My very beautiful friend gave me a very beautiful present: Russian pinecones in syrup! Full honesty, I kinda thought she was fucking with me, but they were shockingly delicious! Chewy like honeycomb, only softer, and with a flavor like if baklava was a berry. Then a sudden aftertaste of pine needles! The pine nuts are nice too.
The whole experience is like eating something your parents kept stopping you from putting in your mouth as a child. Very satisfying, 12/10, no notes.
The dating sim portion of this wonderful video game has begun. Descriptions and long-winded, weird-ass thoughts bellow.
Time for many thoughts and words!
Doug is going for Harvey. There’s something about him that has caught his eye, and he’s got tons of pickles to woo him if you know what I mean. The irl player always has some remarkably horny descriptions of their relationship that I don’t know if I’ll ever try to draw, but I’ll at least try real hard to imply it.
Calavera is currently trying to befriend all of the weird people in town. Sebastian has depth beyond edgy goth kid, like everyone else in town, and is real cool. That, and he likes the things I dig up in the mines, so that’s a plus. I heard Abigail likes quartz, but I wasn’t expecting her to eat the rock. Pretty fucking metal. She also seems to have an interest in adventure and swordsmanship, which Calavera may happily teach, if you know what I mean.
No, honestly, she’s not like Doug and will most likely just teach her.
THELMA. Originally I drew something creepy, with a terrified Haley being terrified at the eldritch monstrosity that has taken interest in her. The original sketch gave me some bad feelings, but helped me hatch an even better idea: What if Haley, the most “normal” girl in town, actually has a deeper understanding on THELMA? I mean, the game treats it as such no matter how you look, so what if it translates to actual head cannon? So therefore, Haley and THELMA have the most strangely wholesome relationship that no one, not even Doug and Calavera, can even begin to comprehend.
And that’s the end of semi-fan-fiction-head-cannon thoughts. If you somehow read this far, I will nervously appreciate it.