#but i'm no snob

[burntpink]

endless blue ∘˙•˚.○

[mlarayoukai]

There is no "other" or "I like both equally!" or "I don't watch anime/kdramas/anything in a language I don't understand/etc", pick one or leave

[nipuni]

Some Erik sketches from this morning 😊

[nectar-cellar]

monika morris makeover 🥺

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

there is no moral value in reading fast and there's also no moral value in reading slowly. people who read slowly aren't automatically/necessarily reading more thoroughly and thoughtfully than people who read quickly, and at the same time reading is not a race. some people read fast because that's how their brains work; some people read slowly because that's how THEIR brains work. some fast readers are getting deep into analysis and close reading and some slow readers are just along for the ride and not thinking too hard. these are both equally valid and valuable ways of engaging with books

and nobody should shame anybody else for reading slowly but also if i see one more post that suggests people who read quickly only read meaningless garbage (your elitism is showing btw) and lack reading comprehension, i will start blocking people. it's just bullshit, and it's weird judgy bullshit at that. some people have jobs in books where reading hundreds of books a year is part of it. some people are academics. some people are bedridden or isolated and trust me you get through a lot of books when you're stuck in your room alone for days. and some people love the books you consider garbage and they're just having fun passing the time with light fiction that isn't too brain intensive and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that either, because reading can be a form of relaxation and doesn't always have to be an ~intellectual challenge~ to be worth doing, actually

[astracora]

MC staying at Sylus' base one day, singing to themselves in the kitchen, making a drink maybe, just minding their own business. Little Mephie perched nearby as he is prone too.

Suddenly a warmth at their back as Sylus just stands there, staring down at them, face not BLANK but an emotion they don't really understand. He's not touching them, he's just there, staring, when they falter with their song, stopping out of curiousity, maybe worry.

Small flicker of a frown, a waver in deep red eyes. 'Don't stop'.

So they nudge him over to stand nearby so they feel a little less bug under a microscope, and haltingly continue, humming again before they re-find the rhythm and resume singing away, smiling to themselves and smiling at Sylus when he brokenly hums along trying to pick up the flow. Maybe he joins in properly, maybe he doesn't because this is the first time he's heard them sing in years and years.

A settling in the chest, doesn't matter the song, but as they smile at him and he hums along, he feels soothed like a tranquil lake.

[carrotcouple]

"You did not,"

Atsushi stops as he's pouring tea over his rice. He sees Ryuu standing in the doorway of his room, wearing one of his larger pajama shirts and long soft pants. He doesn't like too much of his skin exposed but Atsushi observes with a pleased feeling in his gut that the hickeys stand out on the visible part of his collar bones.

"I did not what?" Atsushi asks.

"You just used my new high brand sencha for that abominable bowl that you call food." Ryuu looks very put off.

"It's tea over rice. I need tea and all your tea is high end." Atsushi points out.

Ryuu frowns.

"It's what tea is for," Atsushi continues.

"This is grounds for divorce," Ryuu says.

Atsushi stares at him.

"We're not married," Atsushi says.

"We could have been," Ryuu says. "But now, no longer."

Atsushi is in love with him. He's going to marry this stupid man.

"Get over here and eat this abominable thing that isn't food with me," Atsushi laughs.

"I will not. You have most likely made it sloppily and incorrectly. I already know you did not make the tea correctly." Ryuu crosses his arms.

"Then you should teach me how to make it correctly," Atsushi suggests.

"Why should I learn how to make food, that I don't eat, for you?" Ryuu looks confused.

"You won't?" Atsushi pouts.

"Are you a child?" Ryuu scoffs.

"You're the one that picked me," Atsushi says and watches in delight as Ryuu starts to walk into the kitchen.

"And I wonder why every day," Ryuu says, taking the teapot from Atsushi's fingers. "I can tell you burnt the tea."

"Then I should make my partner make his perfect tea for me," Atsushi smiles.

"Shut up," Ryuu puts a finger to Atsushi's lips and lifts the lid of the teapot to smell the contents. "You are correct, I would rather make tea for you than have you burn perfectly good sencha."

"Are we getting married then?" Atsushi teases.

"I'm not marrying someone who can't make decent tea," Ryuu sniffs.

"I'll have to learn then," Atsushi smiles.

