#flow paper

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Bat Timeline vs Bat Publication Timeline

I kept my receipts and citations here. Also, I used cover dates.

Neat things I noticed:

Nothing much happened in Gotham until Robin arrived both in continuity and in print history. Sorry but your lone wolf Batman doesn't exist :P

Dick permanently becomes Batman at the same age Bruce was when he became Batman; 25. Kinda poetic if you ask me.

Babs was Oracle longer than she was Batgirl in both continuity and publication history!!

Completely forgot that Dinah was literally her own mother once upon a time. Weird stuff.

There's not enough Jason!Robin stories to fit the 3 years some fans claim he was Robin for. Also the 3 years idea doesn't work if you track Dick's age. My guess is he was originally younger than 15 when he died but DC aged him up so he could be an adult when he returned as Red Hood.

It's pretty clear that Helena's integration into the group began the expansion of this complicated "family unit". She set the precedent for those noirish vigilante work relations.

Tim has to be a vampire if he's meant to be 17 three whole very explicit in-continuity years after he had his 16th birthday.

Stephanie has basically been in this gig as long as Tim! And almost as long as Helena too. Proper seasoned ass-kicker who Damian should look to for pointers.

Also remembered that Cassandra's Batgirl run is the best thing to come out of Gotham in the early 2000s.

I dunno I think the One Year Later timeskip was just unnecessary.

Kate and Renee are almost as new to the vigilante gig as Damian!

Bat-adjacent Rose Wilson was said to be 14 during her first appearance around Year 15 so she's the same age Tim.

Not Bat related but Lian Harper's age works with my timeline so yay! Born early Year 14, she's 5 during Cry for Justice in Year 19.

I have a theory, based off of Batman #416, that Dick graduated high school at 17. He says he was Bruce's partner for 6 years and that after he was fired; he left college after the 1st semester, then moved around the country, had his own adventures, and "eventually" ended up with the Titans. Also, he was 21 during the Titans' 3rd anniversary (New Titans v2 #71) and 19 when he became Nightwing (Tales of the Titans #44) so the Titans (re-)formed when he was 18. This means he probably only turned 18 in the academic year he began college (or has a summer birthday). So he was Bruce's partner from ages 11-17, did his own thing for a while as he did in the 70s, eventually joined the Titans at 18, and became Nightwing at 19. Jason comes into the picture soon after Dick retires the Robin identity.

#“what's the point of a timeline; it's not meant to make sense that way; no one ages” STFU #the point of a timeline is solidifying that characters do age and that time is able to flow! Cuz time's an interesting theme to explore! #this is examining continuity as the literal history of these paper people and enabling them to grow (up) issue by issue #batman #bat family #batfam #dc comics #comics #timeline #bruce wayne #dick grayson #barbara gordon #dinah lance #jason todd #helena bertinelli #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #kate kane #renee montoya #damian wayne #robin #batgirl #black canary #huntress #nightwing #the spoiler #oracle #red robin #red hood

[carkeyarts]

manna of the wyrm

(inspired by this post by @mebis-art-dump!! bc it got me thinking abt the wyrm carcass)

#i heard a paper on relics and the oil of saints a while back and. yeah. #the water flowing over his bones in kingdom's edge #dispersing his essence. a cure or a poison... #come get yalls juice #yknow #hollow knight #hk wyrm #my art

[of-galaxies-and-black-holes]

misc panel redraw sketches and unfinished vash sketch <3

#vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #torn notes #<- guy who cannot finish anything #had the idea for diablo vibes vash. who knows if ill commit to it! #vvv lose im tryin not to . have my forms be that blocky cause theres a bunch of trigun artists who have this type of flow to their lines tht #i want to have.... also nightow sensei has it too #also. fighting for my life in procreate. still trying to find brushes that feel as nice as painting with inks and watercolor feels #traditionally. height of texture feel-good-ness with drawing is. pencil and paper and inks and watercolor rn. #yes i am procrastinating on assignments LOL

[spotforme]

you know, cats are a society, Cat definedly had a name before everyone left. so when Lister rolled around and just decided to call him Cat he just went with it, was his last name just so uncool? did he just not care? or the crushing one, was he so much of a recluce, like was alluded to in promised land, that he never really heard his name being used by anyone so he wouldn't really even respond to it if he heard it? even his brother doesn't call him by any name. he's just a nameless outcast who was left on the ship with a dying delusional priest. i feel like he was quite young at that point too like how could they do that to him!!

