#reblob time!!

[ald3r-wolfcak3]

It's really interesting how the "listen to your players" went from demanding items, horses breeds, specific horse breed animation fixs to "please add fucking gameplay to your game which is not like 15 minutes long."

[wuntrum]

preview of some goodies i'm gonna have up on friday (11/17, 1pm est)! signals! stickers! miniprints and postcards! zines!! p@trons get first dibs (and a discount!)

[blueberry-ink-93]

who up making questionable life decisions

[thelightbringer]

I will be turning this blog into a personal art page !

This blog went through many changes since its conception, and now it is going to change once more.

This is your notice: Please unfollow if you're only here for moody aesthetic photos, there will be no more of these. However, if you'd like to see my own art and illustrations please stick around, but please know my artwork is not dark and moody.

Thank you

[roscvcins]

[ ... ] and when I come to you, I will come RUNNING.

R O S C V C I N S, an independent,  selective,  low  activity  multimuse  featuring MOURI RAN of DETECTIVE CONAN / CASE CLOSED. loved  by ro  (   24,   asian,    she/her   ),  established  may  2024.

[darabeatha]

/ I've noticed that at this point I'm not even writing on any blog anymore, I just come and yell about some blorbo and leave. Rinse and repeat my lieges

[kirby-the-gorb]

special edition birthday roundup :)

thank you to everyone who sent me birthday wishes! and also to the two people who sent me kofis hehe I think I am going to buy a hat :) (I keep my hair short because I am sick all the time but the only ballcap I have is a washed out navy blue one I inherited from my grandpa! obviously I need a cute pastel one if I'm going to be wearing cute pastel clothes more often!)

and now we will look at the cute kirbs people drew for me!! they all make me very happy and they are all very cute!! I am saving them all to my computer (with attribution) so I can keep them forever :>

@danwithouttheplan sent in an ask that said: I always enjoy seeing your kirbys on my dash, so I thought I'd get in in the fun. Happy birthday! and drew this:

he is so cute!! I love his tiny hat and his tiny face and his enthusiastic pose!!! thank you!!!

@tinynoxx sent in an ask that said: Gorb is here to wish you a happy birf! and drew this:

ohhh he squish!! oh I love his expression he is so cute!! and his little blushies!! thank you!!!

@sunlit-art [reblogged] and said: happy birt day c: (you inspired me by saying there should be more low key simple drawings of kirby. this was very fun!! and very simple!! thank you. sorry i can't kofi :( but i can kirby hehe. thank you for the drawings you do very day :) kirby is indeed a gorb) and drew this:

ohhhh soft!! he is soft!! he has been given a birthday balloon!! I love the shape of his eyes :> (I'm glad you had fun! and I guarantee you I'm getting at least as much joy out of this drawing as I would have out of a kofi! no one has to apologize for not being able to do whatever, I am just a silly little guy drawing silly little guys for my own entertainment <3 )

@kitkat-cantdraw [reblogged] and said: frien has come to join the party!! sit down and get a hat. :D and drew this:

the shade of pink you chose looks so nice with his hat!! and they're both so cute and round with big round feeties!! they are so cute thank you!!! WADDLE DEE has joined your party. :)

[serawasnever]

Finished Veilguard at just over 100 hours! Surprised I was able to get all the trophies in one playthrough

[dennydrawscomics]

[[ Chapter 1 ]] "We will raze Goadin, before the new king is crowned..."

[[Maybe Arzu was right to suspect something is fishy about this snake tribe person! And he finally gets his name :D Baelan! He just seems to be happy to have some fruit... or there is a more sinister intend to his arrival? Time will tell!! He is certainly not having easy time ... And so chapter 2 rolled! Once again I had most fun with prince Erukian even if he has so few lines here xD

Thank you so much for stopping by! Likes and reblogs appreciated as always \o/ !! ]]

[abronzeagegod]

ETS WIP Chapter 3: A Crumbling Temple within a Computer

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The ruined church seemed like something that could be found in the Old World, far to the East, something that was built a millennia ago and with much more rudimentary tools.

Dust pooled in grand lakes between the empty pews and around the altar.

There were no windows here, just the empty hollows where they should have sat made of beautiful stained glass, instead Aeth feels a nice breeze filter through the church.

The world around them feels both grand and small at the same time. They feel small and somehow inconsequential among the age and ruin.

The only splashes of color are bright chalk drawings of a child across the floors and walls. They seem to grow like ivy, clinging to the walls and creeping, growing along the cracks, filling the wounds in the walls with art and life.

