On An Unrelated Note I Have This Thing

annihilation!? i hardly know her 😹😹

I'm here forever

I should've added Dr Coomer tamagotchi meters in a corner somewhere that would've been perfect

HLVRAI X Other: Her Loving Embrace! I've spent a lot more time on this than I'd like to admit

how do you choose who to donate to? it always feels like such an awful choice, everyone needs it so badly but i can only give to a few people at a time with what i have. how does anyone choose who to help, or how much to give each person?

gazafunds.com loads a randomized fundraiser for people with this anxiety

you could also buy esims for Gazans or donate to Gaza Municipality Project

Its my birthday today so you know what that means! I need to draw my fursona with a comically large weapon(redraw of this kinda)

[Start ID: 3 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles exploring an idea in which Benrey is a sentient, digital, game-hopping anomaly who chances upon Half-Life.

A window pops up in the void of digital space, an invitation with a 'yes' and 'no' option to join a new game: Half Life. A sentient hand cursor hovering before it goes: "oh yeahh, new game. yeah, duh," before clicking on the 'yes' option. Said cursor is then gifted a body to explore the game in. It is a short, round body with a stark shadow across the eyes that never seems to go away - a body we recognise as Benrey. He blows a rasberry at the scientist uniform and lab coat the game assigns him first and complains: "aw boo, don't wanna be no nerd. lil nerd boy." His outfit swaps itself for a military uniform. Unimpressive. "this game got no good skins or somethin'?" he says. Finally, the game settles on a security guard outfit. Benrey adjusts his new helmet: "oh wait no, this one's cool."

The words "Role Generating…" pop up over his head, and he pokes at it with a finger and grins: "heyy, not an NPC anymore. nice." His attention is drawn to a new character materialising nearby to his left, namely Gordon Freeman, a white bespectacled man in an HEV suit. There are words floating above this character too, and Benrey reads it aloud: "pro-tag-on-ist." Protagonist. Benrey flashes a cheeky grin: "a pro, huh? we'll see about that, noob."

3 more characters in scientist uniforms materialise to his right, which prompts a soft "wuh?" from Benrey. The nearest character is a tall Chinese man, followed by an old, balding and portly white gentleman with a mustache, and then a thin elderly white man with glasses. Above the 3, namely Tommy, Dr Coomer, and Bubby respectively, is the title "AI". "yo, nerd boys alert. they look cool, though," Benrey says, and his gaze floats off dreamily as he continues, "man, we're gonna be great friends. no more baby script for Benny boy, he's all evolved now-" He's cut off abruptly by his own floating title finally settling on a role for him. "Antagonist", it reads. The game begins counting down to its initation, and he stares at his role title with a look of what might be concern on his face before it switches to disappointment. "man, i don't wanna be an ant," he says. The game starts.

End ID.]

When you wanna have sentient fun times outside of reading NPC dialogue scripts with your new AI buddies but the game makes you an ant.

You. You get it

I've been pointedly refusing to use the term "content creators" to refer to artists anymore, because I want to make art for me and the people I care about, not the endless demands of the algorithm. I'm not trying to Produce Content, I want to make art.

So it is deeply, deeply irritating when I use the word "artist" in a post and it gets endlessly reblogged with people asking "but what about writers? but what about actors? but what about musicians? but what about [x]?"

All types of art are included in the term "artist," god damn it. "Artist" does not just mean "someone who draws pictures."