might i think about his obsession with himself being because he was the only one who would care about him and if he stopped caring about himself then no-one else would, and no-one else would help him if he started spiraling or slipped up, we can literally see his obsession with himself simmer down as he learns to be a part of the dwarfers because now he doesn't have to be the only one to take care of himself, he can focus on other things than survival for a change -oouugh i'm sorry i'm just dying at the thought of a corralation between his self obsession and abandonment which seemed to happen even before the cats physically left. like he must have known that if he let his mental state deteriorate he would be done for, being alone on that ship and all. like surely the priest and him had their chats but that priest just could not have been much in terms of company.

this was supposed to be a funny post like "ooh what could be Cat's given name??" but i just had to get to thinking and as we know, that never ends well.

#did not think i was going to get so emotional about cat today but the THOUGHTS ! #they're flowing in #and they make that last speech of his about how he's found home hurt SO MUCH #red dwarf #the cat #i'm started reading a paper about how big of a part mentality and despair actually plays in shipwreck and stranding situations #and i did not realize how that would tie in but HONESTLY ?!

[sofancydancy]

"C'est La Vie" / Gale & Astarion ramble 1k words, as I try and figure the characters out... ✦

✦ I wrote all night, Like the fire of my words could burn a hole up to heaven, I don't write all night burning holes up to heaven, no more... ✦

Gale sat near the heat of the blazing campfire, his brown eyes reflecting the stars above him. Everyone else had gone to bed not too long ago, and he would leave for his tent after a moment. 

Just…a few moments more. 

He just wanted to watch the stars a little longer. He wouldn’t have too many moments left to do so, he could feel it. Be it Mystra’s will, or his own mortality beckoning, he felt it like it were breathing down his neck.

Gale took in a steady breath, the night air crisp, like it could rain any second now.

Oh, how he wished it would rain.

He closed his eyes and pressed one palm against the Orb, feeling it pulse beneath his skin. He tried to quell the hurt there, taking in a steady breath. The Orb wasn’t really the problem anymore, but his soul. It ached in his chest, a thrum of anxiety wedged deep between his ribs.

Everything he was raised for—everything whispered to him, given, was all to come to an end. It was his fault, all of it.

He was already planning how to accomplish his task, even if he felt his fingers tremble upon his chest.

He would try and separate himself from the group—thinking on how to save them from himself. It wasn’t their fault, their sin. Gale would do everything and anything to see to their safety. 

Everyone had all been so terribly gracious to him as it was. Even after learning his folly, they would go out their way to see that he received the magical item that would both quell the weave’s hunger and sate their pockets. 

They shared their fire, food, laughter, and sometimes even their pain.

He was so terribly thankful.

He felt like such a burden. 

Gale huffed a small laugh and rubbed his eyes, blinking away the burn he felt behind them. He had no right to cry about it. He was given a chance of redempti—

“Not getting all weepy, now, are we?” A silky voice asked, and Gale felt the anxiety bloom in his chest again, taking a moment to blink away the pain.

“Gods, Astarion,” Gale hissed at him, the vampire’s hands raised in the air, fingers spread wide. Astarion looked at him, his head cocking to the side curiously. His red eyes looked concerned—wary, even.

“Is it giving you hell? That thing on your chest?”

Gale looked up at him, nodding when Astarion gestured at the log to the left of him: may I?

“Not like it was,” is all Gale could say, looking away. Which was true. Mystra had given that one blessing, at least until he could finish his quest. 

“You sound content, considering what has been asked of you. Or rather…demanded of you.” Astarion spoke, his words clear. Gale looked at him and Astarion’s red eyes pinned him there. He had a stiffness to his jaw he hadn’t before.

This was a glimpse to the man’s own hurt—one Gale had only been seen revealed to Tav a handful of times. Now, those too red eyes revealed something to him.

Gale took a short breath, looking up at the stars again. His brown eyes were glassy, reflecting the sky. “It’s no more than I deserve.”

Astarion tsked with a grimace, one corner of his upper lip lifting to reveal a very sharp canine. He started fiddling with a spot of something on the sleeve of his blouse, annoyed or nervous, Gale wasn’t sure. 

“You deserve better than that. A God demanding yet another sacrifice…” Astarion trailed off, his eyes dimming, his fingers pausing on the spot.

