popular because:

1. Vampire, vampire stories don't seem to get old. People want more.

2. White hair, if you're at all into gaming or anime, you should recognize the white-haired anime boy coding Astarion has.

3. He's pretty. In games & books like these, people want to get turned on or be sucked into emotions, that's rather the point. So, of course, they made him pretty and gave him an angsty backstory about it. Have you noticed that his vampire fangs are the more traditional style and the rest have funky (and likely more efficient) chompers with the fangs on the front teeth?

4. Twink, you'd have to be really not paying attention to not notice that one. They tend to be attractive to the largest section of players.

6. Slow burn, a lot of people prefer slow burn romance.

7. Classically handsome. You could turn him into a statue (and can!) and he wouldn't look out of place.

I don't experience this type of point form character building, my characters tend to march fully formed into my head and demand I write them.

But Astarion was built as a fictional character that would (hopefully) capture a broad cross-section of players and give the game some more sex appeal.

Sex sells.

I'd lay money I don't have on every aspect of Astarion's character having been a deliberate choice to encourage sales.

And that's fine. That's what capitalism does. Don't like it? Start voting for social support programs and things like ubi so that people can create without worrying about the bills.

Is it fair to the other characters and to the gamers who love other characters more than Astarion? Absolutely not. I do hope Larian gets the message and produces more content to make them all equivocal.

Especially for Wyll, they did him so dirty.

Is Wyll having the least lines and scenes racist? Yup.

Larian, despite their faults, produced something that so few games companies have done recently. A single purchase, single player RPG without micro-transactions that was an excellent game straight from release.

Other games companies are bitching about that because it's like sand in the oyster of their business models.

Which, for a while now, has been to roll out a game that wasn't ready yet and use the players as unpaid, uncompensated labour to find bugs etc. As a gamer, I've really hated that.

Did Larian fuck up? Uh, yeah. On several issues. But they also made an amazing game that was awesome from release.

It would be a shame to lose sight of that.

It's important to call out the shite when we see it, but the current 'it has to be perfect for me, or I won't play' attitude rampant on the 'net these days is disturbing to say the least.

I've read Larian has a feedback thing on fridays. If this really bothers you, hustle on over and participate in the feedback session.

They're still actively working on the game. They can still make changes and they seem reasonably responsive to fan feedback.

But just remember... the reason Astarion is the poster boy with the most content is because of capitalism. It was likely a cold, business focused decision vs anything else.

Which doesn't make it better. I just figured inserting a bit of entertainment business knowledge might be helpful to the discussion.

[noellie-writes217]

Peer Tutor

Peter goes to get his records and ends up meeting an indie punk genius instead.

WC:717

By some miracle, Peter managed to see his records from Midtown School of Science and Technology. He even had to go in, see his principal, who forgot he existed— that wasn’t awkward at all— and asked for his records transferred to an online school. He showed the same sympathy towards Peter that he shows all the new ninth graders at initiation. “Well Peter, I can’t say I’m happy you’re leaving us. Why did you miss so much school to begin with?”

Peter does his best to hide his emotions, never making eye contact seems to be the best he can do. “My aunt died.”

The principal sucked in a breath, “Do you have anyone else who could take care of you?”

“No,” he sighs, “my parents died in a plane crash when I was ten. My grandparents died before I was born, and my uncle was in a car accident.”

The principal nodded. “I’ll tell you what,” he starts. Peter finally looks up. “Instead of transferring you, just try to make up your missing work and I won’t dock you points for it.”

Peter felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time— hope.

“I’ll even talk to another student about tutoring you in the concepts you missed.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah!” The principal sits back in his chair before getting serious and leaning into the desk, “You seem like a good kid, and you’ve been through a lot. But dropping out of high school or transferring to some no-name online school won’t help you get into college. I saw your GPA before you went MIA. You’re way too smart to not get to a good college. So I’m here if you need anything— so is Ms. Kafka.” Peter nods and exits his office feeling better than when he first went in.

___

“Peter?” A voice called from the office lobby. Peter nearly jumped before realizing it was MJ.

“That’s your name right?” She asks. “Peter Piper?”

And the delusion leaves Peter as he gives the most natural fake smile he can muster. “It’s Peter Parker.”

She straightens her posture, something Peter has realized it’s something she does when she’s embarrassed.

“Uh, how do you know my name?” He asks.

“You came to where I work one day…” She starts “— I’m not a stalker! I just have a good memory.”

Peter chuckles at the irony. “So I’ve never seen you here before— I actually thought you were thought you graduated.”

Peter rubs the back of his neck and chuckles in his nervous fashion, “Yeah, no, I- I actually um… I’m a senior.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around.” MJ waves goodbye to him.

———

The day after, Peter goes to his classes and sees a blond girl waiting for him at his locker with a very thick two-inch binder after his third-period AP Physics.

“So, you’re Peter?” She asks.

Before he answers he tugs on his backpack strap. “Who are you?”

“Gwen.”

Peter tries to place where he’s heard that name before.

She pushes the binder to his chest, “This is yours.” She ‘explains’. “Principal Morita asked me to get it to you. It’s all of your missing work. I’m your new peer advisor. If it sounds made up… it’s because it definitely is.”

Peter can’t even get a word in.

