#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

[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

[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.

[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

[niittinaatti]

Stuff about my @loominggaia ocs and fanfic stuff from the Discord

Here’s some LG fanfic-related stuff that I’ve talked about on the Discord server, and figured should also post here to make it easy to find.

The drawing is based on this meme:

These three probably aren’t actually in a polycule or anything I just felt like drawing this. I think Yue and Awesomeness have fucked at least once tho

Random facts about Yue

Her little fang sticks out because it started growing before the baby tooth came off and ended up going over it and now she refuses to get it fixed because it looks cool. This is based on me except mine is on the other side

She’s around 7’2” tall, and real skinny and flat-chested

Her favorite kingdom is the Unseelie Court, and would probably move there if it wasn’t so far from her birthplace (she dies a lot)

Her favorite food is nettle pancakes

If she’s in Umory-Ond and sees a blue-eye mushroom she’s gonna eat it no matter what

Her favorite animals are snakes and cone snails

She’s bi

The magnet staff is made of cobalt, nickel, and magic crystal

Her earrings aren’t symmetrical, she only has the diamond thing on the left side

She can change herself to a part bat form similar to Lily in that one post.

She was married to an entomologist once, but he died. Let’s call him Beetles (his original name was Beetle but idk if that’s too silly, so let's say it's a nickname) He studied bugs while his wife studied bigger animals nearby. Also Yue was a lot taller than him. She hasn’t remarried since, but has dated a few people.

She doesn’t like sweet food

She thinks zombies are cool, but doesn’t do necromancy since it’s illegal in most places. Loves Zareenite zombie movies

She’s ambidextrous

Doesn’t cut her nails, just bites them when they get long

Doesn’t like new clothes and gets most of them at thrift stores. Also doesn’t like overly fancy clothes, or heels since she’s already so tall

Her house basically looks like it’s decorated for Halloween all the time, with spooky decorations. She doesn’t live there much tho

Yue doesn’t just use illusion magic to turn her eyes red because she thinks illusions are lame and prefers “real” magic like transmutation. And she doesn’t transmutate them because I imagine it’d be really hard to transmutate your own eyes, like doing eye surgery on yourself with a mirror, and given how she fucked up Dr. Awesomeness’ eyes she’s not gonna risk it, and buying contacts is cheaper than hiring somebody else to do it. Especially since she’d have to do it again every time she dies.

About Vanella

My original versions of Vanella and Pakila had white hair (in fact Vanella was named Vanilla) but I changed it to black since they’re dworfs to have it make more sense that they live in Zareen. But like I said, Vanella wants to get transmutated to an elf and move to Mogdir, and since I’m so nostalgic for her old look, I decided to just make that canon. I can’t find a better drawing to save my life but she’d look something like this (warning: crappy old drawing)

And for some reason at some point I gave her an edgy spider tattoo that totally ruins her color scheme. And I’ll sort of bring that back too: Yue is the one doing the transmutation, and gives her an edgy spider tattoo as a prank because she finds Vanella annoying.

I think after Yue has transmutated Vanella and she notices the spider tattoo, Yue goes “I guess, spider, on your arm” and since she can’t lie, lets Vanella come to the conclusion that an actual spider got on her arm and got accidentally fused into her. Yue makes a vague sound that could be interpreted as “yes” and kicks out Vanella once she fails to produce a good enough monster trading card to convince her to remove it.

But you gotta understand, earlier Vanella asked Yue if she can call her Yue, Yue said “mmh” and Vanella immediately started calling her Huey-Dewey-Louie, referred to Mr. Garnet as “my eggs-husband, I call him that because he’s such an egghead, Gargleblaster” when telling how she got Yue’s contact, and sang an entire verse of Heads, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes when describing what she wants to get transmuted. Can you blame Yue

It’s actually a pretty good transmutation though, Vanella can do magic and everything. I imagine about on the level of a gaian made magical as an adult. She can deal with one edgy spider tattoo. The first spell she learns is an illusion to cover it up. Also, she’s shorter than average elves (Yue is not very good at making people tall), but she’s totally fine with that as she’s still taller than she’s used to.

