Intro post because my slideblog has one so it'd only be fair
Hi I'm Archie (she/him), I do a lot of mixed art and I write.
AO3
I have a whump sideblog but like u can't have it
My pattern is to be having a lot of active periods, surrounded by months of posting jack shit. In that same vein I change fandoms relatively fast, with some exceptions.
You shift from one foot to the other unsure of how to phrase your next words, "Maybe Sybil is right Tabitha, maybe you should deal with this."
She glares, "Absolutely not. Neither of you can make me do this. know you know how to get us out of here Sybil."
You can feel Sybil's eyes from across the room settle onto you. Her gaze feels heavy and you wonder what she is thinking.
Whatever it is, you aren't doing it.
"Let's get the fuck out of here." you almost tack on an extra 'bro' at the end, but, you manage to catch yourself.
Sybil explains in an even voice how to escape this place, something about 'seeing through the illusion'? You don't fully listen to her, although you're pretty sure one of you is, your mind is dull and tired. Man, you cannot wait to collapse in the decrepid estate bed.
Remnant:
"Y'know Mystic. That thing you said earlier, this isn't us— trying to save everyone, we're just not killing someone over a fucking building."
Book smart:
"But you said— you said it wouldn't happen again."
Mystic:
"So if another opportunity arises, circumstances superficially varied, would you sacrifice one of our own?"
(Mystic) Even if you feel all cards are out in the open now, you still restrain yourself from reiterating the necessity of self sacrifice for your survival. This will all go much easier if your diplomatic relations with the rest of yourself do not fully degrade.
(Mystic) You would not have chosen Book smart to be your companion, if you manage your plans, but, it is a very acceptable outcome.
Remnant:
"Sure, if YOU feel like sacrificing yourself for the greater good next time I won't stop you."
Mystic:
"I doubt fate will align so, but if I must.." would you do it? It spooks you the thought hasn't occured to you, "Either way. It will not be sufficient."
Hot:
"Wow, you're all really doubling down on this.. Let's just. It's not going to happen again, this was just a freak coincidence"
Street smart:
"Don't be stupid. It will happen again, and we won't sacrifice anyone."
(Street smart) Not even Mystic, you want to add, but, you are not that naive.
Before you know it you stumble into the outside, cold air a relief on your skin.
(Book smart) It is only when you finally leave the building that the situation fully catches up with you.
(Book smart) "I almost died.." quietly the words slip past your lips.
The tall teenager says something before leaving, you and your friends gather in a small group, everyone seems to be.. okay at least. Only Stella has secluded herself off to the side.
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• (Hot) "Are you all okay?"
• (Hot) "Is Stella okay?"
• (Mystic) "What was it like being controlled by a ghost?"
• (Street smart & hot) "Where will Oscar and Rosalina sleep now?"
• "I hope you're not angry at me for leaving."
• "Aw man, let's never do that again."
• "What will we do with the library?"
• (Book smart) Mumble it over and over under your breath, you almost died today.
Voting ended onAug 1
NOTICE: I'm on hiatus from now till the 22 see ya!
women are like diamonds: synthetically-produced women are not meaningfully different from naturally-formed women, and anyone trying to tell you otherwise is probably trying to justify keeping their women mines open
In which there is one more ghost related dilemma to solve.
(Mystic) Yesterday you caught something, deep in those dark mines witnessing death. It shone like the setting sun, a glimmer of hope.
That spark turns bitter now as your mind readjusts to the choice made. There's still a chance, you tell yourself, but a guarantee is getting further and further from your sight.
(Remnant) "Wait!" you shout, accidentally loud, "Stop!"
Remnant:
"This feeling, it's the same as with keen eye, book smart, doing this will kill you."
You don't want to lose another part of yourself.
(Hot) "Y-yeah, nevermind we take it back just— continue!"
Mystic:
"You need to learn, you need to sacrifice. You can't save everyone you FOOL."
They sound .. angry.
Hot:
"Haven't we sacrificed enough?"
Street smart:
"I don't like what you're insinuating."
They sound.. threatening.
(Mystic) You're not afraid, there's nothing it can do to hurt you.
(Book smart) You don't know how to handle any of this. Your hands are clasped over your mouth shaking once again. You know they're right, you almost —
Then, the moment ends and the ghost continues it's tirade.
"The sentence has been handed down."
"Make your choice."
Hot:
"Its hardly a choice we're given. The only question is who's taking the fall, us or Tabitha."
Street smart:
"And it won't be us."
But, before you can argue, something truly wonderful happens. There is a click of a latch, and another definite shift in the room. Momentarily the ghost disappears from your sight.
(Mystic) Its still there, you can feel it's slumbering malice.
From the latch appears an older woman, the one you met yesterday morning,
"I hope I didn't come too late." Your savior smiles down at you.
"M—mom?!" Kaneeka startles awake. The others also show signs of retaining control of their functions.
"All of you had better get out of here before the spirit regains composure."
And like that, your friends are gone, and its just you and Tabitha in the basement, and Sybil standing by the way out.
