#I can't keep this in anymore

[rosenkranz-isnt-dead]

"can m/f ships be good?" please remember your history. we literally wouldn't have the term if it weren't for an m/f pairing. have some respect

[ot3]

like truly there is nothing more heartbreaking than watching game franchises go from 2d art that's filled to the brim with personality and near flawlessly executed to middling 3d models.

[themostfuniveverhad]

presenting: mystery museum man

[bree-paints]

My copium where they all survive and they are an iconic one eyed trio

Also some random sketches because 266-267 have been killing me emotionally thank you

[gazkamurocho]

If Kiryu and Majima met earlier in Yakuza 0

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[ryllen]

i found some fanarts & fanvid [ x.x.x ] and watched a bit of book 7 playthrough where sebek cried

[kayotic-catgirl]

confession that could probably get me executed by the tma fandom:

as someone on the asexual spectrum (please keep this part in mind), i enjoy seeing all the different interpretations of jon's asexuality, instead of acting like he can only be asexual in one specific way like a lot of this fandom does.

[hiding behind a giant rock trembling in fear]

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is stuck in the DC Universe against his will. He is trying to build a Ghost Portal to try and get back home, but he needs to steal a bunch from the different High-Tech Companies in the DC Universe

So now Wayne-Tech, Lex-Corp, Palmer Industries, Star Labs, and everything else you can think of has been robbed by a Meta-Human Theif who can walk through walls, disappear, and fly

Eventually, Danny gets all the parts he needs for the Portal and starts to build it in some forest outside of Gotham.

At the same time, Constantine reports to the League that the small traces of magical green goo they found at each crime scene was Ectoplasm. Basically Death Energy in Liquid Form from a Dimension called the Infinite Realms. They figure out that all the parts put together could be used to build a Portal, and the Ectoplasm makes them suspect that he is trying to open a Portal the the Infinite Realms

Constantine says that the Ectoplasm has energy readings that suggest it is from the High King, but it is mixed in with a bunch of Human DNA. He suspects that Danny is a Thrall of Pariah Dark, created so he could open a Portal the the Infinite Realms and pave the way for his Invasion of their Dimension.

They find a way to track down the Portal, right when Danny is about to open it.

A final battle ensues as Danny desperately tries to defend his Portal, while the computer reads out the Countdown to the Portal Opening. When the timer reaches 1, Batman finds a Bomb near the Portal Opening and throws it into the tunnel, destroying the entire Portal in one go.

They all stand back, watching as Danny stops and collapses in front of the destroyed Portal. Constantine warns them to be careful, Pariah Dark is a being of pure hatred, and once they piss off his Thrall he will attack them with all his angered might. "This bloke is about to explode. Once he realizes what he's looking at, he's gonna-"

But he is cut off when they hear drops of water hiting the ground, coming from the direction of the Portal. Danny is silently crying, looking at all his hard work go to up in flames.

They are all stunned. Constantine warned them that the Thralls of Pariah Dark were incapable of any emotion other than Anger, that they were completely sadistic monsters who took pleasure in ripping Mortals apart piece by piece. But this wasn't anything like that.

This was a Child, crying on his knees while staring at his Portal he had worked so hard to build.

"Why?" He asks.

"You were going to open a Portal to the Infinite Realms. We know you are a Thrall of Pariah Dark, you would have let his army through to our dimension."

"But Pariah Dark is dead."

"If he was dead, then why did we find traces of the King's energy in your Ectoplasm?"

"I'm beat him a few months ago. I'm the new king."

"Wait, so why were you trying to open the Portal?"

"I just wanted to see my family again. It wasn't even going to be open for long, I had a bomb ready to destroy it behind me..."

The Justice League realizes they all fucked up.

[rheakira]

I've come to temporarily break my hiatus to bring up something deeply important. Because after a recent event, if I have to go another day without talking about it, I don't know what I'll do.

Fandoms have an enormous issue when it comes to bigotry and people feeling comfortable enough to be openly bigoted.

And I want to make it clear: everyone is capable of it. In fact, most people do it more often than they don't. But because this strange myth has been built up that if you aren't "blatantly saying slurs" or "killing others" it can't possibly be bigotry, we have done nothing but become dangerous behind closed doors.

If your friend has odd beef with a person of color in the fandom and holds them to standards they don't hold their white friends to, that is bigotry. If your friend feels some sort of way about the trans person in your friend group and tries to come up with reasons for why they specifically can't stay, that is also bigotry. If your group insists that a person with a personality disorder is making it up just for attention and uses that as a reason for why they can't be around them, that is bigotry as well.