“But if I hadn’t done what I had, I would still be—”

“Used,” Astarion finished for him, firm. Gale felt hot rage then. He stood up quickly and just stared at the vampire, brown meeting red.

He was so mad, but…

Astarion tilt his head, his eyes the softest Gale had yet to see them.

Pity?

Sympathy?

Understanding?

Gale looked away, his jaw tight.

“You know, before you go off stomping all dramatically, I want you to hear something,” The vampire started again, picking at the spot again, nervously.

“I don’t pity you, Gale of Waterdeep. I pity you only in the way that you are giving up so easily. In my time upon this wretched earth, crawling in the dirt and all the shit of the world, I prayed to many a God. None of them answered. Your goddess answered too pointedly. She’s hiding something, I know it. I’ve lived it.” 

Astarion’s eyes trembled with deep hurt and endless rage. A muscle in his jaw jumped, like he was grinding his teeth.

“You don’t give up, you go kicking, or I’ll kick your ass before you even get the chance to blow yourself up.”

Gale huffed a laugh at that, his eyes stinging again. Out of everyone, he never thought that Astarion would be the one to tell him to think of any other way, and not so soon after Tav. 

“Thank you, Astarion,” Gale said, gently, watching him with a small sad smile. The vampire was already looking stiff—uncomfortable, like he’d revealed too much. “Truly. Honestly, I thought you didn’t like me, but I want you to know that I really appreciate the kindness you have shown me.”

“Kindness,” Astarion focused upon, mulling the word in his mouth, like it tasted awful.

“Yes,” Gale told him, a twinkle in his eye. “I won’t say more, as I know this is a territory that is making you literally squirm in your seat but…thank you.”

Astarion blinked up at him, unsure what to do with himself. His mask had fallen, revealing a very lost creature that hid behind his usual facade. Gale sighed and, very gently, pressed a feather-light touch on his stiff shoulder as he passed him.

“Sleep well, Astarion. I hope you found a nice enough dinner. I won’t forget this and hope to return it in kind.” 

What kind, Gale kept to himself.

Astarion could only blink at the open space before him, the spot where Gale had touched feeling too warm. When he finally could turn around, Gale was already in his tent. Astarion’s eyes flicked back and forth, the vampire swallowing thickly. 

“I don’t dislike you,” Astarion told the night, his eyes glassy. A few raindrops fell then, and he blinked up into the sky, a few more drops running down his cold cheek.

✦I waited for days for your voice to answer to me, I don't wait up for days for your voice to answer to me no more...✦

#c'est la vie no. 2 by phosphorescent is to blame for this #and I needed a break from papers #literally just a free flow ramble #my writing #bloodweave #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fic #bg3 ramble #both these characters can go in my pocket and I will protect them forever thanks #mystra hate club

[luck-of-the-drawings]

I LOOOVE LOVE ALL THE NPCS IN PRIME DEFENDERS!! THEYRE EACH SO UNIQUE AND COOL, WITH THE GREATEST THING YOU CAN POSSIBLY GIVE TO SUPER HEROS IN A SUPER HERO UNIVERSE: WAAACKY FUCKIN SUPER POWERS!! (MADE WITH ONLY PEN AND COLORED PENCILES, MISTAKES CORRECTED WITH PAPER N GLUE)