In the middle of the room a bright light shines, the ghost is still there.
"This is certainly a strong one. isn't it?" Sybil comments.
"Don't worry about the others. They're safe.
I got your call. Tabitha, but it was definitely not easy getting down here."
"Get us out of this pit, Sybil!" Your cousin responds.
(Book smart) Yes.. you'd like to go home now.
"Tabitha. I don't think it's wise to leave something like this where anyone could stumble across it."
"Why is that our problem?" She grits her teeth.
"It wants something. doesn't it? And I think you know which of you should volunteer."
"You... you must be joking" Tabitha stutters.
"You're the eldest cousin. You're the one who's actually lived in this town It's only right."
"Absolutely not! We should just leave. I'm not giving in to the demands of some dead guy."
(Street smart) "Well said."
Hot:
"I think for one we should do it—"
Street smart:
"No fucking way."
Hot:
"What if someone else walks into the library, huh? What then? They just get trapped in ghost hell?"
Street smart:
"Then at least we won't be in ghost hell!"
Mystic:
"I for one think this choice is irrelevant."
Street smart:
"I don't want to hear your bullshit. Unless that bullshit explains why you wanted Books to die!"
(Mystic) Suits you. You silence yourself, for now, although you are far too keenly aware you will need further persuasion in the future.
Hot:
"Well, I'm sure Book Smart doesn't want to just leave this ghost either!"
(Book smart) You don't know, you don't know. You should lay the past to rest but you are scared. You don't want to have to do this.
Hot:
"Shit— I'm sorry, are you.. are you okay?"
(Hot) You can feel the disquieting energy coming in swathes off them.
Street smart:
"Welp. I guess that makes this choice the same as always. Take it away Remnant!"
what to do next?
• (explore) I agree with Sybil. Tabitha, you should be the one to handle this
Kandinhale is a story-driven short RPG game in which you'll have to escape from the clutches of Kandinhale, the company that owns almost the entire consumable market in this idyllic candy world.
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
In the end, everything submits to the judgment of the deep waters,even a heretic.⚖️
This was more of an experiment for me to try out some new techniques! Honestly, I really enjoyed it, and I think I’ll do more Focalors and Dottore stuff in the future because I find the potential dynamic fascinating on so many levels.( ╹▽╹ ) Anyway, I wanted to mention that I won't be very active for a while, so you'll likely see standalone drawings or single comic pages,since they're faster to make (╥﹏╥)though I'll try to get back to creating longer content as soon as possible.🫡🫡
"Mystic. What you you know." you question them, "It's clear you're hiding something."
(Mystic) It appears being vague is no longer enough. You let out a huff of frustration and grit your teeth, it feels strange doing anything with the body again, and you do not like it, but if it is what you must do.
Mystic:
"If I hid something it would be far too early to tell you. You should merely remain in the confidence that me doing this will be the only thing keeping us alive, and listen to me. If you do as I say, two nights from now we shall bask in knowledge and safety together."
(Mystic) You state as clearly as you can. Then. You step towards the trapdoor, prepared to open it. It creaks open on it's own, leaving you tumbling through it.
You are in a mine again. A man kneels there peering down, wiping sweat off his brow.
"It took some digging, but it's there."
(Mystic) That's your ghost. You just know.
"The map was right."
"That means there's hope, Eddie. Whatever it is that Enoch did, we can undo it."
A woman, Edwardine, appears in the doorframe.
She's holding a bat. A heavy blunt weapon if needed.
"We can be happy togeth—"
Charlie's enthusiastic words are interrupted as she pushes him down the stairs.
"Eddie?"
And bashes his head in. Again and again and again.
The vision ends and your vision returns to you. Or, what's left of it.
(Book smart) Once this is all over you might want to look into getting glasses.
(Street smart) Even if will make you look like a nerd.
(Hot) Nerds can be hot.
(Street smart) You suppose they could be.
(Mystic) If you were a nerd you would, inevitably, be incredibly attractive.
Tabitha trembles under the weight of what you saw, "Oh god... I'm so sorry." she mumbles into the empty space. There is nothing but black around you.
Your cousin violently heaves into the void, but nothing comes up.
"There's... nothing here. This place is completely empty."
(Street smart) "Whatever Enoch did.. What the hell is that supposed to mean!? And Mystic you can't just— You can't just end the fucking conversation like that you have to tell us something you can't just 'TrUsT mE BrO with something as important as our lives!"
Mystic:
"I, in fact, can."
(Street smart) They could do that.
(Street smart) At this point your frustration is rising above your fear. Turns out you were right not to trust them too.
(Street smart) The only person you could trust is dead.
Your cousin hisses at you, "For gods sake, Av, stop arguing with yourself."
(Hot) "Hey! I'm innocent, I didn't do anything!"
Tabitha rolls her eyes, "So what? Do you want a prize for that?"
(Street smart) Maybe you should listen to your cousin, as terrifying as it is having Mystic keep live determining secrets, there are far more immanent life threatening issues.
