lovecraft in brooklyn @amphetamine@sprite.land

In conclusion: When the incompetent, clown-faced megalomaniac steals power and takes over the world, the only thing to do is dust yourself off, pick up the pieces, and keep fighting.

I never know if I should work more on flat colors or a more painted finish (-_-)

#illustration #digitalart #art #oc

The protagonist of the World of Ruin (Celes) is knocked into a coma, and she wakes up a year later. The world is turned upside down, and everything is shit. But people adjust, and they keep living. The structure of the game changes. The strong, linear momentum of the first half of the game is gone, replaced by an unfamiliar open world. There's a melancholy mix of loneliness, loss, but also freedom.

The closest thing I can think of to the tone of the WoR is Breath of the Wild

You have parked your ass directly in... The Twilight Zone

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@xenon second pride month, or "wrath month"

Lots of fireflies out tonight

1) refuses his chosen fate
2) always calls himself by a nickname
3) sword

ヽ(｀Д´#)ﾉ ﾑｷｰ!!

We're all in this shit together.

Whatever happens, know that I love you, and think you deserve every happiness in life.

lead on, friend

#mobigraphy #photography #mastoart #1x1

[photo of a white tailed deer buck trotting away, down a bright gravel path winding through lush vegetation]

The technician figures you can hold down the lab yourself while she goes off to serenade stubborn systems into processing test results, leaving you alone to watch .

You head to the creature’s large chamber and do your best to entertain them with an assortment of bright and colorful toys.

A bundle of rainbow of tendrils glazed in hue-shifting slime examine several of them at once before dropping them over the side of their chamber into a pile of disinterest.

The tendrils unravel and, in a mesmerizing display of morphing color patterns that grow in complexity, they dance and sway before you while several more reach out for a more interesting toy.

It seems that just happens to be you.

Against the wishes of the small novel of specimen interaction and safety policies you signed off on, you allow to grasp and explore your hand.

Then an arm as they pull you closer to the chamber.

You realize you might’ve made a mistake when you notice you’re being lifted over the glass wall, but your worries are quickly washed away in a soothing sea of curious colors.

Half an hour later, the loud hiss of the security door breaks the quiet droning hum of equipment next door.

The technician returns to find you lovingly tangled in a wet, writhing mass of resplendent tendrils.

She stares at the scene for a with a face red enough to fool a demon, not sure of what to make of it.

With eyes half-closed in content bliss, you gaze back at her, free of all worldly cares, then drift off to sleep in the tendrils’ embrace.