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fap fap fap?
is that inappropriate?
Yay! I like this kind of stuff. :B
is that inappropriate?
Yay! I like this kind of stuff. :B
Yes, it's no longer a secret. Dante can kiss any chance of being with Tristy good-bye now. XD Besides, we need more romantic two-girl friendship RM games ( apart from unity's LA ). Thought it would be interesting to write as a straight woman.
hah gaaaaaay
that fence seems a little odd though? like it's just... there, with a rock in it, for no good reason. kinda weird. nice screen overall though!
that fence seems a little odd though? like it's just... there, with a rock in it, for no good reason. kinda weird. nice screen overall though!
author=Craze
hah gaaaaaay
that fence seems a little odd though? like it's just... there, with a rock in it, for no good reason. kinda weird. nice screen overall though!
LOL I didn't notice it til now but yeah that rock is totes rebellious. He's all like "no you ain't buildin no fence here" so the fence builders decided to erect a single pole in the ground. No one's gonna think of falling off that cliff at that spot because a rock's there. Nobody.
Edit: Oh something that seems weird to me, maybe I'm just bad at proportions, but the shadow of that bridge makes the water look flat. When actually it's going downhill, as seen by the cliff face. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but that elevation does all kinds of weird to my eyes.
Yeah, Cash is right, the shadow should be cast lower. Really, the elevation is extremely dicked up on the whole in that shot, I understand what you were going for, but it doesn't really work that well in a 2D environment.
Also, Craze is right as well. In an real world that rock would have been removed before they built the fence, unless we're dealing with exceptionally lazy labourers.
Also, Craze is right as well. In an real world that rock would have been removed before they built the fence, unless we're dealing with exceptionally lazy labourers.
Yes, I should have rectified that bridge shot. It does look weird with that elevation ( one aspect of mapping I have never fully mastered ). I probably should have added the cliffs below the bridge, then used events placed on top of it. >< And I'll nuke that rock too.
d-d-don't! ;-;
his name is john
and he's sad
you should give him love
not rock him
dont rock the rock ;-;
his name is john
and he's sad
you should give him love
not rock him
dont rock the rock ;-;
cuuute
By the bye, I really like the style of this tileset! It's really detailed, but in a good way that works well and isn't distracting like some over-detailed styles can be.
The water below the bridge moves, right? 'cuz in a screenshot it looks a little like a blue brick road :P
By the bye, I really like the style of this tileset! It's really detailed, but in a good way that works well and isn't distracting like some over-detailed styles can be.
The water below the bridge moves, right? 'cuz in a screenshot it looks a little like a blue brick road :P
author=slash
The water below the bridge moves, right? 'cuz in a screenshot it looks a little like a blue brick road :P
that's how they get to the wizard of genoa, where they will get Gay Married
/me fans self forever about civil unions
author=emmych
that's how they get to the wizard of genoa, where they will get Gay Married
/me fans self forever about civil unions
I smell the start of a beautiful fanfic~
author=slashauthor=emmychI smell the start of a beautiful fanfic~
that's how they get to the wizard of genoa, where they will get Gay Married
/me fans self forever about civil unions
Ask and I shall deliver.
Birdsong filled the air as Tristian and Ianna skipped down the blue brick road. The swishing and swaying of Ianna's silk skirt matched the tempo of a nearby brook that burbled out a merry tune, and Tristian's iron tipped boots provided a percussive rhythm. Most musical of all was the sweet laughter coming from both of the women, for they knew the blue brick road would take them to a marvellous place.
After a while, they came across a vast green field where a scarecrow hung from a wooden pole. He had straw blond hair -- perhaps it was simply straw -- that peeped out from underneath a leather cap.
"Goodness, he does look miserable up there, does he not?" Ianna said, pressing a hand to her heart.
Tristian, not one to disagree with her lady-love's lamentations, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it is quite the predicament. Perhaps we ought lend him our assistance, hm?"
At this, Ianna clapped her hands together. "Oh, yes! Please do! I fear I cannot lift so great a scarecrow on my own, but perhaps if we were to each take one of his arms--"
"Nonsense, my dearest one. I have muscle enough for such a feat." True to her word, Tristian leapt the fence and made her way into the field. Without breaking a sweat, she hefted the scarecrow from his post and carried him back to the blue brick road over her shoulder.
Ianna tried not to swoon, but such a goal was unachievable in the face of such rippling muscles and beauty.
Tristian set the scarecrow on his feet and dusted him off. "There. How do you this day, scarecrow?"
He shook his head, sending pill bugs and bits of straw scattering about. "My word! How that pole made my back ache!" He dipped into a clumsy bow. "Thank you, my ladies, for your great kindness this day! If I may introduce myself: I am Dante, a simple scarecrow of Genoa. And who might you two be?"
Ianna offered her hand. "I am Ianna, and the darling lady who saved you is my dearest Tristian." She spared Tristian a coy smile as she spoke her name.
Dante took Ianna's hand and kissed it before bowing to Tristian. "Ah, to be rescued by such fine women: truly, a scarecrow could ask for nothing better! If I may ask, what do you here upon the blue brick road."
