hi, I'm logic, I go by logic.png, this is just a blog where I reblog my stuff, ramble in the tags, and occasionally ramble in posts (#logic.txt). more about me here!
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primarily I draw stuff:
@logicpng - main artblog, majority of it is fanart, with occasional OCs sprinkled on top. Currently also working on a personal project - CaelOS
past projects (rip, just kept for archive purposes):
@urbanbeat - just shapes and beats au but everyone is anthro and live in a city
@kaktusgarten - omega flowey (Undertale) ask blog. there was an au involved too but I lost the plot there
This is not an extensive list of types of delusions, these are only a few common types of delusions, there are other less common types of delusions which are not mentioned in this comic
white supremacists one day decided to frame woke as a bad thing and use it as a perjorative and y’all just immediately went along with it posing absolutely no resistance now i gotta hear ppl say “it’s not woke to be antiracist”
i was on here in 2015 when the michael brown ferguson uprisings were happening and i remember as a 14 year old in all my rage i completely changed my blog to focus exclusively on the protests and i remember using the hashtag stay woke and knowing what it meant even then and its crazy to see how 10 years later all it took was a bunch of nazis on fox news and inflammatory engagement bait twitter bots for your average liberal to adopt this whitewashed interpretation of the term
and if we really wanna go there i could talk about how yall doing this shit time and time again especially with terminology originating from the Black community that has historically been used to describe the various systems of oppressive violence we have been subjected to operates as a sort of collective gaslighting effort that genuinely makes me and other black folks feel like we're going insane all the fucking time. like genuinely think about how disturbing it is that so many words which for the longest time have held very specific significances to this particular community can just in the blink of an eye be bastardized and made essentially unusable in its original context just bc yall say so. yall force(d) this language into our mouths under threat of the most unimaginable violence and when we put our own spin on it, infuse our own localized dialects and slang, you reach into our mouths and pull the word from our throats and take it for yourself and turn it into something so ugly and despicable and utterly unrecognizable. if i really wanted to go there i could say that y'all do this shit for fun and revel in distressing black folks through the evisceration of our lexicon. i truly think y'all get a fucking kick out of this and i want yall to kill the ironypilled colonizer in your head that finds this shit so easy and even enjoyable to do
okay... i've decided to write the "pitch" for the detective triangle comic as a whole
i've looked at how long it's taken me to make just one part of it (it's been 4 damn years 😐), and i realized that by the time i get to the "awesomesauce" parts of the story, i will have lost all the good will people have for my stuff.
it would be that much cooler to reveal everything gradually, but well... i don't think it's feasible, without testing the readers' patience.
so, if you're interested in what's in store for the comic in the future, you can take a look at the premise written below. if not - you can skip this post
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in the beginning, our dear Brewster Bankroft solves local cases, but with each chapter something else begins happening in the background: something eerie that makes him curious and a bit unsettled.
Bankroft encounters shady individuals on the streets of sleepy towns, experiences weird occurences seemingly tied to secret agencies, and sees... robots? his boss tries to make sure that Bankroft doesn't get into trouble: as an ex-CIA agent, he feels that something's off, and he doesn't want to cross paths with those "fellas" - learning their secrets wouldn't end well for either of them.
it's too bad that Bankroft loves secrets! he's not a detective for nothing - solving mysteries is his bread and butter. he does stand back, if the boss insists he does... but if no one is there to stop him to peek behind the curtains... he'll do so just a little bit.
and nothing too out of the ordinary happens, until he meets Garner. their cases overlap, as they search for the same perpetrator for different reasons: Bankroft looks for a man who rampaged through a little town, and Garner looks for someone who might hold a clue to his "broken arrow" case.
(below are heavy spoilers for the story):
at first, Bankroft has fun messing around with a "super secret agent", while also wondering if he could learn more about Garner's "super secret" mission... not too much, of course. he wouldn't want to get entangled in something too exciting!
he finds a bizarre box filled with electronics, which somehow "summons" the perpetrator - the white-haired man with stitches going across his body... the man, who his friend Dominic swore came back from the dead in front of his eyes. huh. well, Bankroft needs to bring this man to justice, so he goes after him, even if Garner insists he stays back.
an adrenaline-filled chase ensues, but both Bankroft and Garner eventually lose him, as the suspicious man jumps 30 feet in the air to latch onto a helitanker and fly away... sadly, Bankroft doesn't possess similarly inhuman abilities, so he has to reluctantly stop the pursuit. Garner doesn't stop however, and the laws of physics eventually catch up with him - he falls into the river and nearly drowns.
Bankroft helps him out, but that doesn't earn Garner's trust, because... who the hell is this guy? is he really just some private eye or is he a spy? no one in their right mind would treat him like Bankroft has, what gives?