Something rumbles within the church and out of one of the dust lakes comes what Aeth had been waiting for.

It was long, with a body made of metal and cables, there were little arms and legs like the prongs on any number of chips and computer components to plug into the motherboard.

It was both vaster and smaller than the tech support representative.

It emerged and flew up into the air on wings of beautiful stained glass.

With each beat of it's stained glass wings Aeth could see different and fantastical worlds. Worlds they recognized from some of the games they played as a child.

The long, multi-legged, many-winged, creature of cables and metal flew above their head and stopped eventually to speak with them.

"I am Sir Lance Corporal," it says in a voice that sounds so much like the synthesized voice that old computers used for text to speech. "What are you doing in my crumbling domain?"

"I work for tech support," they explain.

"Why have you disassembled my church?" the synthesized voice of the representation of Sir Lance Corporal asked.

Aeth knew from experience that they were going to have to tread very carefully here. There's something incredibly dangerous about talking with something like this. And really it's moments like this that make Aeth very glad they are a priest with no god. In this realm, no gods could help them.

In this realm, this this church, this temple, they are at the mercy of the small god of a singular computer. Sir Lance Corporal was a god.

"I was tasked with seeing to it that this family's computer was functioning properly since it is very old and starting to wear down," they explain.

"My body is dying," the god of this particular computer said with it's synthesized voice somehow conveying the deep resignation, sadness, and regret that comes with the existential knowledge of the soon-to-be-doomed mortality.

They nod. "It is. Eventually it will be unusable."

Sir stretched it's wings and takes flight once again. Aeth can see now the tarnish on the metal, the places where there should have been more wings, but they had fallen off some time ago.

"What will become of me?" Sir asked.

They shrug. "I don't know. Depends on what the family wants to do with you."

"I cannot be saved. I feel the age in my circuits, the speed of the world around me is too fast, I cannot keep up." There is a lengthy pause. "I have a request for you, priest of tech support."

"If it is within my power to do so, I will do it, that is all I can promise."

"I wish to say goodbye to my priest. The one who came and colored on my walls and made me feel alive."

They know exactly who that was, and while it doesn't surprise Aeth given everything, it does make everything infinitely more complicated.

"That, I can do. When we're done here, I will put you back together and give you some time," they explain. "But first, I want you to tell me your story."

Aeth sat in a pew, and listened to the story of a fading and dying god of an old computer. They listen, absorb, and even pray a little.

Eventually when they are let go they

feel

the

dust

the

ruins

rush away from them and they are back in the house where everything is lovely and nice with the family and the child and the computer that has more than just a ghost inside of it.

They take their time, using all the screw drivers, and put the computer back together as best as they can. It takes all of Aeth's skills to get the impossible machine back together, and they have to pray a little bit to get things back together, as it wouldn't work without it.

"Is Sir Lance Corporal all better?" the kid asked as they watch Aeth put the casing back together.

"For now, yeah," they say. "You can still play your games. Why don't you do that while I talk with your dad."

"Ok!"

Aeth watched the kid load up the computer and their favorite game about learnings things set in Ancient Semminatar. Briefly, they spot the metal butterfly they conversed with, flying across the background.

They can tell that the computer and its god were happy with the kid. But Aeth had matters to attend to with the dad.

"What's the prognosis?" the dad asked.

"Well, that's a complicated question," Aeth said as they took a seat at the kitchen table. "What do you know about faith and belief?"

"A bit," he said with a sly smile. "I'm a philosophy professor. Which is not easy, let me tell you. In a world with more religions than we can count trying to vie for attention, making sense of everything is no easy feat."

"I can imagine. But let me tell you how i was explained this concept a long time ago, and maybe you'll correct me, maybe you won't."

Aeth took a long steadying breath before continuing.

"Kids are essentially nonentities when it comes to religion. Kids, up to a certain point, don't really believe things, they know things. It's weird and complicated and feels like at some point you're splitting hairs," they said, trying to get the complicated thoughts into words that will come out of come out of their mouth and vocal chords in a coherent way. "But kids don't have faith, they just know stuff. You tell them that this is the way the world works and they don't believe you, they know it because they don't have the experience to know any different." The dad looks at Aeth intently, nodding, listening, not interrupting even once. "But when a kid believes something, they believe it with their whole being. They don't have doubt, so when a kid does believe something that faith is worth like fifteen adults worth of belief. And when it comes to religion that's a huge amount of faith that any god would kill for. And, well, your kid believes in your computer so hard that they created a god."