I've never been upfront about it because... why do I, as a human being, need to be upfront about my identity when people randomly decide what I am? But I am in fact a person of color who is queer and disabled. Whenever I join a fandom group that is mostly white people, I am liked until this is discovered. And then I watch as people get brutal about things I do or say. Things that they don't do to other people in the group, and I also watch as they take my words and either twist them for convenience or ruin my reputation for it.

As a marginalized person, both in fandom and out, you are held to a unique standard that does not apply to other human beings around you. It makes doing what you love very difficult, because unfortunately as a marginalized person, people will always subconsciously side with the person trying to oppress or attack you. This has happened to me my entire life, from school to work spaces to even internet spaces claiming to be safe places.

People will say that they care about you and like you and even form a friendly bond with you, but the moment a person of privilege decides they do not like you very much, they can and will side with the other person even without proof of their issues with you. It's exhausting and ruins lives in places that should be fun and safe.

I am on my umpteenth experience with this exact cycle and I would be lying if I said it didn't make me feel like I couldn't live or breath in places I should be allowed to be involved in. It's a very real problem that refuses to end because no one has the courage to challenge it. I am speaking not only on my own experiences, but for the many other people of color or queers or disabled people who simply cannot join these so called "safe spaces" because of our identities conflicting with people who have been taught that we are lesser and not worth love or care.

If this is a problem you face, please know that I see you and I love you. It's hard to keep surviving in a world that wants to hurt you and leaves you abandoned and alone. I want you to know that the world is scary, but we all exist. You should be allowed to experience joy and fun without feeling like you're being suffocated and wanting to die.

You matter. The people around you that make you feel like you don't are nothing by comparison. You matter and I truly hope that we'll one day find each other and become the safe space that we deserve.

The marginalized people in your fandom are more important than your fictional characters and plotlines that you put above us. We're here and we're not leaving. Learn to live with us and protect us.

If we're truly your friends, you would care when your privileged "friends" want to remove us.

Additionally, please do not take this rant and make it only about white people who are part of these marginalized categories. This is a post about EVERYONE. Including the people of color around you. Do not remove us from this conversation. Care about ALL OF US if you support this at all. Thank you.

[inkskinned]

the rise of AI art isn't surprising to us. for our entire lives, the attitude towards our skills has always been - that's not a real thing. it has been consistently, repeatedly devalued.

people treat art - all forms of it - as if it could exist by accident, by rote. they don't understand how much art is in the world. someone designed your home. someone designed the sign inside of your local grocery store. when you quote a character or line from something in media, that's a line a real person wrote.

"i could do that." sure, but you didn't. there's this joke where a plumber comes over to a house and twists a single knob. charges the guy 10k. the guy, furious, asks how the hell the bill is so high. the plumber says - "turning the knob was a dollar. the knowledge is the rest of the money."

the trouble is that nobody believes artists have knowledge. that we actively study. that we work hard, beyond doing our scales and occasionally writing a poem. the trouble is that unless you are already framed in a museum or have a book on a shelf or some kind of product, you aren't really an artist. hell, because of where i post my work, i'll never be considered a poet.

the thing that makes you an artist is choice. the thing that makes all art is choice. AI art is the fetid belief that art is instead an equation. that it must answer a specific question. Even with machine learning, AI cannot make a choice the way we can - because the choices we make have always been personal, complicated. our skills cannot be confined to "prompt and execution." what we are "solving" isn't just a system of numbers - it is how we process our entire existence. it isn't just "2 and 2 is 4", it's staring hard at the numbers and making the four into an alligator. it's rearranging the letters to say ow and it is the ugly drawing we make in the margin.

at some point, you will be able to write something by feeding my work into a machine. it will be perfectly legible and even might sound like me. but a machine doesn't understand why i do these things. it can be taught preferences, habits, statistical probability. it doesn't know why certain vowels sound good to me. it doesn't know the private rules i keep. it doesn't know how to keep evolving.

"but i want something to exist that doesn't exist yet." great. i'm glad you feel creative. go ahead and pay a fucking artist for it.

this is all saying something we all already knew. the sad fucking truth: we have to die to remind you. only when we're gone do we suddenly finally fucking mean something to you. artists are not replicable. we each genuinely have a skill, talent, and process that makes us unique. and there's actual quiet power in everything we do.

[tiiramisu-cake]

jujutsu kaisen has run out of main characters and side characters so now gege is bringing out characters from the prequel to fight against sukuna ... then what? is the bakery girl gonna come out next?

