Charmed, I’m Sure!

I write stories, I draw pictures, I animate, I design games, and I make music. Also, I’m a data analyst. Anyway, if you wanna see some stuff I did, here’s where you can. My written works are here: https://tinyurl.com/fabeyssu

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Had an idea for a hand rig in Unity2D. Each finger is just a line renderer. No bones, just control points, bezier settings, and a rotation script that uses the line base rotation to rotate the other points. I can even spread, tighten, and adjust the joint lengths and line widths! Best part, you can import a drawing of any kind, make it a material, and assign it to the line renderer. For those of you who like a more detailed finger. Of course, this doesn't account for top sides of fingers, but I'm sure there's a solution I just haven't figured out.

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Father Of Peace - Escapism. (Official Lyric Video)

In case anyone hasn't had the pleasure, Father of Peace.

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First animation test using Moho!

My Green Zombit feels so alive!

Here's the rig. It's a bit messy, but it's my first.

I know it isn't much, but I starting using Moho and I'm in love with it! Set up is a pain, but setup in unity is only slightly less painful.

Really excited to start using it for my animations!

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I think I could win the Pulitzer for this bad boy. It's top-shelf writing. And that's comin' from ME, so you know you can trust it!

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Wrote a new song!

I wrote a new song last night. Spent the morning putting the finishing touches on the lyrics. I don't usually toot my own horn, but...

Anyway, I'll share it when I get a chance to record and mix. Who knows when that will be!

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Words, words, and such glorious awful dreams!

Writing and more writing. Working through more Ophelia and I'm really taking my time. This book, "The Box of Broken Things", marks the midway point. It's heavy in word count, but heavier in theme. As I'm writing a particularly important exchange I keep stopping to think of what each person might do or say and realize I'm in the middle of a Choose your own Adventure situation. Do they react? Did she notice his reaction? Did he lean in, or did he mask it? It's fun, and is giving me a completely new perspective on the process. Do I turn to page 165, or 42? If you've read Hitchhikers Guide, you already know the answer. Also, I dreamt I was a ghost but didn't know it. My friends told me and said they'd help me figure it out. I was going to meet up after they were done with work. in the meantime, I played ghost pranks on people. The pranks and scares escalated to full possession. I became appalled with myself when I realized how traumatic and violating I had been to these poor people. The worst bit? I couldn't stop. Some sort of ghost compulsion I could not shake. I ran to my friends, but only one was left and he was much older. The others had moved away, living their lives. I begged for help. I hated being a ghost. He tried to help, but I kept doing awful, scary, ghostly things to him. I couldn't stop. He begged me to stop, and I couldn't. I apologized profusely, and as I did my eyes turned black and my smile stretch beyond what a smile should. He changed. The room changed. I kept wailing, "I'M SORRY!" until I was screaming at a world I no longer recognized and screaming, terrified faces I could not place. I kept on, until it all faded to black. I woke and thought, "Shit, being a ghost sucks." A dream with plot and character development is a rare treat, even when they are awful. :)

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They're just trying to be helpful. Sorry if that hurts sometimes.

Echoes

What happens when you die? All the things you've ever said? All the thoughts you ever thought  And the memories in your head? They're carried on by echoes, However far or near, And whisper who you were To whoever cares to hear. To the ones you left behind  And the lives you ever knew, Of all you used to be And what they meant to you. Little echoes everywhere Whether far or near. Listen to them whisper If you care to hear.

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Made a new thing. She's a spooky one, but she means well.

Mother Scary

Mother Scary, full of fear, Tell me when their end is near. Mother Scary, full of gloom Lead them sweetly to their doom. Mother scary, full of dread, Do not stop until they’ve bled. Mother Scary, full of death, Mark them for their dying breath.

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I know it's not much, but I finished a novella, and finally broke through the writers block that been stalling my most recent Ophelia Ravenward book.

Mostly, excited that I'm in the final stretch for Memoirs of a Former Ghost. Holy crap is it dumb in all the best ways!

Let's see what I can get done before my brain loses track of what it's doing, again.

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Just finished a new book cover for what is presently a novella. We'll see if I can't turn it into a full novel without bloating it with filler. As it stands, it's a fast paced romp through all manner of gruesome death for an immortal knight on a single-minded quest to find what remains of his lost love.

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Some things just need to burn! Sometimes those things are delicious!

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Poor taste? Sure.

I have no other points to make.

See you in Hell! We'll make an eternity of it! :D

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Death Cursed Knight | Royal Road

No one knows how the magic apocalypse happened, or where it began, but for decades the land has been left to languish under the plague of wi

No one knows how the magic apocalypse happened, or where it began, but for decades the land has been left to languish under the plague of wild curses. Outside the walls of what few kingdoms remain, dark horrors lurk among the endless night. Within them, mages work tirelessly to keep the encroaching curses at bay, while armies train and stand at the ready. When the princess goes missing, a knight with a curse of his own is summoned to venture into the accursed waste. The king offers to set him free should return with what he is certain will be his daughter's remains. What he finds instead is a journey most perilous, a guide most unusual, and a secret most heartbreaking.

What to Expect

-Eldritch-esque horrors

-Nightmarish fantasy creatures 

-Intense/bloody battles

-A grimdark heroes journey

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👻👻Memoirs of a Former Ghost*👻👻

Memoirs of a Former Ghost | Royal Road

Starting the day I was born - to the day I died - no one really saw me, but I saw them. In fact, I saw a whole bunch of other stuff I wish I

Starting the day I was born - to the day I died - no one really saw me, but I saw them. In fact, I saw a whole bunch of other stuff I wish I could unsee! Zombies, demons, a wendigo with very specific dietary preferences? You name it, I’ve seen it! Then I died…but more on that later.

My life may have started out boring, and I'll be damned if it’s not gonna end (again) boring, but from the day I moved in with a ghost and a skeleton, until the day our multi-dimensional trailer park was swallowed up by Hell, my life was more absurd than the absolute beast of a sentence you just read - plus this extra stuff I added to make it nice. I mean, sixty-nine words? Nice.

Some have called my story unbelievable. I often lament it as unforgettable. But that's on you to decide once you’ve read it. I'm not in charge of what you believe or forget. It's not called memoirs of a former priest, and it's not even close to memoirs of a former brain doctor.

What to Expect -Supernatural Non-sense. -Low brow humor. At times, the lowest of brows. -A VERY unreliable narrator. -Some colorful language. -A classic medium/ghost mess around. -And, you know what? I'm gonna say it. A true* story.

*I meant what I said!

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Had some time on my HANDS...

Okay, not funny. Here's a new poem but with the whole drawing time-lapse. Enjoy!

Hangnail Once I pulled a hangnail I didn't even flinch I pulled it just a little bit Then I pulled an inch Then a couple inches more Right up past my hand I pulled it to my shoulder In one continued strand But still my stubborn hangnail Hadn't yet come loose I pulled some more, despite the pain, Although it was no use Yet, I couldn't bring myself To stop ‘til I was done. I pulled that hangnail - and my skin - ‘Til I was left with none.

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So...many...lines....... Regardless, I think he came out exceptionally creepy!

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A person can be more than one thing. It isn't easy, nor is it hardly ever a choice.