#felt nostalgic. decided to draw them again

[pseudepigraphon]

Image description: Digital art in saturated tones of orange, pink, blues, and purples of humanized Hollow Knight characters. Quirrel and the Knight sit on the sandy shores of the Blue Lake. Quirrel smiles, relaxed, with his cheek resting on his hand. He is visibly aged, his face lined and his hair sprinkling with white. The Knight holds their helmet in their hands, expressionless. Both watch the waves of the lake out-of-frame, neither facing the other. End ID.

there is no death

[yourwworstnightmare]

YIPPEE A COMEBACK

and with a whole drawing too!! here you go, the Laughing Jack, aka silly goose who i love very much : ) it is an AU, so his looks are changed!

and here's a little explanation to this whole thing, as well as some proof(?? i guess that's what it's called??? basically screenshots of the process of drawing and the video. im very scared of ai accusations with the fact that i literally can't draw hands) in the end. in short, I'll be just yapping. thanks to those who will be reading that too!!

so, back in my phase of creepypasta jack was one of my favourites, DESPITE how badly his story was written.(it is only my opinion, if you like it — it's okay!) so, recently, I decided to re-read it again, because I felt nostalgic and, well.. nothing has changed 🧍. It's all the same torture-porn. but! The idea of Jack is really cool, and I decided to take it into my own hands, that is, to make AU. two attempts to write everything that is spinning in my head are dusting in my drafts, but I think I can briefly mention some details from my AU here.

This story more focuses on Jack himself, and his growth as an very, very unstable being with the influence of Isaac, to the extent that his initial purpose of making children happy is now gone. Also, this story will involve minimal killing, as I really want to make this AU not so much a bloody massacre as an exploration of Jack's inner world as an ethereal creature who happens to to see the cruelty of man.

Jack is a magician now! or a magician-clown, if you will. still a creature from outer space

As stated earlier, Jack's a "spirit" that makes the children happy, staying as long as he needs to satisfy them. this means — yes, he did go to the other kids after Isaac. And! Jack can be anyone his friend wants him to see. This also includes his gender and name. Jack was what Isaac called him.

No matter who Jack turns into, his nose always remains the same. Yes, this also applies to his animal personas, etc.

Jack never had any ill will. Yet, as in the original, he never had morals or boundaries. So, there was only some signs that this mf is NOT okay before he actually killed someone.

Isaac is just a very fucked up man who definitely didn't deserve the "Jack" treatment 😢

The story has another protagonist now, who's name is Caroline. She was the next after Isaac, and the one with whom Jack realized that his concern for children had completely disappeared, as well as for otherhuman beings. that's her arm on the drawing btw!!! love you Carry :)

This AU is still very young and flawed, so please don't be rude. Thank you for understanding and thank you very much for listening ♥️. I don't think I'll ever put in a full rewrite in online space, but if someone will be interested, I'm all for telling more.

drawing process:

[angelxd-3303]

Tw: kind of a vent, mention of depression and anxiety.

I'm sure you've all noticed by now that I haven't been posting a whole lot as of late. To be honest, I've kind of been avoiding this blog, not because of anything my followers did, but mainly because I kind of lost the meaning of my art.

I started using Tumblr exclusively to use the messaging feature to chat with my partner four years ago, but decided to share some of my art, just for fun. I wanted to make people happy, wanted to use my art and writing to not only convey how I felt and what I was experiencing, but to help those going through something similar feel heard and seen. I feel like I have achieved that, in some cases, and it makes me feel good to know that I've made someone's day, or that my writing made them feel understood.

As time progressed though, I began to feel like I had an obligation. Art and writing began to feel more like a chore, and that combined with my resurfacing depression and anxiety made it nearly impossible to even pick up the pencil. It seemed more draining than anything, and the art I did make I didn't share because it reflected my mental state in a deep and personal way.

Tldr, I'm sorry to all the people who have been waiting for updates to my stories, or more Mario content in general, or answers to their asks. It's not that I don't want to finish them, or make more content. It's just that I've realized that my lack of motivation is coming from the fact that I'm making art that I think others want, and not art that I want.

I've been rediscovering Undertale lately, reminded of how amazing the game is and how deep the storyline is, and I want to make more content for that. I'm big into weirdcore and would like to explore it as a style. I want to revisit Dhmis and expand on their story. There's so much I wanna do, but I've been holding myself back and trying to make myself as enthusiastic about Mario as I was before. The truth is, hyperfixations come and go for me, and that's ok. Mario will probably come back here and there, but I'm gonna try to focus on the stuff that I wanna do, because that's when my art is best, and when I feel the best making it. I can't tell you how satisfying it was to draw that piece with Asriel and his parents! I was into Undertale when it first blew up, my friend and I, but left when the fandom began to get toxic. It's so sad to me how disturbed it was, but now I'm much wiser with regards to internet safety, and I know to avoid certain things.

It's very nostalgic for me to rediscover the game, the music I listened to on loop years ago, the amazing artists who had a pure and genuine love for the characters, all of it.

In short, Mario isn't gone, they're just off enjoying their happy ending for awhile before they feel like visiting again. Again, I hope you all understand, and can find content you love from my blog! From now on though, I'm gonna try to avoid forcing myself to make content I don't love. Because from the beginning my art has been an escape that made me happy. If it doesn't make me happy, what's the point lol?

I love and appreciate you all so much,and I hope you can understand this word vomit. Hope you all have a lovely day.

[wasyago]

how did u get so good at composition:3 did u like to draw background all the time or it came to be after practice how long does one piece usually take:333

hehe well, thank you first of all. second of all... um both? practice yes, no one gets it on the first time. and just. i dont know? doing it over and over again and trying new things and experimenting, seeing what works, what doesn't, where the background is needed and not.

i remember i heard a lot of artists around me saying that they didn't like or couldn't draw backgrounds, and for some reason i decided that im not gonna be like other girls and learn to do it. and i uhhh.... just started? drawing backgrounds? i was trying, and watching tutorials on youtube, and seeing how other people did it and eventually it got easier? i can say that i definitely enjoyed figuring out how to do it, struggling to get the perspective and composition right. like, it was hard but i had a lot of fun doing it, so it felt natural and just like, normal art progression? it didn't feel like i was going out of my way to draw backgrounds, i just did it when i felt like it?

at some point i joined a character ask, you know, when people ask questions and you draw the character answering. and i decided that im gonna draw a background for each answer instead of it being a character on a blank background. and doing this, like, specifically trying to draw backgrounds and tell a story with them, and doing it regularly and coherently, it helped me progress a lot. like, i started with a character sitting on a couch in a room, and then it got better and better, multiple rooms, multiple angles of the same room, different locations and images. it helped me a ton. just, figuring out when you need a background, when its rather i did something simple for one frame and focused on the other instead, where the character needs to be positioned, etc.

i can say i didn't do a lot of proper studies, and if i did maybe it would've been helpful... i only drew things that were in my head, with characters that i liked, with imaginary locations and stuff. never really drew from photos... we did go on plein-airs, or whatever they're called, when i was in art school, so drawing backgrounds from real life probably also helped a little, but i can't remember anything about it so it didn't do as much.

i looked at a lot of art from cool artists and expanded my visual library, i analyzed their art trying to figure out why i like it and how to make my art have the same kind of feeling. and i still do! sometimes something just takes over me and i scroll pinterest for 3 hours looking at pretty art and going to artists' profiles and saving art and using it as inspiration later. and it helps! a lot!

i dont know where this post is going ummm. i guess if you want to learn to draw something, just like, start. scrap it if you don't like it and try again, have fun, don't get attached. and uhh, i felt a little nostalgic so here are some of my pieces that i did throughout the years. definitely feels like i got better at it recently, but there's still a lot of room for improvement

oh and for your second question. one piece takes about ummmm... more than a thousand episodes, thats 20 minutes times 1000 devided by 60 devided by 24... we're looking at about 14+ days of non stop watching?

