Vampire Huey gang I have a proposition:
Boyd is Vamp Huey’s thrall
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Vampire Huey gang I have a proposition:
Boyd is Vamp Huey’s thrall
Whatever you do don’t imagine “I’m Not Going to Help You” by ROAR with Kieran and the protag. Worst mistake of my life
you don’t understand how important intimacy and closeness are for satoru and how he desperately wants to feel you more and better all the time, how he wants all of you, all the time—your cum, your period blood, your spit, your piss..if he could rip you open and crawl inside you, he would
Holy shit this game amazed me to no end as a kid. The eerie, strangely melancholic atmosphere and cute-yet-creepy characters were one thing, but it kicked absolutely into overdrive when the player was transported to a freakin’ POST-APOCALYPTIC FUTURE timeline, the first of its kind I had ever seen. So terrifying it is on par with all the creepypasta FALSE childhood memories:
vicious cycle
be the change you want to see in the world... and that is. having more agent 12 and agent 32 content 🙈
also note on why Talia's (my agent 3) right hair tentacle thing is like that is bc it got messed up when she broke thru that glass during octo exp so she just. snip snip once they got back to the surface ya idk sumn like that
My aunt just gave me a LOT of cross stitch patterns, because I like embroidery and she can't do it anymore for assorted reasons. And this particular type of cross stitch is the kind where you don't have the pattern printed on the fabric, it's on a separate piece of paper and you count out the itty bitty Xs on a certain kind of fabric. A lot like color-by-number except with thread instead of paint.
But all the patterns are in black and white, and on paper. So I figured I'd transfer them to spreadsheets, cause they're in grids, so it's a fairly simple transfer, and then I coupd have a digital copy, in color. But it can be quite time intensive.
On the way home, I transferred a rose. Here's a photo of the original pattern, and a screenshot of my resulting spreadsheet:
It's definitely a lot prettier in color.
And as a bonus, the color is all added by conditional formatting, so if I want to change a color on my spreadsheet, I only gotta change it in one place, and not everywhere on the entire sheet.
uum ok very very bad moment very VERY bad moment ohhhhh no oh no .
things i cant say on The Blog cuz i am not comfortable having the specifics be totally public sdjhsdb but like. i have to put it SOMEWHERE and no one i usually , talk to abt this stuff is around rn ,,
but. ough. ouuuugh. im so scared im so freaked the fuck out. they all dont know what the hell theyre talking about so what do their speculations mean to me?? nothing, surely! but i am so SCARED.
i am always so afraid and i can never truly shake it. that one day theyre going to be right. and im going to be wrong. and all of the time and spiritual work ive put into this would be for nothing. but that CANT be true. its been almost two years. theres no way i could be wrong by now.
that would be,, funny. not in a genuinely funny way but, like, "haha isnt it hilarious. i wasted all of this time" funny.
and i know that cant be true. i know that cant be true there are too many signs pointing toward me being right. but sometimes it feels like theyre ,, fake?? staged? some cruel joke, even?
ill get over this. i always do. i was just caught really off guard by something and it . shook me. worse than i thought it would. and i dont know how to deal with it and again i cant just outright Publicly Put This Out In The Open it is . i cannot even begin to explain it in a way that makes any sense. but like idk ill figure it out
i just. wish that everything around me would be a little LESS paranoia-inducing about it