Olympian gal pretending not to pose
I’ve given up on a lot of things in my life
But the following things are NOT abandoned and I will make absolutely sure to finish them
I’m not going to just end them where they are, I couldn’t handle that myself
I’m sorry that Halley’s Comet is seen more frequently than updates for these but seriously
It’s gonna happen
Give me something to do.
This is an amazing cosplay, and I’m incredibly flattered. I can’t even put into words the strange, warm sense of pride I feel knowing that someone actually cosplayed as a character I created. But this is not the only one, not by a long shot.
I don’t reblog much; it’s not so much a lack of interest in the various things I see, but more that I try to keep my blog focused, at least primarily, on my own works.
I hope that all those amazing people out there — all you fans and fellow artists and enthusiasts from all walks of life — I hope you don’t feel forgotten or ignored. I can’t reblog you all, but know that I see every work (so long as it’s tagged) and can only thank you from the most sheepishly humbled places in my heart.
Thank you all for everything.
There are many citizens of Monstro Village that don’t live in the Tower. Here are just a few of the lively villagers.
a little doodled Aganomad comic
it doesn’t really fit the main storyline so I’m posting it here
maybe I’ll work it in at some point, but for now it’s all yours
Genderswapped Terraria NPCs
apparently I had this idea last night and didn’t want to forget because I woke up to those three words written on a scrap of paper
so here they are
I don’t like sleeping. I have terrible dreams, easily nine nights out of ten. Sometimes I try to avoid sleeping because of them. It’s not just that I always have bad dreams, but they’re always about abduction and serial killers and child murder and body mutilation and ritual torture. These themes come up constantly, every night it’s usually at least one. I can’t count how many times I’ve watched myself die, or had to watch someone being vivisected or flayed or dismembered.
Last night among many others I had a dream, framed as if it were a TV news story, where two ordinary young brothers disappeared from their room one night. The older boy, a teenager, was found dead later, hung from the ceiling, ruled suicide. The younger boy, a child, was never found.
The only trace was a series of four photographs taken by a triggered nannycam -like device in their room.
First they were both in bed.
Then the older boy’s bed was empty.
Then both beds.
In the last photo, the younger boy can be seen in the dark night, standing outside his window, looking in. This was the last time he was ever seen.
Something about it really disturbed me, especially that last photo. The grainy face of some missing child that doesn’t even exist is burned into my memory. So I drew it when I woke up.
The window doesn’t open, but it was almost as though he had somehow gone out through the window. If he’d gone out the door, why loop all the way around to the window? Why was he looking in? What was he looking at? What happened?
In the dream it was never explained, but I could feel something terrible happened here.