#creativity privilege

[lecoindecachou]

"Creativity challenged"

[utilitycaster]

The "labor is entitled to everything it creates" leaving people's bodies when it comes to artistic works. like yes yes yes you think the artist is the bourgeois class and the real enemy is capitalism and also it's so interesting how so many self-proclaimed white leftists in fandom specifically are going after a field in which it is famously difficult to support yourself and which has stuff that they want for free, instead of like. finance.

[brainrotcharacters]

"get 😠my country's 🇨🇦name out📤 of your 🫵 fucking🖕 mouth😗

and my sword 🗡️

give me that 🤨"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In Regards To Your 2024 Summary:

Holy shit it’s been another year????? The hell?????

Also! Your art style is gorgeous and that being found in 2023 and then refined throughout late 2023 and the entirety of 2024 really shows, as does your growth in panel layouts, perspective, and — as you said — experimentation. If you ever post your animation or video game art I’m looking forward to it.

As cheesy as it sounds, being able to laugh at funny comics and look at all the details of your art really made my 2024 brighter, even when things were hard. Including looking at your older art— it doesn’t need to be new to be enjoyable! I’m glad your art is well loved and it’s a privilege to have been here since the (near) beginning. I hope you take care of yourself in 2025 and beyond!

You and your art bring a lot of people a lot of joy never forget that <3

Thank you so much for keeping up with my art journey throughout these last two years! Two years!!! I am baffled at how that feels both too long and too short!

Admittedly, my art summary didn't manage to capture the fact that I did a lot of comic layouts that I'm really proud of. I also drew more backgrounds and made some very detailed works (*Dungeon Meshi spoilers for these examples*).

The growth is lot more evident when comparing my 'best' comics of 2023 to 2024:

Sometimes the growth is vertical, sometimes it is horizontal - and damn, sometimes it goes out of sight into the Z-plane. But it is always happening!

[clarkthetimed]

Birthday present for @uncontrol-freak!!! A cutesy little fanart of their tentacled outsider au 🥰 (an au that has permanently altered my brain chemistry btw)

Making this into a keychain as well, with plans to send it your way soon, Voidkeeper! Simplified png for the 3d print including my hand-painting plans below the cut:

[that-weird-mime]

Me, about to violently make a Deltafell Yellow Obsessions (DFO). Thanks Aster.

Lots of unhinged rambling below because I have to get this out of my head

Deltafell.. I would like to think it would take place in a bad part of town where the school district and the neighborhood is less taken care of. And thus, the darkworlds are more dangerous and falling apart at the seams literally as a contrast to the town. Instead of being classic RPG roles when you come in, it's kind of similar to zenith forms (just less so) where you take up the form of your obsession.

STARLO HAVING STILL RAN FROM HOME AND HAS BEEN BUNKING AMONGST HIS FRIENDS FOR A WHILE (sometimes catching naps in the streets if they ask him to find his own place because he really doesn't want to face his father after stealing the family gun and running away over something as petty as jealousy and resentment). Idk if his beloved gun would still be a comically large rifle or maybe something as simple as a pistol but he carries it everywhere. The feisty five are hooligans that cause trouble around town to scare people just for the attention and because they can. He smokes now too. Just to look cool. If he were to go to the dark world, I think it would be very hard to convince him to ever come out. Because down there he is somebody and people fear him and he isn't just some petty criminal. He's Shooting Star. (His gun is now also a comically big rifle to show both his need for affection and his bigass ego).

Orion's part of the police force and finds his brother on the streets sometimes. He can bring himself to force him to come home yet. He sometimes leaves gifts in alleyways for his brother and insists he's the one patrolling in that area so someone meaner (Undyne) doesn't find his brother and probably violently force him to go back to somewhere he hates.

Kanako is alive! A bit neglected (not harshly but just a very emotionally distant from her mother) and besties with selectively mute Clover. She finds the creepy music teacher (Dalv, creepy in that he looks like he'd probably eat you) more like a parental figure than her mom.

I'll post art and more info later if I think of more. I love this so much.