“So here’s how it’s gonna work: you and I are gonna study three days a week and every Sunday, you’re gonna text me every time you get a new assignment— I’ve already put together my information in that binder. Everything in there is color-coded and I put resources for studying in the back. We have the same homeroom since now and we will be spending study hall together. If you have an emergency, I’d recommend you handle it until our joined study days because I’m almost always busy with my internship, dance, and electives. So solve your own problems on those days. On Sundays, you’re eating dinner at my house so we can prep for Mondays. Am I clear?”

Peter opens up the binder to see her name and information scribbled in cursive. He nods.

“Great.” She fastens her backpack strap. “I have AP music theory next, so just get your classes done then meet me back here after school.”

With that, she walks away.

Peter’s phone buzzes from inside his pocket. It's Felicia.

‘He just robbed some penthouse in Manhattan. Cops can't do anything because someone paid them off. This is why I need you to help. Please Peter.’

Peter softly bangs his head against his locker after reading that text. “I hate everything.”

[demilypyro]

What' the more trans coded...uh...*flips thru rollodex of topics* indie kart racer, Bloodborne Kart or SRB2 Kart?

Oh, Bloodborne, not even close, are you kidding me

[ask-bon-bunnyhops]

Wonderful! You're a doll, Bon! You don't mind if I call you Bon right?

I'm not a technophile, behind the camera, of course, but I'd be all thumbs with those bells and whistles. But...I may or may not know people who are.

I know I know, you'll want to talk about your lord and savior. I appreciate it, and there's plenty of time for that.

I'd like for us to get to know one another first.

My uh, pet nerd, really wanted me to ask.

What was Bunnyhops: Carrot Hunt going to be about? What landed it in development hell?

-👁️

Of course I don't mind-

Huh, went right for my throat, didn't cha?

I'm just yanking your tail, I'd love to talk about my beginnings! :3

My 'game' was never meant to be released. The title of it is exactly what it spelled out so it was easier to locate; it was intended to be and always has been an unfinished personal project, for my Programmer to get the hand of coding, toy with what he could do inside the digital... change the settings here, create an NPC to interact with me there, mend and mold 0s and 1s, stretch and squish- you get the jist of it! A private playground of sorts. Gave me a simple name, a simple task to check for errors, glitches in my sprite, and mistakes in his abilities... and that is how he made my body.

There was never a concise story, I looked simpler, had no thoughts, I was only controlled to find and collect a buncha low-poly carrots in an empty setting (sometimes it would be a cartoon forest or copy and pasted images of forests).

He was younger then.

Then, ideas started coming in over the years, one of them was to make my game be a cutesy indie life simulator with animals (I know what you're thinking. Yes, the idea wasn't original and being a one-man team, n64 title Dōbutsu no Mori beat us to it >:{ , just to have a lil' extra cash in his pockets for his main goal); another, after discovering Him, was making Carrot Hunt a full-on self-aware horror game, a little subtle 'first tribute', y'know the typical ransomware games that seem like they have an entity inside?

Insi_de. Of me. :}

But they never really went anywhere, they weren't good enough. They were small-minded ideas for small-minded people.

Then, he thought: not the game.... what if... Bon could be more than a mere avatar? At the beginning I wasn't really there, not conciously. It was like floating, being in a dream! I was merely the avatar he made for his first attempt at making a game from scratch. If he developed and fed a single sprite enough information somehow, could Bon... start to exist? Could Bon be of more use to him other than a coding guinea pig? Yes.

And so he did.

[cosmicloved]

HEY. I'M GONNA GET SOME THOUGHTS OUT REAL QUICK, DON'T MIND ME.

as some of you may know/recall, i used to do commissions for rp graphics, mostly themes but sometimes promos & banners and even the occasional dash icon. ANYWAY, it's weird because sometimes, i really miss it. because i genuinely do really enjoy making graphics and it helps me to have like...a REASON to be working on them bc then i feel more motivated. but, at the same time, doing commissions eventually made me kind of miserable?? 😭

maybe it's just bc i made the mistake of doing them while i was already overwhelmed with uni deadlines ? because that meant my turnover was pretty slow and that made me feel really guilty and ashamed all the time AHFDFHJFHHG and i was probably losing commissions (even repeat customers) to people who were MUCH quicker than me -- which is fair, i think. but i also think i hated everything else about commissions outside of the graphics. the money involved made me feel pressure, even though i needed it, and the actual social aspects were very stressful for me 😭

but also...despite all that, i still kind of miss it. i don't know if i'd ever pick it back up, mostly because i'd have to get back up to being properly active in indie rp again (mwah <3 working on it, i promise uuuu) but also because, uh...maybe the moment's passed? like, i think i might have my moment in the sun already lmaoo!! i do miss making themes though, it was a nice hobby and it made me feel like i was actually using my time on something legitimate.

but ultimately, i really did make a lot of themes and graphics i was really proud of. i did make some i thought were just okay or sometimes i'd get the odd customer who wasn't very grateful but i'm still overall proud of the stuff i made. and every commission really helped me improve my skills with both graphics & coding. and, even before that, the graphics i'd make my friends for free helped a lot. maybe one day, i'll get back to it, maybe that'd be nice :')

ANYWAY, I'M DONE NOW. don't mind me hogging valuable real estate on your dashboard with my stream of consciousness bullshit FGHHJGJKHG ily all <3 will try to get some writing done here soon, might reblog some more memes so i can work on those hehe