#always implied……

[hightro]

[artistmarchalius]

Charlie: Well… yellow carnations mean hatred, but all the other flowers mean nice things… so maybe they also mean friendship like yellow roses???

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[lvnesart]

little ones, handle with care <3

[cthulhum]

i lied theres no sex. were gonna sit down and watch supernatural while we analyze the way almost every character is queer coded especially dean

[mikayare]

silly meme redraw

[mugentakeda]

i havent seen 94 in a whole decade

[proxythe]

they are GOOFY not STUPID 🙅

[rillils]

not me casually leafing through some screencaps and randomly realizing that the bartender in catfa also happens to be pre-serum steve's body double, thus making this shot:

the perfect rendition of what steve's before/after pics would have looked like side by side (and steve's leaning over a little, so he's actually slightly taller than that)

and it truly sinking in how fucking nuts it must have been for bucky to see THAT when steve found him lying on that table

[darkdragon768]

Your husband still misses you but your aim is getting worse or something.

Bonus:

[dragonpyre]

Batman: and this is my precious son

Red Hood: FUCK you

Batman: he bites sometimes but we still love him

[stil-lindigo]

scorched earth.

a comic about a princess who died in a fire.

(this is a sequel to bite of winter, a comic about Snow and what became of her after her death.)

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creative notes:

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all my other comics

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[bowenoke]

not a real hc i have abt the watchers its just that the sentence "the watchers top surgeried grian" is so so funny to me.

I was gonna apologize for the accidental horror but I did remember that this is the story where they beat each other to death so like

[sabh0]

My roman empire is that custom-made badge Dazai has sewn inside Chuuya's jacket after the Lovecraft fight

[hausdellamorte]

rook and lucanis make go crazy i swear

rook is the first kind voice he's heard in a year and they're here for him specifically.

lucanis has spite who he thinks has turned him into someone else to escape their prison meanwhile rook has solas actively turning them into someone he needs to escape his prison

lucanis flirted with viago by giving him a knife and the first thing rook grabs for him is a knife... with wyvern nonetheless.

lucanis is trapped in the fade with his past regrets and sorrows and fears keeping him there. rook is trapped in the fade with their past regrets and sorrows and fears keeping them there.

lucanis initially fears he never actually escaped the ossuary. rook struggles with accepting that they actually made it out of solas' prison.

rook pulled lucanis out of his prison. lucanis pulls them out of theirs.

lucanis kills ghilan'nain, mother of monsters. rook kills elgar'nan, god of vengeance.

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[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.