#jrwi prime defenders #jrwi fanart #jrwi show #QUIIIICK TAKE IT BEFORE I NOTICE MORE PROBLAMS!! THIS TOOK TOOOO LONG TO MAKE #I STRUGGLED WITH THE COLORS BECAUSE you see. i had ONLY red pens and orange pens but NO pencils of the color #ALSO no brown pencil so i HAD TO COLOR MIX FOR THE SHADES. It was only today that i got a brown pencil (not even a good one) #i scribbled on a paper with the red n oranges to put it on lightly and it was HARD but i think it worked okay #NOT BAD FOR MY STUPID SEt up where i only use what i can steals from left over things at the school i work at #ANYWYAY SO PRIME DEFENDERS HUH #SIUDDENLY GOT OBBSESSED WITH IT AGAIN OUTA NOWHERE AUUGHHH THE BRAIN ROOOOTTTTM #I REALLY LOVE HOW THE NEW EPISODES HAVE BEEN GOING TEHEHEHEEE #I LOOVE THAT ALASTYR CROSS IS HERE MY BABY BOOYYY LOOK AT HIM ALL GROWN UP #HES SO STRANGE AND ODD AND SILLY AND POSSIBLY DANGEROUS #I ALSO LOVE FLOW!! IVE ONLY KNOWN HER A DAY AND UHH I WOULD UHH I WOULDD WAVE AT HER N SAY HAIIIII :333 #OH ALSO UH #SO THE UH #SO LE FROG AND WORDSMITH HUH #YOU HAD ME AT 'but i LOVE youu' #LIKE IMAGINE RIGHT? LIKE JUST THINK ABOUT IT? JUST PONDER IT FORA SEC #IMAGINE THOSE TWO ON A COFFEE DATE WITH LEFROG IN FULL COSTUME AND WORDSMITH ACTIVELY TRYING TO LEAVE #I SHIP EM NOT BC THEY WORK WELL TOGETHER IM SHIPPIN EM BC ITS SOOOOO FUNNY #BUT REMEMBER. THE SLIPPERY SLOPE OF CRACKSHIPS. CRACKS CAN LEAD TO CAVERNS. AND 40 TO 50 PEOPLE GET LOST IN CAVES PER YEAR #ANYWAY THAT S MY RAMBLE I AHVE TO GO TO WORK TOMORROW #BAIII THANKS FOR READIN MY RAMBLES

[roglaert]

Okay, I started writing this one during the last 10 km of the race today. I haven't even reread it, so I don't know anything. There are mistakes, it probably doesn't flow, it doesn't make sense. I just needed to find a distraction.

Winner's room but nothing happens

Mathieu closes the door behind himself. His eyes linger on Wout’s shape. He’s sitting on the only available chair, his back hunched and his head laying on his arm on the table.

‘Hey’.

Wout startles and sits up straight. He doesn’t reply, nor he turns towards Mathieu, but he isn’t expecting any different.

Mathieu sits on the bed groaning, and hugs himself.

‘Cold, eh?’.

Wout seems more interested in the objectively kitsch pattern of the fake wooden table than in anything Mathieu has to say.

‘Yes, too cold’.

‘You were shivering on the podium’.

‘It happens’.

Mathieu nods, and remains quiet. An unusual sense of awkwardness falls on the room.

They’re used to meeting each other in any circumstance: after Mathieu’s wins, when his excitement and Wout’s irritation clash; when Wout wins and his gaze and his touches become more gentle – Mathieu would never admit this to anyone, but he likes those moments to the point where he forgets his loss for a while.

They meet when Wout is angry at himself, disappointed, something simmering inside him, ready to explode.

Mathieu knows this race cannot mean that much to Wout. He’s won it twice, he has got bigger goals. Mathieu knows when Wout is playing his mistake over and over in his head, and he’s never this aloof.

Mathieu claps his hands, the sound loud in the quiet room.

‘So…’.

‘What do you want, Mathieu? Let’s get this over with. I’m cold and tired’.

‘So am I’.

‘Sure’.

Mathieu’s expression turns sour, as he lies on the bed.

‘Fine, keep moping’.

‘Fine’, retorts Wout with sarcasm.

Mathieu remains still for a few minutes, but soon the shivers come back.

He turns to Wout, and sees him breathing in his own hands, trying to transfer some heat.

Mathieu extends his leg and touches Wout’s own with his left foot.

‘Come here’.

Wout looks at him dubiously, and Mathieu adds: ‘Nothing sexual, I promise. You’re just a human heater. And it’ll help you, too’.

Wout stands up slowly, vainly trying to hide a grimace.

Mathieu sits up as Wout tries to regain his breath before sitting down beside him.

Mathieu moves a little to give him space.

‘You’re hurting’.

‘It’s nothing’.

‘It’s not nothing’.

‘I said it was nothing’, Wout cries out.

Mathieu swallows down a biting response, thinking about his intention to avoid clashes, to avoid stirring up discussions. They’re not worth it. He certainly favours their winner’s rooms when they're lighter, when their irony is borderline flirting and it all becomes a continuation of their race against the other, seeking pleasure but secretly loving giving it.

Mathieu knows it’s the same for Wout, just as he knows the way Wout breathes, how his muscles move when he’s ready to attack, how his body slouches when he’s tired; he knows when he’s on the limit just by looking at Wout’s lower lip.

He never says, though. He’d rather lose every single race than acknowledge out loud what’s going on between them.

‘Do you need a doctor?’.

‘It’s nothing. The adrenaline is gone, you know how it is’.

