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HELLO GIRLS GALS AND OTHER PALS

Welcome to my page! 💛

Apologies for my previous post, I have since been notified by @cut-edit-rewatch (my dear friend) that apparently I owe you all an introduction.

#writing-on-the-wall #deus-ex-machina #peeling-paint #road-that-we-share #the-echoing-voices #made-with-pride #give-me-a-sign #genlosers do rp

heya ;)

how are you doing?

Awww, I appreciate your worry about my well-being! 💖

I'm keeping myself busy, mostly. It's been.. quiet. Really quiet. I'm almost wondering if Showfaall is going to lay me off soon, haha! 😅

But they can't exactly make shows without a designer and a scriptwriter, can they? That's assuming they're planning to make shows at all.. I do hope that the company isn't struggling financially. That would be really bad. 😟

I've watched Obsession, recently! An incredible movie, truly. 💌

..Even Tavin has been quiet lately. God, I hope he's alright..

#genlosers do rp #writing on the wall #give me a sign

Oh. My. GOD!!!! 💥

Miyazaki by Paris Paloma is, perhaps, one of thebest descriptions of what it feels like to be an artist that I've encountered in a while. I adore everything about it: the lyrics, the melody, the instruments, the atmosphere, the relevance to the current climate of the art community! 💖

If you haven't yet heard it, please give it a listen 🫵

#genlosers do rp #writing on the wall

no-boundary-boredom

Alexys was, in short, wandering. In long, she was looking for two things. One, more doors to add to her list - she was on a mission to count every single door (or room, she wasn’t picky) in the facility - and two, to find at least one more sign of life in this place.

Oh, there was a hallway she’d never thought to go down. Why was there music blaring?

Waaaait a minute! Music! Someone was playing music!

Alexys makes her way towards the source of the music. “Hello?? Hellooooo??? Anybody?”

- @resident-techie

[What Alexys hears next is shuffling, then a loud thud, followed by muffled discontent, the blaring music being turned off and, finally, the door opening.]

[A young blond man peeks out of the room. His face is smudged with what looks to be ink, and his glasses balance on the very tip of his nose as if they slid down without him even noticing. The man looks around and, once his gaze settles on Alexys, smiles excitedly.]

"Oh! Hello, darling. Sorry for the loud music, I didn't suppose that anybody would be wandering the halls at this hour.. I haven't seen you around here before, have I? Are you new?"

resident-techie

[Alexys blinks at him, surprised to see that this is a real, actual human being and not just another drone or hallucination figment of her imagination.]

“You’re alright, I’m always wandering. I um. I’m not exactly new, I’m just not really needed. I’m Alexys, My dad- I’m one of the techies.”

[Alexys wanted to mention how one of her dads was a techie, but then she realized her dads may not. exist. so. She straightens, holding a hand out for this dude to shake.]

“You are?”

no-boundary-boredom

[Artie nods and then fully steps out of his room. He shakes her hand firmly, grinning.]

"You may call me Artie! Artie the Artist. It's funny how my role aligned with my name, isn't it? I'm the writer and designer of most of the shows on here, I write the scripts, make designs, sometimes help out with other things here and there. It's lovely to meet the one who has to deal with my insane ideas on a day-to-day basis."

[He chuckles and retracts his hand.]

"Oh, since you're not doing anything, would you like to hang out in my room? I always work better when I have somebody to bounce ideas off of. You don't have to, of course! It's just an offer."

[Artie stepped to the side, letting Alexys see into his room, which seemed to double as his office. It was.. very bright, that's for sure, with a ton of different decorations. Notes and drawings spread all over the walls, and, partially, the floor. There was an office table, a chair, a bed, a bean bag, and a giant plushie of a porcupine with the body of an alpaca. Like, 3 meters tall.]

resident-techie

“Ah, so you’re the guy. I’ve heard about you from…others in the past. And I’d love to come in. It’s so refreshing to see a face that isn’t a robot.”

[Alexys walks in, taking in all the bright colors and the drawings, making sure not to step on the ones on the floor.]

