I just want to see the surface again @ask-painter - Tumblr Blog

THIS BLOG IS DECOMMISSIONED FOR GOOD REASON. I DON'T WANT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH THIS GAME ANYMORE. It was fun while it lasted, folks, but I just can't do this after everything.

Archived masterpost under the cut. This blog is just going to sit here as an archive, since I believe in preservation.

#pressure roblox #ask blog #pressure ask blog #ooc #ask #chatter #copy and paste

I'm not sure if it's the best time (and will hold back if it's not), but did anyone want to hear about the plans for the blog lore/story? I had some ideas but kind of lost motive wayyy before the whole situation.

The recent post, before I decommissioned the blog, was gonna be a sort of 'soft reboot' because the story lore was NUTS and a mess and I just wanted to go 'hehe creature!'

#the only reason I ask is because Ren has said that she(?) I've heard conflicting things abt their pronouns) didn't want to ruin people's #view of the characters #which honestly. that's not their responsibility and I hope they know that :( but I don't blame them #I dunno. I may take my monster painter and rework him because I still have slight attachment. but not right now. I am not gonna do that #while everyone is still sore and all

Yeah no. I don't think I want to touch this blog or game anymore. Christ alive. I don't feel like I could and still feel right or good. Obviously my feelings take less priority than the feelings of the people impacted but it still.. Auggh.

I genuinely wanted to see the good in this dev team. They brought me joy with this game and the characters. Why the fuck can't people be good?

Ren you did not deserve any of that. My god.

#roblox pressure #I legitimately couldn't make it through that doc I almost gagged #I genuinely hope Ren heals after all of this.#I really hope I don't come off like I'm centering my feelings on this. I'm mostly thinking abt what happened and all.#I've got a lot of feeligns and mine don't matter here. pls DO NOT PRIORITIZE MY FEELINGS ON THIS.#PLEASE. SUPPORT THE VICTIM #okay sorry. that might've been my OCD talking

Seems something's curious about you...

#roblox pressure #(long time no see. might rework the blog)#(I saw a trailer and got hit with this idea)#(dunno how far I'll take it but. yk. might as well shoot my shot)#(BEASTIE IS HERE!)

(hmf. uh. I haven't been super attached to the narrative so I may just rework this into a critter painter askblog erm)

(If I go thru with this does anyone want the original url)

#ooc #feel kinda guilty keeping the original url if its not even true anymore #not sure if ill commit to that decision but #just in case

(Happy lockdown day have a retake on my monster pAInter for the occasion)

#roblox pressure #(thinking he trails a shit ton of ink and shit wherever he goes)#(terrible stealth fr)#ooc #(not sure if ill pick up the blog again but i was struck with a vivid image so have this)

Happy lockdown day or w/e I don't have anything fancy

#roblox pressure

Hellooooo, welcome back. Forgot I existed on a blog, too, until you posted

(honestly I haven't had asks or motive for pressure for some reason so. convenient ask drought.)

#ask #(worst case scenario i just go into hibernation for a few months)#(been working on other stuff in the background. wrote 100k words in a few months)

(I forgor this blog exists hi)

HI HELLO HI PAINTY

Can I call you that-?

#roblox pressure #ask #(forgive me if this is messy im running on 6 hours of sleep and have been crunching out a story in the bg)

dailypainterpressure

go my eeper

daayyyy 62 THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL WHAT THE HELL.

#(who let this man be eepy)#copy and paste #ooc

ask-painter

He's silent for a moment, fighting back a wave of nausea. There's the thought he belongs down here. That he was locked away. Always a monster. He covers his head with his hands. Does he still have those? He doesn't want to know.

"I'm so tired." It's not what he expects to say, but it comes out. "I don't even want to look at myself. I don't... I don't want my outsides to match my insides."

the-expendable

Kari fell silent for a long moment, not moving, not speaking, just — watching. “We could get to the water.” She mumbled finally. “Or I.. I could try to find some kind of bucket. Get water for you while you wait here.” Not like that was a good idea, considering what had just happened.. but she threw it out there anyways.

