#but hey I made friends

[jellyshoes-fandomfolk]

Isat chatfic pt3

4:34 pm

*MIRABELLE PLUMS added Isabeau, Odile and Petronille*

Petronille: WHAT THE CRAB WAS THAT

MIRABELLE: I don’t know!

Odile: What do we do now?

MIRABELLE: well, first, we need to figure out where the crab he is

Petronille: He ran into the forest.

I think he went past our tents

MIRABELLE: phew, ok should I do it?

Odile: yes.

Petronille: Yeah

Isabeau: ok

MIRABELLE: her goes

*MIRABELLE PLUMS added Siffrin*

Siffrin: I'm sorry

MIRABELLE:We don't want an apology!!!!! How is that the first thing you think of?!

Siffrin: sorry 

Petronille: ok, that doesn't matter where the crab are you?

Siffrin: I don't know

Odile: surroundings?

Siffrin: trees

MIRABELLE: OF COURSE THERE ARE TREES WERE IN A FOREST

siffrin: sorry

MIRABELLE: anything else?

Siffrin: a brick ruin?

Odile: That's something…

Petronille: anything else?

Siffrin: a

Uhh no.

Isabeau: We'll try to find you.

Siffrin: ok…

Petronille: Don’t move around

Siffrin: Ok

MIRABELLE: We love you. Don’t! you! dare! forget! That!

Siffrin: Thanks ilyt

Isabeau: <3

8:31 pm

Star: We should name this gc its just all our names

Mira: Yeah

*Nille renamed the chat to The Bozos + Odile and Mira*

Nille: yeeaa

Star: yeeaa

Isa: Yeeaa

Mira: ?

Nille: Shhhhhhhh

Bonbon: OK

WHAT DID YOU DO FRIN

WHAT WAS THE ADOLTS ONLY TALK

Odile: *adults

Bonbon: ADULTS

Star: I freaked out and ran away

Bonbon: I KOW THAT DUMMY

Star: Ok.. It was because smth reminded me of the loops

Bonbon: so you got flashbacks to the endless school

Star: yeah

Mira: and so they ran off

Bonbon: LIKE A DUMMY

Star: Sorry

Nille: Hold up

*Nille went offline*

Star: WHAT IN THE BLINDING STARS WHY DID NILLE JUST SMACK ME

*Nille came online*

Nille: You deserved that!

Star: WHAT DI I DO

Nille: NO MORE APOLOGIES

Star: OK???? STARS ABOVE WOMAN CALM DOWN

Mirabelle: :0

Isa: What

Mira: Theres. A rat

Inside my room

Bonbon: COOK IT

Star: Im coming

Nille: ???????????????

Star: Mira is it threatening you

Mira: A little? Im scared of rats so…

Star: IM GOING TO MURDER IT

Mira: Thank you

Star: I WILLNOT LET IT HARM YOU OK

Mira: Thats not really necessary

Star: I COULDNT CARE LESS

(YOU NEED TO HELP ME FIND THE IBUPROFEN)

*Odile came online*

Odile: second drawer to the left in the bathroom, in the blue box.

*Odile went offline*

Isa: Did she just?

Nille: She just came on to tell us wher the Ibuprofen is wtc?

Isa: yeah…

Nille: thx ig?

8: 37 pm

Isa: Sif? Mira? How are you?

Star: IT RAN AWAY

Mira: They started insulting it

Halfway through it started to sound like they were targeted at themself

Star:  NO COMMENT

Isa: Sif is your capslock stuck again

Star: YES

Isa: Ill be ther in a second

Star: THANK YOU

Nille: that sounds so pathetic

Like you can hear how he said the thank you

Because weve all heard that thank you from him

Mira: That was funnier than it shouldve been

Star: My capslock is offff

Im freeeeee

My cage has been openeddddddd

Isa: Sif ina birdcage….

Bonbon: Birdfrin

Isa: Birdfrin

Mira: Birdfrin

Nille: Birdfrin

*Mira changed Star’s name to Birdfrin*

Birdfrin: WHYYYYYYY

Nille: Better idea

*Nille changed Birdfrin’s name to cats on the stars*

Cats on the stars: :)

Isa: Huh

Mira: Why?

Nille: Hey hes kinda like a cat ok?

Cat + Star obsession = our favourite little guy

Mira: … smart…

Bonbon: Get over here dinners ready losers (Spicy! spaghetti)

Isa: Changeeeeeeee whyyy

Cats on the stars: ill eat it if you dont want it

Isa: well see ok

Nille: Read: I will take two forkfuls and then give it to you silently while staring aggresivly at the table

Mira: hehhe

Nille: hehe (Theyre so)

Mira: Yeah 

Isa: Are you two done making fun of our very serious dilemma

Nille: Boy it is spaghetti get over it 

*Cats on the stars and four other went offline*

[blondie-drawings]

holding space for whatever the hell this is /pt1/pt2/pt3/pt4

[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.

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Bonus:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Welcome to the Dungeons of Fear and Hunger.

[tomcriuse]

Monkey Man 2024 | dir. Dev Patel

[territorial-utopia]

Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 91

 “Elnath Peril Nightingale, I love you but what the fuck.” 

Danny was tired, he was really tired and could really use his partners’ help if they’d stop laughing at him. They were supposed to be lying low, they’d literally hopped to another world specifically to not bring attention to themselves. 

Yet here his darling clone-child was, beaming up at him while also holding the hand of… he isn’t entirely sure what they are except for some sort of undead. Some sort of undead who couldn’t sheath their claws and who had bright yellow eyes currently filled with utter befuddlement. 

 “I made friends! They were on the fire escape and this one was hurt and needs stitches. They have really weird yellow-ecto though…” 

 Ah. Yeah, that did sound kind of concerning. Maybe. Damnit he’d need to call Frostbite. 

[astralmagpie]

Concept: one of the companions chilling with Halsin in bear form just chatting about nonsense

then Halsin walks over

[exclusively0ccupied]

crash imminent

[jackslocket]

IL PREDESTINATO VINCE.

(inspired by @scdria's super awesome monaco poster)

[speed-metal-punk]

Just here to say yes, I am in fact with all the elitists and gatekeepers when it comes to punk. Yeah your DIY sucks, no it's not punk there isn't a single fucking punk band on there, and yes I'm pointing and laughing with my cool ass friends. Get with it or fuck off, we're busy having a good time

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[mblue-art]

late halloweeen dooodleee

[charpim4ever]

cherry Dropping before carti does 💔💔 lowkey crazy….

also..

love yuo my twizzies

(lost 2 followers but we still GOOD)

[noxious-fennec]

Hard sell