Iâm going to have to cut back my online presence a bit-I know this means there are some great asks I wonât get to (also, some truly terrible ones, at this point in my life I do not have the spare energy for âThanks for taking an interest in red culture! No, Iâve never engaged in cannibalism.â type responses.) Â
Iâm having a baby, I want to engage in a deeper study of Cenemi, and I will be preparing for a series of assessments as I prepare for whatever comes next (My cousin works in aquaculture, Shrimpâs elder brother is a construction worker, and my mother is the kind of teacher who sits on curriculum committees, so...).  It feels really strange to turn down so much work, but at this point I literally donât have time for anything other than family, my own art or preparing for colony life.
And so, on my way out, a confession.Â
There was a particular video game company that once hired me to do some music for a planned expansion and they were the worst. Expected me to read minds, gave me tight deadlines and then wouldnât give me feedback for weeks afterwards, didnât pay me on time. It quickly became clear that I was never going to work with them again. Getting fired would have been a relief. Â
And there was this one character who was just...if there was a character reds would headcanon as a secret red, it would be them. Magician from elsewhere, evasive about their past, lots of sorrowful gazing into the sunset. Â
So I put little musical cues from red traditionals all through their battle theme. And the more they annoyed me the âworseâ I made it. And they never noticed. Itâs all still there.

