no but for real. i dont really keep track of time when im drawing, uhh. plus depending on the complexity... my recent jrwi drawings are sketches, so they took maybe one or two hours max. something rendered uhhh, maybe 5 hours? if i don't finish it in one day the chances of this drawing ever getting done are super low, soo yeah

[scekrex]

Hiya,

It's me again. I'm having one of these days when I don't want to get out of bed and everything is just tragic. Because of that I was wondering if I could ask for something with Adam/reader feeling very nostalgic and down in the "you looked at me wrong, now I'm gonna cry" way. When they come home their partner just shove them with all kisses and cuddles in the world. I'm in need of something extremely fluffy and vanilla

I totally get your vibe, I spent the entire day in bed and I did nothing, I think I got a little carried away in the middle but I hope you like it nonetheless :3

I got all twisted up, you helped straighten me out

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The day itself felt off, had been ever since you had woken up in the morning and when Adam had wanted to do you a favor by letting you sleep in and canceling your appointments for the day, you felt hurt - you weren’t even able to explain why you felt the way you did, but it stung when you had woken up hours later to a simple note on your bedside table that read ‘Ya ass seemed really fucking tired, canceled ur shit, will be back whenever the fuck Sera lets me leave’, underneath the text was a little drawing of himself trying to form a heart with his hands - it looked more like a dick than a heart though. It was cute that Adam had written you a note at all, but yet it didn’t sit right with you, especially because today would’ve been the only day in the week on which your schedule lined up, so you technically could sit in Sera’s office right now, messing around with your boyfriend and talking shit about whatever crazy bitch ass plan the seraphim was working on this time.

Instead you sat at home, alone with nothing to do because Adam had canceled every single plan of yours - you weren’t mad about that itself, you weren’t mad at all. You felt sad rather than angry because didn’t he want to spend the day with you at work, to grab a milkshake afterwards like you always did and watch the sunset in the park that was only a five minute flight from your home? Did he want to spend the day alone without you, away from you rather than by your side?

You haven’t left the bed, not when you have woken up, not five hours later. You had gotten up once - real quick - to pee, but after that you had gone right back to bed, the blanket wrapped around your body instead of Adam’s wings because instead of calling in sick as well, he had decided to leave you alone at home. And while your logical mind kept telling you that he meant well, your emotions spoke a different language.

When you heard the front door open you peeked out from underneath the blanket and when you heard familiar sounding steps heading towards the living room while the lovely voice of your boyfriend called out your name you went back and hid underneath the fabric. It only took the first man a couple seconds to open the bedroom door and sigh at the sight of you. “Still not feeling better babes?” And he sounded genuinely interested in your well-being, but did he care or was he rather annoyed to be back by your side? You didn’t answer his question, ignored it when he sat down next to you and simply pulled the blanket even tighter around your body. His hand came down to grab a fistful of the fabric you were hiding under and with one firm tug he pulled it away from you entirely, sending it flying across the room so you wouldn’t reach for it and hide away again. “Okay fuckface, tell me what the fuck is up,” the choice of petname wasn’t exactly what you had hoped for, in general you didn’t mind the somewhat mean petnames he sometimes used for you, it was his love language after all and to be fair, it was yours too - a little at least. But now? Now you had hoped for something softer. Fuckface only played into your thought of him being annoyed with you and your company. “If you’re growing tired of me just say so, I’m a big boy, I can handle rejection.”

To Adam that reaction came out of nowhere and he wasn’t quite sure on how he was supposed to respond - what the fuck made you think that way? Had he done something wrong? “The fuck is your cracked up ass talking about?” You spread your wings, used them to hide your body away from Adam yet again though you positioned them so that you were able to peek through your feathers and when your sad, tired and somehow even broken eyes met his confused ones, Adam knew something was up and said ‘something’ wasn’t small at all. “You left without saying a word,” you mumbled quietly, too tired of your emotions to speak louder but the brunette sitting next to you had understood you perfectly fine. But that only resulted in him being even more confused, because what the fuck? “I wrote you a fucking note, bitch,” he pointed to the bedside table on which his note was still laying. Your eyes moved to the spot he was pointing at, then back to him, “Today’s the only day our schedules line up and you left me here.” Oh. Oh. Now Adam understood what your problem was - or at least he thought he did. Either way, he was sure to know how to fix that now.

“We can still go out, grab the fucking milkshakes and watch that stupidly perfect sunset like we usually fucking do, y’know?” That simple offer of his took you by surprise and you lowered your wings in order to look at him properly, “Really?” That caused the first man to chuckle in amusement as he gently pulled your body closer to his own until your head was resting in his lap, “Yeah babes, fucking really.” “So you’re not growing tired of me?” Another chuckle vibrated through his body and a small smile appeared on your face as you felt it in every inch of your body. You wiggled your body into a more comfortable position, your head remained in his lap though and soon his hands found their way to your hair as he started to gently play with it. “Why the fuck would I?” And that question made you feel a little embarrassed, “Dunno, usually when one of us calls in sick on this day of the week, the other does so too so we can still spend the day together and I thought…” you didn’t even finish your sentence but you knew you didn’t have to, Adam got where you were coming from. So he playfully ruffled your hair as he responded, “Fuck nah, your ass is way top fucking adventurous, hell would fucking freeze before I grow tired of you, babes.” A soft kiss was placed on your forehead before the first man continued, “You just seemed fucking exhausted lately so I handled your shit for today.”

And that made you calm down a lot, so he was not growing tired of you and tried to get some distance between the both of you in order to make a later breakup less painful - not that this plan would’ve worked anyway. Your body leaned into his warmth, embracing your boyfriend’s company at its fullest, “You said milkshakes are still on the table?” Adam beamed at the mention of milkshakes and he was off the bed with you in his arms in an instant, ready to leave the house just like that, not even caring the slightest bit about the fact that you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts and underwear. “Bet ya sexy ass they fucking are,” he rushed over to the bedroom door before you were able to stop him, your shitty mood from before was long forgotten as you repeatedly told Adam to slow down while you laughed the brunette’s reaction. “I need to get dressed first,” you explained as he set you down on your own feet. “Just put on a pair of sweats and call it a fucking day, we’re gonna miss that fucking sunset if you need longer than thirty seconds,” he complained with a playful undertone as you picked up a pair of sweats from the ground - you sniffed them quickly making sure they didn’t smell too bad before you put them on and joined Adam who had already headed to the front door in the meantime. “There ya fucking are, finally” he hummed happily as he opened the door, scooped you back up into his arms and left t your house in order to get your weekly milkshakes.

[margaret-97]

she is gonna smooch him 😚

Mikaela x Barricade

so a funny story… originally there were no Sam and Mikaela in my human-crossover sketch, but I was missing 3 more people so I added them (and Cody from rescue bots). Then I suddenly felt nostalgic and decided to rewatch the first two movies (I haven’t seen them in years!) and I ended up falling for Mikaela all over again. Like she had so much potential as a character, she was amazing, brave and smart. She was more than some eye candy and even tho I was really upset about her not being in the 3rd movie, I’m more than happy that it’s canon that she broke up with Sam… because my mind likes to throw at me the most random ships and this time it was… Mikaela x Barricade. So here we are lol anyways still figuring out my own version of barricade because I’m not gonna draw bay’s design. I mean I’ll die before I finish it. So im trying to make it more simple but recognisable

[vorepred223311]

**Title: The Dark Side of Fame**

In the shadowy confines of a forgotten alleyway in Los Angeles, where discarded dreams mingled with the scent of old trash, Stephen Amell leaned against a graffiti-covered wall. The stars above shimmered, oblivious to the twisted feelings that stirred within him. He had seen the success of his cousin Robbie Amell, and while pride may have been the reaction of most, Stephen felt an insatiable hunger—one that had lingered since childhood.

Growing up together, they were inseparable. Their laughter echoed through family gatherings, their dreams intertwined like the branches of the trees they often climbed. But beneath the surface of this brotherly bond, Stephen harbored a dark secret. Imagined scenarios of swallowing Robbie whole danced in his mind like a twisted fairy tale, fantasies he would never voice.

