a very quick very tiny doodle of pino i made while sick

this game this game this game. I have been thinking about this.

The endings have such an ironic human expression attached to them.

The middle, neutral ending is just that, a hollow and neutral victory. There is no expression tied to it.

In the worst ending, where we remain as a puppet - albeit one of flesh and blood - He smiles at the end, an expression of joy. But in the "good" ending, in the most interpretably "good" ending you can possibly get in the game, that expression is a tear. An expression of sorrow.

Maybe this is drawing from Collodi-esque ideas. As though telling us that it isn't the ability to experience happiness that makes us human; It is the ability to experience pain. 

[And both of their skin is speckled and "flawed" in either ending. But in the good ending, his skin is "flawed" in the FAR more human way]

I don't have any smashing conclusions right now, I just thought they were juxtapositions in the story that were super interesting. And so beautiful.

There aren't really any "happy" endings in the game (in true k-media fashion). All of them are sort of melancholic, in my point of view. Krat is still totally destroyed, and either our father dies or the entire hotel, no matter what we do.

It's also reminding me of this verse:

Oh, we don't own our heavens now We only own our hell and if you don't know that by now then you don't know me that well

Buy the Stars - MARINA

As in, we cannot own what makes us happy. We can only ever own what makes us sad. Maybe that doesn't make sense, but I've been wondering about those verses since the song came out.

after i made the undertale ones i knew i couldn't NOT make matching icons of these 2 aswell...

I think they like to play card games sometimes. Often they drag in others to supsrvise for cheating. (it won't stop them from cheating but it means they've gotta work harder to be sneaky about it and that just adds to the fun!) Cheated has a score-count for everybody. for every different game they play. him vs opportunist. him vs cold. the whole group playing. contrarian is often banned for bringing other card games to the table. he also never gets to supervise despite often asking to. Hero volunteers to supervise a lot but often doesn't catch the cheating so he's denied the role. Cheated, skeptic, opportunist and cold are the best. Broken is also surprisingly good sometimes. Even when he has the best hand he worries he'll screw it up somehow, and his downer attitude tends to convince the others he's gonna lose too. erm thats all i think

i just know these two have the potential to end up breaking into a fight over their silly card games. After cold left and the two eventually got tired of their games and went their separate ways opportunist stuck his leg out so cheated could trip over. they push each other down the stairs, maybe.

a junkyard dog ain't always pretty but you always love that toothless smile

holds hands to their face

the thought of anita staring out, weither it was to strung a guitar or in the middle of the project, or just staring out. eyes blank, feeling afloat. floating. floating.

floating until two set of hands on their shoulders- each hand held firm and soft. but different.

and anita blinks, life in their eyes come, and they look up. behind them. ortega with her firm hand, and mortum with her soft hand.

anchors. how it is possible to have two anchors.

of course having two anchors hold you down from floating away, of course it kept you from losing yourself- who you were and who you are now.

and simply. ............. yeah.

*Shakes you like a marionette* THANK YOU! You get it! I've been trying to tell people for -so long- that ARR (and post) is purposely taking its time to build up the characters, the story, the -entire world- that you're going to spend the next who-knows-how-many-hours/days/weeks/months exploring and adventuring and experiencing and -feeling- through! It might not be "the best paced", but god damn it if I still don't love all the random asides and non-plot moments that just -shapes everything-

(BANGS GAVEL)

LET THEM COOK!!!

Eule steps out of the kitchen, looking nonchalant with a smear of flour on her face.

"Say," Eule moves towards her, voice sing-songy. What's gotten her into a good mood? Elster wonders. "Why don't you buy a coffee for that lady outside?"

"What?" Elster turns to look back at her, and the woman is looking up at her with a knowing grin.

She points to the woman in the white sundress outside, sitting on one of the chairs and utterly absorbed in a book that she's reading. "Her! You've been making eyes at her ever since you entered. You're not very subtle, Elster."

The signalis brainrot is brutal. help me

Oh I CANNOT breathe outta my nose

I WANT TO TALK ABOUT DANGANRONPA SO BADLY

a statistics tag game

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

I was hoping I'd be tagged in this because I am in a very chatty mood today and need a distraction from some infernally frustrating tech issues I am having soooo here are my responses and they are way too long-winded sorry about that! Thank you so much @haztobegood for tagging me <3333 I appreciate it! ! !

The most hits goes to Night Shift, with just over 1400! I was surprised by how much people liked this PWP, but to be honest I don't think it was the gloves/latex element that interested people lol. I think hospital fics are kinda novel in our fandom, so people clicked on it. I am writing a sequel because quite a few people asked for one!

The second most Kudos'd AND third most commented is Tale of a Vixen, which has 60 kudos, less than half of what Night Shift has. I'm so glad people liked this fic :3 I learnt how to punctuate and other basic writing skills while writing this one.

The fourth most bookmarked is A Den in Kettils Mews. It has fifteen bookmarks, and eight of them are private – lol! I love private bookmarks, like yesss it's our little secret that you like fox on fox action heheheh >:)

The Cosmopolitans has the fifth most words at 5.5k. It's a cute domestic fic, I hope more people read it – or the series it belongs to!

At 215 words, Love Tissue is my shortest work. I had the idea for it while taking a bath and listening to my own heartbeat underwater. I didn't know how to continue my fox series so I just wrote a poem to wrap things up, which is a bit of a cop-out, but hey-ho.

