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Dear Big Brother
kind of a sequel to this comic
#FINALLY FINISHED IT. THIS HAS BEEN SITTING UNFINISHED FOR ALMOST A FUCKING YEAR#and of course i get around to it right after making that stupid masterpost. well there's another one to add i guess#anyway. this was originally now that you're gone part 2. basically aryll's counterpart to their dad's perspective#botw#loz#skribbles#i will say ignoring this for so long was good actually because it confirmed my suspicions that my pen pressure no longer works#the way it used to. so if you see any weird inconsistencies between panels or pages it's not me it's my fucking tech#for some reason i need WAY more pressure than i used to to get the same level of opacity in sai which is. not great for my hands#but whatever ive gotten used to it by now. ignore the inconsistencies in this comic its fine
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People who only get in contact/say they miss you when they need something 😒😒😒
#thank you for observing the bare minimum niceties i guess#but also#i no longer work there#and you don’t reach out/reach back when I tried to maintain social contact for like holidays and stuff#(seriously. how hard is it to just say ‘happy holidays to you too. hope ur well too!’)#idk#it wouldn’t bother me so much if i hadn’t thought last year we were friends enough to do that#like i was starting to think of them as friend friends and not just work friends#but like. none of them reached out or checked in. even tho i reached out for holidays abd beginning of the year and everything#which. ya know. hurts a bit#and now that they have a question now they wanna reach out#i mean like. i answered and was polite bc of course that is the correct thing to do#but i am feeling some type of way abt it#and i’m not sure if it is just the general discontent/depression of this time of year exacerbating things for me#or why this strikes such a nerve#but apparently it does#kiki shouts into the void#and i guess it wouldn’t bother me so much if my own family didn’t do it too#(estranged family)#only reaching out not to check on us or with genuine concern/care. only when they are fishing for gossip or being nosy abt our lives#or wanting something#idk. idk.#i just am Feeling Feelings today#and have to vent them to the void#which i guess is better than letting them consume me?#and my journal is far away at home. so. shouting into the void it is!
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twins in time continuation of that blue doodle comic thingy, but fidd is forced to take care of stan when Ford gets into the portal stuff, leaving him behind.
I reckon he teaches him math…
#I’m realising you meant to make it MORE angsty up in here and lemme say I love how your brain works#I have yet to decide how ford getting stuck in the portal works with this au#I’m getting more and more into it I might need to actually sit down and flesh it out smh#but yknow fidds being a dad and all#I dunno maybe having lil Stanley around makes him stick around ford for longer#or maybe he just yoinks him outta there bc ford should NOT be around a kid in that state#more accurately bill shouldn’t be around kids…#OOOGH THOUGHTS!!!#my art#ask#twins in time au#stan pines#ford pines#stanford pines#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#gravity falls
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I don’t care whether you like rooster teeth or not the idea of deleting 21 years of media should be incredibly concerning
#Remy writes#rooster teeth#if I wasn’t so so sleepy I would explain how it especially fucks over artists/editors/animators/etc#bc how are they going to showcase their work to potential employers if the work No Longer Exists#also They Will Do This To Your Fave
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I love "i would kill for you" ship dynamics but what about "i would stop killing" ship dynamic??
I would lay down my sword for you. I would change my nature and go against everything i've known. I would resist the easy way out of solving my problems. I would give up the adrenaline of battle to stay by your side and make tea instead. I'm not sure I know who I am without a weapon in my hand because I've had to fight for so long but for you I'm willing to try and figure this out.
It must be hard. To put down your weapon that's protected you for so long. It's allowed you to stay alive it's kept you from getting hurt--physically and mentally. Because you've never had to worry about a real relationship if you think you'll be dead at the next battle. And you feel naked without it and it feels like you're ripping off an extension of yourself. Are you even whole without it? Are you worthy of being loved if you can't prove it by risking your life? And yet they've found someone who's asking them for something much harder than dying in battle on their behalf. They've found someone who wants them to live. And that's much more terrifying.