“It’s just.. blood now. Probably. I don’t think that.. human blood will hurt Eyefestation. You should be able to wash it away.”

ask-painter

"Okay." He sighs softly. He lays there, still as a statue. His eyes fall on the ground, a soft whining noise crawling out of his throat. For a few moments he's there, just still, not making a single noise. "I don't... I don't know if I even want to move. I just... I'm sorry. Don't go."

pAInter just lays there. "I'm... I'm scared of both ideas. Of looking at myself and seeing a monster or---or not. What does it mean if it's... If I'm not..."

the-expendable

Kari blinked slowly, gaze turning sympathetic soon enough. She didn’t move close yet however, not exactly wishing to get any of the crimson staining her clothing. Or her hands, for that matter. She hesitated, going to speak again.

“You aren’t a monster.” She tried to assure gently. “I’m looking at you right now, and I just see someone who did what they had to do.”

She swallowed thickly, going to fold her hands into her lap.

“If you didn’t do that, I’d be the one dead on the floor right now. I can come back, but that doesn’t.. it isn’t like they knew that. They thought I’d be dead for good.”

ask-painter

"I know." It wasn't exactly what he meant. What did it mean if he could do this when he was 'normal'? A soft whine escapes him as he struggles to his feet.

Oh god.

He did this normal.

He fights back a wave of awful nausea. A soft heave escapes him and he massages the top of his head. "Did you see any water?" He doesn't want to think about how much of himself is coated in gore.

the-expendable

Kari squinted a bit, looking towards the door ahead. “I think there’s some in the next room. One of those flooded rooms.” Which, speaking of water.. she would likely be better off trying to clean the fresh wound she’d obtained from the knife. The idea of the salt water making contact with it made her grimace.

Slowly, she pushed herself upright, making a point to not look towards the corpse.

“We can go there together, if you want?” Hell, At this point, sticking together was the better thing to do after what happened when they’d last split up.

ask-painter

He nods meekly, going ahead of her. "We can go, I guess." Every step feels shuddery, like he'll fall if he miscalculates. "How deep is it? I don't think I'm light enough to swim." Maybe he's thinking of his monstrous proportions, sure, but it's not exactly normal for a machine to swim either.

All he has to do is dip his hands in. Hopefully he doesn't fall or anything. Oh. Oh SHIT. How does he get across there then when they leave? Ask Sebastian to hold him up or something?

the-expendable

Kari went to follow right after him, one hand held to her arm in an attempt to assist in stopping the bleeding. It wasn’t a deep cut luckily.. just enough to cause a clean line. Nothing terrible.

Once they had gotten to the water, she leaned against the wall, watching with a small hint of anxiousness. “Probably pretty deep. Um - I’d offer to check, but I don’t know if I can get myself back up.” A wing was lazily lifted, a sluggish motion. “I’d probably sink as much as you would.”

ask-painter

"I guess, yeah." He kneels down next to the water, debating splashing it all over face. He does his best not to meet his own reflection in the water. Stupidly, he dips his head in, nearly loses balance, and flails back to dry land.

"Eck! Uh. Well. I don't know how deep it is." He goes back to splashing himself stupidly.

the-expendable

Kari had yet to approach him, just waiting for him to finish up before trying to bother with cleaning her own injury. Or.. ugh. Maybe she’d be better off asking Sebastian if he had a medkit. She looked to her hand briefly. At the very least.. she’d have to wash the blood off her claws from where she had struck out at the expendable.

She lifted her head when seeing the motion, blinking a handful of times. “Blame Urbanshade for making it hard for me to get around water, I guess.” She snorted. “That’s.. concerning for progressing further, actually.”

ask-painter

A tiny huff escapes him and he sits next to the water, shivering a little. It was terribly cold, especially in comparison to the site around them. He mumbles incoherent complaints at that.

"It is. I mean... Sebastian probably gets around somehow. It'd be exhausting to trek the whole site each time." Speaking of, he probably was moving around by now. Assuming he wasn't taking a moment to make sure pAInter hadn't gotten himself killed.

"So hopefully there's another way?"

the-expendable

Kari peered down to the water, pressing her lips into a thin line. Hopefully there would be another way, considering.. well, everything with their whole situation. At one point, traversing the water would’ve been easy - but like this? Wings like hers weren’t exactly meant to go swimming in the water with.

“Time will tell, I guess.” She finally sighed out, picking at a claw with a frown. “How’s getting the.. blood off?”

ask-painter

Oh. That. He'd forgotten about that for a moment. He just shrugs after a bit. "I uhhhh... I guess it's fine?" He looks closely. "Do I look alright now?" He looks over at her and holds his arms out at his sides almost stupidly.

It's almost ridiculous how he's holding himself right now.

#copy and paste #dw take your time haha