Cowards, Think Of The Gaming Channel /j

Okay, I was a little worried yesterday if I'm being honest. The song felt like it ended where a song would usually keep going, the ship of theseus theme felt superfluous, and the song was decent but a little underwhelming. I wasn't going to put anything out there because if Chonny wanted to have a longer deadline, I wasn't going to blame him. But with the 2nd part releasing today, everything fell in place. With all the pieces falling in place, I'm actually so excited for all the parts. Sorry for every doubting you, Mr. Jash.

I have nothing to add I just like ace attorney and snapcube

time for a silly post (I say as if my posts hadn't been silly for the past month)

fans of the sonic snapcube dubs will recognize these, but if you don't recognize these, just imagine these lines are ace attorney canon. thank you

Damn everyone forcing me to reblog today /j

PJSEKAI Saki but HEART???????

OG under cut

Jashtober day 8: Tidal

The water pulls in and out...

That is how oceans work after all. I’m not going to regale you with an epic story told with far too verbose diction and a pension for self indulgent endings. What I will give you is a regalement of how to start your own life on the tides. Living upon a boat is not for the faint of heart. It takes sturdy legs, a strong stomach, and a touch of insanity in the brain. You have to learn to catch your own fish, because there’s no way in Davy Jones' locker, another member of the crew will share. It’s best not to start as a hothead. No matter how big you are and no matter how good of a fighter you are, there is always someone bigger and someone who’s a better fighter on your boat. It’s also best to ask a captain what their goal is in sailing before joining the ship. If they mention a whale, especially of the white variety, run. It seldom turns out well. Fishing boats are the safest bet, but they're also a dead boring choice and trust me lads, lasses, and lords, you don't wanna be boring. Now those hunting for some almost forgotten treasure are the perfect choice. Sure, there may or may not be the occasional mutiny, but danger is the spice of life. That's about it for living out on the seas. Oh wait, how could i forget. Invest in daggers. All right you scamps, get out there. I assure you it’s much easier than it sounds (after about 43,830 hours).

Jashtober day 3: Power Hour

Four men walked into my bar today. A narcissistic artist, a love drunk apostate, a curiously morbid poet (who I swear was hiding some sort of rodent under his coat), and a lovely looking lad wearing a skirt of the most awe-inspiring colors I had ever gazed upon. The table each ordered their alcoholic drinks (except the love drunk one. Some sort of new found sobriety) and a basket of bread for the whole table, though they barely ate or drank. They were much too busy talking about their lives. Each had a new story to tell and a comment about the other one's tales once it was done being told. I overheard anecdotes about the biography of a rat and unwanted fans to corporate misdoings and the unheard signals to fire lawyers and infernal torment (though it was a much more lovely account then I was used to). They stayed till my bar had to finally close (though, I let them stay longer than I should have because I’d been enjoying eavesdropping on their conversation so much). When they finally did leave, I was a bit saddened. Would such a remix of ideas ever come back into this bar? Perhaps not. And perhaps that’s ok. Each new person brings a new legend with them. From ancient moss to collapsing moons. Perhaps one day I’ll go out and make my own myths, but for now I’m quite enjoying these tall tales of CJ bar.

I'm just going to say it

Hokum, all ye faithful is super underrated. The only song anyone ever talks about from covered in discontent is the moss, and it's a crying shame. I get it to an extent. They aren't quite as well crafted as his covers from cccc onward, but they still got their merrit.

Why is all transfem representation in video games 😭. Madeline, Bridget, and now Vivian. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but sometimes I don't want to pay money and play a whole game for representation... still love them all, though. <3

Once again not a great drawing but I like the idea that mind and soul signed heart's blindfold the same way you would a cast

Love you

A little writing practice I did recently.

 There it was, the ancient item. It was almost unbelievable. I had heard rumors about it, I thought it would be a weapon of power or perhaps a garb giving you strength. But never did I expect to see a simple apple fritter. Casting magic on food was nigh impossible. If even a crumb were to fall off it could break the entire magic structure. At first my mind went to it being a hoax. The entire heist was now a waste of time and we would have risked prison and even death for a joke, but soon my imagination got the best of me, what if the rumors were right. Yes they were of the most ridiculous nature, but why would the artifact be a lie. I mean it’s not like the government would have to lie about having great magical protection. Maybe just maybe the gods did bless this item.

 “Barry, did you find it? We need some help here.” The voices of my companions made me realize something quite clearly. If they would get their hands on this there is no way they would share. They were thieves and criminals and a simple street rogue like myself would be no help in the future of their clan. “Barrington, I swear to the gods hurry up.” in a move of desperation and fear, I swallowed it in one quick bite. It wasn’t very big, perfectly mouth sized. I immediately felt a burst of emotions. It was delicious, but I felt no magical effect. How stupid of me it was just a lie of course. I mean if the government had some secret weapon that one new of, why would they tell. It was just for intimidation. A big lie. I opened my eyes in disappointment and….

Darkness then me, then my birth and my death, soon the death of everyone I knew then space, then magic, then wars. Every possible future, all of the conceivable past, and all the most tragic and beautiful of presents. My eyes saw everything, everywhere, and everywhen in a fraction of a fraction of a nano-second. Then darkness, nothing, it was a nothing that would horrify the universe herself. From the darkness came a light. First it was smaller than a gnat but brighter than all the stars combined. Soon it grew, getting brighter with every inch. As it developed, I could feel my mind shatter and my thoughts stopped…. “Barry is that the person who was going to steal the item while you distracted us.” asked the knight gruff and cold. “Yeah, I suppose.” I said not meeting his gaze. “Let’s see if he’s still in the tower.” he said in a small snicker. I can’t believe he would betray us. Suppose that’s what you get for trusting a street urchin. We entered the tower. All that was in it was a pedestal, holding a small berry pie. There was no sign of him anywhere. “Poor lad.” said the knight softly before taking us to our cells.