Mathieu takes his chin and turns Wout’s face towards his before lowering the zip of his jersey.

‘You said nothing sexual’.

‘And I stand by it. Let me see’.

Wout moves away, and he whimpers.

‘It’s cold’.

Mathieu nods, and takes his jacket. He puts it over Wout’s shoulders and smiles.

‘An Alpecin boy’.

Wout averts his gaze. Mathieu knows there’s nothing interesting on that wall, but he lets Wout have a moment of peace.

Wout sighs, then turns to him.

‘Come here’.

Mathieu is surprised when Wout opens his arm, and he doesn’t give him time to change his mind. He throws himself there, and finds a comfortable spot under Wout’s armpit. Wout isn’t much bigger than him, but Mathieu secretly loves making himself smaller to fit well against his body.

He rubs his nose against Wout’s chest.

‘It’s better’.

A small smile appears on Wout’s face, and Mathieu smiles back.

He instinctively circles Wout’s waist with his arms, but Wout immediately flinches, takes Mathieu’s hand on his ribcage and puts it on the sheets.

Mathieu would like to take some of that pain away, to see the result of Wout's mistake on his skin, the one people say comes from Mathieu's pressure on him, from the way Wout constantly feels on edge against him.

Mathieu breathes slowly as some warmth returns to his body. He noses Wout’s neck and inhales.

That’s another thing he finds comforting – Wout’s smell.

It doesn’t matter if it’s sweat, or the cologne he’s been using since he was 19, or the natural odour of his skin. Mathieu would recognize that element that is pure Wout anywhere, even in a crowded room with his eyes closed.

He takes Wout’s left hand in his, and delicately breathes on it. His warm breath brings some colour back to it, and Wout slowly moves his fingers.

Mathieu isn’t done, though. He leaves a trail of kisses on his knuckles, then turns his hand and slowly moves down Wout’s palm, before pressing his lips against his pulse point on the inner wrist.

Wout has closed his eyes, and the frown between his eyebrows is finally gone.

Mathieu feels the exhaustion coming in like a wave, right deep into his bones. He knows his body is relaxing, and Wout’s is doing the same.

The clock is ticking loudly on the opposite wall, and the sound of rain is picking up once again. The only company to their heavy breaths, for once not coming from quick blowjobs, dismissive handjobs, or a rushed round of sex – always way too rushed for Mathieu.

Wout sinks his nose into Mathieu’s hair and shivers. For a moment, Mathieu wishes he hadn’t cut it. He trembles in Wout’s arms and stares at the clock desperately wishing for time to stop, to be able to linger for a little longer like this. No questions asked, no battle to come out on top to be won.

Just two boys, with their aching limbs, seeking warmth and comfort.

Mathieu knows he has no right to ask Wout this. He’s the winner, almost all the time. He’s the one who cruises to victory – no falls, no bruised ego, no mistakes made. But he’s always a bit emotional when Wout’s beside him, with his endless range of emotions that he stoically tries to keep in check.

Victory makes him feel things more deeply, losing is even worse. Wout is both things combined.

He imagines how their interactions would change if they were able to talk or, at least, look at each other outside of these four walls.

Mathieu would like to kiss him properly, and get to find out who the real Wout is – the one many seem to love.

For now, he cherishes these little moments and buries the hatchet even when Wout is in a fussy mood.

He leaves a faint kiss against Wout's jersey right on his heart and snuggles into him.

The shivers are gone, and Wout's hand is stroking his nape.

Mathieu can feel his heart beat loudly right in his throat. He fears Wout can hear it over the ticking of the clock and the rain on the roof. If he does, he doesn't say. He holds Mathieu and sighs now and then. He touches his ribs without realising, and Mathieu feels a bit guilty.

He knows it's not his fault. He knows it's all Wout's doing, but the journalist's question keeps echoing in his head. Do you have the mental upper hand over Wout?

He couldn't say yes, but he often thinks he does.

But nobody knows – not even Wout – that Wout has the upper hand here, and he has the power to crush him easily. It's better for Mathieu to keep quiet, and let them all believe he's above it: above their rivalry, above the media, above whatever feeling they may harbour for each other.

An alarm goes off and someone knocks on the door.

'Time's up, boys'.

Wout disentangles their bodies and gets up.

He rubs his hands against his thighs, and whispers: 'So, see you in a week'.

Mathieu nods. 'See you'.