[hsr-writing]

kinktober - day thirty one - hunter/prey

blade x reader, nsfw, minors dni. biting, blood mentioned, aftercare

Your heart is racing as you sprint through the streets, ignoring the few people out this late. You give a flash of a smile and a wave to a guard patrol as you race by them, and you're pleased when they laugh and wave back.

Good. You wouldn't want the chase ended by some well meaning strangers.

Your lungs are starting to burn, so you veer from the streets and down several alleyways. You haven't seen Blade since you started running, but you know he's around, and now you can hear heavy footsteps.

You grin and start heading towards an area of the city you know is empty, that Blade had scouted out earlier in the day. He's sweet, your Blade. Possessive enough that he doesn't want anyone else to see you, even when he's hunting you down through the city.

The area he's herding you into leads into a preserve, and you grin as you dart off of the main road, twisting through the smaller paths until you can't see the road anymore. You know exactly where you're headed as you leave the path, and you giggle as the feeling of being hunted suddenly intensifies.

You swear you can feel the brush of fingers against your arm as you dart to the side, making your heart race with excitement. You can't risk looking back, but you can hear the heavy beat of his footsteps, the snarl when you veer just out of reach.

It's actually an accident when he catches you.

A root catches your foot when you're not expecting it, Blade's weight slams against your back, and down you both go.

You hiss as you hit the ground, Blade's teeth already digging into the crook of your neck as he drops his full weight onto you, holding you down.

It's tempting to fight, but Blade's teeth in your neck, the bruising strength of his hands on your wrists... You go limp under him, submitting as he snarls wordlessly.

-------

You moan as Blade slides his cock along your wet folds, using the head of his cock to push his cum back inside you. He's got you pinned against the ground, your hips pulled up for him to fuck into like an animal.

He came so quickly once he got his cock inside you, making your skin burn as you blushed, realizing just how worked up chasing you got him. Your fingers dig into the dirt and moss under you as he finally pushes his cock inside you again, mouthing wet kisses up your shoulder.

He'd snarled, loud and threatening, when you'd tried to push yourself up and it was enough to send you shuddering back into submitting. Your Blade is a man of few words most of the time, but this? Oh, this.

Divine.

Blood slowly drips down your shoulder from one of his bites, the hot feeling making you keen under Blade, pushing your hips back against his and nearly sobbing on a moan as his cock sinks even deeper.

"Ngh! Blade!"

He growls in response, snapping his his roughly against your ass. His nails dig into your hips, the biting pain making you shudder and squeeze tight around him.

"Mine," he snarls against your jaw, pinning you down further as he presses his weight down on you. He uses the shift in position to slide his hands up your arms until he's holding your hands in his, lacing your fingers together.

It's so sweet it makes you whine, your heart racing at the intimacy of the action. He knows you love it, knows it always makes you blush and melt for him. His hands squeeze yours and you shudder.

Somehow, your orgasm takes you by surprise, leaves you crying out in shock and pleasure as your vision goes white. Pleasure rocks through you, the way Blade fucks you through it extending it until you're whimpering under him.

There are tears in your eyes when you open them again. Blade's thrusts have turned desperate and erratic as he groans, low and rumbling in your ear. He moans your name against your ear, then he bites and comes inside you a second time.

-------

You're wrapped in Blade's arms when you pull yourself from subspace, your head tucked under his chin as he cradles you close. You're still in the woods, but the has long set, the chill of night muted by the blanket wrapped around you both.

You press a gentle kiss against his throat, smiling against his skin when he shivers. You wonder if you can convince him to carry you back to your little rented apartment, only to realize you don't have to when his arms tighten slightly around you.

He's sweet, your Blade, and he'll never let you go.

[followthebluebell]

I don't want to say anything TOO quickly, but it's very likely that Q will be adopted out. c: He's been here almost a year. He's probably juuust about at his first birthday.

Ever since he was brought here, one of my clients has been VERY interested in adopting him, but Q's severe health issues held him back. But it's been quite a long time since he's had any health episodes, so we're all feeling more comfortable letting him find his forever family.

He'll be with us for a few more weeks because their current cat is recovering from surgery, but fingers crossed he'll adapt well to having a new little brother.

[delta-piscium]

the inherent intimacy of lighting your cigarettes with the same flame etc

(click for better quality + still version under the cut)

been procrastinating writing by trying to learn digital art so have this, will return to regular scheduling of rambly HC posts and occasional fics soon