[quatregats]

Tell me about la (no-)presa de roses obrianitzada

OH YAY IT'S MY FAVORITE CHILD WHO WILL NEVER BE PUBLISHED <3

Essentially what it says on the tin, this is the attempt on the fortress at Rosas/Roses in Ship of the Line but in the style of Patrick O'Brian, and also an excuse to go down the rabbit hole of Catalan history during this time period. Originally it was this passage which I published here, and I'll post the rewrite of that as well as some unnecessary extra stuff regarding my bestie Joan Clarós because I watched a literal documentary about him made by his descendant, amongst other madness, and I have to do him justice:

They drew up again to the dark, rocky headlands of Cape Creus a few hours before dawn, with bright Saturn setting to the south where the Gulf of Roses and the French battery awaited them. The westerly breeze had died down in the night, and with it the worst of the dry heat that it had carried from inland; but it was humid on the sea without a wind to stir the air, and below decks the atmosphere was almost oppressive. Once they had rounded the Cape, Hornblower had little reason to remain on deck, but there was a distinct restlessness in the air—even the hands, normally drowsy and sullen on the middle watch, stood huddled in little groups on deck, speaking in hushed voices.

“You had better sleep, sir,” Bush said; the two of them had stayed up on the quarterdeck to watch the Sutherland’s progress. “There’s nothing left for it until we make the rendezvous. Gerard can manage.”

Hornblower had not been able to argue with him, and had gone below, but he had not gone to sleep, only shrugged off his coat and sat down at his desk to look at the faded and stained chart which had been sitting there for weeks; finally the marine on the deck above him rang out five muffled bells and he heard the soft chorus of “All’s well” outside his door. A minute later, Polwheal knocked gently and entered with a basin of tepid water and a towel, and he got up to dress and shave.

“Caligula’s already there, sir,” Gerard said, as he took his place on the quarterdeck again. “Pluto’s lagging behind, but I reckon she’ll catch up eventually.” He looked grim and serious.

Hornblower nodded in acknowledgement. “Thank you, Mr. Gerard.”

“I’ll call all hands so we can begin to bring up the shot from the hold, sir.”

“If you please.”

A moment later, the bosun could be heard piping hammocks, and the sound of several hundred feet, several hundred whispering voices, several hundred moving bodies, floated up from below. The faint land breeze picked up slightly, and overhead, the splendor of the Milky Way, a celestial echo of the path that they would be taking come morning, dulled with the hint of dawn. Another body came up and joined Hornblower at the taffrail.

“Sky’s clear, sir. And the land breeze is blowing. You’ll have good weather, at least.” Bush, freshly shaved and dressed, followed his captain’s gaze out across the water towards where the faint outline of the Pyrenees fell into the sea. “Likely a trifle hot, though.”

“It’ll mean that you’ll have a good breeze to cut back around the cape, then,” Hornblower replied, staring absently. “You’ll make better time than we have tonight.” Bush hummed quietly in response. The two stood for a minute in silent contemplation before turning to watch as the first load of shot came up from the hold.

“Quiet there, you damn lubbers—” “—if you don’t watch where you’re going—” “—let it fall, the captain’ll kill you, you know how he gets…” But now the crate was up on deck, and the man was delivered from whatever terrible consequences he had been about to be sentenced to. Another crate of shot came up, and then another; the marine rang six bells and there was another quiet “All’s well” in response; the blackness of night turned slowly to the grey darkness before dawn. The Caligula was no longer a white speck in the distance, gliding into full view as they rounded the point.

“By the mark seven, by the mark six,” came the soft song of the leadman, and when they had made anchor, Bolton’s gig came across to greet them. The easy-going captain had a somber expression on his round, ruddy face as he joined Hornblower in his cabin, where the latter had been taking his coffee.

“Pluto will be here within the hour,” Hornblower said. “Shall I have my steward send for another cup?”

“Please.”

Polwheal did not need to be asked; he had already disappeared from the cabin. Outside there was the sound of the last keg of powder being heaved up from the hold, muffled oaths and a quiet thud before the men began to make their way down to the mess to quickly take their biscuits and tea.

“You’ve made good time,” Bolton said, just as Polwheal returned with the cup of coffee. He thanked him and took a gulp, some of the color returning to his face, then set down the cup with some force on the table. “I just wish the same could be said for that scrub of an admiral.”

“I’m sure he’ll be here presently. Your men are ready, I presume?”

“We’ll be in the water at the drop of a pin, all he has to do is give us the signal.”