The dad nods. "Hmm. That makes some sense. I will confess that my Applied Theology is a bit lacking, but some of this tracks with what I know and study. What does this mean?"

They sigh. "I have to report this. I would be too irresponsible if I didn't. Sometimes when kids believe things like this and make entities, the results can end badly. Like what if a child believes in a nightmare?"

There's a heavy pause that Aeth can't seem to escape or find their way out of.

"I see."

"I talked with Sir Lance Corporal," they say, eventually, "and I'm pretty sure that they're not anything malevolent or violent. Just a computer god that wants to provide fun and learning to their child priest. If it was something bad, you can trust I would have done something about it."

"Ok, I believe you. Ha, believe you. What do we have to do now?"

"I'm sure someone from the Catalog and Archive Bureau will be by within a day to tavelk to you, and examine Sir Lance Corporal. In the meantime I can send you some recommendations for new computers if you'd like to purchase one with our services, it comes with a free install and data transfer. If the CAB clears Sir Lance Corporal, you can call me and I'll come by to put them in their new temple, if that is something you'd like to happen."

The dad nodded, his brow furrowed in thought. "We will just have to see what is going to happen."

Aeth gives him their card with all their information so they could be informed of what was going to happen with Sir Lance Corporal.

"I just have one question though," they said, as they couldn't help themself and had to know. "What's with the name? Sir Lance Corporal? Where did they get that?"

The dad laughed. "My partner was in the military for a bit, before we met. And he was a Lance Corporal when he was discharged. She heard someone call him 'Sir, Lance Corporal, Sir' so she repeated it ad nauseam for a few weeks. I guess it just stuck with the computer for some reason."

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"You've reached the Catalog and Archive Bureau," said the voice on the other end of the phone. "How may I direct your call?"

Aeth gives them their name and employer. "I have two things. The professional one first. A new entity needs to be examined."

"Understood. Please give me the location and description of the entity."

They list the name and address of the house. "It's a computer housing a small god, one built on the belief of a child who seemingly believed that their old computer was the same as their friends' so it evolved the ability to do things that it otherwise shouldn't be able to. The god seemed harmless and wanted to be a god for education and learning and care of the young kid."

"We will be the ones to determine that," the cold voice said in response.

Harsh, but Aeth couldn't blame them for that. There were a lot of entities out there that could spell disaster and ruin for many people. That's what the Bureau even exists.

"The other matter is personal," they said next, steeling themself for the question and the answer.

"One moment," the operator said as Aeth heard the clicking of a keyboard. "What is your inquiry?"

They restate their name and ask, "I'm checking in on an entity I reported many years ago. Is subject 3812-B still in captivity?"

The silence is only punctuated by the clacking of the keyboard.

Aeth stopped breathing as they waited.

"Yes. We have round the clock surveillance, and there has not been any successful breaches in containment since... the incident a few years back."

"Oh. Good. Good. That's good."

"If anything changes, you'll be the first one we call." Aeth couldn't help but notice the change in tone from cold business, the mask of a call center employee taking a routine phone call had fallen away to the person who had their incident file in front of them, reading what they had created.

"Thank you," they say as they hung up.

i have a kofi where you can read early chapters of this

[theloveinc]

i don't really want to bc like. there's many reasons for me to stay but. i don't think this tumblr life is for me anymore

[grim-faux]

i always appreciate the people who discover my tumblr and start going through liking/reblogging everything

Welcome to my fic series and writing stuff. I will talk endlessly about my fics, about my co-authors work, and artists who do amazing art.

hope you'll stick around or throw something in the inbox. im always open for a chat

[lunarsh1ft]

If you force your kid to stay indoors and tell them for their whole life “the sky’s green”, they’re going to eventually meet people from all walks of life with dads that’re pilots, whose mothers are painters who love painting sunsets, who’s parents study cloud formations, etc. They’re going to meet people who’s going to tell them to stop staring at their feet and just look up

Your kid won’t be indoctrinated, they’ll just be shown you’re wrong on a lot of things and that you tried to control what they see

[darabeatha]

/ my god i love hakuno and her husbands, good for her, good for her

[knifeduck123]

GOD DAMN IT I KEEP CALLING REBLOGS "REPOSTS" THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND.

[black-lakritz-dragon]

Find a cool blog, interact, try to tag them. Be blocked (for reblogging something about selfshipping)? I move on I guess