Author: Daphne Star
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toki pona: nimi pi musi leko
This is the project that sparked my recent interest in toki pona: A pixel art “alphabet book” of toki pona’s common vocabulary. I’ve been posting these on Mastodon and BlueSky, and you can see them go up as they’re finished in both places. I post at most one per day and I’m presenting the words…
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toki pona: nanpa sijelo
This is an essay I wrote early in my toki pona learning days and have been refining since. It’s a work in progress! tan jan Tapuni Learning toki pona has been a fascinating experience: I’ve been at it for a few days so far, and I’m already recognizing words and understanding simple sentences. However, like…
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toki pona
pona a! I’ve had a passing interest in toki pona for a while, but I hadn’t really put any time into studying it… Until recently, when I realized I could study the language and sharpen my pixel art skills at the same time! As I’ve delved into the language I’ve found myself branching out into…
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MirrorChat
This is a smaller project; a short visual novel I made for Mini Jam 180: Refresh in three days. It’s about self-image and self-discovery and plays in about half an hour. It’s also the first game jam I’ve ever successfully entered, so I’m just a little proud of it! You can find it on my…
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One Day At A Time: Chapter 2
Sarah stepped into the kitchen, summoned by the repetitive call of the microwave timer. The sweet smell of baked goodness filled her nostrils before she was even close to the oven, but she knew she couldn’t rely on her nose alone: food smells good before it tastes good, after all. She slipped a pair of…
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One Day At A Time: Chapter 1
Sarah sat in her front room, coffee in hand as she gazed listlessly across the street. Her neighbor’s pride flag hung in their window in quiet defiance, vigilantly welcoming queer passers-by. She heard her roommate slide into another seat in the front room and sip carefully at her coffee, likely reading some article or another…
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One Day At A Time
One Day At A Time is a new slice-of-life series I’m starting in order to help process the world and make a place outside of my own head for some of my thoughts to live. It’s intended to be relatively low effort, but so was Family of Me originally, so we’ll see how it goes.…
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Genderpunk 2077: Eight
The train ride back to Cumulo Plaza was uneventful. After the enigmatic way Vixx described things I was expecting to play a far riskier role, but my part in this production was fairly minor. I was here in the square and I had Vixx’s app ready on my phone… All that was left to do…
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Genderpunk 2077: Seven
The location turned out to be a bar near the edge of the district. A crag built like a brick wall stopped me just inside the entrance and told me to wait while ke stared at me menacingly. I typically avoided bars like the plague—you had to be at least 21 years old to enter…
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Genderpunk 2077: Six
I’d been staring at Underview station for almost ten minutes now. All I had to do was walk in and ride back to Cumulo, how hard was that? Once there, I could pull up RUNR and start making money again. Sure, I needed another 200 shields and change to pay off my debt, but if…