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[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.

[fima11]

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something about little Silver and Malleus doesn't sit right with me. idk what's going on in the story between them but I wanted to draw a bit of a brotherly bond with huge age gap.

and an older sleepyhead moment too. Because I know Sebek cares for him in his own way.

[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.

[devsmuses]

hi everyone!! i'm feeling inspired to start some new threads with people i haven't written with before and mutuals!! below i'm going to list some ideas i have muse for, but my writing interest is not limited to said ideas. feel free to message me to plot something out together or for a starter inspired by one of the listed ideas :)

● something within the regency period. it could happen within the bridgerton universe since that's my whole inspiration/muse for the era. imagine a f/f pairing where they're besties or have bonded really closely during the whole society season, the whole marrying off period that takes place in the show, and imagine they end up falling for one another😵‍💫 or we could do something inspired by daphne and simon, or penelope and colin. i'd prefer to play the f in this pairing if possible.

● this is kind of a niche request i feel like but imagine a pairing of two drag queens who are rivals like absolutely hate each other who despite their constant catty comments towards one another always are hooking up and have shown no signs of stopping it. i imagine the setting being drag race just because that sounds like so much fun. imagine their surprise when they see one another in the work room for the first time. imagine the other queens finding out the two have a situationship and discussing it in the work room. imagine them having to lip sync for their lives against one another and someone goes home. i feel like to most this sounds so goofy, but god, it sounds like fun to me

● imagine lexi and fez from euphoria, their dynamic, but if lexi was buying from fez, and also make it m/m because i love the gays. i imagine the more lexi like one needs we*d or something and the fez like character feels like it's some sting set up because why is a goodie two shoes trying to buy from him. i imagine this leads to them chatting before he'll sell to them and they just hit it off from there. the lexi like one comes to buy from them more and more just to spend some time with the other. but inevitably the fez like one might pull away, afraid of them ruining their life by getting caught up with him. give me the angst. give me them understanding one another in a way no one else has been able to understand them.

• something angsty and gay, preferably some lesbians, and i want the thread to be inspired by something chappell roan because i love her so much. if you pick this one, be prepared to brainstorm a good bit with me because i have no concrete plans for this thread.

• a thread where our pairing is surviving something. it could be an apocalypse or something paranormal? i just want the angst and stress and pressure of this pairing being in life and death situations and not only do you have to worry about yourself, you have to make sure your person is safe. imagine close calls and meaningful kisses that stand in place for saying "i'm so glad you didn't die back there" we can plot out the whole lore aspect of this before we hop into it to make it even more immersive and slay

• i kind of want some kind of toxic exes pairing who are still in each other's lives. maybe one has completely moved on and the other keeps getting drunk and winding up on their doorstep because despite trying to move on, they've been together so long that that's quite a feat and sends them spiraling often. i'm imagining they were high-school sweethearts and maybe they married immediately after graduating because they were so in love, but then life hit them and their marriage went down the drain for whatever reason. maybe there's love still there on both sides, maybe it's one-sided, but even after their divorce they keep being brung into one another's lives. i just live for that angst and their past history that comes with it

[nipuni]

Overflight 🌃

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

[hansoeii]

you'll make it back.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa made her suit for the FNAF mimic..

[the-phantom-peach]

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

[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.

[theeroticlover]

Fhew !!! My lips hungry for yours...

[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

[dcxdpdabbles]

Bruce: I have an announcement to make. We are having a very important guest to tonight dinner. He will be here in five hours.

Dick: This better not be another new kid

Duke: Please let it be a new kid. I'm tired of being freshmeat

Bruce: No, you are not getting a new brother. I am.

Dick: What?

Bruce: Before my mom married my dad, she was short on cash and sold some of her eggs. Back then, the science wasn't that great, so none of the babies actually grew from them as far as she was told. I looked into it and found out they lied. I have a baby brother, and he's coming here tonight.

Duke: ....does this mean I'm still freshmeat?

Damian: Yes, it does Freshmeat

Dick ignoring them: Bruce, how mentally prepared are you for meeting your half brother?

Bruce: Me? I'm the icon of mental stability. I have a bunch of fun games we can play to get to know each other. I even have some grey ghost VHS tapes to watch!

Dick: Riiiiiight. How old is he, and what's his name?

Bruce: He's fourteen, and his name is Danny Fenton. I was eighteen when he was born isn't that wild?

Duke: Why is he doing that with his face?

Damian: I believe Father is experiencing a stroke.

Dick: Don't be mean. He's just excited to meet Danny

Duke: Look at him and tell me that you think it will go well with how he's acting

Bruce:

Dick: Okay, so maybe we shouldn't let him talk to Danny alone for a bit.