man this thing is crazy. I can’t show off half the things it does because the video/casting software needs some updates, but like....... I spent the morning sitting under a TREE creating 3d models IN THIN AIR.
it was absolutely surreal being surrounded by birdsong, warm sunlight, being able to see every leaf on the trees around me crystal clear....... AND being able to see AND INTERACT WITH virtual objects on top of reality with that same clarity.
just..... literal, real-life holograms. out in nature. words honestly cannot do it justice.
anyways. my new life goal is to get a solar-powered backpack charger and then never go inside again 🌳🌲🌴🍃
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This is a weird useless post but if wizard101 was ever officially animated by experienced animators well versed in body language, symbolism, and design I would be dead. Impactful animation and movement and dynamics between characters and the plot itself IS my hyperfixation
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HI UHM HELLO… [taps mic] is this thing on….?? ………ok! [leans in] writer mutuals! i’m in dire need of assistance rn. how do you write a story. i have to write a plot for english and it’s due next thursday and i’m not sure where to start. are there any rules i should be following. plot points that are crucial outside of the basic exposition/rising action/climax/falling action/resolution??? how to format your individual chapters?? how to develop the story and where to get inspo??? how do some of you get inspo??? PLS HELP ME
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fuck it. guys look at these goddamn edies. edie1 edie2 edie3 edie4 edie5???
i havent finished the game yet just wanted to share some of my drawings these next days : ) im on crimson flower bit. id appreciate no spoilers after that.. ty : )
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Inside the pit, each step closer and closer.
There are moments when I feel the tug of the rope.
Not from the outside, no, I know the pull feels... near, that strange force coming from mere meters away from me...
Whenever I venture more and more to the core of the pit, so does the pull, losing it's shyness, becoming more forceful, more daring to close the gap between "us".
So I stand there, in the middle of the darkness, no daring to move foward, and not daring to go back either.
I don´t know...I don´t know.... I don't know what might be behind me.
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i kept trying to draw anything, literally anything but i feel like the little package of skill i have build myself just fell and scattered across the floor, anytime i try to grab ahold of a piece of it it slips through my fingers like wet soap
on days like these i wish i had been smart enough to be anything else but a mediocre artist, but im not, im not even smart enough to be decent at the only thing i call myself to be able to do, im never going to be able to draw like i want to and i struggle to make peace with it
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ik we’re all lowkey laughing at he absurdity of whatever the hell just happened but like. imagine being qroier. you came back from hell. your husband is missing. you expend all of your energy trying to search for him for weeks. you’re suddenly kidnapped and kept in a dark place you can’t even see because you’ve been blindfolded. this is psychological torture. you’re crying for help and you’ve never done that ever in your life. you’re suddenly taken to a machine and strapped down, and when you open your eyes you’re small. you can’t even talk. all you can do is squeak. your family is missing and you’ve been through hell and now even your body has been taken from you. what the FUCK dude
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