As the years flew by, life propelled them down different paths. Fame tugged Robbie into the glinting lights of Hollywood while Stephen struggled for clarity, trapped in the shadow of his cousin's success. But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again when they both landed roles in a new series, igniting a long-dormant craving within Stephen.

It was then that the seed was planted in his mind—this was his chance. With the right tactic, he could reclaim his childhood fantasy. He decided to lure Robbie into a false sense of security, playing the part of the supportive cousin, the charming confidant. Late-night talks over takeout dinners became a routine; laughter filled the air, but beneath it, Stephen’s intentions simmered.

One fateful evening, as crimson twilight settled over the city, Stephen invited Robbie for a quick visit to “catch up.” The location—an alleyway behind their favorite diner—felt nostalgic, drawing them both into memories of simpler times. The damp air was thick with tension as they reminisced. Stephen listened closely, feigning interest, while his heart raced at the thought of what was to come.

“You know, we’ve always been tight,” he said, leaning in closer, his voice low and almost conspiratorial. “I always thought it was just you and me against the world. Like when we were kids…”

Robbie chuckled, oblivious to the agenda. “Yeah, you were always looking out for me, Stephen. I appreciate that.”

That was the moment Stephen had waited for. With a swift motion, he lunged forward, his intentions wrapping around Robbie like a serpent. The reality of his twisted desire burst forth. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. In one smooth motion, he engulfed Robbie whole; the moment was surreal, a culmination of fantasy and reality.

Robbie struggled within him, panic radiating from his every movement. Stephen caressed his bulging belly, feeling the weight of his cousin twist and squirm, a sick thrill coursing through him. There was no remorse, only a dark satisfaction that surged like adrenaline. He could almost hear Robbie's muffled protests, melding into an ambient symphony, drowned out by the cacophony of his thoughts.

As the stricken look on Robbie's face faded into confusion, then acceptance, Stephen leaned against the alley wall. He savored the feel of his cousin, the struggling, the warmth; it was everything he had imagined and more. He could feel Robbie���s life dwindling, the panic ebbing away, and it filled him with an odd sense of power.

With nobody around to witness his crime, Stephen reveled in the solitude of the moment. He whispered tender, spiteful words into the darkness of the alley, a juxtaposition of affection and greed. The city throbbed around him, alive and teeming with life, while he became a silent predator, basking in the malevolence of his own making.

The shadows in the alley deepened, and as night fell, Stephen emerged, a subtle smirk on his face. He felt lighter, liberated from the bonds of a childhood fantasy that had morphed into a horrifying reality. The world continued to spin; he would get away with it—because who would suspect the charming, beloved cousin of killing his own family?

As he walked away, the alleyway behind him faded into a quiet graveyard of secrets. In that moment, Stephen Amell was not just an actor; he was a monster, and he relished every dark thrill that came with it.

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Four: Dashed Hopes

Over the weeks of the tournament you and Rachel started to get close again. You, Mary, Millie and Rachel had become a firm foursome and started to film some TikToks together, hanging out in each other’s rooms and she even joined your table for meals sometimes. The flirtiness had returned and people were starting to notice, poking fun when they could. You still didn’t like what she did to you but Rach had a way when it came to making people fall for her. Her cocky manner, her jokey behaviour, her need for wanting to play with your hair and then there was the hugs. Oh the hugs! You can’t lie that feeling her arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind didn’t make you swoon. Having someone who knows you so intimately was comforting. The knowledge about each other doesn’t leave when you break up, you still know everything and anything about them and it’s impossible for that to disappear completely. You knew when she was frustrated or anxious by just a look and the little glances across the room said you were thinking the same thing when someone did something silly. Game after game you’d celebrate together, wearing cowboy hats and running around like kids who had too many sweets. It felt nostalgic and comforting but you hadn’t forgotten the pain she had caused, you’d simply decided it wasn’t going to ruin this moment in your life.

With hard work and determination England reached the final and it was neck and neck between you and Rachel with goals scored. The Lionesses were drawing with only a few minutes left to spare of normal time, Sarina had replaced Lucy with Rachel knowing she could work both ends of the pitch when needed. A corner gone wrong for them left us with a free run towards our goal. You were the fastest on the team with Lucy already off but Rachel had the ball at her feet and looked like she was taking it the whole way. Their defenders started to catch up as the goalie ran towards her, the best option was to pass to you who was unmarked but she didn’t - chipping it over the goalie and towards the net. The whole crowd gasped as it narrowly hit the bar only to fall perfectly towards your head and into the net. The competition between you both quickly melted away as she jumped into your arms, thinking quickly to catch her as the rest of the team surrounded you with congratulations. Soon after that the full time whistle blew. You’d won. You specifically had won the World Cup for England. It was all a blur after that. The team fell to their knees in relief that you’d done what you came here to do before lifting you into the air to parade you around the stadium. Confetti canons going off left, right and centre. The noise deafening even away from home.

Lining up to clap the silver medalists, the guard of honour was formed to receive the winning announcements. Knowing you had the golden boot in the bag your team cheered as you walked up to collect your trophy. No sooner than when you’d just got back to your place you were called up to receive the player of the tournament as well, collecting your second trophy of the night before being awarded your gold medal and celebrating with the team for the third one. You and Ebony had a photo together with the trophy as others were doing with their club teammates when Rachel approached asking to have a photo with you both too. All of you throwing up the H with the biggest smiles on your faces before partying with the rest of the team - it felt like you stayed on that pitch for hours.

Sarina had hired a bar for you all to celebrate, the drinks were flowing and by midnight some were looking worse for wear, you danced into the early hours of the morning with the girls that remained. Recording a video with your golden boot with Mary and her golden glove was bittersweet, it would be the last one before you left for USA again but you’d be leaving with a firm friendship in the goal keeper. Sitting on a sofa in the corner of the room you were in a trance watching all the happy smiley people around you, this is where you belong - on this team. Officially a Lioness and a winning one at that, nothing could wipe this smile off your face; not even Rachel who was approaching you across the floor. She sat down opposite as she handed you another drink. “I broke up with Becky.. last month actually” she shouted over the music, your facial expression remained blank and seemingly unaffected by the news, not understanding why this had anything to do with you. “I was hoping you’d stay.. come home?” The bright lights flashing in your eyes and the heavy bass thumping in your ears made you think you misheard her. “These past few months have reminded me how much I love you, I don’t want to lose you again (y/n/n). Please stay” she took your hands into hers and kissed them, her puppy dog eyes making her hard to resist. Three months ago you wanted nothing more than to hear Rach say she loved you and here she was in front of you saying it.

Part Five

[miru667]

hiii!! miruu it's me (AGHDG again) i wanted to tell you that....in ur drawing celebrating a decade for the Onceler fandom you left a link to another publication and I BARELY NOTICED IT T-T... but well the topic is uhmmm

i wanted to say how much i adore that you shared that with us aaaandd HOW I LOVE THE DEDICATION YOU PUT TO YOUR DRAWINGS!!! LIKE every line you made- for example the lines you did on the old onceler's suit, GOD and his chain WHAT (i always go to that drawing because you don't know the feelings it transmits to me) i loved what you say about Onceler Aftermath, about what it represents regarding the fandom and how you added so many references that i know are very significant and nostalgic for the fandom and the people who formed it at the time

apart from that i love that you mentioned everything you referenced in the drawing!!thaaanks for that, i must say that i did not know many of them and i even ended up reading one of the ask blogs that you cited hehe

and the fact that it took you 6 MONTHS AAAAA this drawing deserves to be framed in gold

i REALLYYY love reading the history of this fandom and what it means to you...and i know that even though i wasn't there, i can feel the love you have for all of this

im glad that a person like you is still in this, and willing to explain and convey to new travelers (like me) what all this is :")))

and before i go i would like to ask you a question since i read all this ^^

at the beginning of the fandom... did you ever imagine what would come to be formed and then continue to have an impact on people???