“Good.” Hornblower took a measured sip of his coffee and glanced once again at the map, his eyes fixed on the dot which marked the fortress at Rosas.

Bolton paused, then shook his head. “I’m sorry that you’re bearing the brunt of the bloody fool’s nonsense; he ought to remember you’ve added several hundred pounds to his coffers.” He fixed Hornblower with a conspiratorial look, as if giving Hornblower permission to let out his flood of complaints, but Hornblower merely took another measured sip.

“The situation is what it is, Captain Bolton.”

“It damn well shouldn’t be.” Bolton cleaned off the dregs of his cup and set it down on the table. “But if you’re resigned to it, then I won’t interfere. I should return to my ship and see if the infamous villain’s arriving. Best of luck—give ’em hell for us, at least.” He got up, patted Hornblower amiably on the shoulder, and made his way out the door.

It was just as well he did, because the flagship anchored alongside them soon after that, and Hornblower returned to deck, the coffee having done away with what little tiredness he had felt before. It was light enough that every man on deck could make out the signal to lower the boats, although Hornblower dutifully waited for Vincent, the signal midshipman, to read it off before he gave the orders. There was a series of quiet splashes as the first boats touched down, the seamen hissing to each other as they loaded them with powder and shot. The carronades proved stubborn beasts, and at one moment there was a sudden cry as one of the Caligulas had his toe crushed by the gun’s unsteady rolling in the small launch; but the ensuing hushed silence was met with nothing more than the sounds of seagulls across the cove, and the work eventually resumed.

“Boat’s ready, if you please, sir,” Brown called up softly, and Hornblower took one last look at the Sutherland before making his way towards the ladder. He had only just swung himself down the side when he felt someone loom over him, and a calloused hand covered his.

“Good luck, sir,” Bush said.

“Thank you, Bush,” Hornblower replied softly, and they exchanged a brief look before Bush let go his hand and allowed him to make his way down to the boat where Brown was waiting to row him ashore.

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In the muted dawn light, the cove was all muddled yellows and greys, the sandy bottom clearly visible, the little beach tucked between harsh, imposing outcroppings of volcanic rock. Villena was there to meet him, looking drowsy but with a hint of interest in his hazel eyes at the activity of the boats, which were being unloaded with a remarkable efficiency; already a pile of munitions had been tucked into the folds of the rocks. With Villena was an older man, perhaps fifty or sixty years of age, with greying hair and a sharp gaze, dressed in Spanish military uniform.

“I have the honor of presenting to you Colonel Juan Clarós, of the Figueras Migueletes,” Villena said in Spanish.

“A pleasure to meet you at last, sir,” Clarós said, extending a hand. He spoke Spanish with an accent so thick that Hornblower struggled to understand him, and his handshake was firm, businesslike.

“Equally, sir. Have you any word from Rovira?”

“He has raised the call from here to Olot, and with any luck he will join us before noon. But come, with the guns and your men we will certainly be able to give a good blow to the Frogs.”

The guns were rolled up onto the beach with great effort, then attached to ropes so they might be hauled up the narrow path. There were not enough mules; the men looked displeased at the suggestion that they might have to act as beasts of burden, but there was nothing to be done. Slowly, the procession began to make its laborious way up the slope, the sailors slipping on the scree as they strained to pull the carronades after them. It would be several miles of this to Roses, Hornblower thought unhappily.

[escapeoclock]

To be poor.

Sauce:

(1) Apothecary Diaries

(2) We Couldn't Become Adults

[officalverse-ideas-offical]

opinions-offical

you have 2 options.

-post opinions but they are the most objectively wrong opinions possible. like. 'which kind of jelly is best on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? pickle jelly. obviously.'

-posts 'opinions' but they are literally just the most obvious facts, especially on subjects people have strong opinions. 'pineapple pizza is just pineapple on pizza.' or just random fun facts that people might not know like 'in my opinion penguins live on 5 of the 7 continents.'

and then someone can create facts-offical and only post opinions

Edit: idea claimed! go follow @opinions-offical now!

[sillyb1lly35]

why cant lesbians ever be normal

isla girlie just say you love her we all know

[enquire]

Gizmo Stardust!