“Showfall gave you a room? That’s cool. I like your decorations.” [Alexys smiles, petting the porcupine.] “This guy is cute too. He got a name?”

no-boundary-boredom

[Artie followed suit and closed the door behind himself, but didn't lock it. Never locks it. As Alexys looked around, he just sort of stalled in the entrance. Ugh, he should really keep his room in better shape, just in case somebody does stumble in.. Artie's gaze trailed downwards, to his own hands, and he blinked in alarm, seeing the rolled-up sleeve and small notes, scribbled on his forearm. He quickly tugged his sleeve down, playing it off as just fixing his appearance. Nothing suspicious here!]

"Are you referring to the drones? Hmm- I don't think that they're robots, necessarily? At least they don't feel like machines when I talked to them.. Oh well, that's besides the point."

[The Artist shrugged and finally stepped forward himself, settling down on the edge of his spinny office chair.]

"Mhm! All artists, creative directors and whatnot need an office, don't they? Plus a place to sleep is pretty vital. And thank you! Most of it was actually gifted by the a- by the viewers."

[He grinned at Alexys mentioning the giant toy. God, he loved this creature and whoever gifted it so much, it's a little absurd just how much happiness just having it in his space gave him, really.]

"Ah yes, the creature! The one who gifted it to me called it 'the porcupaca', and I just stuck with that. But.. I suppose that's more of a name of its kind, than its own name.. Why, do you have any ideas?"

resident-techie

“Porcupaca sounds like a fusion for a porcupine and an alpaca. I don’t have any good names, though. I’m not very good at names.” [Alexys continues to look around the room.]

“It’s very…uh. maximalist in here. You must be good at keeping yourself busy, huh. Since you’re pretty much out of a job.” [She remarks.]

no-boundary-boredom

"Out of a job? Why would I be out of a job? I'm doing just fine, still working on the projects as usual, sending in ideas, working on developing my artistic skills.. oh! Here, take a look at this!"

[Artie shuffled through the small stack of papers which he was preparing and sorting specifically to send up to the higher-ups for review, eventually pulling out a paper with some of the more cleaned up concept art.]

"The idea is a sort of a subversion of the typical teenage girl finds a magic world where she's the hero trope. The main character finds this magical world where she gets to live out all of her dreams, except this fantasy world also turns out to be orchestrated by her real-life abuser through a number of magical artifacts and emotional manipulation, and the more we get into the show, the more cracks start to show. This world is, in fact, used to instill even more fear and control into the main character until, in the end, she ends up breaking out of any and all chains, only to kill her abuser and be taken to jail for her actions, the fantastical world forever out of her reach."

[Artie looks.. genuinely excited about his idea. Now that Alexys has seen the characters, they can spot some of them repeating on the other papers.]

#genlosers do rp #writing on the wall #alexys #road that we share

How listening to the album "Lonely Magic" by Rebecca Sugar makes me feel 🤩

Genuinely, this is an absolutely amazing album which I feel represents my feelings towards being an artist perfectly, as well as capturing some extra personal struggles and emotions. Please, please listen to it if you haven't already!

(P. S. My favourite is Love the way it feels💖)

#genlosers do rp #writing on the wall

sexchangedotcom

when i say i want to see that blond man get tortured it's not because i'm attracted to blond men. it's because i believe you should be tortured for being blond

#deus ex machina

no-boundary-boredom

Alexys was, in short, wandering. In long, she was looking for two things. One, more doors to add to her list - she was on a mission to count every single door (or room, she wasn’t picky) in the facility - and two, to find at least one more sign of life in this place.

Oh, there was a hallway she’d never thought to go down. Why was there music blaring?

Waaaait a minute! Music! Someone was playing music!

Alexys makes her way towards the source of the music. “Hello?? Hellooooo??? Anybody?”

- @resident-techie

[What Alexys hears next is shuffling, then a loud thud, followed by muffled discontent, the blaring music being turned off and, finally, the door opening.]

[A young blond man peeks out of the room. His face is smudged with what looks to be ink, and his glasses balance on the very tip of his nose as if they slid down without him even noticing. The man looks around and, once his gaze settles on Alexys, smiles excitedly.]

"Oh! Hello, darling. Sorry for the loud music, I didn't suppose that anybody would be wandering the halls at this hour.. I haven't seen you around here before, have I? Are you new?"

resident-techie

[Alexys blinks at him, surprised to see that this is a real, actual human being and not just another drone or hallucination figment of her imagination.]

“You’re alright, I’m always wandering. I um. I’m not exactly new, I’m just not really needed. I’m Alexys, My dad- I’m one of the techies.”

