Who do you really save with your sacrifice?
Your sister. And…your mother…
THANKS FOR SPELLING OUT THE ENDING RIGHT. THERE. SANDFALL. OMG.
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Who do you really save with your sacrifice?
Your sister. And…your mother…
THANKS FOR SPELLING OUT THE ENDING RIGHT. THERE. SANDFALL. OMG.
guys who's ready for perfectly even february in a week
Hey so. Remember that time Alicia and Renoir are fighting about the canvas and Renoir says “For the sake of the living, we must part with the dead,” and VERSO JUST NODS HIS HEAD WITH HIM AT THE SAME TIME IN THE BACKGROUND?
Not me crying in the club over the fact that Alicia’s last moments with Verso and Maelle’s first moments with Painted Verso mirror each other perfectly.
every year i forget how impossible it feels to function when you're cold and under a blanket. u really expect me to be productive right now? to think about things? outside the warmth and safety of my blanket? kind of messed up to be honest
Sciel is some hardcore queen shit.
After she realizes that Verso just essentially deleted her world, she still walks through the barrier which she knows will instantly Gomage her. He just ruined her chances of having her husband back, just made a choice that ends the canvas as a whole, and she still walks to him. She reaches for him, offers him understanding because she knows this isn’t fully what he wants, that it hurts him too. But she pulls away right before they actually touch because she understands but the reality is that he just destroyed everything in her world.
She’s the character that consistently comforts Verso, such as when painted Alicia dies in front of him. There’s multiple more scenes where it’s not a focus point, but you can see her being more attentive to his feelings than the rest.
she straight up tells verso she would sacrifice him in a heartbeat for Pierre (her deceased husband).I love her friendship with Verso, but I literally can not fault a girl for caring for someone but being completely honest that she cares for someone else more. Especially because this is after Verso lied, and she got gomaged.
After defeating the mask keeper, it, in a final ploy, flings masks upon the party to control them. The rest are unable to fight it and are being consumed by the masks representative emotion, but Sciel fights it off after realizing that she has no need of such things because she is unapologetically herself.What a badass bitch. She Uno reverse card this mf because she is the mask. Not to mention the juicy detail of how the axon she specifically defies is the one that represents Verso.
Both possible times she gomages, she closes her eyes and embraces it.
She flirts with both Verso and Gustave but instantly shuts down her flirting when there’s a possibility of Pierre coming back. Loyal queen.
literally her entire backstory regarding Pierre, Esquie, and her baby.
She’s a supportive queen that’ll always be a supportive queen but still keeps her own wit and desires and doesn’t sacrifice those in favor of being the passive nice one.
say what you want about Vash the Stampede but that man sure can skeddadle
Testing out some new brushes and coloring styles on Procreate~
He took 2 vials💀
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If someone is killed, however many years they would have lived is added to the killer’s lifespan. For as long as you can remember, you have been an executioner.
in the time loop the only way out is to leave her there but you don't ever leave her there, never in the roughly one thousand years you have been in the same day. it is probably like "50 first dates" but you haven't stooped so low as to watch "50 first dates" yet. (but who is to say what another thousand years of the same media will bring to you, maybe you will develop a new taste).
you spent about 200 of these years sulking in a bathtub or on the couch or staring at the seaside. 300 of them have been spent slowly mapping the geographical distance you can actually get before the time loop restarts. you have a list of favorite places: one library in Western Massachusetts called "The Bookmill", which has weird hours and has never raised an eyebrow to you arriving out-of-breath and panting, asking to see a specific book on a specific shelf. There is one beach without a name in North Carolina; it is an accident of geography and ownership title disputes - and it is pristine, untouched, warm and cozy. you've taken her on a lot of picnics there. Acadia National Park. One specific birdhouse in the mountains.
you were stuck in the time loop with the money you entered it with: not enough to rent a private jet. you've robbed a bank a few times, you don't like the way it ends. maybe next century you'll get the hang of it. you don't like the look on her face when you say hang on i have to stop at the bank.
you just have to leave her, and you can go back to being a person again. you took 5 years just catching a flight and sitting in the Grand Canyon. if there's one thing you regret more than anything, it's that you hadn't gotten your passport renewed before this fucking time loop. maybe you should spend some time learning forgery - but also, like, you look like an english teacher. nobody is going to be cool about you asking to see their paper printing machines.
