#Make this artist famous

[hiding-under-the-willow]

I had a dream last night involving this silly ass Mumbo Jumbo plushie and he was so incredible that I had to immediately wake up and draw him so that he may be immortalized

I feel like it's important to note that he's definitely supposed to be one of those little plushies you clip to your bag but he's like twice the size that any of them should be. He was $60 and I bought him immediately upon seeing him.

[zaerxa]

losers (I miss them)

[nellasbookplanet]

Mentioning Tusk Love and the potential of other independent stories set in Exandria reminded me of an old discord conversation about how they could Fix the courting of the crick for publishing (seeing as it's canonically a Bad Book due to being super dry and also racist towards drow) without breaking canon:

Rename it 'The Courting of the Kryn - a Reimagining of the Classic Story, by Jester Lavorre'

Present it as an in-universe fanfic-ish rewrite. There's a foreword where 'Jester' elaborates on the inaccuracies of the original, the impact the story had on her, and the importance of Dynasty-Empire relations. There's an acknowledgement section where she thanks Caleb and Beau as 'consultants on Empire culture', as well as an unnamed/under fake name/clearly Essek as an 'expert on the Luxon, dunamancy and Dynasty culture'. All his information on spy networks is eerily accurate and has his former co-workers scrambling. (He makes her keep all the dry historical accounts, but now it's accurate (with added dick-related puns)). She mentions that she reached out to the Bright Queen who reluctantly (after 5 messages in a row) gave some pointers. In her frantic research she possibly made some breakthroughs on the nature on the Luxon that has Essek reeling (there's a 'further reading' section where she lists the academic paper he wrote building on her discoveries and an entire list of the sources her consultants used).

For extra fun and meta-ness, include footnotes where she comments on things she changed/removed from the original and why, how various scenes may have been inspired by a real life couple or events, etc. Some of the footnotes are written by her consultants. Caleb and Essek get into arguments on dunamancy theory which is actually thinly veiled flirting. There's anatomically accurate drow sex (it's unclear whether the consultant was Essek or Caleb or possibly a certain brother, who was also consulted on Dynasty military practices).

[srslylini]

has anyone figured out yet why basically every episode of Arcane season 2 started out like we were in a musical?

Episode one, Caitlyns mom with "I can't hear it now"

Episode two, with Silco, Jinx and "Sucker"

Episode three, Caitlyn, Vi and the rest of the Enforcers with "Hellfire"

Episode four, Jinx as her symbol with "Paint the town blue"

Episode five, Vi's montage with "Cocktail Molotov"

I'm pretty sure the sixth and eighth episodes are the only ones that don't start out with a song.

Episode seven, Ekko with "Open Your Eyes"

Episode nine, Jinx with "Wasteland"

what was this? Most of those were so pointless and took away from the scene and time that was necessary for other stuff??? I'm pretty sure in season 1 the only episode that started out with a song was episode 7, and it was good. It made sense. This? is just weird.

Was there a reason for this? What were they trying to accomplish???? Because most songs imo in itself are genuinely good but also imo served no purpose, or little to none.

[baroqueghoul]

“ They didn't... recognize me at first but then, they thought I was you. ”

Made a plushie of Michael to match alongside the plushies of William and Henry that I’ve made recently !! ( and of course I gave him a mullet ) 🦊

[gen4grl]

a nap in the sun

[rhymeswithumbrella]

you know what really pisses me off? so many people acting like he is the worst person out there and no one will miss him. A LOT of people are grieving now and missing him including people that these people supposedly follow and care about. liam was not the supervillain people wanted him to be. he was messed up and did messed up things likely because of what happened to him. this conversation deserves so much more nuance than people are giving it. and maybe it’s too early to have this conversation now but it’s helping me process and grieve so i’m really writing this for me. people are complex and doing bad things doesn’t make you a bad person or someone worthy of death without being given the chance to make things right. and another thing, it is SO hypocritical to make fun of him and look down on him like he’s the ultimate Bad Guy meanwhile i bet every single person you have ever admired in the spotlight has likely also done bad things or at least things you wouldn’t be proud of. fame is an illness and it can cause people to harm others because they were hurt themselves. human beings are a culmination of everything that they’ve been through and everything they’ve done. he is not only the bad things he’s done and it’s okay and normal to grieve him as a whole person, because he was one.

