at this point i’m not even liking posts
i just scroll past one and tumblr decides it was the best thing ever and shoves 500 more into my face like it wasn’t the one that wanted the first one there in the first place
i love how i’ll like one post and tumblr’s like
hey
want 572983682 more of those?
I’ve started working on some (not finished) art for the first area as well as starting to work on lighting
i really want to play through night in the woods but i haven’t been able to get past like the 2nd or 3rd day
i just stop
recovering from saying goodbye to my gf for the summer by reading new dinosaur paper
i couldn’t understand like half of the words in it but what i could understand was neat
NEW WILDS BETA NEXT MONTH ?????????????????????? FUCK YES FHSKFJHFHSGGDJLSLCJCHZBSJFGGG
IM GOING TO HAVE LIKE 50 HOURS IN WILDS BEFORE THE GAME RELEASES
The only way to cope about hdg not being real is to become a cute tgirl's pet
it’s really difficult getting into my characters’ heads and actually writing their voices correctly. I’m too focused on trying to figure out the conversation as it is.
maybe i just need to go back over it again once ive got all the context together
snoot
ok i had a cool idea for an oc (i don’t think i’ve ever used that term in my life lol) and i’m putting this here mostly so i don’t forget
- steampunk protogen
- nixie tube-based face
would be cool
(i am devolving into cringe let’s go)
Being raised culturally christian protestant atheist is funny, actually. I was never taught that Hell is literally real or that I should believe in it, or that you go there for being gay. I was told that I'm free to do whatever I want with my life, for as long as I'm doing something constructive and working hard to achieve it. Wanting to suck dick isn't a sin, but wanting to do fuck all sure is one.
I never had to cope with some traumatic realisation that homosexuality is an inherent part of who I am that no amount of repression, prayer or conversion therapy could make it go away. I'm just sitting here contemplating the idea that maybe I never have been and never will be a hardworking, career-driven, passionate and ambituous Dedicated To Their Life's Work kind of a person.
I don't believe in Hell but I'm still convinced I'll go there if all I want to do with my life is to stare at walls.