Tristian returned Ianna's smile and squeezed her hand as she answered. "We seek the capitol of Genoa so we might visit with the wizard."
"The wizard!" Dante gasped. "Why, I, too, have always dreamed of seeing the wizard! You see," and he leaned in conspiratorially as he said this, "I am in dire need of a brain. It is most unfortunate."
Ianna chuckled. "A brain? But, Dante, my fine fellow, you are so well spoken! For what reason would you need a new brain?"
Dante heaved a sigh so heavy and melancholy, one might think him about to reveal some tragic backstory. "Well, perhaps not a brain, per se: really what I require is a sense of perception with, well... women." Another sigh. "You see, every time I fall in love with a lady, she turns out to be disinterested in men entirely! How am I ever to have a romance if that is my fate?"
Tristian gave a solemn nod. "That is quite the trouble. Say, perhaps you should join us on our journey! Then you might speak to the wizard and gain this perception you lack."
A smile spread itself across Dante's face. "Oh, truly? You would offer such a thing? My dear lady!" He took Tristian's hands and gave them a great many kisses. "I would happily accept such a proposal!"
Tristian glanced sideways at Ianna, who giggled under her breath at Dante.
Dante, for his part, straightened up, never letting go of her hands. "Well, I should dearly like to be off, then! I am so excited-- finally, I shall learn some perception. Although..." He gave Tristian's hands a squeeze before gently dropping them. "Perhaps such a thing will be unecessary."
Tristian sighed. Ianna continued to snort into her hands.
After a while, they came across a vast green field where a scarecrow hung from a wooden pole. He had straw blond hair -- perhaps it was simply straw -- that peeped out from underneath a leather cap.
"Goodness, he does look miserable up there, does he not?" Ianna said, pressing a hand to her heart.
Tristian, not one to disagree with her lady-love's lamentations, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it is quite the predicament. Perhaps we ought lend him our assistance, hm?"
At this, Ianna clapped her hands together. "Oh, yes! Please do! I fear I cannot lift so great a scarecrow on my own, but perhaps if we were to each take one of his arms--"
"Nonsense, my dearest one. I have muscle enough for such a feat." True to her word, Tristian leapt the fence and made her way into the field. Without breaking a sweat, she hefted the scarecrow from his post and carried him back to the blue brick road over her shoulder.
Ianna tried not to swoon, but such a goal was unachievable in the face of such rippling muscles and beauty.
Tristian set the scarecrow on his feet and dusted him off. "There. How do you this day, scarecrow?"
He shook his head, sending pill bugs and bits of straw scattering about. "My word! How that pole made my back ache!" He dipped into a clumsy bow. "Thank you, my ladies, for your great kindness this day! If I may introduce myself: I am Dante, a simple scarecrow of Genoa. And who might you two be?"
Ianna offered her hand. "I am Ianna, and the darling lady who saved you is my dearest Tristian." She spared Tristian a coy smile as she spoke her name.
Dante took Ianna's hand and kissed it before bowing to Tristian. "Ah, to be rescued by such fine women: truly, a scarecrow could ask for nothing better! If I may ask, what do you here upon the blue brick road."
Tristian returned Ianna's smile and squeezed her hand as she answered. "We seek the capitol of Genoa so we might visit with the wizard."
"The wizard!" Dante gasped. "Why, I, too, have always dreamed of seeing the wizard! You see," and he leaned in conspiratorially as he said this, "I am in dire need of a brain. It is most unfortunate."
Ianna chuckled. "A brain? But, Dante, my fine fellow, you are so well spoken! For what reason would you need a new brain?"
Dante heaved a sigh so heavy and melancholy, one might think him about to reveal some tragic backstory. "Well, perhaps not a brain, per se: really what I require is a sense of perception with, well... women." Another sigh. "You see, every time I fall in love with a lady, she turns out to be disinterested in men entirely! How am I ever to have a romance if that is my fate?"
Tristian gave a solemn nod. "That is quite the trouble. Say, perhaps you should join us on our journey! Then you might speak to the wizard and gain this perception you lack."
A smile spread itself across Dante's face. "Oh, truly? You would offer such a thing? My dear lady!" He took Tristian's hands and gave them a great many kisses. "I would happily accept such a proposal!"
Tristian glanced sideways at Ianna, who giggled under her breath at Dante.
Dante, for his part, straightened up, never letting go of her hands. "Well, I should dearly like to be off, then! I am so excited-- finally, I shall learn some perception. Although..." He gave Tristian's hands a squeeze before gently dropping them. "Perhaps such a thing will be unecessary."
Tristian sighed. Ianna continued to snort into her hands.
god damn, emmych that's amazing
*furious clapping* I actually said "oh my god" out loud at work, emmych.
(Also, Lady Love Lamentations should be the title of a song, or a particularly intense chapter of a novel.)
(Also, Lady Love Lamentations should be the title of a song, or a particularly intense chapter of a novel.)
A-thank you so much~
Look I can't resist the siren call of a Wizard of Oz AU fic about lesbians, okay. OTL
Look I can't resist the siren call of a Wizard of Oz AU fic about lesbians, okay. OTL
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