I'm Making A Game! (or, Trying Too)

I'm making a game! (or, trying too)

TW: Blood and maggots on one of the designs!

SO! I have this neat idea for a game about loss, death, ghosts, etc etc.

I don't have a whole lot right now, so I can't share much at this moment in time, but I'm going to update with sneak peeks of characters and places! Right now I have some basic concepts of some of the characters: Julie: The late mother of the Player (name tbd), Who will do anything to protect her child.

Mary-An: A well-loved doll, she's the first and last gift Julie gave her child. Blessed with a protection charm to watch over the child and protect them from harm. The weeping woman (name subject to change): A poor whole who was murdered by the man who thought loved her. Her own child was ripped from her arms, and now she causes harm and death to any man who enters the home she died in and leads the children to her. Hoping to replace the child she lost. All of these are subject to change, but I promise you're in for a real treat!!!

Random Magnus Protocol Headcanons. Go!

I'll go first,

Alice has an old dog she adopted named "Daisy" that she always shows pictures of, too, Gwen.

Walking through a normal web is icky. I can't imagine what an interdimensional one feels like. The whole Web gives me the Ick 🕷🕸

I've been re-reading the transcripts for 197(for something im working on wink wink) . Lovely women! Shitty god.

My sister recently got into The Magnus archives. She made an OC and declared that she and Tim were to get together. So, I drew this for her. I didn't have the heart to tell her what happens.

I'll probably do more with her later. For now, meet Amelia Bakfords. Archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London. Tim's crush (as stated by my sister) Update! She found out what happened to Tim, she was very upset.

Case of "Pine"**********

Regarding the woods behind her house. The original statement was taken by ********** head archivist of ******. Statement begins.

**I don't even know if you can help me here, or about this. People say I'm just crazy, in fact, you'll probably say I'm crazy too. But those woods- Someone or something put all those papers there and now I can't get away from them! I'm used to a disappointing gaze from my family, but when that same gaze come from my own art? It makes my head spin and makes me want to puke...**

**I think I'm done talking. You most likely dismissed this story as "Fake" and "The words of a sick and paranoid artist". Lord knows everyone else has. I will go back into those woods and take back what's mine. And if I disappear? Well, add my name to the tragic artist that died by their own hands**

Case ends.

Supplemental: I really don't know what this was. I just wanted to write and talk about the art I did for my Tumbler header. I want to post more art here during 2024 so I am. It is kind of silly, but I did enjoy writing it and drawing it. And isn't that all that matters? So thank you for reading :)

Happy new years by the way!!

I like the idea of Jonah and Jon trying to feed off whatever fear Sam has, but 100% annoyed that he sees it all as a joke?

"Hey, this creepy piece of paper just appeared and wants me to answer questions of my trauma? Damn that's nuts. Anyways-"