This Will Never Not Be Funny To Me.

letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan

End-of-Splatoon thoughts.

Thinking about how since the very start, Splatoon has had a feature where players can draw and post artwork and spot them as graffiti on walls or billboards. Or how the weapons have always been paint brushes and rollers and ballpoint pens. Since its inception, Splatoon has been dedicated to engaging its players with the act of creation and creative expression, showing them how their art can build communities and (literally) change the world.

Thinking about finding golden human-made music discs buried underground for thousands of years, and a grand finale music festival. About the Voyager Golden Records. About those human handprints etched into concrete in Alterna. Did those human artists know it would end like this? First a fiery death and then, eventually, a worldwide celebration of music to represent our shared past, present, and future. Did they know that their songs, insignificant in the face of extinction, would one day become the solution that will save the next dominant life-form from the same fate?

Thinking about how eerily similar the Octarian domes are to Alterna. About how close Inklings and Octolings were to repeating the same mistakes as humans. But their doomed fates were undone not by some miracle technology or military power or a rocket, but by music.

Thinking about how humans wiped themselves out with war, and our parting gifts were liquid crystals that somehow paired with the DNA of primeval inklings and somehow infused them with our memories and culture and a Song. And 12,000 years in the future, that same Song will end a war.

Thinking about how art and music and punk culture and rock & roll and friendly competition and petty arguments and water guns aren’t uniquely human concepts, but the fundamental qualities of intelligent life. An inheritable spirit that can cross evolutionary bounds.

Thinking about the theme of Splatoon, that art and music and fun will not die with the human race. That every piece of art we create is a seed we sow for future generations to reap. That our legacy is ingrained into the crust of the earth. That long after we’re gone, the oceans will remember, and they’ll pick up where we left off.

Thinking about how Splatoon says that the essence of humanity –– the thing that will outlive us –– isn't war or prejudice or destruction or greed, it's a song.

Happy Pride! Featuring my darling wife @deliciousalgae and my wonderful sister @kaylasartwork!

reading the source code of a videogame and playing it perfectly in my head

hey. sorry for calling you "my subject" at your family dinner. i'm not sure if i meant it in a princess way or a scientist way but either way it was definitely a sex thing for me

whenever my sister, cousin, and I are into new media, we play a game where we assign each other a husband, wife, and a best friend from the show/game/series etc.

it's fun bc we have to justify our choices with everything we have, because the husband my cousin assigns to me from some series might not be the one I see myself with, so she has to basically orate her thesis on why I'm getting married to that guy. over all it's a fun glimpse into how your friends see you and think of you etc.

highly recommend this game. also, get funky with the gender however you like. we do a husband and wife for most mainstream media that is extremely gendered, but do whatever. spouse works as well.

above all, it's about submitting your friends to the mortifying ordeal of being known via betrothal.

Moments in time, preserved through sentiments Twitter | Ko-Fi | Patreon

f-feral women... feral therians fighting me for food? h-hehe :3

ordered pizza from a small local place and they didnt actually cut it so i've chosen to revert to a wild animal and begin ripping it apart instead of just using a knife to portion slices

The subtext of monster fucking is romanticizing traditionally undesirable traits and the text of monster fucking is that fangs and tentacles are hot