THAT'S ALL AAAA A HUGEEE APOLOGYY for the length of the menssage but there were so many things to say TuT that i didn't even say some , reading the entire post made me smile and inspired

SHAKOOOOOOO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭 Thank you for reading that behind-the-scenes post omg that means a lot to me TTWTT... it's okay if you didn't notice it before, it's because I only recently attached the link onto the main post AGJSGUD BUT STILL like??? The fact that you've been coming back to that zine piece is so 🥺🧡 it makes me happy that someone likes it that much!! Sgjhjd yes I went pretty insane for this picture since it was the COVER so I felt a lot of pressure! 😭 It was a zine to celebrate 10 years of the fandom so I wanted to draw something to represent those 10 years, and so I decided to play to my strengths and take advantage of my knowledge of fandom history :,)...thank goodness they gave us plenty of time to finish our pieces dchgjd

And for your question: NO I absolutely had no idea what the future held back then, nor did i think about it! In 2012 I simply lived for the moment, moment to moment in a state of obsession. I don't think anyone can predict how things will be looked back on in 11 years while you're just enjoying the moment in present time. The way people engage with fandom stuff has shifted greatly in the past decade, attitudes about "cringe" keep changing too, things that are hilarious to us right now could be seen as problematic in another 10 years and vice versa in ways that you're unable to conceive of at present. People have gotten art careers thanks to improving their art through the onceler fandom, others have gotten married to someone they met through the fandom, and others have been traumatized and feel weird when they see old fandom posts being reblogged...there was no way I could've predicted any of that at the beginning. It was my first fandom, tumblr was still relatively new, and the internet was a very very different place! And I was also a very different person.

[goldyluna]

☁️>

☁️: What made you choose your username?

I think I wrote about it somewhere nefore, but it is a great idea (I think) to make a full post about it!

So let's start with Luna part. The name is really nostalgic for me. When I was a kid, my mom would always lovingly say I am like Luna from Harry Potter. So empathic, artistic and in her own world. Since then I saw her in different light and she became my favorite character. I started to sign my artworks as LUNA (and the name wasn't popular in my country then and isn't now, we don't have a name like this so it was even more special for me that way)

Then when I went to highshool, my then new best friend ordered me to make an OC so she could draw them and that's how Golden "Goldy" Rose came to life. At the beginning she looked so different than is she looking now, she was made so fast and without a thought and was drawn on paper. So then the best friend talked me into pursuing the arts of digital and then to make a DeviantArt account (she wanted soooo many things from me lol but without her I don't think I would be where I am now <33). Making a new account is, like most of you know, stressing and complicated. Especially if you are sooo new to almost every social media there is that you "need" a nickname. I wanted something unique, new! Luna wasn't it and I don't think I would be allowed to make it my DA nick as for sure there had to be someone that already was named that. So I went and took a name of my then new OC and added... Uh, Wolf lol. What was going through ny head? Probably something really special and I thought I was a genius. But that's how LUNA went away and I became GoldenRoseWolf

Like all kids, I made it my whole personality and started using it as my new alias. Still have art where my watermark was the old name. I remember my mom was surprised I stopped using Luna, maybe she was even sad, I don't know

But then I took part in a poem competition (and won first place!!!!) and we had to use a nickname. So I wondered and pondered and I decided on LUNA. It was a special thing, wanted to make something different and thought using my DA name or just Goldy would be meh. But then I remembered about LUNA and almost immediately pick it as my poetic alias

That made me think I don't really feel like the GoldenRoseWolf suits me very well. I never felt really connected to it, it was like something was missing... So GoldyLuna became a thing and it just clicked. I changed my Instagram name to goldy_luna and, again, made it my whole thing. I was goldyluna and goldyluna was me

I started to using it everythere. DeviantArts name stayed the same as I didn't want to buy a core so I can do it, welp wathever. Friends knew me so long under the name Goldy so it stayed as the short of my nickname, even if it is the name of my OC and my sona is Luna (that was made later than the goldyluna)(but I don't mind, I identified with Goldy so much at the beginning so the name became the part on me. Well duh, it is in my full nick). But I finally thought I found myself. So I didn't even think twice when I went on Tumblr and it asked me about my nick

[bajistadiamond]

Yuu and the Magical Power of Songs

Yuu Singer, 🎶💎Ramshackle💎🎶 (Once Upon a December)

Yuu felt… nostalgic.

The holidays were approaching, his favorite time of the year. And although Twisted Wonderland had different ways of celebrating Christmas and New Year according to each country or kingdom, in the end it was the same feeling of union and love.

It had been a couple of days since Azul, the Leech twins, Kalim and he saved Jamil from her OverBlot.

Like Kalim, he also forgave Jamil for everything he did. Also, Jamil was one of two people he fell in love with in his time on TW. He didn't hold a grudge for what he did.

For Yuu the whole situation was the fault of the Asim and the Viper, although there was something for him in that situation. Every time he saw Kalim and Jalim he could see something hovering over them and he didn't talk about his magic.

Putting that aside, Yuu decided to take a walk through the halls of NRC.

Grim, Ace and Deuce stayed in his bedroom and Kalim was throwing a big dinner party with Jamil to celebrate the holidays.

He was considering whether to go to Scarabia or accept the invitation of M.D. in Diasomnia.

If he was honest with himself, he didn't want to celebrate. He didn't remember what his family was on Earth and the comments about what the boys enjoyed doing at festivities with his relatives didn't help either.

As he walked, he came across a large ebony door and, seized by his curiosity, he entered the room without realizing that he was being followed...

Lilia was a fae who had lived and been through a lot in her lifetime.

But he had never seen someone like Yuu. He had met others with "the voice of the gods" and many humans as well, but never someone from another world.

There were theories of other worlds or universes, but all of that remained just ideas or fantasy until Yuu somehow arrived in Twisted Wonderland.

That's why he was curious about the young man and whenever he could, he kept an eye on him to make sure he was safe. You never know what could happen.

That was the reason why he secretly followed him through the corridors of NRC; Several of the castle's rooms were unused and who knows what dangerous objects might be in them.

It pained him to see Yuu's aura full of sadness, so similar to Malleus's when it was the holidays… it was sad that even as royalty he didn't get party invitations on such dates.

Lilia almost loses sight of Yuu thinking that. Luckily, Yuu entered a room that the fae knew.

A room filled with antique vases and gilt-framed landscape paintings; all completely harmless.

Yuu was amazed, because even with the dust and cobwebs the room was beautiful and the decoration exquisite.

Then… he was shocked when he saw something, which he never thought he would see again.

On a table, there was a small golden circular box adorned with blue and purple gems, whith drawings of white bears and birds. The strange thing was that he recognized the box; In his family there had been an identical box that passed from generation to generation. And it seemed that it was the one of his family and not a similar one.

"Maybe he came here like me?" Yuu thought before opening the box… there were a couple of things that highlighted a golden brooch with diamonds.

When Yuu saw it, he felt the magic surrounding him strongly. As they had explained to him, sometimes his magical gift took over his mind and that's what happened.

Magic was sensitive, so Yuu relied on magic before starting to chant…

~ Dancing bears, painted wings ~

~ Things I almost remember ~

Yuu went through a door that connected to another room, it was a huge living room. Yuu guessed it was a ballroom because of the crystal chandeliers and stained glass windows. As he continued to sing, something in his mind cleared up and he began to remember.

Lilia followed the young man in silence, mesmerized by his melodious voice and the magic that was happening around him.

In the center of the double staircase leading to the drawing room was a large gilt frame with a faded painting. When Yuu looked at him the paint suddenly cleared up and revealing a family sitting on a white bench. A 37-year-old woman with brown hair, green eyes and fair complexion stood on the left; a 40-year-old man with white hair, hazel eyes, and a dark complexion sat on the right; the center of them was him... Yuu's father and mother.

~ And a song someone sings ~

~ Once upon a December ~

The image of the box then changed. Now you could see his beloved parents, his gossipy uncles, his funny aunts, his beloved cousins, his grandfather and also the silhouette that Yuu thought was his grandmother, since she died before his birth. .