[Alexys wanted to mention how one of her dads was a techie, but then she realized her dads may not. exist. so. She straightens, holding a hand out for this dude to shake.]

“You are?”

no-boundary-boredom

[Artie nods and then fully steps out of his room. He shakes her hand firmly, grinning.]

"You may call me Artie! Artie the Artist. It's funny how my role aligned with my name, isn't it? I'm the writer and designer of most of the shows on here, I write the scripts, make designs, sometimes help out with other things here and there. It's lovely to meet the one who has to deal with my insane ideas on a day-to-day basis."

[He chuckles and retracts his hand.]

"Oh, since you're not doing anything, would you like to hang out in my room? I always work better when I have somebody to bounce ideas off of. You don't have to, of course! It's just an offer."

[Artie stepped to the side, letting Alexys see into his room, which seemed to double as his office. It was.. very bright, that's for sure, with a ton of different decorations. Notes and drawings spread all over the walls, and, partially, the floor. There was an office table, a chair, a bed, a bean bag, and a giant plushie of a porcupine with the body of an alpaca. Like, 3 meters tall.]

resident-techie

“Ah, so you’re the guy. I’ve heard about you from…others in the past. And I’d love to come in. It’s so refreshing to see a face that isn’t a robot.”

[Alexys walks in, taking in all the bright colors and the drawings, making sure not to step on the ones on the floor.]

“Showfall gave you a room? That’s cool. I like your decorations.” [Alexys smiles, petting the porcupine.] “This guy is cute too. He got a name?”

no-boundary-boredom

[Artie followed suit and closed the door behind himself, but didn't lock it. Never locks it. As Alexys looked around, he just sort of stalled in the entrance. Ugh, he should really keep his room in better shape, just in case somebody does stumble in.. Artie's gaze trailed downwards, to his own hands, and he blinked in alarm, seeing the rolled-up sleeve and small notes, scribbled on his forearm. He quickly tugged his sleeve down, playing it off as just fixing his appearance. Nothing suspicious here!]

"Are you referring to the drones? Hmm- I don't think that they're robots, necessarily? At least they don't feel like machines when I talked to them.. Oh well, that's besides the point."

[The Artist shrugged and finally stepped forward himself, settling down on the edge of his spinny office chair.]

"Mhm! All artists, creative directors and whatnot need an office, don't they? Plus a place to sleep is pretty vital. And thank you! Most of it was actually gifted by the a- by the viewers."

[He grinned at Alexys mentioning the giant toy. God, he loved this creature and whoever gifted it so much, it's a little absurd just how much happiness just having it in his space gave him, really.]

"Ah yes, the creature! The one who gifted it to me called it 'the porcupaca', and I just stuck with that. But.. I suppose that's more of a name of its kind, than its own name.. Why, do you have any ideas?"

#genlosers do rp #writing on the wall #road that we share #alexys

snailifier

not snail-themed, I know, but important-

live. live, live, live, live... don't just "don't die"; live! steal little bits of joy for yourself even if you feel like you don't deserve them. live. don't stop fighting, ever. it's worth it. live. get a treat today (bonus points if it's snail themed). live.

peachdoxie

I love characters who are extremely hypercompetent and simultaneously massive losers

#Kara #Artie #deus ex machina

no-boundary-boredom

Alexys was, in short, wandering. In long, she was looking for two things. One, more doors to add to her list - she was on a mission to count every single door (or room, she wasn’t picky) in the facility - and two, to find at least one more sign of life in this place.

Oh, there was a hallway she’d never thought to go down. Why was there music blaring?

Waaaait a minute! Music! Someone was playing music!

Alexys makes her way towards the source of the music. “Hello?? Hellooooo??? Anybody?”

- @resident-techie

[What Alexys hears next is shuffling, then a loud thud, followed by muffled discontent, the blaring music being turned off and, finally, the door opening.]

[A young blond man peeks out of the room. His face is smudged with what looks to be ink, and his glasses balance on the very tip of his nose as if they slid down without him even noticing. The man looks around and, once his gaze settles on Alexys, smiles excitedly.]

"Oh! Hello, darling. Sorry for the loud music, I didn't suppose that anybody would be wandering the halls at this hour.. I haven't seen you around here before, have I? Are you new?"

resident-techie

[Alexys blinks at him, surprised to see that this is a real, actual human being and not just another drone or hallucination figment of her imagination.]

