#﹙wanted connections﹚

[thesmartass]

⋆˚✿˖° conexões ⋆˚✿˖°

❀ hey there, little girl, don’t you wanna see the world?: MUSE fez parte da força tarefa que capturou Dahlia para o instituto. Elu pode ou não ter notado que ela havia passado da idade de alistamento, mas mesmo assim decidiu capturá-la. A gente pode combinar um relacionamento partindo daí, talvez com uma vibe meio irmã(o) mais velhe e tal.﹙open﹚

❀ how can anybody do the things you did so easily?: Dahlia pegou MUSE danificando algum livro importante, propositalmente ou não, e desde então acredita que MUSE é a pior pessoa que já existiu. Ela sempre faz questão de deixar claro seu desprezo pela pessoa, e agora que não tem mais o instituto e o diretor está respirando com a ajuda de aparelhos, ela não perde a oportunidade de ameaçar elu de morte.﹙open﹚

❀ i hope that you’re okay: MUSE é ex-estudante do Sr. Dufour-Lapointe e conheceu Dahlia quando ela ainda estava sob a tutela do professor. Se reconectaram agora que ela está em Hexwood e estão tentando recuperar a relação antiga. ﹙open﹚

❀ stumbled over all my words, made it weird then made it worse: Todo mundo em Eldrathor e arredores sabe o quanto Dahlia é tagarela e costuma evitá-la por esse motivo, e MUSE usa isso ao seu favor, sempre que quer evitar contato com outras pessoas faz questão de ficar perto dela, tanto que já até desenvolveu a habilidade de abafar o timbre da voz dela e usa seus monólogos quando precisa ficar sozinhe com seus pensamentos. ﹙open﹚

❀ if i told you how much i think about her you would think i’m in love: Dahlia conheceu MUSE como uma grande prodígio do Sr. Dufour-Lapointe, ganhando todo o tratamento especial que ela sempre desejou. Desde então nutre uma obsessão por ela, sabendo tudo sobre ela.﹙open﹚

❀ comparision is killing me slowly: Quando finalmente conseguiu explorar Hexwood começou a  ver a diferença entre vida que levava e a dos kahjol, em especial de MUSE. Quanto mais vê e conhece a realidade do outre sua inveja pelo que poderia ter cresce. ﹙open﹚

❀ all you’re ever gonna be is mean: MUSE é ume kahjol que nunca escondeu seu ódio por changelings e ao conhecer Dahlia não foi diferente. A diferença é que suas provocações não possuem o mesmo efeito na garota que atribui as ofensas estritamente ao caráter de MUSE ao invés de internalizá-las. ﹙open﹚

OOC: então, essas são algumas sugestões de plots que quero desenvolver com a dahlia, mas como sempre, aqui é coração de mãe, a gente aceita tudo quanto é ideia. minha regra principal é que as conexões só vão ser marcadas como fechadas depois de alguma interação dos chars, e para a essa char em especifico eu não tenho tanto interesse em conexões romanticas, principalmente porque quase todo mundo é consideravelmente mais velho que ela. mas fora isso tamos abertas pra qualquer coisa!!!

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[canonkiller]

but you can't keep holding on like this.

[askfordoodles]

btw, just putting it out there that my hope for the Helluva Boss endgame is Stolas abdicating his Royal title and privileges and going to live with Blitzø and working for IMP as their accountant.

Clearly, they have a lot of paperwork that they currently push onto one of their assassins (Full Moon) and Stolas has been established as a nerd who loves reading loads of boring paperwork (Oops).

It would also tie in nicely with the conversation they had as kids (The Circus), and make it serve as very cute if on-the-nose foreshadowing.

[nipuni]

Overflight 🌃

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon soon!

[hansoeii]

you'll make it back.

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[the-phantom-peach]

modern link and zelda because they’re cute and i can do what i want <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Friendship never dies in FNAF..

[commander-gloryforge]

your ocs should be friends with mine btw. my ocs told me they want to be friends with yours. theyre too shy to ask so i have to tell you. my ocs are asking your ocs to be friends with them

[fiasco95]

On one side of a library….

Dorcas: What do you look for in a man?

Regulus: Someone who can cook.

Dorcas: Oh??

Regulus: Yeah. If he knows how to cook, I’d marry him on the spot and get down on my knees every—

The other side of the library…

Sirius: Mate, where are you off to—?

James, quickly packing up his bag: I have a cooking lesson to attend.

Sirius: Prongs, you can’t cook for shit!

James, sprinting out of the library: THAT’S WHY I HAVE TO GO

[frownyalfred]

tonight I am imagining the delicious delicious angst of a grieving Alfred Pennyworth trying to explain to his newly-adopted ward that he cannot abandon the Wayne last name and take on Pennyworth as his own, not because it’s legally impossible or forbidden but because of expectations, expectations which a small boy cannot truly understand but feels rejected by anyway

[findmeinthefallair]

It can't be overstated how powerful the catharsis is when a scene of a character connecting with their wounded inner child is done right. The key poses...the expressions...the timing...storytelling like this can help to provide some healing for so many people in the audience.