I'm going insane over the oso remix because its OSO and ai love oso and oso can i ask about inhaler mayhaps bats eyes (and also vape i love him too)
Oh my goodness seeing you blow up my notifs has been a joy, let me see if theres anything about inhaler and vape that i forgot about ...
OH YES! Inhaler was a substitute biology teacher, mainly working in elementary/middle schools. He was strict and nerdy to the kids but he was passionate about whatever he talked about, so he made classes pretty insightful!
I'd like to imagine inhaler and penny have been to the same college before, not actually met but just passed each other in the hallway or something. He also develops a strange yet fulfilling friendship with Glowing Heart, while she is a dragon she hasn't spent much time learning about her own biology.
As for vape, there isnt much about him yet... he is insanely divorced though; he and paintball are exes which gives a little more spice to their constant ongoing one-sided rivalry, paintball is insanely spiteful towards vape while vape is just so tired all the time. very divorced despite never being married
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what's your opinion on Open Source Objects? sorry if this has been asked b4
Conceptually Very Cool But I Don't Like It. A Lot of the Characters Are Uninteresting and Beyond the Dome and the Open Source Aspect It Has Very Little to Bring to the Table. Kind of Funny I Guess That the Project Thats Supposed to Showcase the OSC's Prowess is Visually Interesting at Parts and Has Some Fun Character Concepts But Ultimately is an Uninteresting Bland Gameshow Slurry Thats Bloated With Forgettable Contestants and is Never Gonna Finish.
That Said I Love Vape So Much With All My Heart
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anything on vape in the remix au? or atleast anything new about him? sorry if there's a lot of asks and it's getting repetitive, I just really enjoy the guy and would like to know more.
I've always had a big problem with how drawn out the PB and Vape conflict is for absolutely no reason, so I gave it a better reason and just made them bitter exes. PB is just extremely petty and any attempts they make to talk or get on better terms fails and only adds fuel to the fire, I think its fun. While I did mostly draw Vape as a sad sopping wet cat hes still a very chill dude who enjoys meditating and only wishes for people to take care of themselves (even if its difficult to do so for him during the competition). He runs a drug store in the city selling them both for medicinal and recreational purposes, a lot of people like him for his nonchalant and down to earth personality.
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It Must Never Happen in the Chair Again: The Epicenter of my Absence
Hi! Guess who's learning how to be better, after long last? I'm starting a path, and it's small, so I barely feel qualified talking about it, so I'm going to try to approach it from a place as humbly as possible whilst also still acknowledging progress.
Watch this delicate balancing act that I need to perform, and will ultimately fail to the precipice of ego.
It started with 25 push-ups, my brain works better on constraint than with true freedom. True freedom paralyzes it, because it doesn't quite understand it yet, although I hope it one day does.
The reason why I try to use the collective 'it' is that I'm partially ashamed of my mind. As I go back and examine my older pieces, I'm terrified and ashamed of the work that I've done, and then I realize that it was all building to this. There's something to be said of making the mistake and not erasing it.
It's part of my life's work, and I've had a bad habit of scrapping everything all due to the defensiveness of someone finding my work. You would think that I would be happy with someone finding my writing and even more so if they find my writing helpful, but I think I should stop for a time. Maybe I'll change things up and make this a place for my writing and here, I'll only tell stories.
Maybe it can serve as a place of better self-reflection, where I actually put some effort in and at least act like I want to be here. This cynical loathing of oneself is more draining to the listener, and it really does infect, I find. Negativity breeds more negativity, and furthermore: contempt breeds contempt, not familiarity. Familiarity breeds indifference. Indifference breeds insecurity, insecurity breeds mistrust, and mistrust breeds misplaced action.
Misplaced action breeds the worst atrocities mankind is singularly capable of.
Your pattern-recognition has picked up several times that I've used the word "breed", and now people probably think I have a thing. It was to convey the point that most would rather point out a seeming flaw in the script than to listen to the overall message.
I personally believe that as a culture, we watch too much TV, or to take the air out of the gutted metaphor, we watch TV to escape reality, but you're a bad person if you point this out. It's rude to pierce the veil, but forcing your whim upon others serves to only outline your own inability to cope with one singular objective reality.
It's as the great Matt Dillahunty puts it, although I'm paraphrasing because it's fun to do with wisdom; "I believe I am surrounded by people, and if all of the people that I perceive that I am surrounded by, agree with me, then we can all work together to investigate reality."
So in the softest way possible, I don't think I have the life experience to maintain a blog of this fashion, or at the very least, it's lost the ability to be effective as a respectable format. I'll get control of it soon, and this place will evolve into, ideally, a motivational place, where I don't lose my head to cynicism, and I can actually be a source of joy, rather than a misery-loves-company type.
I think getting my house in order will be good for me. I'm down 80 pounds so far and it's the first time I've been under 200 in nearly a decade. I've quit smoking and vaping, next will be hot showers that I quit, followed by my any other compulsive wants or addictions for, or to things.
So I'll get off of here for a little bit, I think. It would be good for me to open my window and crawl out of it to go take a walk every now and then. I always liked the idea of an apartment with a fire-escape, but up until I picked writing back up, it's become a rather punitive argument to defend my smoking habit.
Now that I don't smoke anymore, I can fantasize about being a writer on a balcony or terrace somewhere, quietly tacking away at my keys, saying "Don't look at me, look at what I made.", but for now, this will serve as a crutch to lean on for when I need to straighten my thoughts out. It's a safety-net for me, and maybe it can be for you, too. I guess that's kind-of always been the idea, but I certainly haven't been acting like it, or putting forth my old effort.
So here it is, here's the effort, here's me actively trying, to tightrope myself to a better life, being careful to never go too far in any direction, trying to be smart, reading the right books and keeping my mouth shut, and my fingers busy making up mythology, and getting better at it each day.
Come and watch me grow, if you want, other peoples' egomaniacal self-improvement stories aren't really for everyone, but you'll watch me try to beat my vanity back like a mangy dog with a stick, beating me back into the pit of devolution and cyclical behavior.
I hope to learn more lessons, soon...
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