[assassin-artist]

half assed joke i needed to get out of my head

[greenlaut]

they’re in love your honor

[honeyglas]

Diver of Ilkwood’s Maiden

“It’s always been this– the cacophony of violence in nature, parasitic. Worms crawling into fish-tongues, whales’ carcass bloated against the black-sand shores. Ilkwood’s maidens never living past two decades, withering in summer like hornbeams. His late uncle’s death-rattle, the husk of his skeleton pressed between the space in the walls. Home; from the moment he’d opened his eyes his mother had cradled him to her chest, the first of all four siblings. And against her bosom he gurgled blood, seaweed, and youth, and she’d still held him, praising the heavens for her miracle. But, as is the natural course of things, not a soul cared. His father had two heirs; a warrior born of mismatched requiem and a clandestine abbess, the third dead four winters before Diver. Drowned by the currents, pulled by the waves like a dying embrace, and never buried– as were the customs of house Ilkwood, of Southstone, for the dead were only given the grace of entombment if they’d died worthy. And his brother was never that, a crooked leech weaning off his mother’s poison and his father’s endless trade. What is a fourth child? A lusting man, a one-night passion, flickering. A wonderless babe in a collision, war-zone, thunderstorm– and yet his mother had given him her milk, her love, her embrace. Diver of Ilkwood’s Maiden was a forgotten hour, yes, but he was loved for it, for he had given the lady of the fortress an excuse to forsake her husband’s company for his.”

[kazoolol]

Death’s embrace

[ch3rryc0sm0z]

Gotta pay the cost to be the MO$$

2025 mood board

[amygdalae]

im always seeing paintings posted on here attributed to caspar david friedrich that are clearly not his style or ai generated or something. why do u need to do that his real paintings were all really good i promise just post those

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

You know how you look up to someone and how someone looks up to you? Okay, now make it g/t

Lemme explain via example: Imagine a writer who types all their stories on their computer. Maybe they share them online maybe they are way too nervous to do that, and just keep it a secret hobby. Anyway, one day they leave their desk to do something only to come back and notice that their writing document moved to a different page, and their computer didn’t fall asleep like it usually did. This confuses them but they brush it off, telling themselves that maybe they were faster than normal and maybe accidentally moved the page.

However, it keeps happening. Each day they walk away for a moment or even longer, their computer never falls asleep and is on a completely different page. This starts to freak them out. So, they decide to walk away and then sneak back as quietly as possible. When they peek their head inside, they see a tiny little person at their computer, just staring at the screen. The writer watches as the tiny continues to read their story, and that’s when they realize, they’re reading the writer’s story. They walk in, spooking the tiny. The tiny is in shock, they can’t tell if it’s just fear of being seen or getting the chance to actually talk to the writer whose work they adore, perhaps a mix of both. Maybe the tiny gets overwhelmed and before the writer can ask the classic “What are you” question, the tiny burst into a bunch of questions about the story the writer is writing. The writer taken aback by this, just awkwardly answers them and tries to ask them a question only for the tiny to continue asking questions. Eventually the tiny remembers that “Oh right… I’m not supposed to be seen…” and cautiously asks if the writer is upset with them and whether they will hurt them. The wrier assures them that they are mad and won’t hurt them and are honestly glad that their computer wasn’t hacked or there was a ghost or something. Also, how could the writer ever hurt their biggest…well smallest fan?

Maybe they build a friendship where the tiny helps the writer with ideas and getting over those writing hurdles. Hell, maybe the tiny even was inspired by the writer and tried writing their own story and shares it with the writer. Maybe the writer gains the confidence to share their stories online or even publish their work all because one little person loved their work. Perhaps the tiny, with the help of the writer, shares their own stories while hiding their identity as a tiny from everyone. So many possibilities! Just tiny little fans, forgetting they should probably focus on not being seen and not “What is Character’s favorite thing to do when they are bored?” Like sweetheart probably not the best time, but go for it.

[mvxyy]

WHY DO I KEEP ON CHANGING ART STYYLLLESS🙁🩷

anywys HERES MORE ZIM AGAIN

0_’o

[chellodello]

In a mirrored world are you beside me? All my life, D̶̛̝͇̬̰̥̼͓͙́͗̍̆̉̿͠i̶͉͖͎͉͔̖̜͑͑͛̏̈́̽s̸͙̰̏̓t̴̛͔͖̤̤̯̆̓̉̃́̄͘͘o̷̻̻͖͓̩̩̩̓̃̓͑̐͋̽͝r̴͈̞͋͆̈́̂̐̓̄t̶͕̜͖̭̤̜̖̓͛̉̽̍i̸̱̩̻̜̯̭̱͗͆͑o̶̖̯̪͊̀̈͆ņ̶͓̼̱̭͖͓̣͐̉̈́̂͆͠