i thought my laptop was on its last leg because it was running at six billion degrees and using 100% disk space at all times and then i turned off shadows and some other windows effects and it was immediately cured. i just did the same to my roommate's computer and its performance issues were also immediately cured. okay. i guess.
so i guess if you have creaky freezy windows 10/11 try searching "advanced system settings", go to performance settings, and uncheck "show shadows under windows" and anything else you don't want. hope that helps someone else.
as long as it’s us two
fuck being remembered
I think I was made for you
Rascunho que fiz no trabalho
( credit to @charlie-rulerofhell for this GIF)
I was today-years-old when I learned Hans is nodding his consent to having sex with Henry here. The DETAILS.
Thinking about Hans keeping 'The Ghost' nickname and going out on more stealth/assassin missions with Henry :3
robot au that i started for my own selfish reasons and now i kinda have a story for? adding previous drawings so it can all be together.
explanation of the au below ig?
ok time for me to be completely transparent with you all, i just like robots, ford is one of my fav characters, fiddleford is engineer, boom gay robot story. it took me a while to actually think of a kinda "story" for this au, it still kinda doesn't have one, very much just a concept and aesthetic. just one rewatch of Ghost in the Shell made me want to come back to this.
but the long and short of it is: setting: future? robotically advanced 1980s? si-fi robotic future with a 1980s aesthetic over it.
STAN-13Y (stan) and STAN-F0RD (ford) were made ~30 years ago, they were both malfunctions in the eyes of their creators. stan with his programing and ford with his misprint (an extra finger on both hands). they were made for one purpose, to make millions helping the world. while ford pursued that goal since his programing was seemingly "normal", stan was thrown out for "not having any use for his program". but ford was a lot more human then people let on, only feared that those emotions he was feeling was another malfunction just like his brother. he kept it in. eventually he went off to continue his studies on his own (was trusted to do so). on the way he found B1LL a program he trusted to be downloaded into his own, it was in fact a virus. And a trusted engineer he met that works for his creators company, fiddleford mcgucket.
now heres a screenshot of a pinterest board thats the kinda vibe i was trying to go for
little scared to post this cause i feel it might be cringe but WHATEVER!!!! IM HAVING FUN!!!!
the unfortunate thing is that i fear kcd2 has ruined game romances for me forever, including its own minor/sideline romances. like no thanks champ. no i will not do your stupid fucking playersexual kissing side quest. you mean nothing to me. i'm sorry, you want me to give you your Special Item to unlock your backstory? why. who are you to me. are you my one reprieve from the tragedy of my old life and the polestar of my new one? do you pettily piss me off or childishly delight me so much i have remembered how to have a normal day again? are we now so thoroughly burned into the woodwork of each other's lives that we would rather perish than imagine returning to a life without the other? have you grown into your manhood and your understanding of a person's worth with me??? no you have not! i will not be pressing x to fuck!
Why would you need a new sword every day, my lord?🤨
it will never stop being funny how preposterously, unhingedly down bad hans capon is for this random blacksmith. down so bad that he physically cannot stop giving him his possessions. down so bad he needs to pick out his clothes. down so bad he is racing to follow him into almost certain death. down so humiliatingly, cringe-inducingly, never-before-seen-levels-of bad that the only thing that cheered him up from the depression of a forced marriage is the realization that from this marriage will eventually emerge a SON and then he can name that son HENRY and that's going to be FUCKING SICK DUDE. OUR MY SON HENRY JR
help this man