And because it hasn't come up yet but I want to link it anyway because it's my favourite fic so far: Undo This Privacy. I'm very proud to say it has the second-most bookmarks, yay!

@homosociallyyours I know you've been tagged but I'd like to add my tag to the collection haha @momrryrights @cyantific @friendofhayley If you'd like to do this, please tag me back so I can see your answers!

oh there's the proof I wanted. while you can easily access the enemy assets by unpacking the jar file, it does not include their palette swaps.

I guess that in order to do a thorough sprite rip i'll have to actually play the whole game and see all enemies. how tragic. having to replay one of the most important games of my life. a sacrifice i make for the greater good

EXCELBLEM MARTH IS REAL

WIP DAY. (or whatever day it is)

i was tagged by @nuclearstorms and @arklay, thank you beloveds MWAH. i’ll share a little crumb of yea, still on the same work of last sunday, because i literally can’t finish this thing, i keep adding words and it’s hell at this point. anyways have fenix being dumb, my fave concept in the world

i’m tagging @morvaris, @swordcoasts @camelliagwerm @wrymbloods @jillvalcntines @reaperkiller @steelport and anyone else that wants to share a wip for anything at all really, art, writing, whatever <33

Fenix hesitated, still leaning over the counter. Mars knew something else was up. “Spit it out.” He pronounced the words like a prolonged sigh, already fed up with the interruption.

“Listen, can you maybe, ya’ know…take your trophy from the trunk and leave me the car?” Automatically he started tapping his fingers rhythmically on the counter: there was no way in hell Mars would agree straight away to the request but trying doesn’t hurt. Most of the times. “Just for a few hours? I’ll take it back here, cross on my heart.” He quickly added and outlined the symbol with his index and middle finger in the same exact spot he mentioned.

“No.” Mars’s reply was as hard and cold as his usual demeanour and struck quickly like a lightning, he didn’t even ponder the matter for a single moment. Luckily – but for himself only – Fenix was a stubborn man.

“C’mon, it’s just like…what?” he tried to reason, “two or three hours? Just enough time for breakfast and so on.” The tapping was closer to a hammering sound now and was gradually chiming louder and louder into the fixer’s skull like a nail striking inside. How he wished to cut a few more fingers off his hand. Trying to ignore both the sound and the man making it, Mars didn’t budge and kept his eyes fixed on his turning magazine’s pages activity, vital if you ask him.

“Okay listen. See the girl outside?” Fenix shifted his body to the side, weight resting on his elbow now, yet the man kept ignoring his every word, he was only glad his ears where spared from the noise. “Give a look man, for fuck’s sake they beat the shit out of me for that contract of yours.” The exaggerated exasperation in his now too noisy tone made the fixer puff out a tired breath as he raised his gaze; suddenly the idea of just agreeing to the request and let the cowboy go fuck himself was turning to be quite an interesting choice. He leaned to the side once again, this time only slightly since Fenix’s frame wasn’t obstructing the view any longer, and shot a glance at Vesper: she was still leaning against the car, phone in hand as she mindlessly tried to kill time by scrolling down on news and flashing commercials.

As if she could feel the pair of eyes staring into her direction, her gaze shot up to the shop, efficiently spotting the two men spying on her. “Yeah right, that one.” Fenix comically lifted his hand and waved, enough to make Vesper focus on the screen again with a groan. “Listen,” he began as he leaned over the counter again “I got a date with the girl and don’t let me get started on how fucking hard it was to make her agree to have one, I swear.” That wasn’t a lie, for once. Not only it took twelve failed tries – yes, he kept counting – for Vesper to finally accept the invitation but she still didn’t dump him and thirty minutes already passed. They literally just stopped to drop a corpse on their date, that had to be a deal breaker. “What kind of cheap fuck takes someone on a date with no car? This is my chance, I fail now I get no second tries. Help a man out.” He moved his wrist in short, fast circles now, his fingers following the circular motion in a gesture that Mars didn’t quite understand the meaning of.

He looked straight at Fenix now: his sardonic smile and usual confidence couldn’t hide the almost pathetic pleading. That was one of the most entertaining shows he ever offered to him. “The real favour here would be freeing her from you, actually.” Fair point, Fenix noted, that forked venomous tongue of his never disappoints.

“Yeah well, I asked you to make me a favour. You’ve been young too…” he stopped to scan the old man’s wrinkled face with a frown and then resumed his earnest speech “…one hundred years ago I guess. Y’know how it is.”

Ignoring the jab at his age, the fixer lowered his gaze on his magazine once again and for the last time; the silence following almost felt like a refusal and Fenix was ready to go back and talk his ears off. Thankfully it wasn’t needed. “Fine.” Mars finally yielded, probably only to make the annoying voice of such an insufferable man stop torturing him. “I’ll get the body. You take the car back when you’re done.”

Fenix smirked widely. “Thank you, bello mio.” He teased while slapping the palm of his hand on the counter a few times, Mars already opted for blissful indifference and really hoped – nearly prayed – that now he could finally find some peace again.

You sly bastard, Fenix thought, mentally patting his own back for a job well done. Turning to the exit, he left the fixer’s uncommon den and went straight back to the car, an unusual jauntiness in his steps. Back to his cool front, now. Can’t let the girl know he’s too overjoyed, that would ruin his image.