my fish army is ever-growing

GREAT GOD GROVE is out now!! i had the pleasure of composing a lot of fun and funky and also weird and dramatic music for this game and i hope you'll check it out <3

on Steam and Switch!! (soundtrack on Bandcamp too!!)

you know i got that wiimote strap on

i didn’t mean it like that and y’all know it :(

Ohhh my God, the current VA for Foghorn Leghorn actually dubbed it.

REACTION SPEED [Heroic: failure] - a single ravioli, damp from the water, still pleasantly steaming, lands with a defeated slap, on the linoleum floor. You see it happen, watch it flip through the air, like an Olympic bronze off the high-dive, or a suicidal veteran of war. you feel yourself shout a "No!", but it is too late. there, the ravioli, impossibly, lays limp. FORSAKEN RAVIOLI - Why, it thinks, why me? For all the time I was grown and processed then crafted and for all the time I have waited for the only purpose which I was made for. To be cast so suddenly, so errantly, into the realm of the beyond? Beyond savior. DRAMA - And here you stand, clad like a captain with your wooden spoon, watching as an honorable soldier, nay, a man, lies without your hand to aid him, on the kitchen floor.

VOLITION - you must act, now! first it must be picked up, then its fate can be decided. COMPOSURE - Its fate is the trash. AUTHORITY - Its fate is the trash. YOU - You pick up the ravioli, it is hot, nearly still boiling, gushing steam and hot pasta blood down your hand. It hurts, but standing here, there is nowhere else for it. PERCEPTION - It looks fine... LOGIC - Don't do this. SHIVERS [Heroic: Success] - Somewhere southeast of here, perhaps hundreds of miles, grain sprouts in a field, rich wheat, and butternut squash, only an acre over. The wind whistles through the fields, running like gleeful children through the tiny, green plants. Some will be eaten by birds, worms, or moles, but some will reach high into the sky, where they will be plucked and ground into pasta dough. You have seen the birthplace of this soldier. It is humble, a beautiful childhood, and so, so long ago. An entire pasta-lifetime, now. FORSAKEN RAVIOLI - I thought I had finally made it. And with my brethren... YOU - You look at the bowl, the rest of the ravioli, steaming in mournful, pyrrhic celebration. My company... EMPATHY - This ravioli could be you. You can't give up on it now. Not because of your own mistake. AUTHORITY - This is not what a dignified man would do. send him off and mourn, perhaps, but do not spend one moment more considering his limp, cooling corpse. DRAMA - Where has your heart gone, O Honorable One? Authority - … EMPATHY - the greatest service you could do for this little soldier, and for all those beyond you that forged him, is to eat him. What else is rightfully to be done? VISUAL CALCULUS - It was on the floor for less than 4.7 whole seconds. ENCYLOPEDIA - most forms of bacterium are able to jump, especially to wet materials, in about 1.2- PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - any residue on your kitchen floor may well be material which was once already in your stomach. CONCEPTUALIZATION - if you think about it, that means you've already kind of eaten the ravioli.

INLAND EMPIRE - From the Floor, Of the Floor, To the Floor. To be, or not to be, one with this eternal cycle? ENDURANCE - Anything the floor could not contain, you could digest. (with VOLITION) We are iron. HALF LIGHT - Bite into its soft, warm flesh. EMPATHY - Give it peace. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Eat the floor-violi, pasta slut! YOU - weeping, bring the ravioli to your lips, and then, impossibly, with infinite mercy, love, bring it into you. It tastes fantastic. You would have never know it was on the floor at all. You can feel the hum of satisfaction, the glory of it in your lungs, swelling to fill you more than even a pasta-feast could. This is the mercy you wish your God could cast on you, when you fall. KIM KITSURAGI - "Harry,"

Oh to be sleepy and crawl into bed with someone who's warm and safe and you know will take care of you in all the right ways, who'll hold you and tell you that its all gonna be okay.

Beds are so warm and soft when the rest of the world is not

writers be like; anyone gonna write this story? and then not wait for an answer. and then not write it either

had a dream about getting addicted to vaseline on toast. my girlfriend crying, begging me to stop eating "that miserable greasy toast"

in addition to my Robber Technique (pretending theres a robber in my room who will kill me if he thinks im awake so that way i stop fidgeting & lay still) something ive been doing lately to help calm my nerves when im trying to fall asleep is pretend im at the bottom of some body of water & i can feel the weight of the water covering me and the gentle sway of the current and theres big slow fish moving around overhead and if i can really get into it its very soothing. anyways ive started combining that with the robber technique by imagining this soothing undersea setting but Also theres a big scary fish swimming around overhead that i dont wanna be seen by. very complex scenario but you gotta do what you gotta do

the scary fish in question is, thanks to kaya, a goliath tigerfish (very scary), but since im scared of water there is no shortage of aquatic animals im afraid of. saltwater crocodile or bull shark would also be good options. my being afraid of water may make the underwater technique as a calming measure sound nonsensical but i know what im doing

after watching tourist trap i think ill add Pretend To Be A Mannequin So The Guy Doesnt Notice Me Like When They Were In The Hallway to my collection of techniques

My face when I'm The, 44% OFF

Elephants from Beautiful Katamari

being a writer leads to a genuinely helpful but also very stupid kind of mindfulness where you'll be having a sobbing breakdown or the worst anxiety attack of your life and think "okay, I really need to pay attention to how this feels. so I can incorporate it into my fanfiction."

I could be your ibuprofriend :).....or your advillain >:)