#the visuals are overwhelming..

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C² Challenge '23 // Countdown

[7goodangel]

Me, several years ago: "I'll never try digital 3D art... just have no interest to learn it. Already have learned other art forms that I barely use anyway... so why add to that ?..."

Me, currently: [Is attempting to model a donut in Blender] "... uh... I can explain..."

[sparkling12]

I'm curious, in general do we prefer Poison Ivy with Green Skin or Nah?

oh reblog for more responses please lol

[heavensickness]

how i feel knowing that disco elysium is incredibly vast & i'll never be able to see every scene/every single dialogue in it

[crocswithoutsocks]

We're playing as the cogs.

[eggwishing]

Just doing whatever im trying to get better at painting textures

[puppyeared]

people who do STEM or administration as a career full time and continue to do art as a hobby, I am scared of you but like in a hot way. youre like if we were allowed to have cold drinks in winter. i look at you and think of miles morales with his two cakes. do you want to make out sometime

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Great googly moogly, it’s full of particles

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[plottwiststudios]

Just a reminder that Women of Xal's Liz is an absolute unit of an ex-soldier and can carry her preferred gay.

[lurkingshan]

I Feel You Linger in the Air Ep 3

I just love what this show is doing with Jom, and how it has set up its central relationship. Since he got sent back in time, Jom has kind of been on autopilot, trying to adapt quickly to his new environment while he works out a way to get home. He hasn't had any time to process what happened to him on his last Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day in his own time. And so of course, seeing an alternate version of Ohm and his pregnant girlfriend here in this time would send him reeling.

I appreciate that the show took its time in this episode to let that breakdown build. Jom is still trying to wrap his head around seeing Ohm when he is inserted into a domestic dispute that gives him the opportunity to punish or protect Fong Kaew (he chooses neither), and then attacked and blamed by Ohm's avatar, Saen. I can't even imagine the levels of mindfuckery that would be, to have someone with your cheating boyfriend's face attacking you for not protecting his love. And so of course he freaks out, and then goes back to the water to beg to find a way home. And I don't just think he means he wants to go back to his own time; Jom wants to go back to the sense of home he had before all this confusing and life-altering shit started happening to him. More than a physical time and place, Jom wants his sense of security back. That’s the home he’s longing for.

Yai has been quietly observing him this entire time, and he can see the cracks forming. He has known from the start that Jom doesn't really fit here, even if he doesn't understand exactly what is going on. But he also knows Jom is important, at least to him, and so he is determined to protect him and keep him close. I love that Yai goes to check on Jom by the water, and that he sits down and invites him to unburden himself. Just like with the bracelet he gave him last week, Yai is trying to communicate that he is a safe person Jom can trust. And Jom must believe that, or he would not have poured his heart out and unleashed his sorrow in front of Yai, and allowed Yai to stay close and comfort him as he cried.

Seeing Jom toss his former couple bracelet into the water while the camera lingered constantly on his new one from Yai spoke volumes. And now Yai is pulling Jom even closer, moving him into his household and giving him a position of respect that will allow them to stay close at all times. I imagine it's only a matter of time before their bonds strengthen and they start figuring out what the hell is going on here together, and I’m glad that Jom will have some support as he tries to find his way home.

[deiaiko]

#7.1 Silent conversation

Every muscle in his body was sore, and the rocky ground that he laid on didn't make it any better. Grace knew he had at least three fractured ribs, given that his power was partially sealed by the floor administrator itself. But he had won the fight against Ren, the test that Hansung set up specifically for him. Now he was officially part of FUG, and done with the second floor.

If anything, the pain was actually grounding. Given that he had to participate in a war, this amount was close to nothing, just a mild inconvenience because he didn't have the power to quickly heal.

Light footsteps were the only warning he got that someone was approaching, and he felt an immeasurable amount of relief when he sensed who it was from the shinsu signature.

Grace tilted his head a little and smiled when he saw Agni. His heart swelled when his partner kneeled next to him and began tracing his face with rough fingertips. His cheek ached when Agni tenderly traced over it — there must be a bruise there. The hand lingered, Agni's icy palm against his skin acting like a cold compress. It felt really nice.

God, he missed him so bad. The pocket call didn't feel anywhere as close to witnessing the real person himself, tangible and alive.

Grace knew his voice would waver were he to speak anything at the moment, especially when Agni also looked like he wanted to cry himself. So they just drank in the sight of each other, gentle touches reminding them that they were not alone, and it was alright. Grace didn't need Agni to say anything to understand what he was feeling, or what he couldn't say out loud. After all, this wasn't the first time they had a silent conversation.

Grace double tapped Agni's knee and lightly squeezed it. 'I'm here, I got you'.

Agni's eyes widened slightly before softening, his gaze no longer distant. The corner of his lips slightly pulled upwards and the lines between his brows ceased. He returned the gesture by double tapping Grace's palm and squeezing his wrist.