Lilia looked at the painting with a bittersweet feeling; he was glad that Yuu got to see his family for the time, but the fae he was sad that he couldn't be in person.

~ Someone holds me safe and warm ~

Yuu hugged himself with tears in his eyes as more and more memories that until a few minutes ago had been blocked in his mind.

~ Horses prance through a silver storm ~

The magic could be seen in beautiful silver wisps and brilliant sparkles throughout the room.

~ Figures dancing gracefully ~

~ Across my memory ~

Yuu moved his hands up, as if praying to a deity and instantly the entire room came to life. Literally, people she met in her world dressed in nobles began to descend into the hall while dancing elegantly.

The place was clean, the chandeliers lit, the columns had vines with forget-me-not flowers, and the stained glass windows alternated in different colors; the whole place was magical.

A stunned Lilia stood in the center of the double staircase as Yuu made his way down to the dance floor.

~ Someone holds me safe and warm ~

Yuu couldn't believe it, all his neighbors and friends were there. He also saw his relatives and even he could see ancestors that he only knew from photos. Although he wondered where his parents were, since he couldn't see them.

Lilia felt as some magic erupted behind him; she looked at the painting in amazement when Yuu's parents came out…Then another person came out of the painting and Lilia was speechless when she saw it. A woman he came to know, a woman who despite being kidnapped from her family and her fiancé fought as she could, a woman who was pronounced dead when the kingdom in which she was held captive was turned to ashes.

"Nabila... ". He said in a whisper. Yuu's parents and the older woman, the matriarch of the family, came down the stairs.

~ Horses prance through a silver storm ~

Yuu's cousins and friends approached him; everyone was smiling and dancing around him. Then one of her older cousins placed a gold necklace on him to match the brooch that was still in his hand.

~ Figures dancing gracefully ~

~ Across my memory ~

Yuu twirled with his arms outstretched as he danced… his outfit changed to a beautiful blue outfit with black embroidery and lace, short puffy sleeves, and a crown sparkling with diamonds, amethysts, and sapphires.

~ Far away, long ago ~

A man that Yuu once had a crush on came to him with a bow and he with a bright smile accepted his hand to dance a waltz.

~ Glowing dim as an ember ~

Then a woman took over the waltz, she was one of Yuu's cousins. He couldn't contain her tears of happiness when he saw her.

~ Things my heart used to know ~

Nabila, an older woman with dark skin, red eyes and white hair, gracefully and calmly approached the center of the dance floor. Lilia could only compare the woman's poise to that of the queen he worked for.

~ Things it yearns to remember ~

Yuu looked at the older woman in confusion; He looked at her parents for help, but they just smiled at him with a wink.

Nabila then began to sing the same song before leading the young man into another, slower waltz. The boy remembered at that moment who the woman was, his great-grandmother.

~ And a song someone sings ~

Nabila's ghost had a sad smile as she looked at her great-grandson… then when they finished the waltz she caressed his cheeks and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

Yuu saw the last memory of his past before TW…a fire, in the apartment building where all of his family lived. He saw himself running through the smoke-filled halls, calling out names and then the memory ends when he saw his reflection in an oval mirror... the mirror of darkness.

Yuu knelt before his great grandmother and the rest of his family. He didn't know how he could keep singing without being interrupted by sobs.

~ Once upon a December ~

Lilia saw Nabila look at him and gestured for her to comfort her great-grandson before disappearing with the rest of the people. The one with black and pink hair was not going to deny that request, his father's heart was screaming at him to pamper Yuu.

Yuu was crying because of what happened, he already remembered how he got to Twsited Wonderland, but he didn't want to believe that he lost his family. The young man felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up; Lilia was there kneeling next to him.

Yuu hugged him for comfort. The fae accepted the hug with gusto. "Yeah, yeah." She told him stroking his head. "Everything will be fine Yuu." The white-haired young man wanted to believe him. "I hope my family is okay." Yuu told him in a whisper. Lilia nodded. "They sure are." Said the fae without knowing that this saddened the boy. And in that moment he wanted with all the strength of him while he had the image of his whole family in his mind. "I wish they were here". In a brilliant flash the costume and the decoration of the room disappeared.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the mirror of darkness came to life upon feeling the desire of a young man with a heart of gold. Without hesitation, he searched again for the world Yuu was born into. She realized that the first time he couldn't find Earth because Yuu's soul was from a descendant of TW and he didn't look any further; It didn't take long for him to find New York City…everything was standing still. The mirror smiled and connecting with his equal in the world supposedly without magic, he searched for everyone in the building. And in a flash of light he teleported them to Twisted Wonderland...

Meanwhile, in a remote forest in TW several people showed up. Everyone was confused by where they were, as a woman and a man searched through the crowd. "Yuu, where are you?!".

Yuu's father and mother

Note: Nabila: means 'the one who is noble and intelligent'.

Happy Holidays...

[josiedoe]

funny weird fursona from ages past hours while i wanna take this opportunity to share my art, i kinda also wanna reach out to everybody who had cringy neon old fursonas and oc's that they're embarrassed of or feel like they need to shittalk every time they mention them bc "theyre totally better at making characters now i swear!" this is my fursona splash. i've changed sonas a few times, but none of them will be as important to me as her. she's not there yet, but next year in february, on my birthday, she will be 9 years old. i made her feb 22nd of 2015, my 9th birthday. i stopped using her eventually, because i thought i'd grown out of her. i used to show her to people and laugh about how stereotypical of a mary sue she was, how she had a demon AND angel form, how i'd ship her with characters from whatever media i was interested in at the time, how she had super secret sparkle powers that could do anything and how she's "not me anymore" then i remembered how crushed i felt when my friends at the time first started calling her one. i was knee deep at that point in thinking mary sues were dumb, and felt really bad about it when a friend said she was a huge mary sue and how i should probably change her. they even got mad when i said i didnt want to and told me i "couldn't take criticism". ive tried so hard over the years to distance myself from her while trying not to be too hard on her, to enjoy her in an "ironic, more experienced way" and regard her as what NOT to do.

this is the first ever drawing i did of her. another oc of mine turns 9 on my bday, and ill do art of her too, but this is where i made her. she was a drawing of firestar that i got bored drawing and decided to slap some neons on from the ms paint advanced preset colors. as you can see, she hasn't really changed much. her name used to be colordrop, because i had a stuffed bunny around that time with the same name. i think i renamed her to splash because i liked splashkittyartist. is the art good? no. did i really care? not really! i didnt even know it was bad at the time, because it honestly wasn't. i just wasn't as far in my art journey as i am now. im glad i never deleted my deviantart account, and i plan at some point to go through and save the images that are important to me on a google drive of some kind. aslong as im able to remember and keep her, she's an important part of myself. she's still me, just from a different time, and also so much more than that. im not sad about her, not in a nostalgic "i wish i could go back way". im happy, if anything, because i only recently realized we shared a birthday. isn't that cool? to not only have an oc that was made on your birthday, but reaches milestones with you? when she turns 18, i'll be 27. when she's 27, i'll be 36. i think that's pretty neat. i think it's important for every artist, if they struggle with this, to look for their old oc's and fursonas and whatnot from when they were kids and instead of looking at them through a lens of "im better now, do you see how bad i used to be at this whole character making thing though? its funny.", instead be kind to your old creations and go "wow, i had alot of fun with you. i wonder if i can have even more." if you're able to, start using them again. write with them again, even if its small and silly and more out of whimsy and joy than actual plot development. i implore you to be kinder to kid you. even if kid you wasn't very kind themselves. if you would look at another kids drawing and oc and go "wow thats amazing! you're so creative!", then you should regard what you made then with the same enthusiasm. put your own work on the fridge if nobody else did. anyways, ramble over. i'm very passionate about this subject because i lived it, and i deeply enjoy reclaiming what i was made to feel embarrassed of. so moon darkraven, demon wolf with an anime scythe and scene bangs and red eyes and neon colors that don't mix, i think you're doing great. i hope you're doing well, wherever you are now, and that so is the person who made you. happy early birthday to me and my special little gal