The Looming Games

This is sort of a crack idea me and @darkwingphoenix came up with. Basically, every 4 years, 24 divines fight to the (temporary) death in the wilderness Hunger Games-style in this game funded by the World Athenaeum, and it’s televised by Zareen and shown all over the world, or re-enacted by actors in Nymph Pact territories because that’s funny.

There’s some who regularly compete in it, like Devajaya, Okatogg and Hulushka, and some occasionally attend. But since they can’t always get enough willing divines, sometimes they have to kidnap a few random divines and force them to attend for people’s entertainment. They get magic gems implanted in their necks that track their status and location, prevent them from killing themselves before the games, and explode Suicide Squad-style if they bring any Divine Executioners in. It’s a bit fucked up but that’s on brand for this world.

Misc

Since Dr. Awesomeness was born in Zareen I figure she actually looks Asian-ish, kinda like the canon minervae Mercy. I think she has those narrower eyes under the goggles (if we ignore that one old drawing). In a humanized AU maybe Mercy could be her mom.

Mr. Garnet is allergic to bees. And I’m not sure if Garnet is his first or last name.

Vanella loves food made of bugs, which is one of the reasons she wants to move to Mogdir

I have a lot of other old OCs that I’m thinking of loominggaiaizing, and the ones I mentioned on Discord were Pakila’s probably only friend Maleena (the green-haired girl with one arm) and annoyingly friendly popular girl Sineriina (blue hair and dark skin) who Pakila hates for no reason. Warning more crappy old drawings

I think I’ll make Sineriina a mermaid Aquarian abduction survivor who somehow became really popular for it despite being in Zareen, hence the blue hair, and Maleena just a human who dyes her hair. Btw Sineriina has a twin sister named Akamia not shown here, I think she’s also a mermaid since she has blue hair too, but she’s less annoying so Pakila is more chill with her.

[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.

[rightyosources]

The Beginning

Alrighty! This is how I became a Toonian!

Pretty simple time for me, it was around- the time I was really into Sonic the Hedgehog, the start of me drawing my first ever Sonic OC. I was getting introduced into drawing into the 'Mobian Artstyle', or what I'd like to consider the more modern form of rubberhose.

Now, you'd expect to know already who the famous "FELIX THE WONDERFUL CAT" was around this time, but I in fact never did! I know, shocker, young me was just invested in the Sonic Franchise and that's where he stuck by.

One fateful night, I rested my head on my pillow, slowly setting into slumber. I opened my eyes to find myself leaving a weird building and into a field. A nice grassy field. As I looked ahead, I saw a large tree with the most beautiful flowers and a perfect arch that someone could rest on. I walked slowly to it, it almost called me, but before I could touch the bark of the tree- I woke up.

That tree ignited something in me, and I had to incorporate it into my Sonic OC's backstory BAHAH- I constantly tried to draw the tree, but young me was a beginner, so I failed miserably, but I never stopped trying.

Fast forward a bit, I was sitting on my table working on some paperwork, and my grandmother was watching videos. She pulls me aside to show me a very special video. I watched as the colors felt nostalgic and the sound of the lute giving me a weird sense of deja vu. That's when I saw it. The tree; It in the video.

I pointed it out in shock, "Wait, I feel like I've seen this before!"

I watched the entire episode, feeling like I've seen this a million times, but had no recollection of ever watching it. I asked my grandma if she ever showed me this before; she said no. I went around to each and every one of my folks, asking if they ever showed me any of these shows. They all said no.

It was weird. Almost too weird. How can I dream of the exact tree if I never even watched this episode? How can I even know this episode before even seeing it? I needed to know more.

I started researching more and more into this charming cat (😼✨) learning more and more about rubberhose and toons. Watching fan media and infamous comic dubs. I felt...connected, like all this time the puzzle pieces were coming together...that's my art style! That's how I should draw!

