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TODAY IS THE DAY MY FELLOW TUMBLR BRETHEREN
Please welcome Samantha to the family. Salamami Sammi Mami Meow, Felis Catus Fatus Samanthus, Samanthar, Sammi, Queenie, Chubby Butt, Tiggy Cat, Floofers, Her Royal Majesty.
TODAY IS BLESSED, LOOK AT MY BROTHERS NEW KITTEN HER NAME IS GRR
TODAY IS THE DAY MY FELLOW TUMBLR BRETHEREN
Please welcome Samantha to the family. Salamami Sammi Mami Meow, Felis Catus Fatus Samanthus, Samanthar, Sammi, Queenie, Chubby Butt, Tiggy Cat, Floofers, Her Royal Majesty.
things i noticed in my most recent jsab playthrough that u might not have:
- the square starts off broken at the beginning of the game ? like theyre in pieces and those pieces come together to form the player
- the corrupted flowers make piano noises when they first pop out of the water
- theres a part in sevcon where, when the circle in the middle is absorbing other circles, it kind of bounces to the beat every time a circle hits it! its hard to see if youre not paying attention (completely understandable)
- in subwoofer dubstep, the rain from the ceiling actually fills up the level with water (this might be common knowledge but i personally never noticed until now)
- the helicopter leaves a trail of rainbow particles when they fly :]
- in that one part where the square is on a conveyor belt running from buzzsaws, the piles of stuff being shredded are various trees and things from paradise, one of which is the bird cage from the lost chapter!
- the 3 birds from the lost chapter also appeared at the end of the game before the extra chapter was even released
- the pink boss guy has a machine in the factory with the sole purpose of pushing flowers over. this boss is like a middle school bully i love them
- THE BEGINNING OF TRY THIS IS TOTALLY A JAMES BOND REFERENCE AND I ONLY JUST NOW GOT IT. GOD
- i also like that the background in Try This has many elements from the factory in the overworld. ik its pretty obvious. i just think its neat
- i might make a separate post abt this but the boss is very clearly Bug Coded. and the changes to their appearance they go through throughout the game makes me think of metamorphosis. you understand
- like an evil butterfly
- in the lost chapter, theres what appears to be several fossils underground. this implications of this drives me nuts
I'm MSA friendly! I should reblog this! Plus thier stuff's great! I'd love to get to know them.
*And thus they reblogged it*
Art by ectoimp
“Hey everyone! Name is @arthur-tristan-kingsmen, but most people call me Arthur, Art, or a pain in the ass, haha. If you’re a MSA roleplaying blog or MSA friendly, would you mind liking and/or reblogging this? I’d love to get a chance to meet more people even if that person’s another me!”
Ohmygosh I can't believe I didn't catch this earlier! I mean just look at it! It's fantastic!
Send an option to turn my muse into that thing for a thread (source) CLOSED @upandgoinover
18 - A reaper
Sometimes, he was grateful for the solitude of his duties.
The curse had been laid on him years ago to save his life (thought not without it’s costs), and he’d learned from experience to take on his responsibilities without the aid of another. It was never easy to take the soul of those whose lives had come to an end, and the pained faces of those not ready to leave and those who watched him work couldn’t be erased from his memories.
Lewis and Vivi had tried to assist him, at least by being there for moral support, but he couldn’t subject them to that anymore; to watching someone die. He knew it affected Lewis the worst, seeing someone pass on; after his own death, he could understand being squeamish. And many times, the ones he had to guide to the afterlife had not died kind deaths. After only a few, he’d chosen to perform his work without their assistance. They were happier, and he was content to see them as such.
It had been a tedious night, lasting long into the dawn. There had been a fire in an apartment complex, and he came home smelling like ash and cinders, face drawn and pale as was natural for him now. Several hadn’t escaped the flames, and his work had been cut out for him.
He rubbed at the circles beneath his eyes before releasing the shepherd’s crook that was his reaping tool of choice, preferring the gentle light and guidance to the violent threatening of the scythe.
When released, the staff let out a jingle like a wind-chime, and vanished in a plume of darkness like that which clung to his person. The cloak was removed and hung over the back of his chair, before Arthur seated himself at the table with a can of iced tea from the fridge. He didn’t need it now, the curse leaving him like Lewis in a unliving state, but sometimes allowing himself the smaller pleasures made everything a little more bearable. The hiss was loud in the silent room as he popped the top, and took a long sip with a hum.
my friends dog for her b-day
fraggels !
by Warren Moten
D&D
"the terrible the stupid & the great"
by Warren Gene Moten