#i know this sounds like the 'bad guy falls for good guy' which can be fun but thats not what i mean#anyway. this wasn't quite zukka but i do think it aligns with my au of zuko not dying on the throne and sokka retiring his sword to paint#and living like piandao in the mountains. urging zuko to retire and zuko no longer needing fire bending and not knowing what to do with#himself if he doesnt have to fight#so he uses his bending to make tea instead :)#aka this is how divorced zukka can still get together#zuko being upset bc sokka chose work over them in the first place but so dodnhe#but he gets a second chance in retirement#if he can give it up
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public libraries are so crazy man. like you’re telling me I can read this book for free
#not plonts#since I no longer work at the university I lost my access to the university library#which is a massive F but it means I have been going to the public library#and you know what. it’s a good vibe#they do not have the hyperspecific plant research books I was checking out from the old library but dude it’s so nice#at the public library there are also old ladies playing mahjong and kids going NO WAY over a dinosaur book etc
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]
#griddlehark#tlt#the locked tomb#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#gtn#when u and the situationship livin it up in a haunted palace... FO FREE!!!!!#i wanted 2 do a background 4 this but college and work have been kicking my ASS so#figured i should just post it and move on i got other sketches and wips#anyways hello tlt fans do not expect me 2 draw anything the same twice. love u <3#in this kitchen we fuck it And we ball. no artistic sameness and we like it that way. i also serve food once a month#stay at your own risk#i've been going insane over tlt by myself on my side acc and the longer i have no one 2 talk abt nona grief with#the more art i will pop out. but also pls i need 2 talk abt this shit w someone i'm coughing and dying out here
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Simon Riley is a chubby chaser
He's constantly surrounded by violence he needs to be harder and sharper than his enemies.
He's covered in scars and hard skin from years on the field and his missions always leaves him on edge... until he comes home to you.
You are his complete opposite. You and your soft plush body. The only marks on you skin are the stretch marks you shyly tried to hide the first time you two fell into bed together.
The way everything about you is a luxury he thought he could never deserve.
It takes him a day or too to settle at home. For his brain to register that he's safe and he doesn't need to be ghost he can be Simon.
You don't have time to even think when you hear him come down into the living room before he's on you. Groping your soft flesh and kissing you like there is no tomorrow.
He pushes your soft thighs apart yanks your underwear off. And he feasts. You lock him in soft thighs keeping him in place while he makes a mess out of you.
You've learned fairly quickly that Simon is a talker when he has his face buried in your pretty cunt. He's the happiest when he's being suffocated by the fat of your thighs.
And when he looks up at you and your pretty bouncing tits? The man is in heaven.
He pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. And he hasn't even fucked you yet.
#simon ghost riley x reader#chubby chaser simon#simon riley smut#cod smut#Please have this while I work on my longer fics
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once again thinking about jason as duke’s robin. he’s ~4 years younger than jason, and that puts him at 8-12 during Jason’s time as robin. that’s prime time to get attached to your local kid vigilante before your own life goes downhill.
and if we try to keep duke’s meeting with bruce in zero year + duke’s age (so he can remember the meeting and hold that conversation with bruce), he has to be around 8. if he starts following batman through the news at that time because of the mess that just happened, the robin he sees is probably jason. I’ve literally connected the dots
#we are not of course keeping zero year itself. what a mess.#maybe smth very similar so it’s still the riddler causing mass chaos!#the titans so we actually keep the no robin physically present in the story part the same#look. if we want zero year convo we need to give bruce a robin at the time. it could be 17-18yr old who’s not even in gotham bc he’s with#by time tim shows up he’s already attached to jason#and then steph’s robin suddenly for a bit but only for a bit. and then tim comes back but he’s in bludhaven for a while#i do think duke would think steph is really cool tho. and they reasonably couldve met as civilians#and then duke’s busy bouncing around foster homes the streets and looking for his parents#i wanted to talk about how much i love it and the tags are just be working out a timeline for post crisis events & post flashpoint ones (an#some of duke’s important events are related to things which are no longer canon. such is life. let’s do our best based on ages)#duke thomas#jason todd
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He tried
(please tell me if I have to tag this with a cw or tw. I made this because someone once texted me "kys" and I thought it was meant to be "kiss" till I looked it up and I found it kinda funny. Remember to be nice to each other!)