the world is very big. that is one of the things groundhog day gets wrong. there are no consequences, so you have literally all the time (or none of the time?) in the world. in groundhog day, he does a lot of very cool things, but in reality - your muscle memory never gets better. you can't necessarily learn how to play piano or sculpt ice, because your hands never remember the practice. but hey - maybe you'll try violin next. drums. synth.
you can open any door and walk into any conversation. money isn't really an object. you can try every meal off every menu, forever. take her on helicopter tours and into every museum and on every event that is happening right-now at-this-moment. parades and funerals and calligraphy classes.
but you are somewhat trapped by the limitations of your body. if you were reading a book, you still need to get up and go back to the library and find that book again when the day resets. (thank god for the internet). it still takes like 2 hours to board a plane, and then takeoff and landing and traffic. you've gotten off to run around on the freeway. one of the little thankful things: since your brain isn't actually developing (it's a muscle too), the days thankfully don't feel shorter to you. that would be agony.
all you have to do to leave the timeloop is let that man get away with it. that's all. in every version of yourself - forever - you have stopped him.
the problem is that this experience has convinced you of the existence of the human soul. after all, how else are you forming memories? your very cells reset. information has to be transferred somehow. and if timeloops are real, you can convince yourself other magic exists. so you have two choices here: this hell, or the next. there might be a millennia where you have been worn down to the point you can accept fate's decision. this is just not one of them. ironically - she is the one thing you have left.
and besides! if you can't always find something new in your partner, aren't you failing them? there is something new about her, every day with the same morning. every brutal day with the same orange sunset.
after all, you wanted to live with her in heaven, in eternity, and, well - isn't this second-best.
I’ve been preparing for a Ye Olde SCA campout this weekend.
My technique in sewing medieval clothes without a paper pattern is a little involved, but I like being able to make a garment and have it fit perfectly the first time I put it on, without having to do a fitting even one time.
How do I do this? Two programs - MakeHuman and Marvelous Designer
- I made a perfect 3D model of myself in MakeHuman by using my measurements and height, following this tutorial
- I imported the creepily perfect 3D model of myself into Marvelous Designer.
- I took medieval patterns from the internet, traced them, and resized them to fit the perfect 3D model of me. Like this t-tunic.
or more complicated clothes:
- Cut out the fabric using the same dimensions, adding a seam allowance
- sew it together (correctly the first time, not wasting fabric)
The first time I made a t-tunic, it went over my head and fit perfectly. I made a t-tunic for my brother using this technique, and he didn’t have to be involved in the process at all except for putting it over his head and it fitting perfectly.
The hard part would be cutting out the fabric for more complicated clothes, but with ancient/custom clothing like this, you’d have to find a way to do that anyway. With this program, you know at least that it’s going to fit your beautiful body, and there’s less chance of wasting expensive linen..
I was actually using this technique to make custom 3D clothing to fit a Skyrim character (a much more difficult and painstaking process), but then realized that the skillset of making 3D model clothes could be applied to real life. And now all I want to do is invent my own weirdly perfect wizard fashion clothes, or even just make custom normal clothes that fit me weirdly perfectly.
This gets attention every so often, and I have one more thing to add:
Around the same time, I did this whole process to make a perfectly-fitting peasant tunic for my brother. This was such an easy process with this method that I was simply able to take his measurements and sew it, and have it fit perfectly the first time without any adjustments or pinning at all.
Anyway, now it’s years later and last week, my sister-in-law just told me that it fits him so well and so comfortably that sometimes he just wears it around the house.
I turned to my brother in surprise at this, but he was only a little sheepish. “It’s the only custom-tailored piece of clothing that I own, so it makes sense that it’s comfortable.”
Though I think he also just likes to feel like a medieval peasant sometimes.
P.S. the best part of using this method is that I can see how a pice of clothing would suit (or not suit) my body before I go to the expense of sewing it. It lets me adjust the clothes to my body before I even start, so I know it will suit me and look good. If I can’t adjust it to look good, I know that I should probably make something else (that is more in my skill level).
"Steve Irwin of Los Espookies" gets me every time.
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Damn inflation
The problem w writing fiction is that you'll be like tee-hee I'm going to write a story about a fucked up little scenario that's got nothing to do with anything in real life, just some pure messed up nonsense, and then you finish it and take a step back and go aw rats I made a metaphor again
I just....I just learned that there's a word in the English language...for when you run into someone to hug them with all the enthusiasm and strength you have....I learned that it's called glomp.
My God, English has so many words to describe physical intimacy, I'm in love