Grace caressed the knee with his thumb, 'are you alright?'

Agni shrugged, but he gave him a reassuring smile. 'I don't know, but I will be'.

Agni reached for his lighthouse and pulled out a bandaid from the first aid kit that he had always brought ever since he lost his healing sweetfish. Grace had long known that Agni had a habit of keeping his hands busy whenever he needed to gather his thoughts, so he let Agni clean every small cut on his exposed skin and wrap them with a bandaid. Agni frowned when he reached Grace’s chest, which most likely had a bad bruise on it, but didn't say anything else and left it be.

After he was done, Agni drew a circle on Grace's palm. Sometimes it meant 'what's on your mind?' and other times it meant 'distract me', but either way, Agni wanted him to talk. He could refuse, of course, but Agni had read him like a book. He was thinking of something before Agni came, after all, being left alone in this cave with his thoughts.

So Grace patted the ground next to him and Agni laid down, shoulders touching and hands intertwined. Grace cleared his throat to test the waters, making sure his voice wouldn't crack.

"This place is nostalgic for me. I used to lay on the hard rocky ground and stare at the ceiling for a long time. It was cold, dark and humid, nothing like the bed we usually sleep on and nothing to see up above. But it was peaceful. Just me existing without needing to think of anything. It got me thinking. . .what would have happened if I didn't come to the tower? Every scar, every death, every loss. . .is it worth it? You always came to my mind then, and I know I would rather have this than being alone in that place."

Agni squeezed his hand, "My life would be meaningless if I never met you. I climbed the tower to find something worth struggling for. And here I am, with you. Even if I have to experience every scar, every death, and every loss all over again, as long as you're here. . .I’d say it's worth it."

Grace brought their intertwined hands closer to his lips and kissed the back of Agni's hand. It meant either 'thank you' or 'I love you'. He didn't need to turn around to know that Agni was blushing.

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Shifters - Part 2

I realize it has been almost a whole year since I posted part 1. I did some experimenting to see if I could get it all into one post this time instead of having to do two separate posts. Hopefully the formatting goes through okay...

Also, this probably goes without saying, but this was all done pre-DT.

Part 1

God I hope that posted in the right order lol

Anyway, I'm trying to work on crossposting stuff again. Wish me luck.

(Part 3)

[wizardnaturalist]

in a rote visual adaptation, every time chivalry's face should have come on screen, in a flashback or a portrait, it would be obscured by the scenerey or framing

[respectthepetty]

I also use the speed up resource occasionally when I am not satisfied with how things are going but still I am curious to know where everything ends up.

But let me tell you that by watching everything like that and on mute you are missing many special things. First you are missing the music, I adore music, I am constantly listening to music and I am fascinated by all those songs. I often download the songs of the shows to listen on my spare time. For instance try the songs of 'Cherry blossoms after winter'.

Second you are missing the voices. Voices provide a lot of a character's person. This is true of any country but I have to say that Thailand actors more so than any other country. I assume it must be related with the language although I don't know how. After all Chinese is known for being a tonal language but it doesn't mesmerize me like Thai does. I recognize many just by listening to their voices. They are so rich and so full of hues. Any of them, but try listening to Fourth Nattawat or Pooh Krittin.

Anon, I'm a walking contradiction. I feel like everything is so slow while also thinking everything is very loud.

One of my degrees is in sign language linguistics. I had to go with sign language interpreting majors to the state's School for the Deaf to fulfill my degree requirements, and my favorite part was being in the pre-k and kindergarten rooms with the tiny tykes. As a hearing person, they would always ask me so many question about sounds. "Does this light make noise?" "How loud is a fart?" "Is air quiet?" And every time I would answer that everything makes noise, they would reply that the world must be so loud for us with the saddest face.

Because the world is loud.

Many people that I know who wear hearing aids or cochlear implants turn them off because we are constantly hearing noise.

I'm already paying attention to the visuals in these shows, so if I were to add sound to that, I would be overwhelmed. I love music, but, for me, in most shows, it's manipulating me to feel something that I'm not seeing because if I were seeing it, I wouldn't need the music.

Sometimes silence is more powerful. It helps me feel the scene.

Because I don't know the language spoken in most of the shows I watch, I don't catch intonation or diction until someone else points it out and writes a post about it. Therefore, there is no need for me to hear the speaker. It's meaningless until someone else tells me that it has meaning.

I'm watching visual media, so even though I know I'm missing many special things by watching these shows the way I watch them, I'm catching the part I do really care about - the visuals.

I love reading people's analysis of the music or the way in which something was said, but sound doesn't add anything to my viewing experience. It bothers me. It distracts me. It overwhelms me.

So y'all have fun jamming out to all the sounds you hear, and I'll be in my little silent corner speeding up these shows since that makes me happy.