#the longer I worked on this the less I liked it#but I had spend too much time on this to just not finish it#sun really tried to spell kiss but messed up#fnaf dca#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#fnaf y/n#sb dca#sb daycare attendant#sb sun#sb moon#sb eclipse#dca y/n
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mourning black and the death of ideals
#i haven't moved on from this yet. btw. i'm still here#finally decided to draw the thought i've been ruminating over for days on end bc it's like a parasite eating away my brain#stated this on the initial post i made days ago but there's just smt so gut wrenching and sickening#about how dazai will have worn black exactly twice in his life: once as a member of the mafia and now at kunikida's funeral#a color that initially signified devotion to the mafia and his demon prodigy alias now signifies his grief#him having to wear black again at the funeral of another doomed fatalist who chose his heart over his survival. his own partner.#kunikida's death being so reminiscent of the tragedy that initially caused him to defect and flee#and everything tying together full circle and effectively breaking him#asagiri rly said fuck knkdz it's doppover we lost gang ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜#why did bro leave that fucking notebook behind#fool. do you know that angst potential you have left me to work with?#love never won in bsd. it lay dead and festering#i don't know how much longer i can keep saying i miss them. i'm going to kill myself if he doesn't come back#i've never wanted something to be death bait so desperately#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#dazai osamu#osamu dazai#kunikidazai#knkdz#kunizai#(??? technically. its implied anyway)#lotus draws
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december 31st but i make it silly (based on a tumblr post, below the cut!)
everyone say thank you xenia, i made adjustments for the december 31st context but nyx avatar is still fitting.
original draft of the last panel. i considered putting the bi flag but i didn't know how to squeeze it in. we love ryoji mochizuki in this house.
#persona 3#ryomina#ryoji mochizuki#minato arisato#makoto yuki#lizzy does art#comic#this was so fun!!!! i missed doing funny little overdramatic lighting for silly jokes.#honestly i just miss coloring in general! so im gonna be doing more of that this year :3#i think this is a great way to start the year i think. intended for dec 31st but it took some time to work on this#the sketch draft has been sitting around since the end of june 2023... i am not joking when i say i forget to finish things#BUT THATS NO LONGER GONNA BE THE CASE THIS YEAR. hopefully!#im going to do so swag this year and no one can stop me!! i hope everyone will also be swag. stay silly everyone!
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Paul Atreides & Feyd Rautha in Dune: Part Two // Dune by Frank Hubert, Chapter 48
#have another longer web weavy post i was working on but like#they’re mirrors#they’re foils#inversed doppelgängers#you don’t get it#duneedit#feyd x paul#paul atreides#feyd rautha#paul x feyd#feydpaul#paulfeyd#feyd rautha harkonnen#dune part two#dune part 2#dune#*dune#*
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omg kahl broflobster !?
#idk what that caption is about the word broflobster just could not leave my brain for some reason ðŸ˜ðŸ˜#this took way longer than it should have#hoping I can draw Kenny and Stan faster!!!#but yea trying to figure out how I wanna draw fanon Kyle in my style!!#also TEXTURED HAIR IS SO MUCH FUN TO DRAW#id like to imagine his hair gets frizzier the angrier he gets teehee#i know thats not how hair works but like apply ghibli magic to it alright#south park#south park fanart#kyle broflovski#sp kyle#shroomer's art !#artists on tumblr#shroomer's archives: south park
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will you meet me halfway?
anyway i finished wolf 359 earlier this month and ive been insane ever since so i had to get this out my system. i Care for them so so Deeply
#w359#wolf 359#doug eiffel#hera wolf 359#eiffera#he was mid process kicking off his silly space boots and got distracted by something he wanted to show hera#and many such cases. i have been there#save me sarah shachat eiffel/hera playlist save me…..#i'd originally spent a while painting a 'wolf howling at the moon but the moon is a pizza' shirt design for eiffel and man i wish it had-#-worked. but i couldn't get it to look right so i made him this even more cringe shirt instead#i cant look at this thing anymore i cant IT IS DONE. if anything looks weird it's bc i've looked at it too long and i can no longer tell#i was planning to sell prints of this at MCM London! i will be there. table m14. istg i saw ppl talking about a w359 meetup?#if so count me in omg.....i have literally noone to yap to about it rn. save me#(i need to check on the ok-ness of selling w359 prints bc of it being. yanno. very indie. ig i could email them??)#lottieart
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