Wout offers him a quick smile and leaves. Mathieu grabs his jacket that has fallen off of Wout's shoulders and presses it to his own chests.

He breathes, trying to regain some fickle sense of self-control, then gets up. He puts it on and follows Wout outside. Right before leaving, he looks back to the room to try and imprint it on his mind. It was a special one.

#fic #i mean what the hell is this if not self-healing #much like yesterday's fic on mathieu's hair and wout's disappointment i literally wrote my own feelings on paper and my bff read it #and was like ok that's you though 😭😭 #writing things down with no coherence just going with the flow and with the emotions #random thoughts

[valleyggd]

Hi guys, sorry for the loooooong hiatus. Please enjoy some drawings of Ganondorf:) Laptop broke some time ago.

#ganondorf #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #loz ganon #totk ganondorf #might go back to making paper and pencil sketches to keep some flow going #doodles #daddy ganon #zelda #princess zelda #link #totk link #dragon

[prakashkc]

Inktober day 4 - dodge.

#artists on tumblr #prakashdraws #inktober #inktober 2023 #black and red #ink drawing #ink on paper #art on tumblr #moleskine sketchbook #sketchbook #acrobatics #flow

[kuruk]

okay well I tested the pencils but it's hard to say because I haven't drawn or written with a pencil in way too long sorty. *thinking*

#i need to try on normal paper #my new pens and such btw. well the doraemon and pilot hi tec c are old but well yeah #there's bite marks on the doraemon because my dog chewed it up bad and i had to replace part of it. halo -_- #pilot hi tec c is smallest pen nib jve ever owned and its sooo fun to draw with #it's more fun when the ink isnt working or flowing well but i haven't been able to get it to happen again 😐 #oh well it's still good for writing.. #it's easy to get a bad pen with those though it's riskier.. but .25 irs seriouslty so nice.

[gregorkalus-ink]

Gregor Kalus P1467,P1472,P1469,P1466 - 64x50 [cm] (ink on paper)

#Gregor Kalus #ink on paper #flow #disappear #wind #contemporary art #Contemporary Painting #ink painting #ink drawing #ink art

[frmulcahy]

Writing papers is so hard because you should form your own opinion but you also have to be Stiff and Proper and Academic about it you can’t just be like “and then Dickens was being a fucking shit head and published a 3 part long racist tantrum in Household Words-“

#also the struggle of trying not to use personal pronouns #it flows better!!!! other article authors do it!!!!! but I know it’s like Technically still quite frowned upon #academia #college #art history #art history major #research paper

[vvelegrin]

i'm really enjoying pathologic 2, actually. i mean, i didn't think i wouldn't enjoy it as much as i was worried it would just, i don't know, muddy the water. and maybe it will, but i'm not really bothered by that anymore. that said, i do think patho 2 took a fairly unsubtle game and increased its unsubtlety by about tenfold.

well. calling og pathologic 'unsubtle' doesn't feel quite right, but i'm not sure what word would feel right. maybe it's 'distinct in its sensibilities'. I think og patho felt more obtuse, whereas patho 2 is like. here. take it. do you get it. here is the information. do you see the themes. i am announcing them to you in such a way that you know that i am saying something thematic. i'm not far enough into the main story of 2 to be able to say that there's less reading between the lines, but it feels very much so far like there's less reading between the lines. whereas the original had a somewhat different... i don't know, affect? it felt like a hostile workplace where everyone recited shakespeare about even the mundane. in patho 2 nothing feels mundane in the first place, everything feels loaded in a way that og patho was but didn't feel, if that makes sense.

but i think that's okay. at the very least, it feels very much like leaning into the 'theater' aspect of it, which is enjoyable. pathologic 2 feels to me more like... bonus content? not to be Stuck Up For Pathologic HD but i enjoyed the feeling of grinding my face against a cinderblock, having to tease out information and conclusions. it felt like a game that you had to figure out, but you actually weren't really doing any ground-level figuring out of much; you're not a doctor, your character is, so the puzzle of Solving the Plague belongs to The Story, whereas the question of What the FUCK is This Town's Deal is your job. it's a very linear game in most respects, but all three playthroughs come through as a thematic package deal.

i so far get the impression that pathologic 2 can be played on its own and be enjoyed in its own right! however it exists to me as like. director's commentary. i'm really liking the playing with different character relationships and alternate things, the expanding of steppe language and the kin, love my worm guys, but i like it because of how it enriches my eternal mind rotation of og pathologic. sorry guys i played the original pathologic and it broke me and remade me in its image. sorry.

