#but im probably not going to

[blabberoo]

Idk what au im cooking.. but Im cooking..

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[evgar]

decided to redraw and improve this silly thing i did two years ago

here's the two compared like damn the colors on the first what was that 😭

[tawnysoup]

The one eyed Siffrin Wink™

[autumn-may]

Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience

[haemosexuality]

one step closer to being real

[newttxt]

leashes for zosan

[deep-space-lines]

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. I'M FINALLY FREE

UNTIL FRAUD COMES OUT

Tumblr shrinks it down pretty bad so please. please. I am begging you. look at the full sized image and zoom in. This art piece made my friends worried for my mental health I need someone to witness the amount of detail and effort I put into this

also the original sketch under the cut bc I think comparing them is really funny

[spiralling-spires]

Being jurgen leitner the day that gerry almost killed him was probably really surreal. Imagine you’re minding your business, collecting fucked up books, and out of nowhere this goth guy covered in eye tattoos shows up and beats you half to death, then stops, goes, “no you’re too pathetic to be jurgen leitner” and leaves without further elaboration. And you dont correct him, you like being alive after all, and after that you just… continue with your life. And then several years later you tell this to some random guy in the tunnels you’ve been hiding in, and he not only knows who the goth was, but seems somewhat fond of the goth. And then you get brutal pipe murdered by the random guy’s boss. Oops

[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.

[albaharu]

Me, reading GTN for the first time, biased for the Gideon POV narration: why everyone is so mean to Gideon why arent they befriending her when she is so cool???

Gideon most of the book:

"Gonna spend my time not talking and standing in the shadows full in black"

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[kvothbloodless]

Alright, final results when you exclude the votes for confused and see results, and then add up the overlapping categories (i.e. to see what percent of people would pull the lever if they were chooser B, I added up the number of votes for "only if I were chooser b", "if i were B, C, D, E", and "if i were any chooser", then divided by 203 (the number of voters left after removing confused and uncaring voters)).

The percent of people who would pull the lever if they were Chooser A is 12.81%.

For Chooser B, it's 10.84%.

For Chooser C it's 15.27%.

For Chooser D it's 33%.

And for Chooser E it's also 33%.

8.87% of people said they would always pull the lever, and 51.23% of people said they would never pull the lever (so 48.77% said they would pull it in some position.)

All in all, the results are...actually about what I expected. The only thing that really surprised me at all is the number of people who would never pull it, since its probably safe to assume that a good number of people who actually wouldnt pull it ever would still say that they would. The fact that A got slightly higher votes than B doesnt surprise me, but it Is still interesting.

I do wonder whether, if the sample size were much larger, D would have been slightly higher than E, since from a mathematical perspective it's on average slightly worse, or if thats just not an important distinction for anyone to make.

But also this is a tumblr poll with a very small sample size, so these numbers are basically meaningless. Still fun though.

Yet another dumb Trolley Problem (fixed) :)

Plz read all the options before voting.

(Clarification: the green people are only the friends of that chooser, but are always there. For example, the three green people on the 2nd track are friends with only Chooser B; they are strangers to all of the other Choosers.

Also Clarification: All people in the image are always there. This means all the Choosers are always there. If you are, for example, Chooser C, then all of the other Choosers are still in their positions, and are strangers to you. Choosers cannot communicate with each other.)

[ruushes]

my hof was born to be a griffon rider, if they could've given him a griffon at the start of dao the blight would've been over in a week

[dunno-rambles]

what if she was an ex borg drone and you dont like her but you're the best mechanical engineer on the ship and you have to work on the maintenance of the remaining - and most crucial - implants on her body and the monthly check ups are always strangely intimate-

what if