🔞Imaginal Proto

It gets so easy to feed into the vapors that you don't notice that you reject them or yearn for something more; it becomes an aspect of life rather than a distraction from it. I consider just leaving the internet altogether more often lately.

I wish it were that easy.

I wish I'd never been exposed to social media; I only have Bsky/Twitter, Discord and some art accounts and I'm overwhelmed with random bullshit as it is. I get annoyed just hearing friends play videos out loud, it all seems like such nothingness, much more than this.

Someone said I should draw Max from Sam and Max fat and playing Poker and it turned into a Poker Night at the Inventory inspired piece. If you wanna know what kinda poker they're playing it's Gaining Poker, where the chips you lose are the pounds you are forced to gain.

I keep writing thoughts down onto this website just to delete them, I really need to keep a journal at this point. I don't know if it would help but it'd certainly be better than to let all of these thoughts fizzle out.

A really fat purple and yellow-striped avali, Mochi, is seated in a restaurant booth, rubbing their full belly blissfully and commenting "Guh... What a menu...". Their belly spills over the entire table and their butt is spilling over both sides of the booth. The booth and the table are creaking under all their weight.

How else can you judge whether a restaurant is good unless you eat everything they have to offer?? I'll definitely be coming back to this one~

Drawn by @vwyruss on twitter :>

That final area of RE9 where it looks like an aquarium with golden glass reminds me of the museum from Sifu, just this beast of a venue whose sheer aesthetic sensibilities which overwhelms a game whose artistic design is full of subdued color and theming. It's only one room here but it's so special.

Blaidd did offer you an ample reward.. 🎂🐺

Check this out in HD as well as this month's animation below!

Shoutout Nintendo for making a great USBC charger, the $400 paperweight it came with is fine too, I guess.

reminding myself of this

Usually I like writing up my thoughts with games on Steam/Backloggd but RE9 didn't leave me with a lot outside of general praise. The immersive sim elements are really fun, Leon is hot and responsive, the puzzles were good but limited, Emily was adorable and I like Grace as a protagonist.

I don't usually enjoy "cheat" weapons as much as new costumes so to see only one new costume for both Leon and Grace was a bummer, especially with Leon's being his RE2make fit. I'd like more outlandish designs closer to Ashley's Scene outfit to come with the game rather rather than be DLC.

In less dire, perhaps more immediate thoughts: RE9 was really solid, not my favorite of the new trilogy. It felt more like a test run of RE5 Remake, I thought the pacing was a little lackluster and the post game content feels the weakest of the last couple games. Hopefully Mercs/Raid will fix it.

I love writing and I love possessing the ability to communicate so directly and with such precision that I can form everything out of nothing, I just need to love being myself and need to find a mental balance that spurs this ferver rather than being complacent with less.

It's easier to imagine these two as disparate concepts, one which is not beholden to the other, which leads to this feeling of ironic dispossession. If it's just (imagine the italics) fetish art, why should I care? I still care, I still want to care and to have a hearty desire to create these worlds

I don't mind writing fetish, it's been very therapeutic if not wholly successful, but I want these realms to be full and whole and lived in. The perfectionist in me goes crazy and I struggle to combine any usable imagery into my art. I feel lesser for using these elaborate backdrops for sexual means

I find fetish art so limiting in this respect. When I dream of worlds of ruin ruled by magical despots or cities of 600 pound anthros struggling through life, it feels juvenile and secondary to my actual passion in creating those worlds.

I only wish I could be so stirred by others rather than these thoughts of mine. I wish that I could believe some inner truth that I will create something lasting and believe others that I will create something lasting.

Capability has never been my concern but rationality.

A look to the stars is only so much an exploration as what we may create here and now. It is these fleeting ideas captured into form that inspire those that would lead us up and forward.

It is much more comforting a thought for me than to believe that another will have dominion over me.

It's selfish and impossible but my heart and mind yearn for it. I take on the persona of a sad god because I believe art is the most impossible, most lovely form of immortality possible; to create a story is no different than to be creation itself.

My desires are inherently hedonist; I want to live in these worlds of repose, to create lands of horrible destruction and lovely beaches where the weather never turns. Godhood to me is seclusion, the final step in afterlife where you shape your reality.

It's so frustrating not having the words to articulate these abstract ideas I have. How can I write about desolate worlds or brutalist hellscapes within the constraints of my language? How I wish to languish in rustling winds and liminal halls of my creation.

I'm so incredibly amazed at how this new Gorillaz album ended up coming out, it feels like magic flowing through me. Purely inspirational.

Chubby Silver Mod for Deadlock | DL Mods A ravenous hunger!... A Deadlock (DL) Mod in the Silver category, submitted by Sangy

today I'm happy to officially announce the release of the Chubby Silver mod!
gamebanana.com/mods/656552

Kazooie and Ivy butts for the evening

I gots to doodle summore hog-pwink when I get back from my trip

billeh

comm for @carro3dsculpts.bsky.social of carol getting compressed into a shortstack (she don't got her phone, so she can't undo it until she gets it back) haha
she has to waddle around with all that additional mass on her lol

Comfy sweater! Though maybe a bit less comfy now that she outgrew it. But the comfiness of the tummy makes up for it