“You’re alright, I’m always wandering. I um. I’m not exactly new, I’m just not really needed. I’m Alexys, My dad- I’m one of the techies.”

[Alexys wanted to mention how one of her dads was a techie, but then she realized her dads may not. exist. so. She straightens, holding a hand out for this dude to shake.]

“You are?”

no-boundary-boredom

[Artie nods and then fully steps out of his room. He shakes her hand firmly, grinning.]

"You may call me Artie! Artie the Artist. It's funny how my role aligned with my name, isn't it? I'm the writer and designer of most of the shows on here, I write the scripts, make designs, sometimes help out with other things here and there. It's lovely to meet the one who has to deal with my insane ideas on a day-to-day basis."

[He chuckles and retracts his hand.]

"Oh, since you're not doing anything, would you like to hang out in my room? I always work better when I have somebody to bounce ideas off of. You don't have to, of course! It's just an offer."

[Artie stepped to the side, letting Alexys see into his room, which seemed to double as his office. It was.. very bright, that's for sure, with a ton of different decorations. Notes and drawings spread all over the walls, and, partially, the floor. There was an office table, a chair, a bed, a bean bag, and a giant plushie of a porcupine with the body of an alpaca. Like, 3 meters tall.]

#genlosers do rp #writing on the wall #road that we share #the echoing voices

Alexys was, in short, wandering. In long, she was looking for two things. One, more doors to add to her list - she was on a mission to count every single door (or room, she wasn’t picky) in the facility - and two, to find at least one more sign of life in this place.

Oh, there was a hallway she’d never thought to go down. Why was there music blaring?

Waaaait a minute! Music! Someone was playing music!

Alexys makes her way towards the source of the music. “Hello?? Hellooooo??? Anybody?”

- @resident-techie

[What Alexys hears next is shuffling, then a loud thud, followed by muffled discontent, the blaring music being turned off and, finally, the door opening.]

[A young blond man peeks out of the room. His face is smudged with what looks to be ink, and his glasses balance on the very tip of his nose as if they slid down without him even noticing. The man looks around and, once his gaze settles on Alexys, smiles excitedly.]

"Oh! Hello, darling. Sorry for the loud music, I didn't suppose that anybody would be wandering the halls at this hour.. I haven't seen you around here before, have I? Are you new?"

#genlosers do rp #writing on the wall #road that we share #Alexys

There's something alluring about how empty our company mall has been lately. For example, the fact that I can play loud music without bothering anybody! 🔥

A recent go-to of mine 🎪

#genlosers do rp #writing on the wall #Spotify

starcut-sand

loveeee characters who think they're likable but not lovable. characters who know they have surface-level admirable or alluring traits and so make sure to highlight those traits so that nobody looks closer to see what's underneath. characters who know they're hot or clever or cool and use that as a suit of armor so that no one ever gets close to them, because when they strip bare and show their vulnerability they're not any of those things, which means they have nothing left to make up for who they inherently are

#deus ex machina #but. Artie

I find it absolutely fascinating how fandom has affected artists in the later years. More and more lately I have been seeing artists promoting their creations specifically with fandom in mind. For example, those short videos titled something along the lines of "If your character is xyz, my song would be perfect for them".

I find fandom beautiful, just like any other community based on art and passion, but you cannot deny that it has had quite a negative effect on a lot of artists, especially new ones. In general, commercialisation of art is a topic I can talk about endlessly, but this is a new type of it that I've been seeing appear in front of my eyes.

A message to all artists: Please do not simplify your art for the sake of making it more marketable, especially if you're only working for yourself. Fame might feel amazing, but I can assure you that you will feel far better achieving less success with your own ideas, characters, experiences rather than with ones twisted and mutilated, made to fit into the box.

#genlosers do rp #writing on the wall

taffywabbit

hey I noticed you seem to be having a really awful time of things lately. yeah just a completely dogshit kinda day, been cursing the world and your existence and stuff a lot more than usual. have you tried looking at pictures of really tiny itty bitty little bunnies about it? it probably won't solve your problems, but at least you will be able to face said problems while there's an image of a really tiny itty bitty little bunny in your mind, and in my experience that's still pretty good tbh

taffywabbit

here are a few from my collection to get you started. carry them with you in your heart and mind and let them empower you with their really tiny itty bitty littleness. I hope they help