[turtlemagnum]

today was the day my grandpa retired. he came into work, sat in the break room and talked to everybody who wanted to say goodbye at work all day. he got to see this one regular shopper who always brought her dog, he got to pet her (and so did i, eventually). me and my grandma got there at about 2:30 or so, and stayed until about 4, which is when he got clapped out. i swear, every fucking employee in the company was there, and we all clapped as he passed by. it's weird to say about my goddamn grandpa, but i felt proud of him in that moment. then we went to the bar that they planned his retirement party at. turned out to be a gay bar, which they didn't know when they planned it, but they didn't have a problem with it either. was nice to have a bar i could feel comfortable wearing my pride pins at.

the party felt a bit rough on my end, at the start. shit got crowded quick, and for the first little while they kept sending me out to the car to get one little thing they forgot. but, i got some food in me (which was mostly pretty damn good), and then i started talking to my mom, which led to talking to family members i either hadn't seen for a while or hadn't met at all, which turned out nice. i played darts with someone who turned out to be my little cousin, little gremlin thing was only 14. i had to stop her from getting tetanus, apparently earlier in the month she decided to grab a motherfucking snapping turtle, frankly amazed she's still in one piece. her grandfather was the man who took me to shoot for the first time, so goddamn many years ago. my mom asked him about something gun related and his response gave me the bittersweet revelation that in terms of technical information, i've surpassed him in the intervening years. i can guarantee he's still a better shot than me though, given just a relative lack of experience on my end.

at first i only drank water because the only non-alcoholic drinks the barkeep said she had were non-alcoholic beer and coke products, and given the current boycott i'm trying my best to steer clear from coke products. then my little cousin mentioned she wanted a daiquiri, and apparently they had them available so i got one too (or first, rather, just by sheer luck of the draw). virgin, of course, just like i used to get when i was a little kid. one of the many things that felt nostalgic tonight. karaoke had started, and i saw my grandparents dancing together to a love song, and i felt like crying. it was through a window, but i saw a very special moment. a part of me was envious, for what they have. i'd never tell them that, though.

eventually, the crowd that came for the party started clearing out, and there were a few unrelated people who just came for the karaoke. one was a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful singing voice. my mom really hit it off with her after she sang, though i couldn't hear a word they said due to how loud the music was. the same could be said of my grandparents talking right next to me. i was resting my arm on my grandma's chair, and i felt it wobble from being a bit uneven. i decided to wiggle the chair a bit, which got a smile out of her. something else i remember from earlier was that i talked to my uncle. a bit about him:

he's my grandma's adopted little brother. i mention that he's adopted because he's native. don't know what tribe or anything, he's never mentioned it and frankly, given how he taught us kids words in "indian" i'm not entirely sure he knew either. again, adopted. in terms of raising him my great grandparents did about as good a job as white people living in the 1970s coulda done, frankly. because of that bleeding over into how my grandparents and how my mother raised me, i'd like to think i have a fairly healthy amount of respect and interest in indigenous cultures the world over; especially for somebody whiter than a cracker. so because of him, i don't think i'd be as good a person as i am today without his impact in a somewhat roundabout way, given how we were never the closest or anything. maybe when i was a lot younger, but the years have definitely gone on. and my only regret is that i feel like i can't really communicate how him and his son have impacted who i am as a person.

regardless, i talked with him for a bit. he asked what i was doing with my life, and i mentioned that i've been planning on getting my CDL and becoming a truck driver. he was also a truck driver before he somewhat recently retired, so he gave me a lot of advice, what to expect, what to look for, so on. he mentioned that the biggest downside to trucking is that it gets real lonely, and i said that was fine by me because i'm already a lonely person. he responded saying that it'd be the perfect job for me, then, and empathized with me when i mentioned how shitty that grocery job was. the conversation trailed off after his son, my cousin, came back after paying their bill. he was there with his girlfriend, who started talking about how she wanted to punch the owner dude for how he treated the barkeep lady. i just sorta slinked off from there

a few highlights and notable occurrences of today include: me and my grandma going to the car to be there for my grandpa while it was pouring goddamn buckets, like seriously just a little bit earlier the weather got bad enough that we thought somebody tried to bust open the door at first. being up at the bar with my mom and some guy mentioning that i looked like some guy from the smashing pumpkins(?), with both him and my mom being amazed that i didn't know who they were. he got especially amazed when i mentioned that she was my mom, he just sorta thought we were friends. he pulled up a picture of the guy on his phone and i did see the resemblance in the sense that he was a bald guy with a wide facial structure. one of my relatives i hadn't met before (at least, to my own recollection) wanted to see my eyes, because she wanted to see if i got them from my grandpa. his are blue, mine are hazel. regardless, she said i had beautiful eyes and an even more beautiful smile. really lit up my night, especially after my grandpa mentioned that i usually have beautiful hair too. also led to me having a conversation with the gun grandpa relative guy about how when i was a lot younger, i had my hair a bit longer once and then an old lady i held open a door for called me a "nice young lady" and i immediately shaved it, which he mentioned how he used to be a hippie dude which then went into a whole thing about him struggling with alcoholism and such. after the whole conversation topic had essentially run its course, i mentioned how growing up with my mom i heard a lot about the shit that addiction had done to our family, so i've made sure to never start anything, and i couldn't quite get a read on it but he seemed a bit proud.

at one point my mom was doing karaoke, this was later on in the night. she was doing green day, and she was just bad. had no sense for the flow of the words, no real tune to it, just god awful, it was great. she gestured for me to come up and sing with her, which i denied vehemently, mostly because i knew the song wasn't suited to my voice at all. which, to be fair, it wasn't suited for hers, either, but i actually cared about sounding good. i remembered how many years ago, she told me how much i sucked at singing, and it really hurt my little kid ego. then, a few years back now, back when i had a friend group they all agreed that i had a pretty good singing voice. so when i went up for karaoke, i felt pretty confident in sounding at least decent, albeit anxiety ridden as all hell.

here's the thing about my singing voice. it's not really suited for most of the music i'm really into, much less shit like modern-ish pop or rock or anything like that. i think it's unequivocally best suited for oldies, especially shit like sinatra. so, that's what i went with, and put in blue moon. i had songs from new vegas on the mind, since earlier the guy running the karaoke equipment sang why don't you do right from it presumably to fill the gaps between actual customers wanting to sing. and god dammit, when i got up and grabbed the microphone i was fucking shaking, especially my legs. i was anxious, because i wasn't sure if i was gonna turn out well, and to my relief i did. something i think was one of my better points was my rhythm/timing, i can't say i know the words by heart but i do know the way they're sung deep in my bones. i kept my eyes glued to the lyric screen until the first break in the song, and then i looked at the "crowd" (which, wasn't very many people but still). they all seemed to be genuinely enjoying it, and not at my expense either. something else i'm particularly proud of is how i'd occasionally misspeak (missing?) e.g. saying "flew moon" instead of "blue moon", but i managed to stay almost perfectly in sync with how the song's supposed to go without stopping and going "ah shit", y'know. i definitely know it's an important skill in live performances to be able to just keep on going even if you fuck up, so i'm definitely pretty happy about that.

afterwards i got applause. and like, i had been there for the night, i could definitely tell the polite applause from the "oh shit that was good" applause y'know. i didn't get as much hype as the lady who was an actually good singer, but i could tell that i did a pretty good job. my mom said that i did really good too, and both her and my grandpa congratulated me on having the balls to actually get up there and sing because they know how i am. afterwards my grandpa said he was genuinely impressed, and i know for a fact he'd let it be known that i did a shitty job if i did a shitty job, so that meant a lot. it was, in fact, my first time ever singing karaoke, so despite not being The Best tonight we're all definitely happy with how it turned out. that felt really nice.

it's bittersweet, seeing that he's finally done with this fucking job. he literally had number 1 seniority in the entire company, and this isn't a small company. it's mostly local, but it's big enough that there are a few stores in places like chicago. all of the people he worked with clearly loved him, and i'm glad that i have a grandpa worth being considered "the best boss i've ever had" by so many goddamn people. we had people who he hadn't even worked with in years, who moved to other jobs or other stores, they all came just to show how much they loved him. i'm glad he's so loved, i love him too. i just hope he doesn't go fucking insane from being home so damn much. tonight was a good night

[tetsunabouquet]

Kise X FAB Reader: Daughter of Wind

A/N: I wanted to go with FAB instead of female reader from now on, because I just wanted to make it clear that my characters typically being female coded has to do with most of the characters implied to be just straight, and I wanted to make to make it clear to gender neutral readers of the female gender that I don’t give a crap about gender roles, but then I figured I’d ended up excluding trans girls so scratch that. Being a female at birth still holds true for this storyline though.

