Mostly Been Drawing Skeleton Friends For Anatomy Studies Lately But Keeping Sane With Colorful Messy

Lil commission I did for a board games bachelorette brunch, which is the dopest sort of shindig, I feel like 🥑🍹🍳☕ Food is my fav, I should really try drawing food more

Note: @azaraih and I now share joint custody of a buffalo check jacket, aka we're gay. | Had a very nice friend energy boost last weekend. Socializing can tucker me out, but if I'm interacting with good friends, it gives me back a kind of uplifting energy in exchange. I like connection, and there's something about being around friends in person that brings me contentment. Last weekend we got to have friend brunch, Friendsgiving, and monthly Art Jam with buddies. I hope I can increasingly pour into and draw upon my friendship well. It's like a vitamin, I gotta get that sweet buddy spiritual nutrition. In other news, Minnesota is winter ❄️🧥🧤🧣 . . . #queerstyle #queer #nonbinary #nbfashion #nbstyle #enby #plaid #buffalocheck #jacket #winterwear #winterfashion #breakfasthat #ultralightdown #fashion #style #minnesota #mnfashion #mnstyle #winterstyle #outerwear #layering #filipina #filipinx https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqc1Kg-h5fg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=maldwaxlml4z

We're very serious game makers. Look at our potato buttons. Look at our idk shell. 

Well, this is what my in progress games usually look like… It takes a while to make all the imagebuttons for the actual game, so I usually have placeholders that are textbuttons or… potatoes. The potatoes are actually the save/load/options/quit buttons, so it’s kind of hard to tell which is which right now haha.

Anyway, this is kind of what it’ll look like when you’re exploring the island. There’ll be actual arrow buttons to click on to go to different areas instead of the textbuttons in the top left, and the day/time info will probably be in the right corner I think? And the background will be different depending on the weather instead of just having text that tells you the weather.

But yeah, since this is the beach, I made a thing where you can pick up shells! Each time it’s a new day or night, it generates a few random shells for you to pick up.  You can take them to a shop in town and sell them. There’ll be about 10 different kinds and some are more rare than others.

I want to work on this game more! I’m trying to go through the parts of it I made in November and fix/improve some things.  I should get back into writing the fisherman route too…

Just doppin’ by to say I am loving 270 Miles and More so much! Such a bright spot!!! Stay safe!

Hey, thank you so much! So happy to hear you like the fic, I appreciate you reading and reachin out. Take care!! :] 

How many white people will there be?

In our selkie otome you mean? Hm well pretty much all the characters you’d interact with have been posted so that’s about it. I’d say the Storyteller is white. You could possibly read the Seamstress as white but I didn’t decide she was? We didn’t really situate our game in a specific real world or historical context so racially they’re a little ambiguous. I mean Teen Alchemist’s fam’s got purple eyes which isn’t exactly grounded in anything. I’m not quite sure what you were looking for in this ask so if you want to know something else more specific let me know.

Another round of characters from our in-progress Selkie game. Some of the island villagers you can interact with. They may not be the primary route/attainable characters but you'll certainly run into them. You could probably use their help.

Sorry about your hands, Shopkeeper, I'll fix those later.

So this is, oddly enough, an insight into the weird shenanigans I get up to at work. It started when Edmond imed me to ask if I had any Hostess Ho Hos at my desk. Explanation of convoluted work shenanigans under the cut.

I said no, and that since I had no car it would probably take me a while to walk to a store to get some Ho Hos. He asked me if I thought we could trick Ellen into getting some and I said, possibly. He suggested I fake a coma, and then they'd find a note in my jacket saying they needed to feed me Ho Hos to revive me. I said I wasn't confident in my ability to convincingly fake a coma. Edmond said he'd do it, but he'd already done it twice so it would be suspicious. I suggested he fake the coma and I pretend to be a doctor to legitimize his medical need for Ho Hos. So we did that. 

This whole Ho Hos thing inspired a pretty long email thread too, but I won't really get into that. At one point though, Ellen joked that we'd eat Ho Hos at our bi-weekly instructional designer jam session this week while Edmond would be out of office. Edmond told us adamantly not to eat Ho Hos without him.

We probably wouldn't have eaten Ho Hos without him, except that the next day, Ellen discovered a pack's worth of peeps hidden around her cubicle, including drowned in her water bottle. (The peeps are a whole nother Thing I won't even explain.)

A little revenge was, thus, in order. In addition to relocating the peeps to hiding spots around Edmond's cubicle (including the rescued drowned peep, now placed in a bowl and perturbingly still soggy a day later), we decided to eat Ho Hos at the jam session while Edmond was gone. 

And of course, if you're trying to make someone envious of your Ho Hos, they've gotta be damn magnificent. So we decided to try for some fancy plating. Ellen provided the Ho Hos (we've actually got an extra pack to give Edmond - after he sees the photos of these ones) and the little plate. I brought in the Torani sauce, glitter, and carved the strawberry roses.

tldr; my co-workers and I get kind of ridiculous and now I have gained the useful life skill of knowing how to carve strawberry roses.

My entry for the Homestuck Design Contest over on welovefine! If you like the design, please go rate it here! Ratings/reblogs/spreading the word is all appreciated :] There are a ton of entries so check all of them out!

I had fun doing this. Thanks for having a look!

270 Miles and More

Hey! I’m gay, it’s Christmas, I’m writing gay Christmas fic. Working on cranking out a fic for Happiest Season that was going to be a long oneshot, then a nice little 2 chapter, and has settled on becoming an 8 chapter fic.

If you enjoy a little slow burn, a lot of emotional processing, and were interested in the possibility of a story you thought was about a couple trying to survive one terrible Christmas actually being the story of how a different couple falls together well, perhaps I can interest you in my lil fic.  

Read the fic here on AO3!

Summary:

A: It really was maybe the only redeeming point, getting to kick it with you. Thanks for helping me out.

A: I would like to point out though that we are in fact...talking right now. Oh shit, the wonders of technology! We don’t actually have to miss talking to each other if we don't feel like it, do we?”

Right away, she gets a response message agreeing: No, we don’t.

//

Abby walks out on Christmas Eve and rides with John back to Pittsburgh, but the things that happened this wild past handful of days don't disappear. If anything, they stay with her weeks, months, a year and more later. But they soften, grow, change shape; they shift her life in more ways than she could have anticipated.

Texts from Riley are waiting on her phone when she and John walk back into her and Harper's apartment. She texts Riley back and then they just never stop texting.

Some sample comic pages azaraih and I cranked out this weekend. This was really fun, but kinda painful because we were in a time crunch. On the upside, we did a thing and now we know we could do cooler and more polished comics with more time and planning, so that’s good. Hooray!