Thank You.

Thank you.

made art for a video game zine jam. chose emotional self-warfare.

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An old alter reawoke. We'd been avoiding it for a while, I'm sad to say; it was chaotic, and uncontrollable, and it did not care for societal limits or how we would be judged...

But then came a time, long overdue, where we began to understand that fear of judgement was holding us captive.

When we finally approached him, it posted these to our stories. Exposure therapy.

We've been trying to feel less shame.

They are wild, and they are right.

Some BS2 sketchbook stuff from the other week. Because stylising characters is hard. ✨

Chat requested Lumiworth during the birthday stream, and I felt like a proud father.

Snippet of the full poster.

me, checking Tumblr wondering where all the LumiCogs went... only to realise its ship name changed in the decade we were off our bullshit.

Back on it now though so have a win for the gays.

Have some sketches.

Lumiere can create flames with his fingers, and touch fire with nary a mark. Sometimes he sets it off by accident, and many a towel has burnt this way. He has nightmares of melting, but sees it as his job to remain positive... and so he tells no one. He's just happy to be human again.

Cogsworth can keep perfect time, and his heart ticks and tocks. He knows exactly how many seconds they were cursed for; it haunts him how little he's done with that wasted decade, and how little he's done since it was broken. He often wonders if there is much difference between himself as a human, and himself as a clock.

Both argue as if nothing has changed,

and in that regard, nothing has.