Anyways, ever heard of the real ending of The Little Mermaid? Basically, she doesn't gets the prince, desolves into seafoam but because of her selfless character she is awarded to become a Daughter of Air, and earn a soul of her own. Depending on how you interpret that saying, she either goes straight to heaven which not having had a soul left her unable to do or she becomes human and goes to heaven after living her life out.

I'm going for the latter interpretation of this ending.

Once upon a time, you were a mermaid princess, the youngest of your sisters. You had lived in a beautiful palace beneath the sea, with the joys of your magical underwater garden. Yet, you were too curious and the world you were born in couldn't contain you. You wanted to know what mountains looked like, the ones you heard from legends. You wanted to see what kind of grass grew on land, what that felt like. Then came the pain of unrequited love. You had loved your prince dearly, but he had his heart devoted to the princess that cured him back to health. It shattered you to pieces, but you sisters were there to give you a knife, saying taking his life and sprinkling his blood on your legs would turn you back. Not that you could. You couldn't blame him, or destroy his happiness for simply being in love with someone else. That's not the kind of thing you can control. Your self-sacrifice had made you worthy of becoming a Daughter of Air and Wind, being granted the ability to actually work to become human by serving them as wind and breeze for 300 years. Which is what brought you to Kaijo, present day, having recently finished your duty at last. You had known him for years now and had watched him grow from a little boy into an adolescent of your own age.

He was five years old when you first met him. You actually got one year off every time you secretly entered someone's home and found a good child. Kise had been your golden goose that day, the way he allowed his sisters to dress him up like a doll with no complaints, and smiled so sweetly to his parents removed one year. You were already so close to your retirement, that you were slightly getting impatient. After almost 190 years, your examplary work was close to paying off. You took in the boy's adorable and rare features. 'Those golden eyes of his are certainly impressive.' You smiled, and were intending to leave for the day and return to your job when you felt those golden eyes on you, as if Kise could see you. He didn't, but it seemed like he could sense you. 'He must be one of those that can sense magic. Seems he's got some great instincts too.' You smiled broadly at the kid, one more time, before leaving.

You stayed in Japan. With your days of servitude drawing to a close, you decided to stay in Japan and get acquainted with its modern day culture so you actually could intergrate in their human society by the time your work was finished. Perhaps it was because of that, or perhaps it was loneliness, which made you visit the Kise household over and over again. The boy's ability to sense you made you feel like you had some sort of companion in the kid, at least and he was fun to watch. His sisters reminded you of your own, and you watched them occasionally with nostalgic tears in your eyes. A mermaid's lifespan was about 300 years, and with all the hard work you put in, they still had a little more then a century left. Just like your human life. The idea you could still see them, one day, after so long, was a heartache you couldn't forget. The parents were such wonderful, loving people too. Both so incredibly patient with their vivacious children. You loved how the Kise patriarch was part of the neighborhood watch, and would patrol around the area to ensure its safety and help out the occasional animal in need of rescue. He was such a good, responsible father. The Kise matriarch was a complete sweetheart. You had no other way to describe the good hearted woman. Gentle but friendly, she had the perfect welcoming air of a mother. They were such a happy, lucky family. They were enviable indeed.

By the time your service was finished, you stuck by the only thing you knew. The Kise household. There was a young witch living not too far from them, and you convinced her to be roommates. Hina was a noisy, chronically bored early twenty-something who had nothing better to do but to stick her nose in your business in between her work time. Some of it, you appreciated, because she actually wanted to help you track down your sisters. The rest, not so much. Her job was performing magic for the rich, enchanting or summoning anything they desired, in exchange for some good cash. Her customers came and went regardless of the hour. and it could be a rather scandalous place from time to time. But with her magic, she easily forged documents making you her younger sister and her your legal guardian. If you weren't too busy being annoyed with her, she impressed you. With her help, you enrolled Kaijo, knowing Kise was joining that year too. Hina was also responsible for your current situation of the day, obviously, because Hina wouldn't be herself if she didn't thought of being a matchmaker. Which is why, every time, Ryota entered the same room as you, something nearby you would explode. Hina had some very bizarre ideas to get his attention, and some were slightly dangerous indeed. 'It seems all witches have a habit of nearly killing me.' You thought to yourself as this time, someone's bag next to you exploded, the pages from their textbook spilling all over you. 'I curse that witch-bitch!' You thought to yourself as you pulled a half-shredded page from your face, seeing Ryota right in front of you. His golden eyes were staring at you with amusement, and you stiffled a groan. 'Great, now I've been humiliated in front of him.' "Seems things are exploding around you lately, huh?" "Well, yeah. It seems I'm attracting the freak accidents today." You smiled awkwardly, trying not to feel like you were dying at the fact he was acknowledging your existence. He paused to study you, "you really certain we haven't met before?" "For the hundredth time Kise-san, I have nevet met you before. " You said defensively, before hurrying afterwards, frightened you scared him off, "Though it's somewhat of a pity. You seem like an interesting boy." Ryota snorted as a response. "Most girls compliment my looks rather then my personality." "Well, those are impressive too. But there's more to you, isn't there?" You asked whilst looking into his golden eyes. 'God. could I sound any more cliché?!' He chuckled and winked before he walked to sit with Shiki Sousuke, who he'd been becoming close friends with since the start of school year. You inwardly swooned. 'Why is he so god damn charming?'

You were walking down the hallway to go the school library to study for the upcoming classical Japanese literature test. As you turnt around the corner, walking into the large book filled room, you heard someone shouting your name before hearing a loud bang. Just in time, you were pushed down the ground as a bookcase exploded next to you. Ryota pinned you safely to the ground, shielding you from the damage of the blast. Paper snippets were stuck in his hair, but he appeared uninjured. Relief washed over you, and you cursed Hina once more. "I think it's about time you tell me why things are exploding around you, l/n." You bit your lip at his inquisitive gaze. "Perhaps its unforeseen forces trying to bring us together?" You 'joked' lightly. "Or maybe the universe is trying to tell me you're more then just an ordinary girl." Ryota speculated, making you freeze under his grasp. As people gathered around you, he helped you up. You timidly stood next to him, wondering what he was going to do or say. He escorted you to the table, and you could see the fangirls in the library glare at you from a distance, making you sweatdrop. As he made you sat down, he sat next to you. "Tell me, do you have magic powers?" Ryota asked, his eyes shining with a childlike curiosity you had seen a million times, but you had never gone bored off. Especially now he was actually a handsome young man of your age, with abbs and an adonis-like face that would make the prince pale in comparison. "Not anymore. It's someone else who's put me under a magical prank of sorts at the moment." You confessed softly, watching his eyes widen. "So...You lost your powers?" Ryota whispered. "Not really. I worked to become human. I didn't like being magical all that much." "EH?!" Ryota yelped, and you shot him a murderous look. "Keep it down!" You hissed. "Sorry. It's just, that's pretty unusual. Most of us humans want to be magical." Ryota explained quietly, and you shrugged in response. "Everyone wants to be what they cannot be. As a model, you certainly know that, don't you?" He fell silent at that, for a while, but a chatterbox like Ryota wouldn't be shut up with any words forever. "And then you said I was the interesting one. Your story certainly is more impressive and intriguing then mine, y/ncchi!" 'Y/ncchi...' "That's the first time you ever called me that." "Well, considering the magical world seems to have intentions of matchmaking us, I would be an idiot to turn down a beauty literally out of this world. Or was all your pathetic flirting for the past few months the way you socialize wherever you come from?" He teased, and you couldn't help but playfully whack him across the head. "I do like you. " You said, grinning. "You're surprisingly more perceptive then the prince too." "Wait, what prince?!" Ryota asked as you stood up, not wanting to forget to actually study. "Y/ncchi?!" You giggled, feeling as if happiness was tickling the insides of your cheeks as they pulled up in a stupid grin. As you walked back to his table, books stuffed under your arms, he looked at you with teary eyes. "I thought you were leaving me!" "Sorry Mr Drama King. I do have to study. Especially if you want me to have time for a date. I mean, we are dating right now, right?" "Of course! I want to take you out this Saturday, actually!" Not bothering to whisper that part, all of the fangirls slowly gathered at the back of the library to sob their eyes out. But you didn't notice, nor did you care. Because for the first time, you actually had feelings for a boy who wasn't in love with someone else, who actually wanted to try things out with you and saw what you were worth. And it felt good. Ryota heard your voice across the winds when no one else could and he saw you so clearly now, it was the best feeling in the world. 

