Guess Who Revisited Spontaneous World Shifting And Got Brainrot? Heh.

Nvm the colours were bad but I fixed it

The First Ressurection

I made a one gijinka!

The dress was agony I never want to see a star ever again.

Freaking gorgeous.

Finished designing my bull angel concept! for my friend's TTRPG

What people think why i became a bookbinder: Oh she wants to explore her artistic horizon with those pretty leather bound books of hers. She even gives them out as gifts to her friends. It most likely helps her with anxiety or maybe she just wanted a more special costume made notebook.

Why I actually became a bookbinder: I just illegally downloaded and printed out several of my favourite fanfics and books and started binding them into books cuz I love reading them but looking at screens for too long gives me headaches.

I'm gonna tell you about some worldbuilding I did

So basically, a world of people who live on a massive conveyor belt

Like this

Each 'tile' is 1km×1km, and every 144 days, every tile moves forward once. A new tile is formed at the start, and the tile at the end is removed. Each tile has its own weather and plant life, but they gradiate with the tiles before and after.

Whenever a new tile is formed, ~30 people appear on that new tile, with the mental and physical maturity of about 6yos. The people on the final tile dissappear with it, no one knows what happens to them. The tile people spawn on is the furthest back they can go. They can go forward, closer to the disappearing tile, but not back. This means that everyone knows exactly when they die and can't do anything to escape it, and they are almost immortal until their tile dissappears (they still age tho, and at the same rate as us).

However, this means that when the 30 children are spawned on the new tile, no one can reach them. To help the children establish themselves, the people belonging to the tile just under them (~19 year olds) and the people who are a little younger have a large (and loud) festival to try to get the children to come to their tile so that they can be taught basic etiquette, language, be clothed and fed, and be taught how to survive in the odd world they live in. They stay around that tile and its adjacents until they're about 11. Then, they're slowly integrated into life living alone on their tile.

I tried to make it so that almost everything about their culture reflects how their world works, including their clothing. Their sashes are meant to resemple a conveyer belt, (which is why it's one massive loop) and has the odd slits to help them carry things.

OH GATY~

A completely normal amount of 4-leaf clovers I found today

Four Portions

(Act 1, Scene 2)

An In Stars and Time fanfiction, spoilers under the cut!

You’ve entered the House, and are now in a room Mira called “The Death Corridor.”, searching for traps.

There isn’t much here that could be trapped, only the six pillars, which you’re already checking for switches or other activation devices. You also try to walk on every part of the floor while you’re at it, in case of a pressure plate or a trapdoor or something, but you don’t find any traps, and tell your party the corridor’s safe. Mira, however, needs more convincing.

“So? So??? Are we safe? We’re not safe, are we, this is the Death Corridor...” Mira worries, “The older housemaidens kept saying people died there! So there must be a trap- something weight-sensitive or something!”

Mira’s getting more frantic now, her nails are getting dangerously close to biting-distance!

“Or, or! Maybe it’s time-sensitive! If we spend to long here...!”

“There’s nothing weird in here.” You say, finally.

“But there must be!”

“Aw, Mira...” Yes! Isa to the rescue!

“Belle, Belle, don’t worry about it.” Bonnie interjects. “Frin isn’t good at many things, but they know stuff about traps.”

Hey...

“Right. If we can’t trust the one that’s supposed to lead us THIS early, this won’t bode well for later...” Odile says.

HEY...

Mira seems unconvinced. “But, but-“

“We’re not dead yet, are we?” you say.

“Well, that’s true...”

“We HAVE been in this room for a while...” Odile looks up from her notes and at Mira. “...and Siffrin has been walking everywhere, so if it was weight-sensitive, something would have killed him by now.”

“Exactly! It’s all fine!” Isa adds, hurriedly.

“Oh...Yeah! Yeah, okay! I’ll believe you!” Mira flushes with an embarrassed smile. “Sorry... for worrying... I'm a little on edge.”

“We’re good, Mira.” You say, stepping into the middle of the corridor. “See? Everything’s fine.”

<<<<<

You’re not sure what happened. One moment you’re standing, fine, and the next you’re splayed under a giant rock, and the next you’re planet-long threads, laid down and scrutinised,

And now, you’re back in the meadow.

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