I kept drawing again and again and again in rubberhose until I could get it right. People loved my art, and I loved it! Though something didn't feel right, I learned about other toons, and I didn't feel connected to my Sonic OC and the Sonic community anymore, and something bout that rabbit...

The more media I found of toons, the more interested I was. I felt connected to only one in particular though. A black and white cat. I started to draw him, over and over and over. I even posted about him in the art and blog of my DeviantArt. (I used to roleplay as my Sonic Character, it was a thing-)

Soon, my time came to a close in the Sonic Fandom, I figured out it was time to move on, but how I tell my fans?

I told them by saying I, Felix the Cat, was taking over the account and would use it from now on. (I didn't, I used my spotify to post art for playlist covers.) Then eventually, I decided to just start a new DA account from scratch. Rightiofelix.

Other than that, I also started to change my gamer handle to fit more. People started to call me Felix, it felt great. I felt wonderful! It fit to me like a glove! Could it be that maybe I am Fe- NO! no no no! That's crazy talk!

I was very in denial, and yet, I indulged in it greatly.

My friend at the time really believed I was too, and often asked me about it, which I definitely fed into; I even fought with a double who barely knew anything about me in a questionnaire, just to prove who was the real one. In retrospect, that was very silly of me.

One day, I made a Pinterest, and I was in Freshman year. I made friends. Friends like me. I thought at least. I acted like myself, not the version they believed me to be. I was the only person there who probably wasn't roleplaying. I took everything as real, cause to me, I was real, but that's crazy talk? Right?

They replaced me with a roleplayer, and it made me realize that I was different. I wasn't roleplaying or pretending to be someone I wasn't. I wasn't trying to play some persona, I was just being me, reacting to the situations they gave me.

Due to personal reasons, I had to leave the friend group.

At this point, I wasn't sure what I was. I was confused and scared that I was slowly losing my mind. I didn't dwell on it, I kept the thought in the back of my head as I head onto my school computer to look up fanart, because that was what made me happy. I had work sure, but I'm a procrastinator.

What's this? A Felix Highschool AU?

No way! They made it exactly like me! Why are they actually just me?! That's so cool!!! Wow!! They draw so well! I'm going to check out more! Woah! Their art is so cool!! Let me check their bio if I can!

They're...Oswald? Cool!! I love the way he draw himself! That's a awesome reference!!

Daily, I constantly checked his art, seeing if he updated anything. Waiting for his next update. I love his work! It was so cool! It was clockwork for me. Before I worked, I would check his blog. I'd even check it in between, as well as other creators, but nobody sparked my interest as much as his work.

It was months of doing this, and one day I decided to go on Pinterest and look up fanart there! I found his art posted on Pinterest, and somehow, a weird string of luck, I found his account! It was a one and a lifetime opportunity, considering my lack of ways to communicate on the dang school laptop. I really wanted to simply compliment his artwork, that would be enough, that would make me so happy!

But...what if this is weird? I shouldn't message. I doubt he'd even respond. That would be okay though, I'm fine with that. I am just complimenting his work after all, not like I'm expecting a conversation.

I looked at my work and back at the tab. I opened a new tab and searched up heads or tails.

"Heads for yes, Tails for no" I clicked it. It was Heads.

'Hey hey! I really like your art on Tumblr, and I think you should keep it up! Great job!'

I sit back with a smile on my face. I did it! Now back to work...

Ping!

What? No way... NO WAY OH MY GOSH! HE RESPONDED!

From that point on, it's all history.

I kept it a secret that I was Felix the Cat, but he spotted it on his own. I slowly began accepting who I was, in fact, embracing it. I talked to him everywhere! We shared source memories! We were sourcemates somehow!

One day, we decided to create a label. If there was two of us, there could be others, right? How many people out there could be in the closet, just like me! He wanted a label for comprehension, I wanted it for community, and so the label was made!