[group6-railwaystation]

Day 3

Our day began early, around 6:30 AM, with two groups setting off. The first group included Simran, Shivdip, and Ritika, while the second had Jatin and Ansh. Unfortunately, one of our favorite member Merwyn couldn't join us for various reasons.

We departed promptly and arrived at Kurukshetra railway station by 7:00 AM. The moment we arrived, we were greeted by rain and chilly breezes. Despite the shelter provided by the sheds, the strong winds caused water to seep inside. We noticed that water from the previous day’s rain was still present, and now, even more water was accumulating everywhere.

As people avoided the lifts due to difficult navigation, they relied on the staircases. We decided to head to the footbridge to capture pictures of the beautiful weather. However, what we found was quite the opposite of beauty—the walls of the bridge were stained with gutka (tobacco) spits, even covering the bird drawings. Simran, who has a keen interest in birds, pointed out that the paintings didn’t accurately represent the common birds found in Kurukshetra or Haryana. Even the birds that were common were depicted in a way that made them hard to recognize. Surprisingly, the footbridge itself was dry inside, and some people were sleeping there.

After exploring the station for a while, the groups split up. Today was the first time we had breakfast at the station. Simran and Ritika opted for freshly made pakoras, which they found quite decent, while Shivdip, being Shivdip, stuck to Bourbon biscuits. Simran and Ritika also enjoyed a cup of chai, which Shivdip again refused.

We continued our research under the rain, focusing on capturing pictures of signs and symbols. Along the way, we noticed people brushing their teeth and having homemade breakfasts. We then discovered a park within the station area and decided to explore it. Ritika took a stroll around the park, while Simran and Shivdip found a peaceful spot to sit, eventually dozing off for 45 minutes under the gentle rain. Shivdip woke up feeling nostalgic, reminiscing about his village days, and mentioned how the air here felt so rich in oxygen, making him genuinely happy.

During this time, Jatin and Ansh were busy finding their own breakfast and ended up having an insightful conversation with the station superintendent.

After reuniting, we headed towards the interlocking department, which was beyond the park. Although we hadn’t planned to visit it that day, nature called, and we urgently needed to use the restroom. Inside, we discovered the signaling department on the ground floor and the interlocking and communication department upstairs. Initially, the staff hesitated to let us in, but Ritika's polite demeanor convinced them otherwise.

Once inside, we learned about the old signaling systems, which had been in use since before independence with no modern interventions. The department managed 13 stations from Ameen to Mohri, with officers receiving calls every two minutes to change tracks. They used to rely on a machine filled with buttons for each station and train before things went digital. Although we were initially prohibited from taking pictures, we were eventually allowed to photograph a machine that was no longer in use. The department was staffed by three officers: one handling communication, another receiving calls, and the third changing tracks via a monitor. Two of them were quite friendly, but the third was a bit skeptical of our presence.

We then observed the goods train loading wheat and decided to follow the entire path to see how far the road connected to the tracks. After walking around 300 meters, we reached a godown, where we saw a weighing machine for trucks loaded with goods. However, we weren’t allowed inside without permission from the district office, so we just observed from a distance and left.

On our way back, we stopped at a tapri for chai and Parle-G biscuits and obviously to rest on a very rainy day.

We also decided to cover the track areas and the bridge, during which Ansh left to continue his own research at the station. As we were walking back, we encountered a keyman carrying a big hammer.

Curious, we asked him about his job and learned that he walks 6 kilometers daily to inspect the tracks. He shared how he handles situations involving suicides or dead animals, noting that he’s become desensitized to such sights. He even mentioned how he sometimes calls monkeys on his route, who then sit on his shoulders. We accompanied him for 1.5 kilometers before reaching a stopping point. From there, we spotted an e-rickshaw and, after a treacherous walk through a slippery, muddy path, managed to catch a ride back to Umri. We then walked back to the campus on foot, enjoying the beautiful day.

That night, we gathered to discuss everything we had covered during the day. It was truly a memorable experience.

[the-mtf-dracula]

Maybe I'm being fucking stupid here but the difference between human inspiration and a llm collecting data is clearly the process. Like if I watch a movie and say I want to make a role playing game similar I have an emotional and material relationship to these that

I tried to write a more logical argument but its not whats in my heart. The original comic is really two points that dont cohere. One about feeling your art isnt transformative enough and a second trying to justify that feeling with ai art?? To the first, the difference the process of making the damn thing. What makes a piece be considered "art" isn't just the piece itself, its everything that went into its productio, how the creator or creators feel about the things that influenced them, how its being displayed, how the audience reacts and a million other factors. We're still arguing Duchamp's fucking fountain. What make a thing transformed or original is completely decided by its viewers. We don't live in that world we're caterpillars in the womb and butterflies in the tomb. Spend our whole lives in cocoons, changing and transforming. Same with anything we make. What's new and fresh today, is old and unorginal tomorrow, is warm and nostalgic the day after, good for its time but you've seen too many things based off so its not the same after that, hell if your lucky in a couple hundred years it'll be historically significant until no one lays eyes on it again. All that time, it'll be transforming and changing, the work never finished. This comic wants a world with easy answers, beginnings and endings, butterflies, and caterpillars.

What I'm trying to get at with this is that ai art isn'ta art because people don't consider it to be art, and if we're lucky, they never will. It's fucking boring; the computer takes existing thing from its dataset and mixes them in to something new but it doesn't have a reason. I could see the exact image but one made by person is inherently more meaningful because the person's thought process the labour needed to make it are what makes it worth while. If a friend draws yoda smoking a fat blunt, it has meaning they gave it by making it. if i iask "why did you spend two hours of your life making this" them even if they say "I have no clue it just came to me, felt I needed too" that reason makes it intresting. Any output the computer makes is just that -output- it has no reason for making it besides being prompted to - no relation to the things it's portraying. If you ask why it won't say anything, just wait for the next prompt.

I thought about ai art a lot when this stuff first got popular, and it just made me think of Maurizio Bolognini's sealed machines (I'm simplifying) a piece consisting of multiple machines plugged, sitting in a large room, in together generating art that nobody will ever see. I think that's what we should do to all these things. The process of the people making them is interesting. The machines and programs themselves I think are art, the piece itself. The things they make are worthless and uninteresting, there's no motive or process to what they make its just machine output - rolling machinic dice to make pretty meaningless colours.

There are better reblogs than my rambling fucking speech, talking about the labour and moral stuff. I will be annoying about the apple thing though. Original sin isn't stealing the apple!!!!!!!!!!! It's eating it!!!!

TL:DR making anything is like jacking off, and if you're lucky, you can jack off with your friends, but don't let a computer jack you off it can't do it in a new and peculiar way

"Original" Sin is what i've titled this piece. by me. sorry if you don't have "collapse long posts" enabled. I have many thoughts.

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