#tale foundry

[alanaartdream]

You know how one ends up scribbling on piece of paper while stuck on hold on the phone waiting for doctors appointments and blood tests results? This is what I ended up drawing/ scribbling while on hold today

There is a Pikmin and tale foundry taleloid in this scribble

[storyplasm]

I have just watched Tale Foundry's newest video about the Rot and the Art, and it is a beautiful, very analytical and beautifully crafted essay that could be seen as art in itself, it's message is inspiring and hopeful in this time where everything feels false. This is not the first time, and I'm sure it is not the last Tale Foundry's videos will mesmerize me with their thoughtfullness and beauty, showing perspecives which I could not fully comprehend before on my own. Thank you, Tale Foundry. The link to the video

[kittywir3]

Me: sighh.. lemme take a break(drawing something else) from everything that I've been doing to take a break from everything

Me: sighhh, lemme take a break from the break of the break of the break of the break of the-

Oh you knoww I'm unthreading my Billies nerves by molecules tonighttt

-very sleep deprived wir3 who's sleepy tears are salty enough to blind 5 people

HUMAN!

long time no see, kiddo

Some scrap I forgot to post from a few dahs ago from a meeting I was in. Gross. I peaked today so much higher.

[toospookers4me]

I wish more people knew about SCP-2006, he's probably one of the most fun and most well written SCPs out there

Like the concept of (definitely not autistic shapeshifter trust fr) shapeshifter who is obsessed with scaring people and being the scariest at the caveat of just completely not understanding what makes people scared is probably some of the best comedy potential on the SCP wiki but then... You get hit with that memo at the end

"I have been getting reports of some of the lax behavior regarding SCP-2006. Many personnel have been heard laughing at SCP-2006 during surveillance when it watches a new movie, or when it attempts to scare individuals. Some personnel have been heard questioning why SCP-2006 is classified as a Keter entity.

I am here to remind you that a Keter entity is a Keter entity, regardless of how innocuous it may seem. No, SCP-2006 is not a rampaging demi-god, nor is it a regenerating super lizard. However, it possesses the same level of danger as any other Keter that the Foundation has contained.

Think of SCP-2006's purpose. It wishes to scare people. Imagine what would happen if SCP-2006 broke containment, and found out what really scared people. Imagine if it saw the horror and fear of war, or the concepts of paranoia or phobias common to each and every human being.

Imagine if it found the true horror of a nuclear holocaust or an XK-Class scenario. Now couple that with an entity that possesses shape-shifting abilities with no known limits, and you'll understand why it's classified as Keter.

All personnel mentioned above have been suitably disciplined. I do not want to hear about this again.

Dr. Randall Owings

Site 118 Director"

SCP-2006 essentially deconstructs and then reconstructs itself and why you should take 2006 seriously, which in the end is technically giving exactly what it wants.

(art by Tale foundry)

[pocketpc-asks]

//: If you haven't seen tale foundry's video on date everything (date everything and similar media about objects) yet, this is a gentle encouragement to watch it

[talefoundryshow]

[sany-wave-creates]

There is this "nighttime metro excursion, repair depot and retro trains" in my city. And me (and my mom) finally got to it.

There is some liminality to the depot's area once we are inside it. But not in a scary way, more as a "What's there?" way. One that calls to explore. One that makes me want to be a smug and curious crow or a flickery fluttery bat or an ever-careful sparrow or maybe a mouse. Last one is a bad idea because there are cats that roam there. Ever the sentinels of the unknown.

You know, there is some... Fear? I sometimes feel near large machinery. Cars, too, especially when they move slowly, I think "oh, that's a fren". And when I was running between trains, I felt it especially. Maybe like a mouse between friendly sleepy snakes. Or something like that.

Just tell me it's not an eldritch location.

They are soo huge, 33 tons per cart (an experimentally derived weight, meaning they are perfect for their jobs). But they are friends. Follow their rules and everyone will be safe. Like... Friendly eldritch beings, I guess. Or maybe angels. Secular angels in the mundane, in the daily commute. Metro is a castle for the working class. And it does look like a castle in many of its stations. A castle. Or maybe a temple. People are getting married there, too, like in a temple, and there are portraits in glass and mosaics and statues. Mostly of workers. Blue collars. People who were building it.

And then there was a second half of the excursion, a ride inside such a creature, smaller, only 3 carts, and reconstructed after the first metro trains. It is bright and soft and friendly, it hums and sings and its paws collide with the ground. A cute angel. Their modernmost colleagues are sleek and efficient and beautiful in a future brought into today kind of way. And completely mundane at the same time.

But the metro trains are like erythrocytes. They run through the veins of the city, which is kind of a beast in itself. People were living in those veins. And the beast is warm and breathing -- the city has a climate of its own. Every inhale is air getting pumped into the metro to cool and vent it. Every exhale is a high wind on the platform. There are brains and muscles and nerves and, well, blood and lymph. There are ads of "two hearts" in the metro because of a quirky overlap of two lines. They beat. They rumble.

The night is coming to a close. I'm weirdly cheery and happy and there is a pause. The angel leaves and turns around. We wave goodbye. There is a question section. We see a platelet running by, then another.

We exit the metro. I see a being that's also angelic in a way -- a bat, chasing bugs around the nearby mall. Me (and my mom) go home on foot because there is no reasonable transport at 2 AM. And there are nightingales all around, triumphing with their tiny little bird bodies over the noisy 6-laner in the middle of the night. Aren't they angelic voices? I prefer thrushes and starlings, but those are nightingales singing for beauty.

Another bat. Baby thrushes. A crow. Tomtits and finches. They sing, nightingales go quiet. The morning is good. And I'm home. And I'm tired.

[talefoundryshow]

We're hard launching our lore

...and throwing in a face reveal for free.