I started Tumblr soon after and well, here we are!

I am very proud of the long way I've come, and I am grateful for all the support I have received. It's crazy how different things could have been if the smallest change happened! I wouldn't be who I am today, nor even knew who I was to begin with!

From my first source memory, I came a long way, and as much as it can be rough, I am grateful I can remember.

Thank you for listening!

[goldyluna]

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☁️: 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

[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

[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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[tiefthieves]

Not on One Strand are All Life's Jewels Strung

Born out of both boredom and desperation, Sikah’s hobby of repurposing jewelry started when she was a callow runaway. She found thrills in pickpocketing haughty nobles as they walked with noses high down the uneven cobble of the Lower City. With their forgotten scraps of gold and silver, the young rogue would craft new treasures, polishing what could be salvaged and selling what scrap was beyond help. Such escapades were quick to evolve into a habit, and from habit to hobby. Sikah would spend days reimagining discarded jewels and metals into something original, peddling on the streets her handmade bijouterie for extra coin. Even as her adventures took her to places far from Baldur’s Gate’s streets, she continued practicing her craft. It became a nostalgic respite for the tiefling, bringing her back to reality when her mind would wander in the night. 

With heavy pockets, Sikah took refuge in her tent at camp. It was strange to travel with a party again; she had grown accustomed to wandering alone, scavenging food scraps from city stalls, and sleeping on forest floors with one eye open. The first few nights of traveling with her newfound companions she spent recluse in her bedroll, watching and listening as the ragtag group of Nautaloid escapees conversed. She heard them whisper about her, question her isolation, wonder if she would stay around. Sometimes Sikah herself would ponder the same. Still, every night Gale would knock on the closed flap of her tent and offer a warm meal with a smile, reminding her that she was always welcome to drink with the party by the fire. Eventually, Sikah found herself giving in, and like a cat coaxed from its burrow, she slowly began to fraternize with those she traveled with.  

“Well, well, look who finally decided to emerge from the shadows,” Astarion smirked while raising his chalice of presumed wine to his lips. 

Sikah pursed her lips while crossing her arms over her chest. From where she stood over the makeshift seats by the fire, she could easily kick the elf’s indulgence out of his hand and onto the floor, but she resisted the urge. 

“Don’t mind him,” Shadowheart rolled her eyes before gesturing to the empty seat between her and Karlach. “Come, have a seat. I’ll pour you a glass of wine.”

“I don’t drink around strangers, but thank you,” the tiefling declined her offer while cautiously sitting between the two women.

“I’d hardly say we’re strangers, with the tadpoles connecting our consciousnesses and all,” Gale piped in from where he stood, tending to the pot over the flame, “but suit yourself.”  

Despite traveling with the lot for months, Sikah still felt estranged from those fighting beside her. Her companions seemed to trust her enough to lead them through such a crucial journey, yet they hardly knew anything about her; did they know anything about each other? They all seemed to have some semblance of mutual trust, whether it be out of goodheartedness, convenience, or desperation. Sikah had allowed herself to trust before, but doing so reaped no reward. She couldn’t allow herself to be deftly tempted again. Perhaps it was the tadpole wheedling her into susceptibility, but, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of yearning. 

“You know what, Shadowheart? Pour me a glass, will you?” She moved to sit more comfortably in her seat, coiling her tail around her crossed legs.

Sikah met Karlach’s smiling gaze out of the corner of her eye as she gladly caught an empty cup Wyll tossed her way. Maybe opening up wasn’t a bad idea after all.

There were still nights spent alone in her tent, heating tarnished metal with her Asmodeus flame, resculpting abandoned cabochons into new designs. She found herself incorporating elements of her companions' personalities and prose in the pieces she forged, drawing inspiration from their encounters. Perhaps one day, when the battle was won and the tadpoles were but a fleeting worry of the past, Sikah would have the courage to gift the accessories to those who inspired them. But for now, such vulnerable ornaments remained hidden amongst other valuables in her hoard.