And just as your thoughts brush against dear old Charlie again so does he show up the room changing one last time.
You're on trial, that much is clear, the mindless controlled bodies of your friends looming above you.
"Ugh. What now!?" Tabitha snarls up at the ghost, seated in the middle of the room in the perverted image of a judge.
"Do you repent?"
"Do you repent for your crimes?"
The bodies of Stella and then Kaneeka croak out, but, even if they are no longer in character, it sounds nothing like them.
(Hot) Seeing them like this makes you want to throw up.
(Book smart) "I'm sorry you died," you think you understand why she did it, pressured by the weight of her bloodline and her father, but in the end Charlie did not deserve to die.
(Book smart & Street smart) But that is true for most people who are taken too soon, it doesn't excuse him hurting you and your friends.
"Don't answer it!" Tabitha snaps at you.
"You must answer for the crimes committed by your Scarlet blood."
"Are you kidding me?!" Your cousin yells back, "I hate it here, I hate it here so much."
You doubt anyone would like magic ghost purgatory.
"Until then I cannot die."
"I want to die, please, I've been in the dark for so long."
The words sound even worse when the plea is pushed unwillingly from Rosalina's small body.
"All I ask for is some of your years.."
"To pay for the years that were taken from me.."
"What.. what are you saying?" Tabitha stutters.
"My life was stolen from me."
"I want some of yours."
"It's only fair."
You are struck with a sinking feeling for dread.
"No. No. Its absolutely not fair! None of us had anything to do with what happened to you!"
Tabitha doesn't get it. You can't leave, it has your friends. You have no other choice but to eventually give it whatever it wants.
Your fingers start messing with the rim of your sleeve, you accidentally tear the fabric.
"The sins of the father," the word's tumble out of Oscar's mouth, his eyes are still glassy.
His daughter picks up speaking in a way that can only have been intentional, "Are to be laid upon the children."
"One of you must forfeit, doesn't matter which."
"Bullshit" your cousin bares her teeth.
(Book smart) You do have one other choice.
(Book smart) You straighten your back, doing your very best to calm down enough so your voice will be even when you speak.
Hot:
"What are you doing?"
(Hot & Remnant) You have a bad feeling about this. A very familiar bad feeling.
(Hot) Although you can feel it, you cannot quite place it. You want to curl up in a ball and cry.
(Book smart) "We're on trial aren't we? Then let's defend ourselves. We deserve that much!
The ghost is silent. But silence isn't judgment.
(Street smart) Is it.. listening?
Street smart:
"Holy shit. I feel like that just might work."
It might work, but will it be worth the price?
Maybe it'd be better to just share this burden across all of you. Or maybe— maybe Tabitha will have a plan to get you out of here.
(Mystic) You need to let them do this, if you want to live.
.
• (Book smart) (Trait save) Support their argument.
• (Trait save) Listen quietly to what Book smart has to say.
• Stop them before they destroy themselves.
Voting ended onJul 19
Once again you tread the edges of something raw, it's growing in size.
This choice might have major consequences for you.
Hey everyone. There's a new youtube feature that rolled out just yesterday that's raising some privacy concerns.
People in the U.S., U.K., Brazil, and Singapore can now share videos and chat with friends directly within the YouTube app. The update bring
This post talks about a new DM feature in youtube. What it fails to mention is that as part of this new feature is that when you send someone a link to a video, and they open it in the youtube app, they will see who sent them the link. Specifically, your channel name.
If your google account name is your real name, so is your channel name by default.
This means the new default behavior is that everyone you send a youtube link to will see your full name if they open it in the mobile app.
To turn this off:
Go to your youtube app settings
Go to Privacy
Turn off "Channel visibility for shared links"
Trimming the source id (the stuff after the '?' in links) will also prevent this from happening.
Some pre-6.6 dottores and dottolones. Except the dottolone drawings are highkey mid and i only rlly wanted to add them bc in hindsight i think the writer of the fic i referenced there may have actually had the gift of prophecy??? hello?????????
Anyways uhhh
Bonus from after 6.6. (I will never forgive hoyo for the webby erasure💔)
In which you look around the theater (of the mind?)
Torn between your desires to stand very still, or step away from the trapdoor you instead put all your focus into squinting your eyes and trying to look at this space in particular.
You're pretty sure it has walls, yes, and curtains, and chairs.
The walls are sort of strange.. muddy and sandy. That's not very theater like…
The force dragging you towards the trapdoor strengthens, feeling more sharp and dangerous than simply compulsory now.
Mystic:
"The Presence is getting impatient. We must hurry now."
Street smart:
"Why are you so intent on us going through this trapdoor."
Mystic:
"I only desire our survival, just like you."
Street smart:
"Then what do you know that I don't?!"
(Mystic) Nothing but the unavoidable truth of the universe and our existence in it.
"Av.. it really wants us to go through that trapdoor." your cousin states, interrupting your thoughts.
.
• "Oh yeah, that's right, let's do it."
• "That's why we aren't going to do what it wants."