#twad

[soymilkcookie]

I know this won’t get far, I’m not looking for it to. Not now, but I’d like to introduce it at least. So maybe somebody can see this and resonate. I am a Junior and therefore do not have much time left until I become a legal adult. Commentary and constructive criticism is greatly encouraged and appreciated. This is a series inspired by the works of Yaelokre, Cartoon Saloon, Kung Fu Panda and, Wings of Fire. If anything, this entire project is my final letter of love to my own soul. A message that those who feel deeply or not at all are not out of the ordinary.

{Pre-script Drafting}

SETTING

So far it’s a post apocalyptic scene following the advancement of man mirroring what happened during previous pandemics (primarily COVID), as sickness that does not wait for grief. The story is based in bi-partisan around {religious ideologies} and {history} & {spiritual connection} and {universal forces} that cannot be simply ‘defeated’ or ‘killed’.

LEADING CHARACTERS

- Doran Aris - A privileged scientist who likes to help anyone he can.

- Umri [E.M.] - A girl who won’t let her head get to herself.

- Sylas Nguyen - A self-sustained guy who’s lost all hope in humanity.

I’m trying to make characters that feel like people. Where they could put on an entirely different set of clothes and you could tell it’s them. The main lead Doran is introduced as this loud and outgoing guy that’s just a sweetheart and even more understanding than he seems at first glance. Umri is meant to be a counterculture to how she appears and is presented to others, she’s super expressive and loves unfiltered rambling to others she’s close with. Sylas rubs off as a villain, although he won’t stay that way, his thing is being brash and purposely abrasive to others so they won’t bother to look into his insecurities. He eventually opens up to Umri. His mom would’ve liked her. Sylas’s survivors guilt is one of the many reasons he is as closed off as he is. Sylas lives with his father after the death of his mother. Speaking of parents, those are fun to write too. Doran’s father has some interesting ways of dealing with work stress, which is working more. His mother was a good role model and supporting figure to him when he was younger but now she’s always too busy with her job as a pilot to come around. Doran’s family is pretty wealthy. Umri was given away at birth and placed with a well-known care system while she was still pretty young so she had a better chance of getting adopted. It worked and she didn’t spend that long in the adoption agency. She barely remembers her pre-adoption life and only has fractions of vague memories that remind her of the past.

THEME

Emotional ups and downs that connect together in a way that feels so realistic to the point where it’s uncomfortable. Loss, change, and community.

GENRE(S)

~ Horror (Body & Psychological)

~ Mystery (Identity, Coping strategies, New emotional hauls, Environmental, Social)

~ Adventure (Exploring self/outside factors & relationships, New settings [Isolation, Overstimulation], Dire Situations [Self harm, Suicide, Body Dysphoria]

MAIN STORY

The characters will rub off on each other and have a positive (or sometimes even negative) impact on one another and it helps them discover new sides of themselves. I will make Sylas an antagonist at some point in the show. All the main leads will have memories about past moments moment before and after their problems is revealed to the audience, traumatizing life changing shit doesn’t just go and disappear until it’s convenient for the story to bring it up.

[saffitaffi]

Hey there!

Do you like gore, flowers, and visual novels?

Well I’m happy to tell you that The Woods At Dusk is now OFFICIALLY in production!

The Woods At Dusk is the first in a series of horror(ish) visual novels under the umbrella name of Vys Very Fun Adventures.

In a post apocalyptic world, Vy is in for some trouble as she’s bombarded from every side by murderous mutants- some of which want to… date her?

Follow @vys-very-fun-adventures for more information, updates, and art for the game! I’m really excited about finally being able to make this dream a reality, as it’s been an idea since at least 2021, but I only just now got my own laptop to make it via RenPy!

Cool art!

Freaky Rose Monster!

Support a small (very gay) artist!

This account @saffitaffi is my main account I use for all my projects, but @vys-very-fun-adventures is all about Vy’s Very Fun Adventures! TWAD might release in 6 months, a year, or two years, but it WILL come out, eventually

…eventually…

[alltheghostiesart]

brains & brawn — TWAD minimatic about bo & baxter :D

transcript & visual description below the cut

TWAD is an original project featuring queer superheroes & themes of oppression and revolution! bo & baxter are 2/4 main characters, the others being named everest & scarlet

[description: audio from the two princes series; adapted to TWAD characters. bo & baxter are pictured as pink lines over a lighter pink background, bo with curly hair that is shaved at the sides to make an undercut, and a t-shirt. as a feature of note, bo has braces. baxter's hair is cut short, he has a square band-aid on his face and is wearing a longer shirt. they are sitting on a bench in a park.]

transcript —

BO: in fact, between my brains and your brawn, I'd say we make a pretty good team.

BAXTER: we do. although technically I have both brains and brawn.

BO: true, but... I have the personality and the winning smile, so...

[featheredcritter]

I think Tumblr deleted the other post but anyway Aiden is a fucking bitch

[tomorrowweawakendead]

You would not believe your ears

If ten million understeers

[saffitaffi]

This is her neutral face

[saffitaffi]

Finally got my laptop back so I can continue working on VXLI and TWAD woooooo

[everydayducksoup]

300 words a day

Good morning Vietnam

Velvet rabbit, burlap rabbit, perils of writing in second person.

Platonic diatribe between pals— do you think artists eventually cross the threshold into cockiness by force? Do you think it requires self-definition to be recognized outside?

I think conceptual art ought to be a little more nonchalant. Pollock’s year is over, baby, move aside for the Minimalists, the black-on-white instructions, egg and butter worked an hour or so, a piano shred to bits. Take no pills or take all of them or take the cigarette and throw it all the way across the street— but tell the truth. Because someone is reading— your eyes burn with a Vertigo protagonist and now you really are a man. Two big bulging eyes red-green, red-black. Bleed vision like the cellophane screen.

You're never seen but always watched and now you're doing the watching. Boyish. Baah-eish, in that posh accent, dark room, anyone becomes you. What a great thing to survive at such a dear age, what a fitting, quiet point of confluence. Those standoffs you pretend all of your peers are having, the duels you read about, the passion, how much more you to have a half-laugh and a half-life and a lecture all in one. Like a Hawk, you will remember. You're full of references that nobody needs to understand you— you're already transparent. Should I be once more a craftsman?

Friday is a defense you walk into like a firing range with a cassock on. Red burns so nicely into black— you want it all to burn. The work should shatter in front of your admirations, leave you with nothing, that's when you can finally go back to words, to worlds like a good well-tamed academic. Maybe craftsman is a poor shoe to cobble, maybe what you need is less.