Okay... it's Yamato's time to shine. I'm pretty happy with him! He was fun to draw and pretty easy to pick colors for... I do think maybe he could use a gear bag, or a vest, or something of that nature. I've been trying to only add accessories or clothing when it serves a purpose, so waffling a bit on that here... oh well. Maybe later.

Gizmo Stardust is a prolific inventor who lives in Canterlot with his father and sister. He's also heir to his dad's company, Stardust Industries, which recently became a lot more successful thanks to his inventions. Gizmo's hoofwork is present in many of the technological advancements in Canterlot and beyond.

One example (that brought Stardust Industries to where it is now) was Gizmo's most well-known creation; the airship. The introduction of a new form of flight to Equestria revolutionized the transportation and shipping industries. The airships Gizmo designed elegantly mesh together the mechanisms behind Equestria's balloons and trains, but require very little fuel thanks to sails which function in much the same way as pegasi wings.

Gizmo's also has a family friend, Thrift Twinkle, who he and his sister have known since they were little, thanks to their fathers being friends as well as business partners. Thrift and Gizmo are still pretty close, thanks to being friends when they were foals, and the fact that they got their cutie marks practically together.

This happened while Gizmo and Thrift were working together to save their respective family businesses. It was Thrift's business savvy and creativity which kept them from going under, and Gizmo's invention of the airship which brought both of their companies flying back into success again. Thrift helped Gizmo's inventions get off the ground, and worked to keep him funded until he finally completed his work.

Naturally then, the rebranded 'Phoenix Goods' was the first company to support and benefit from Stardust Industries' latest and greatest invention. And so, they managed not only to save their parents' crumbling businesses, but rocket them into unprecedented new highs.

It was during this process, through creating and helping each other, that both Gizmo and Thrift got their cutie marks. And more than proved their mettle to their parents at the same time. Both of them were overjoyed (and a little relieved, because they were blank flanks a little longer than most, and far longer than Gizmo's sister was)

When the two of them were younger, Gizmo had cheered on his sister when she got her cutie mark. When he got his, she responded in kind, throwing him a huge party and inviting practically everypony she knew to celebrate. It was during this bombastic party that Gizmo met Saber Frost.

He stumbled across him while taking a break from the chaos out on the balcony, where Saber had spent most of the night away from the light and revelry inside. Surprised to find somepony he didn't know awkwardly standing on the outskirts of the gathering with nothing but a glass of punch and a stony look on his face, he struck up a conversation. They hit it off, and Gizmo convinced the other not to leave the party, instead inviting him to join the two siblings for a quiet walk after the celebration concluded.

They may live far apart, but that doesn't stop them from seeing each other pretty often. For one thing, Thrift has reason to visit Canterlot on company business fairly frequently. And whenever he does, he makes sure to set aside time for the trio to hang out.

It was on one such visit that Gizmo introduced Thrift to Saber. They didn't click at first, but Gizmo and his sister, as usual, brought their friends together without too much trouble. Since then, three became four whenever Thrift was in Canterlot.

And when Saber was reassigned, Gizmo helped encourage him to request the region of Equestria where Thrift lived. Knowing his friend would be there to look out for Saber made him a lot less worried. Even though Gizmo knew it was for the best that Saber left Canterlot (and in fact had been trying to encourage and persuade Saber to accept the reassignment for a long time) he still misses their weekly chats over coffee and tea.

I love that I have enough ponies done to start weaving their stories together now. Also here's what he looks like without the hat or goggles:

[lmstephensii]

TDAC: Way of Life

The way of life for characters in The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls, a Marvel Cinematic Universe: Thor movie fanfiction by L M Stephens.

Caste System

High Caste: Sovereign (King, Queen, Prince[s], Princess[es]) Nobility (Grand Earls, High Earls, Earls) Warriors (including Valkyries, Scouts, Spies, and Guards) Officials (Advisors, Scribes, etc.) Legislators (Litigators, Magistrates, Judges, etc.)

Middle Caste: Healers (Surgeons, Apothecaries, Medical Researchers, Health Practitioners, etc.) Scholars (Mapmakers, Explorers, Teachers – University Level, Philosophers, Scientists, Historians, Researchers, Wizards - Disciplined, etc.) Builders (Architects, Draftsmen, Stonemasons, Engineers, Carpenters, etc.) Traders (Merchants, Moneylenders, Bankers, etc.) Artisans (Artists, Musicians, Writers, Potters, Cloth Workers, Weavers, Clothiers, Leather Workers, Metal Workers, Woodworkers, etc.)

