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akfedeau.bsky.social
narrative designer at obsidian. avowed, company of heroes 3, ra ra boom, dangerous crowns, etc.
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agent 47 i will go to your suit fitting appointments and do the conversational heavy lifting and we can get london fog lattes and wait until you've disabled the cameras to hold hands

a bunch of dour-looking people on an island thought they were the only people on earth until a woman who couldn't speak their language washed up and there was a murderous conspiracy to conceal her existence and it was a metaphor for anti-intellectualism or something

since we're all meditating on death of the author today: i hope i get big enough that people make fanwork of my characters, and i hope i have the good manners to not spoil their fun

So a thing that does legitimately make me kind of insane about 'the curtains are blue' is that like, it feels like the only two options are that something is symbolic subtext OR that it's completely flat and meaningless, and neither is what writers are mostly doing with environmental detail?

Avowed, Grounded 2, and The Outer Worlds 2. 2025 is the Year of Obsidian. Thank you for exploring our worlds with us for 22 years — with many more to come. Happy Obsidian Day!

my mother is never going to forgive me for getting her into this project

i'm breathing into a paper bag

me when i see someone else subtweet a book they didn't like: you coward. tell us the title. you worship your own image and have fallen short of the glory of arts and letters. shameful. disgusting. me when i subtweet a book i didn't like: uh, i don't want to get in trouble or make anyone mad.

against my better judgment i'm going to Opine On The Net: the algorithm tides often bring me vintage fashion posts full of comments like "miss this kind of feminine elegance!" the many implications are not lost on me, but to be dense, it's not gone. you can still dress that way if you want. be free

encountered a new hemingway short story on my way to pick up a package at lunch: baby weed sock, abandoned in road

trimming your bangs at home is spending the next 1-2 weeks walking by mirrors, going "ugh," and cutting off another bean-sized piece to even it up

instructions unclear, in my fifth year of working on a dress-up game

nursing a conspiracy theory that there's something sinister and SEO-related about all the recipe ads that refer to "tender" foods that have literally never been described that way

a lot of romance leads sass each other using their full names, like "[rolls eyes] you're such a cad, derek parker," and i'm sorry, i can't do it, man

fragrance friends: i have a quest for you. should you choose to accept it

if you think i wouldn't start a couture house you're kidding yourself