#They make me lose if every time

[doodle17]

me leaving the theatre playing the Bendy Movie, after Alice punches Bendy in the arm and says "That's for almost getting us killed!" *kisses him* "... and that's for saving me~" and Bendy says "Wooo Boy! Hey? Why the long faces eh? Let's get some music playing In here!" *build our machine by DA Games starts playing*

[lotus-pear]

partners in crime or smt idk

[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.

[h0estar]

every now and then i look back on this GIF i have of nalu during tartaros arc and cry about how this particular scene alone solidifies the beauty of their relationship (natsu holding lucy's hand gently in the face of chaos and panic did wonders to my heart)

[puppppppppy]

so a few things

my brother and i have our rooms facing each other he recently got a mood light installed and he can change the color his favorite color is purple

which would normally be. FINE but every time i walk to my room its just been this

[tizeline]

You mentioned wanting art requests for the sep au-- how about casey jr staring at mikey trying to figure out what the heck happened to Master Michelangelo to make him so different from his younger self? If you want to, ofc.

Love your art!!

LMAO no but literally, in the bad future Mikey and Donnie ended up growing really close, and he was always really kind and caring towards CJ too. So seeing this younger Mikey act so hostile towards both Donnie and CJ himself is WEIRD! (Don't worry, they all start bonding after the invasion is dealt with)

And CJ's design in the AU is mostly the same as in canon, the only real change is the mask. I'm still figuring out the details of the bad timeline, but basically Leo dies first lol, then Donnie dies, and then Raph and Mikey are both alive until the moment they send CJ back into the past. So because of that, in this AU Leo isn't CJ's sensei, but rather Raph! Also I'm probably gonna keep Casey Sr alive a lot longer too so she also has more of a presence in CJ's life. So with all this in mind, CJ wouldn't paint Leo's stripes on the mask in this AU but rather something based on Raph and/or Casey, so that's why the mask has red eyeliner lol (Casey has red eyeliner, and also red is associated with Raph) I also asked for advice on the mask deisgn from some pals on discord and everyone wanted Mikey's stupid bean eyebrows on the thing so yeah they're there now too XD. After all of that this is the story I ended up coming up with:

Also some of you might've seen a post that circulated around the fandom recently that pointed out the possibility of CJ having a prosthetic hand (here's a link to it) and I love that concept so I'm establishing it as canon in my AU!

[lesliemeyers]

babysitting

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[just-null]

HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)

I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF

Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)

[little aftermath under the cut]

they're so annoying. peace is nonexistent... they're the best ever.

[valtsv]

when a character says "please don't do this" and they're begging: 🥺

when a character says "please don't do this" as a warning:

[m1nktank]

IT'S HIM, HE'S BACK

[mynonclicheblog]

Oh to be 16 with an emotionally controlling boyfriend, taking a late night drive with the hot new guy who just GETS you and has quickly become your best friend, to be building him up and telling him about your future, when the world slows down and he looks at you like THAT

And you look at him like THIS

And you know you shouldn't be here, that you're on the precipice of disaster, but it doesn't matter because you're young and you've never felt so alive and free and understood

[mobius-m-mobius]

Loki + searching for Mobius moments after disaster

[mcintyresmartinis]

M*A*S*H, S3E17, "The Consultant"

[doremimosasol]

SWEATY AFTER A QUIDDITCH GAME, FRUSTRATED AND STORMING INTO YOUR DORM ROOM

YES? YES

[painless-innit-colourful]

this was possibly the best example of the dsmp's on-the-fly storytelling. who could've known Tubbo would end up gaining half of Tommy's inventory in the middle of doomsday? he doesn't even have to say a word. it was amazing