Software Creations: *in the middle of development for Solstice* Okay so we need an intro theme to set the mood. Something folky, like medieval times. Think you can try your hand at that?
Tim Fucking Follin: Yeah I got ya, check this out.
Software Creations: *barely seconds in*Ohhh yes finally, something that isn’t an overwhelming banger. You done good, Mr. Follin.
Tim Fucking Follin:
*waits for it*
Software Creations: *ten seconds later*
honestly every single one of Tim Follin’s songs are straight up bangers but most people don’t remember them because they’re all from weird/forgotten games
HEY I’M FEAR
ngl com was a loooooong time ago for someone with a memory like mine, and I only played half bc I thought riku was a vanity skin you could replay the same game with so
I was like “is that the one where Axel does the Thing” but i just read the new chapter and Axel Isn’t Subtle About Going To Do The Thing
i’ve been trying to build up to axel preparing to do the thing for the entire fic and he’s gotten less and less subtle about it each time…
luxord’s not even in COM but boy howdy everyone he knows is in it. SOMEDAY NICE THINGS WILL HAPPEN TO THE APPRENTICES BUT TODAY ISN’T THAT DAY
Fantasy Is A Metaphor For The Human Condition, a comic about magic, and art, and speculative fiction, and being sick, and how they all intersect. Originally laid out/pencilled November-December 2017, when I was in a very difficult place emotionally as I was relearning how to draw post-brain injury.
@cancerously commissioned the sweetest, stupidest thing I ever drew in my entire life
and that is Taako and Lup as tiny elf larvae, just being terrible.
Enjoy this gift.
Of all the billions of pages that make up the Internet, one of my very favorites contains “No Reservations: Narnia,” a work of fan fiction, from 2010, by Edonohana, a pseudonym of the Y.A. and fantasy author Rachel Manija Brown. The story is exactly what it sounds like: a pastiche of Anthony Bourdain’s “No Reservations” and C.S. Lewis’s “The Chronicles of Narnia.” Channelling the casual charisma of Bourdain’s first-person writing, Brown finds him visiting the stick-wattled burrow of sentient moles, where he dines on pavender (a saltwater fish of Lewis’s invention) and Sussex Pond pudding and is drunk under the table by a talking mouse. He slurps down eel stew and contemplates the void with mud-dwelling depressives. He bails on an appointment at Cair Paravel, the royal seat of Narnia, to bloody his teeth at a secretive werewolf feast.
The real Bourdain died almost two months ago, at the age of sixty-one, of an apparent suicide. Many of us who were fortunate to know him have been left sifting through our records, pulling out bits of unfinished conversations and half-plotted ideas. A few months before his death, I had e-mailed him Brown’s homage, after years of casually wondering if he even knew it existed. The question had also occurred to Brown herself: “No Reservations: Narnia” is her most popular piece of fan fiction. (She told me that she suspects it might be her most popular work, period.) When we corresponded, before Bourdain’s death, she said that she sometimes worried that Bourdain had been sent the link dozens of times.
There persists a mistaken belief, outside the world of fan fiction, that it consists of bad writing from floor to ceiling—ham-handed, indulgent, turgidly sexual, and thoroughly amateurish. For a full-throated defense of the genre, see the Harvard English professor Stephanie Burt on the subject. Or just read Brown’s story, which is so well-told, so deeply researched, so uncannily on point in its representation of the culture and cuisine of Narnia, and so faithful in its mimicry of Bourdain’s writing voice that it is sure to charm any reader who gives it a chance. Including, as it turns out, Bourdain himself. After I sent him “No Reservations: Narnia,” he replied that, contrary to Brown’s concerns, he’d never come across the story before. “This is astonishingly well written with an attention to detail that’s frankly a bit frightening,” he said in an e-mail. “I’m both flattered and disturbed. I think I need a drink.”
Plot Designing 