#sorry to be the quintessential 'guy who played pathologic and now doesn't stop thinking about pathologic' #i'm having a lot of fun trying all of the different things in marble nest though #i do worry in general that the inclusion of sprinting and fast travel will really fuck up my flow #the walking feels SO much slower now so while i was content to plod along in the original i feel like there's not a middle ground #so it feels a bit contrary to it all that i'm sprinting everywhere and just chugging bottles of water and calling it good #though at the very least it does seem like it will take some of the weight off of the 'route planning' aspect of the original #which was. honestly a load bearing part of... gestures vaguely #and i understand why people don't like it! i think that's a very reasonable thing to not like #having a game on a time limit that requires you to walk slowly across the map multiple times #i don't know what brainworms it activated in me but i quite enjoy it #on paper i should not like this game but here we are #that's not true. i play a lot of Bad To Play games for the story. #but 'guy who has no sense of time' playing 'time limit: the game' is... well i'm not arguing at the results #so that's my main Thing that i 'dislike' but even that word is too strong #i don't dislike it as much as i am keenly aware that i will have to play the game differently and i Don't Like Change lmao #that said these are preliminary impressions as i'm only about 4-5ish hours into the main game #pathologic

[beansprean]

sometimes you get diagnosed with ADHD as an adult which finally makes your mom actually listen to what ADHD actually is and that she didn't cure it by making me do 100 jumping jacks as a kid when I got too hyper and then she realizes that she may have it too

And then you both realize that like 70% of the family probably also has adhd and that's why we are all Like That

#adhd #not art #like???? my moms side of the family were always weird to everyone but us #so informal and go with the flow and peppy but cycle through hobbies like toilet paper #never any drama bc we forget that we got mad and just get over it and were generally nice to people #we never learned to set boundaries with other people bc we all had invisible understood nd boundaries #and just didnt ask each other weird questions #like turns out we r just a super nd family???? but it makes sense??? #my 2 cousins were diagnosed as kids but they were the only ones that was when adhd was starting to be understood as a childhood disability #but you only got diagnosed if u were getting bad grades etc so me and my sister got overlooked and everyone else was too old #but DEF my granny has combined like me and my mom has hyperactive type and probably my uncle as well #and my great aunt bipolar i wouldnt be surprised if she had comorbidities her daughter idk tho #great grandparents hard to say but i wouldn't be surprised and time will tell with cousins kids #would not be surprised to see some autism in there im sure my sis on the spectrum and i may be too but with adhd its hard to differentiate #anyway this is a v personal post but its kinda crazy to look back and be like huh #thats why the fam dynamic is so different from everyone elses #we dont talk to each other for years but relationships dont deteriorate in our heads so nbd #now my dads side....my dad does have a lot of adhd symptoms as well as his dad #plus Alzheimers runs thru there which has a slight predilection for adhd anyway #why would a bunch of intelligent chatty anxious and kind people choose to live in the middle of nowhere and have silly hobbies #why neurodivergency my friend #ANYWAY the culture shock of moving away from that as a child and my parents remarrying neurotypicals who didnt understand the dynamics #dunno if it was the southern thing or the nt thing but turns out the normal way i always interacted with my parents #was seen by others as deeply disrepectful mean teenager nonsense that should be culled #shout out to the nd kids with nd parents who just spoke to each other like adults and played with each other like kids #this is TOO MANY TAGS thats how u know the vyvanse kicked in #personal

[s7ieben]

Spring Flood

aquarelle, ink on paper – drawing, painting – 19 x 26 cm

S7IEBEN.art RedBubble

#aquarelle #art #artist pen #drawing #flow #green #ink #island #landscape #nature #original art #painting #paper #silence #splash #spring #traditional art #tree #wave #artists on tumblr

[7goodangel]

Couldn't stop thinking about that ship kid poll so drew a small thing for it.

#7rambles #7sketchesanddoodles #paper jam combo #blue screen skell #gaiden skelinkton oc #the first flag says 'go with the FLOW' with FLOW being in CMYK #and the second says 'All Computers Scream BLUE' #it was the best my tired brain could come up with XD #Gaiden loves types of events like this #PJ couldn't care less and honestly wants out (but we will see how far he goes) #and Blue Screen is just... confused