Garner's wariness is motivated by years of stress, anxiety and self-inflicted isolation that helped him burn almost all bridges, except for his acquaintances that have to tolerate him in order to bring the "broken arrow" back.
it all comes back to that case, so, what is it about?
it all started innocuously enough: the country needed a new type of weapon, which could operate discreetly and autonomously in the heart of an enemy state - an intelligent atomic bomb. did i say innocuously? what i meant was the opposite. they've made a bomb-robot and put a human mind into it to make it autonomous. yuuuup.
and a few years ago this weapon went missing: an explosion at the rocket fuel factory, which had a secret research facilitiy beneath it, destroyed everything in sight, and the robot vanished, as well.
all the staff that was knowledgeable about the project was to be gathered in one place, so that the information about the craziest "broken arrow" incident would be kept under wraps. everyone, including the investigation team, was put one plane and flown to the CIA headquarters, which was a fool-proof plan, until it wasn't. on the way, the plane suffered a critical failure and crashed, killing every passenger on board...
if nothing had been done, then the investigation would have died right then and there. but when you have the technology to transfer a human mind into another state of being... why not use it? and the only person who was still alive enough to be "revived" was... the one and only Rashied Garner.
he isn't too happy about... any of this. he suffers from amnesia, he can't feel his body, he can't enjoy much of anything anymore. he is a dead man walking, and yet he can't be let go, because of how important he is to this case. he is their only hope, yet as the years pass, he doesn't seem to be getting any closer to solving it.
the thing that haunts him the most, is that his son was among the casualties, yet he "was the one to live". if you could call that living...
he can't find relief in anything, besides the investigation, but even then he feels useless: the only thing he can recall clearly is the plane crash, which he relives over and over and over in order to remember something, which would advance the investigation.
in that miserable state, he stumbles onto Bankroft, who lifts his spirits up somewhat. he becomes the only bright spot in the never-ending darkness that he ended up in. Bankroft may be irritating at times, but his kindness and boundless love for Garner overwhelms his dull senses.
he fears that Bankroft will eventually learn about "what" he really is, and tries to make him leave pre-emptively, ending their relationship on a bad note, which "could be much worse" otherwise... but he doesn't have the strength to let go, and Bankroft isn't in a hurry to go either. at some point, Garner gives in and embraces his partner, as he realizes that there's no point in tormenting Bankroft... and there hasn't been since the beginning, but alright. it's a start.
that bliss doesn't last long: something happens to Bankroft's boss, which negatively impacts Bankroft, too. and this "something" might be connected to Garner - he can't justify being near Bankroft anymore, and he finally fully cuts ties with the poor fellow.
Bankroft won't accept that, though! he needs to know what happened! this will be his last case before the retirement, god dammit... he embarks on a journey, which will lead him to discovering the secret, that will leave the entire nation in shock..!
The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.
It’s recently been found that even hive insects rest. Bees will play with colorful toys. Ants sleep for about 1 minute but they do it so frequently it amounts to a few hours per day. Even trees take breaks.
The only things that work without rest are machines; literally everything that lives requires rest.
EVERYTHING THAT LIVES REQUIRES REST. STOP JUDGING YOURSELF FOR NOT BEING A ROBOT.
robots require very frequent breaks! welding machines generally have it programmed in that they can’t run so long they melt themselves. ive overseen two different manufacturing robots now and each of them were fragile, finicky idiots that require constant maintenance and repair. they pause in between moves, in between jobs. you’re always keeping an eye on programming errors, on coolant levels, on heat. you’re always pulling bits of scrap out of joints, sweeping up debris, washing off nozzles and untangling hoses. and even then it snaps a chain and takes a whole morning’s vacation.
if i could give one piece of advice to newly transitioning trans men, it's that it's 100% possible to find a community of people (including women!) who don't treat you as a threat, and the people trying to convince you otherwise are not your friends
let it go my friend... i say this as a fat "ugly" dyke. your body is the vehicle w which you move in the world, give love, receive love, make things, SEE things, KNOW things. that's all that matters. beauty and ugliness are marketing scams esp for women. LIVE and FUCK THE WORLD it's not easy to get there but it's so sweet. ppl will love you fat and "ugly" i swear on god.
this is like a religious text to me and i'm not joking even a little
It's wild to watch the phrase "tumblr sexyman" morph into "man that tumblr thinks is sexy," because when I first saw the phrase come into use, I always saw it used in reference to the phenomenon of "when presented with a wide array of fictional characters, tumblr will always pick the skinny white man to obsess over, and if the fan-favorite character has no canonical human appearance, the fandom will inevitably create a popular fanon of the character as as a skinny white man."
When I hear "tumblr sexyman," I think of Cecil Night Vale being constantly depicted as a skinny white man instead of literally anything else. I think of the background character white men who get elevated over protagonists that are women, people of color, or otherwise not the white man power fantasy.
"Tumblr sexyman" is, like. An insult. I DON'T want any of my blorbos to win a "tumblr sexyman" poll. "Tumblr sexyman" is the exact opposite of what I want my own OCs to be. If any of my characters ever get called "tumblr sexyman," I will have to immediately re-evaluate myself and the art I'm making.
if i could give one piece of advice to newly transitioning trans men, it's that it's 100% possible to find a community of people (including women!) who don't treat you as a threat, and the people trying to convince you otherwise are not your friends
