#WHEN I HAVE THE ENERGY

[robobrainrot]

I finally fixed my fucking scanner after like 6 months of it mysteriously not working... it just needed a driver update.

Y'all will be getting some traditional art uploads soon

[momentokori]

I actually cannot stop thinking about the Kluzters design

I love it so much and I just came up with it LAST NIGHT

Like I didn't even know what I was doing when I started omg I love it so much

JUST LOOK AT THEM💥💥

HEHE IT'S SUCH A MESS BUT I WANT TO DRAW THEM AGAIN

but I don't have a REASON

Wait

WAIT

[wearily-confused]

yeh ipl wagarah ki daily news dekh kar mera bhi mann kar raha hai ki ek cricket ka crash course karke Mai bhi screen par chill la lun

[theelvishfiddler]

How much will the art books be? Or will that depend on how many people want them (namely, if you have to have a print shop handle them, I assume that’ll raise the price)

The price I have set at the moment is $20 separately or $35 for both volumes. (I think $20 CAD is about $15 USD, but don’t quote me on that).

Yeah, the price might change if I go to a printer for them, but I would love to keep the price consistent with the hand assembled ones.

If I do order them through a print shop, I might combine the two volumes into one book (hopefully keeping the price around $35 CAD). I would love to get them Perfect Bound because that would be So Fancy imo.

[honeymongering]

My phone’s trying to egg me into finishing stuff. 🫣

[7iktor]

sorry this didn't last long but i can't seem to keep this blog logged in on mobile so it's making my ability to be present on here even harder than it already was but i do still have muse for him (+ luther) and he'll be back on my multi @doomdays 💥 continuing threads over there, just @ me in your reply, thank you 🙏

[faithdeans]

oh. well. i just realised i'm gonna die my mother's daughter because she never got to know me as a man

[things-that-are-weezer-blue]

perms to tag you in weezer blue posts?

Of course.

[ramunnae]

RAHH I hate admitting when I'm ill I feel like a little BITCH

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT Text) Happy very, very late Mother's Day!

I am not saying that zuko is sokkas substitute for kya. or they look in any way similar! The whole concept here is that something was happening at the moment, be it how they were laying in bed, how the hair pooled over the pillow, or how sokka was able to hold onto it. It just brought sokka back. It triggered a memory, and suddenly he relived a brief memory. Making him suddenly miss his mother again. hope you enjoy!

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[demi-pixellated]

Werehog...

[xxdigitaldream]

various album covers

[nyancrimew]

can you explain the ai thing to me as though I were a small child I am in fact very stupid and don't understand what the point being made was supposed to be

the point i am trying to make it that ai is fundamentally a labor issue (and just more broadly a capitalism issue) and should be treated as such, any attempts at trying to classify what makes something "not real art" is a slippery slope leading towards fascism and fundamentally irrelevant in the fight against unethical (uses of) AI. the same goes for any attempts at just making copyright laws more strict, this has never helped any independent artists and never will, at best it'll make any sort of derivative art (including fanart, remixes, collages, etc) basically impossible to do unless you're a massive corporation with an unlimited legal budget.

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

(Not) an approved use of the Power Of Friendship

[aethersea]

the question of fic comments is very straightforward actually. readers do not owe writers comments. writers do not owe readers fic. there is no bargain, no transaction, no debt.

fic is a gift. comments are a gift. gifts are exchanged between friends, out of love, not out of obligation.

I write for myself. I post it for others, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. I read for myself. I comment for the author, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. perhaps we were not friends before, but we are now, however fleetingly, because we have given each other gifts out of love.