#gladumf rambles

cleaned up the choppy version I made of this earlier

Are YOU a fan of Grian? Do YOU own a pencil, pen, stylus, finger, clay, paper, wire, and/or markers? Do YOU have any desire to create and be a part of something cool, regardless of your skill level? 

Well, step right up! I'm currently working on a Choose Your Own Adventure fic inspired by Grian's playthrough of the Stanley Parable, as well as a few other pieces of media (namely In Space with Markiplier and Deltarune), and I need artists!

The task is simple: Create a Grian.

The only requirement for his appearance is that he is recognizable as a Grian, and that he has a red sweater (it's important to the plot)! Other than that, go wild! All forms of media are accepted, from traditional 2D to 3D modeling to clay and paper craft, everything and everyone is welcome! There is no application, no rejections, no waiting time! Just DM me here on Tumblr or over on Discord (@gladumf) to sign up and turn in a Grian before August 18th* to be a part of this super amazing and awesome project.

Want to be even more involved and create clues and Easter eggs for the project? Shoot me a DM! I want this project to be a collaborative one, with as many creators as I can get my hands on, and the more hidden details the story has, the better! 

Please reblog this post to get it to as many people as possible! I'll see you all real soon :D

thinking about Avery after those 13 hours at the church, placing flowers, breaking ferns, moving water, and drowning.

thinking about him seeing the signs and immediately falling to his knees and coughing up the water in his lungs, because before, he just let it sit there.

thinking about how wretched it would feel, the weight of his limbs, of his drenched clothing, the scratches on his hands from tearing up flowers, the fog in his mind

thinking about him finally snapping out of it and sobbing, because everything is too much and he's so tired and yet he needs to keep going, he needs to find d3rlord.

thinking about him, in this exhausted state, punching at netherite with his bare hands until it breaks

thinking about him finally coming face to face with Derek and just collapsing into a hug with him because it has been a hellish 15 hours and he just needs a moment. just a moment of peace.

hey y'all have you heard of wplace

art by @applestruda, converted into pixel by yours truly

see it on wplace here

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