[kov-nyn]

Obi-Wan watching with morbid fascination as Cody puts a mug of water in the space microwave.

Obi-Wan: ...What are you doing?

Cody: I'm making tea?

Obi-Wan: Oh, dear... Do you know what temperature the water is?

Cody: Um...hot?

Obi-Wan: Oh, darling, no...

[royalarchivist]

Maxo: I haven't received an answer. Is there no one else on the island? Is it only us and The Federation?

How are we going to find answers about this mysterious island? This island, with a challenging but beautiful landscape, has pushed us to find out what hides in its depths.

With each sunrise our hopes to find life signs beyond our little community vanish... leaving a void in our souls. This is the story of people obligated to stay on an island looking for answers and a path or the truth... in the midst of an enigma that seems endless.

As days pass by, our courage and determination are being tested by the challenges of the island revealing secrets that threaten our view of reality.

The members of the Federation, an enigmatic and almighty organization, seem to be the only ones who possess any information about this place.

But their intentions and loyalty-

[Subscriber TTS plays]

Silence!

But their intentions and loyalty are questionable. Will they guide us to the truth? Or will they guide us further into the abyss of the unknown?

[chalkrub]

(probably) final batch of doodles! and they're actually doodles this time

garrot for @celestriakle

panny for @falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand

celeste for @grox-empire

teo for @boymosss

margolia for @shanghai-ohmy

sage for microchipt who tumblr will not let me tag!

funney aminals in hats for @pookabagi @nixie-noo and @babayanska

had to do a lot of headshots towards the end but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless :^)

[lurking-latinist]

I'm reading a mediocre, rather melodramatic novel from the 1880s--family scandals, secret heirs, all that sort of thing. There's two cousins, Georgina and Lucy. Georgina is married, Lucy isn't; Lucy gets pregnant, and they pass off the baby as Georgina's, to everyone, even her husband (he was out of the country). They name him Lucius. Later Georgina has a child of her own. They name him George. I don't think these people are very good at keeping secrets.

[awonawilonaa]

Just started Crimson Rivers at 4am because I'm sick (and a masochist apparently). Wish me luck !

"Puisse le sort vous être favorable" and all that shit I guess...

[the-herdier]

Headcanon: Daniil has a good singing voice. He's taken lessons, too. He's a tenor.

[eightyonekilograms]

Every Frame a Painting is back!!!

[alchemistc]

You're an incredible fic writer and I wish I could write you something that you would enjoy.

Thank you!

Here's the thing. Write. Write write write, and then write some more. Every reader is going to enjoy different things. I will admit I'm a fucking snob when it comes to style, so even a lot of published stuff gets five paragraphs out of me before I decide whether to keep going. But writing is a muscle you can hone however you want. You wanna be verbose and dig into details? Lift some weight reading prose you enjoy. Are you aiming for brevity? Read some lyrics, some poetry, dig in there and really see what parts stand out to you that make 20 words feel like a novel.

Write shit that makes you so incandescently angry you title it GARBAGE HEAP DO NOT LOOK. (In five years go back to it and see how much is salvageable)

Write something that makes you weep, or laugh, or even just smile to yourself because you know, you KNOW it's gonna hit someone right in the solar plexus.

Use your own hobbies as jumping off points. Use your interests as heavy handed metaphor.

All I can say for sure is if you wanna write, you gotta... actually write. Sometimes I heed this advice myself, sometimes not. Sometimes I think something in particular is gonna hit and it doesn't. Sometimes I do something I don't even realize that has people pounding on my metaphorical door to yell at me.

Write for you, first and foremost, and then go from there.

♥️

tell me something on anon you'd never say off anon

[rattanwhip]

hi! I hope it’s okay to ask, but what program/brushes did you use for your latest splatoon post? :]c i love the texture and lineart!!

Thank you!

The majority of it was done with a brush called "The Pixeliest" that appears to no longer be on the Clip Studio Asset store, but as far as I can tell it's just a basic round binary brush with the "post correction" setting set to 2. (If you don't use CSP, you can get the same effect from any round binary brush with no pen pressure or stabilizer.)

The fluff on Pearl's robe is the default CSP tone scraping brush, and the hearts/diamonds are from this brush set (one of my favorites, it's so cute)