Me: ok the game is suggesting I do a full run with that setup and that's fine that's GREAT but I need to sleep so I want to get to the next save point quickly
That First Sadness: *Exists*
Siffrin: (Attack.)
Me: OH YEAH GREAT LET'S SKIP THE DIALOGUE COMPLETELY--
That Scene: *Happens*
Me: ...DID I SCREW THE RUN UP ALREADY? DID I SCREW THE RUN UP? DID I--
I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-
Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])
Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!
The relief in his eyes when she said she wouldn't judge him so easily. The delight in his face when she said she would've taken it further.
The curious tilt of her head, thinking how he knew she got expelled, and with no hesitation she'd do it again. His reaction to it; the evident joy that he couldn't hide.
Then all goes to hell when he says;
"I knew there was a reason I liked you."
Her face softens as he says it. Thee Wednesday Freakin' Friday Addams.
It sealed it. A validation.
Someone liked how unhinged she was, a normie even, accepted her for who she is. He was different from the snobbish, insufferable elites she had met in the school she didn't want to attend. He gets his hands dirty and not like the Nevermore brats too spoiled to know how a coffee machine works.
And it all made sense at the end why she was so into him too.
Him being a normie was fine.
She couldn't have foresaw or imagine him as an outcast.
But him being both of two worlds was so unexpected, it stung. Everything he did was a mockery of her shortcomings, and they both knew it. Him more than anyone else.
As much as she couldn't stand the fact that being a psychic, a raven, and missing the most crucial part of the puzzle humiliates her to the bone, it didn't change the fact that, yes.
Yes. All was done, blood was shed, tears were wasted and lives were taken.
He was suddenly the monster wreaking havoc in town. Disemboweling bodies in the woods, lying as if it were walking, killed his therapist boy-monster.
He wasn't just Tyler Galpin; a part time barista, and a wide eyed boy ready to comply with her whims.
He was, and is the Hyde.
Walking freely in town wearing the same innocent face that managed to fool her and stayed out of her radar. With his bigot, normie, sheriff father.
All smiles and sunshine in the daylight, but at night the shadows consume him.
"Of course the first boy I'd kiss would turn out to be a psycho killing monster. Guess I have a type."
Yeah girl you have a type.
And it's a temperemental beast with a mind of its own.
And it all started with a cup of coffee he had made for her. And those damn words she held in the back of her mind every time she does something unpleasant or disappoints her family or the head of the wretched school.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you."
But this time, it wasn't Tyler Galpin's voice echoing in her shabby mind.
It was her voice that she tried to suppress as her ribcage claws out of her chest. Denying any hint of affection.
There is always an explanation why things are the way they are, and why people act the way that they do.
And it was in front of her all this time.
Even now that Tyler is splayed bloody in the open.
NEVER STOP!!! everytime I get mad over DOTC I just come onto your page and read your Gray Wing slander and immediately feel better, thanks muchly! 😌✨️
I am but a humble DOTC Slander ranger, riding across the sunlit horizon with a big iron on my hip, putting every hater's formless frustration into the words you felt but did not realize how to say ✨️
just read an interview where emerald fennell says saltburn is "gothic" and like..........no, it's not. it simply Is Not That.
you can't have a man fuck a grave and be like "ooh just like wuthering heights! this is gothic" because guillermo del toro and i are both going to fight you
I always get self conscious when people talk about the amount of thought the goes/went into their art because there is.
there is no upper processing happening when I'm designing a character or background. my hand starts moving and my brain shuts off. I recognize there was probably a point in my life where this WASN'T the case but. like. it's why my art is like. mostly flat and lifeless. my art is never intended to tell a story because when I intend to I get angry/frustrated to the point of wanting to break shit because it's not going right. and I've tried to tell stories with my art both comics and stand alone pieces and it all feels fake or flat or.
idk.
I've TRIED to start and finish a piece where I've made conscious choices beyond "does this look good/right" and "am I being offensive in ways I'm aware of with anything here" but it just. makes me want to scream.
I learned people told stories with their art and I tried to and I stopped drawing for 5 years despite having. before that point been doing art studies for 8 to 10 hours a day for. 2 years.
I mostly just think it's because I have nothing to. say.
I can't add anymore tags to this post??? homophobia.
any way this post is useless idk I'm just sad because people do this thing so easily and enjoy it when it makes me break down crying. I don't get it. every person I've known regardless of neurodivergency has been able to do this consciously to some degree and enjoy it and meanwhile my stupid ass is asked how/why i chose something and I just. shrug. idk
Bro all this discourse about the casting in the new Lilo and Stitch remake is. Something. Listen I know people all have different stages of media literacy and subtext doesn’t come easy to a lot of people, but I literally understood more about how Nani’s identity as a native Hawaiian impacts the plot as a 7 year old than some people do AS GROWN ASS ADULTS