Low Caste: Clerks (Receptionists, Secretaries, Librarians, Record Keepers, etc.) Peasants (Bakers, Winemakers, Hunters, Fishermen, Farmers, Ranchers, Teachers - Grade School Level, etc.) Slavers (including Overseers) Punishers (Torturers and Executioners) Slaves

Outcastes (Outlaws and Wizards – Undisciplined)

Gender Roles

King can only be male.

Nobility can only be males; however, females are born into the caste, but they cannot hold a position of power.

Warriors, except Valkyries, can only be males; Valkyries are only females of Nobility.

Officials can only be males.

Legislators can only be males.

Healers can only be females.

Scholars are males except for Historians, Researchers, and Wizards - Disciplined, who can be any gender.

Builders can only be males.

Traders can only be males.

Artisans can be any gender, except Potters, Cloth Workers, Weavers, and Clothiers are only females, and Leather Workers, Metal Workers, and Woodworkers are only males.

Clerks can be any gender, except that Receptionists, Secretaries, and Librarians are only female.

Peasants can be any gender, except that only males can be Hunters, Fishermen, Farmers, or Ranchers, and only females can be Teachers – Grade School Level

Slavers can only be males.

Punishers can only be males.

Slaves can be of any gender, but females are more valuable because they can produce more slaves.

Outcastes can be any gender.

Women who are of the Healers caste, or a Scribe, Historian, Researcher, Witch – Disciplined, or Teacher – Grade School Level, must relinquish their position if they become married and/or pregnant.

Coming soon.

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Blue Lit

Header made by @phoenixreal.

[kirbyddd]

they're clearly very closely referencing the original panels far more than nichijou, practically tracing at points. probably a constraint of budget as much as CITY's composition was more advanced. not as much room for developing original composition and storyboarding scenes from the ground up

but by CITY arawi's composition had come to a point where it was practically already keyframed—prime material for adaptation. making it the perfect choice for a more constrained passion project, more resources could be focused on the execution itself than on planning. bring the pages to life as beautifully as possible. CITY is a deliberate choice of source material for the circumstances of the production

an interesting consequence of this is seeing arawi's personal work brought to life more faithfully than ever before. with nichijou arawi more provided the seeds of something the studio team would raise to maturity, but in CITY he's practically codirecting. this is THE arawi anime

[versesbyaaliyah]

The Rebel Club (Est. 1943)

Written by Aaliyah O'Neil

We’re the leather-jacket grannies,

With bingo cards and bionic knees,

Dancing through the decades—

Like time forgot the keys.

We flirt in garden centres,

Text with crooked thumbs,

We’ve swapped our teacups for tattoos,

And beatbox over drums.

We’ve skydived into pension age,

Zip-lined past regret,

Our laughter’s louder, freer now—

No rules, no shame, no net.

We dye our greys in candy shades,

Wear glitter just because.

We’re not just old—we’re vintage bold,

With sass and soul and buzz.

So don’t write scripts in softer ink

Or dim our brilliant stage.

We’re living proof that life begins

At every blooming age.

© Aaliyah O'Neil 2025. All rights reserved.

These original poems and content are my creative work and are protected by copyright. Please do not reproduce, share, or use them without my permission.

[liyaklynn]

you seem surprised—

as my eyes flash from black to gold with the suggestion of a single ray how the sun draws honey from my skin as i radiate warmth— you question my sweetness have i made a mess of your expectations? or were you hoping for more— something darker, more soul? you watch my shoulder as the sleeve slips down comforting, perhaps— how my frame reflects someone you recognize my fairness the color in my cheeks safety in the shape of my lips as they smile through our polite conversation

Liya K. Lynn

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[vincentpriceofficial]

if i was an actor i think i too would probably go out of my way to emphasize that i was in no way horny about sex scenes i participated in bc like obviously you dont want to seem like a workplace pervert however sometimes it is a little tiresome how everyone is like "well what was important to me is that it SERVED THE LARGER STORY" as if sex cant be interesting in its own right