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lately I've been stuck in a loop like

"I miss drawing the clown" [remembers I signed up to do a couple of unrelated pieces for something] "NEVERMIND I HAVE TO LOCK IN"

I have so many projects I'm excited for but I have neither great focus nor am I fast. I put too many irons in the fire

#personal

The only personality test that is Real and True and 100% Reliable and Replicable is what marble you choose in Kororinpa: Marble Mania

#silly zone #I like the Car Crunch marble.

I really like stories where Love puts in the work to be Enough. Not necessarily romantic love, but like...genuinely meeting people and making real connections for the first time in a long time, finding friends that reach their hands out to you and even if you butt heads with them occasionally you can always work through it together. Escaping isolation and rewiring a once-bleak outlook and being loved enough that you start seeing a world worth loving back. I'm a sucker for that kinda thing

#not so silly zone #The connection and the work is so important. a lot of stories just kinda sideline it and expect things to shake out okay #but you have to put in the effort. it is necessary. it's so necessary #otherwise it ends up hollow. and that makes me Sad #romantic love isn't excluded from this either! I just want to clarify that it's about the hope and shift in worldview too

Not the point of the book, but if you put NiGHTS in the house on Ash Tree Lane they would almost certainly die in the lowest depths of that black labyrinth, they're only making it out if someone comes back for them

#in my drafts for a while. again it's not the point of the book but it is interesting to explore #like. what despair does to a person. the way they draw their own lines and self-destruct #...and lowkey also the fantasy of being able to save someone. I've watched a lot of people destroy themselves.#this was originally tagged silly zone but it got not so silly #not so silly zone #I have more thoughts on this but honestly it might just be easier to write. maybe. which will still be very hard to do

People say you can't read in your dreams and to an extent yeah dreaming is a state in which the mind organizes its jumbles of memory and hand-waves away, y'know, "narrative" inconsistencies. You're not really "reading" so much as playing back memories of reading. that said. I have frequently read things in dreams. Not books, short passages at most. nothing that would break a dream, y'know?

but in the winter of 2025, early in the year, I was having a dream about working my hellish old gas station job, and then driving back from it, and stopping at an entirely different gas station, where I pulled out my phone and checked social media and I was scrolling through posts about a certain Front-Page Obituary. it was like a prophecy

#personal #that all being said. if I work in my dreams I should at LEAST get paid for it.#but no yeah I frequently end up Reading™️ in my dreams and it's always funny

crossposting from my bsky because it's honestly very important to me to say this

wild to see someone insisting people should draw more michael jackson crossover fanart

I was groomed as a child. I was lucky my parents intervened before I got hurt.

so. listen to me. listen. I do not care if the music was good or if the dancing was iconic or whatever you're about to say. we are NOT rehabilitating a pedophile's image.

please have higher standards.

#grooming mention

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If I ever am patient enough to lock in on 2D animation or really properly learn 3D modeling/animation I'm gonna have to make the fucking Silent Hill: NiGHTS Edition otherworld transition that keeps playing out in my mind

Sunlight filters through the leaves, painting the forest's floor with dappled golds. Clear-cut paths meander through vibrantly blooming undergrowth, landmarked by well-loved trinkets and warm memories. A sweet breeze drifts in the air, filled with fluttering wings and cheerful birdsong. Then the wind dies, and with it the forest falls silent. The light dims, swallowed by starless ink. The trees crunch and crack as they bend beyond their limits, their bark like twisted metal, foliage the color of red meat, running down into the soil until the whole forest bleeds. A cacophonous noise rings out, shrieks of anguish and despair echoing in every direction and layering endlessly. Something massive strikes the ground with a resounding "thud," again and again, swiftly increasing in pace, some sort of wicked beast, no, is there more than one? Through growing fear you try to shake off your indecision, staggering as you pick a direction and run as fast as you can. The path ahead winds and winds and winds and then finally unwinds, disappearing entirely into rotting overgrowth. Wicked thorns pull at your legs, valuable seconds wasted in the struggle. You can hear the panting as the pack gets closer. And there is nowhere left to run.

anyways. you see my vision :]

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the description of the noise layering is a little inspired by this one time when I passed out at work for a few seconds and my coworker had to catch me and when I woke up every noise that had happened in the few seconds while I was out had apparently queued up to play all at the same time and it was altogether a very disorientating experience

#I was okay! no one worry #self reblog

If I ever am patient enough to lock in on 2D animation or really properly learn 3D modeling/animation I'm gonna have to make the fucking Silent Hill: NiGHTS Edition otherworld transition that keeps playing out in my mind

Sunlight filters through the leaves, painting the forest's floor with dappled golds. Clear-cut paths meander through vibrantly blooming undergrowth, landmarked by well-loved trinkets and warm memories. A sweet breeze drifts in the air, filled with fluttering wings and cheerful birdsong. Then the wind dies, and with it the forest falls silent. The light dims, swallowed by starless ink. The trees crunch and crack as they bend beyond their limits, their bark like twisted metal, foliage the color of red meat, running down into the soil until the whole forest bleeds. A cacophonous noise rings out, shrieks of anguish and despair echoing in every direction and layering endlessly. Something massive strikes the ground with a resounding "thud," again and again, swiftly increasing in pace, some sort of wicked beast, no, is there more than one? Through growing fear you try to shake off your indecision, staggering as you pick a direction and run as fast as you can. The path ahead winds and winds and winds and then finally unwinds, disappearing entirely into rotting overgrowth. Wicked thorns pull at your legs, valuable seconds wasted in the struggle. You can hear the panting as the pack gets closer. And there is nowhere left to run.

anyways. you see my vision :]

#nights into dreams #snippet #I don't write much so don't expect a lot from me haha. one day though...I'm working on it.

i'm thinking while lesser nightmaren are created from general negativity of dreamers, the greater nightmaren such as gillwing require some cherry picking to create

though i would like to hear your ideas on the nightmaren creation process

So I've actually already gone over this a little bit, like this post here for instance, on the idea that nightmaren are also made of ideya like nightopians. This has some supporting basis in canon;

according to JoD, the third-levels are made of light, the same way nightopians are,

from a post on the official English site, nightopians, apparently incapable of intelligent thought, can see into visitor's hearts and "recreate the happy world [...] hidden deep inside,"

in the very same post it claims they are born when ideya collide,

also in the same post, ideya are described as balls of light

So, yeah, with all of that in mind I do agree that the third-level nightmaren are born the same way. Nightopians represent simple joy, so the third-levels as their inverse would represent negative emotions. Together they represent a push-and-pull sort of balance. Nightopia is the reflection of the heart, after all.

Second-levels and first-levels are more likely constructed - designed specifically to drown out a visitor's Nightopia. I don't think they necessarily are made to represent any specific visitor's fears but that they're more like...typecast, they're made to play specific roles. They're designed to find a weakness and take advantage.

I haven't quite polished up the full post, but I've been thinking about posting my interpretations of the boss-maren, their arenas, and what they represent in the story overall. Aside from Reala we don't get a lot of development on their characters, but there's still some information to glean. Maybe I'll finish that up someday.

This post on the other hand is purely headcanon, I was having fun. I haven't quite settled on a visual design for it yet, but it has changed a little since I made the original post...still imagining the i-core layer would shine, but that it's almost nacreous too in how the colors layer, and the "nightmare sludge" layer I still haven't named properly has a faint glow, something visually akin to the accretion disc of a black hole. I'll get around to drawing this one day lmao

As another personal headcanon; Previously I've called Nightopia and Nightmare "two sides of the same coin." I've changed my mind. What if it was a spiral.

#nights into dreams #thefallen16 #ask #headcanon