#i will be doing drawings for this in the future

[burningcheese-merchant]

Hey so if everyone that follows me or otherwise sees this reblog can you PLEASE reblog it as well? Because this news needs to be delivered to everyone. I am freaking out so fucking bad right now you have no idea

AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.

[godforsakenpaladinofnigh]

Whatever my chilshi doodles dump

I drew them while working and not really have energy to finish any of them. Sometimes I thought if I’m too unimaginative. I don’t really have fresh ideas and kinda draw my old men being gay and in love and all cringe things like that. I’m probably just sad and a little depressed at this moment, feeling stuck and not knowing what my future will be. I guess I will be fine but sometimes I wish I am more confident optimistic and better at what I am doing etc. etc.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Doing Time 8

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, threats, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you try to keep your brother safe in jail but put yourself in danger along the way.

Characters: con/ex-con!Steve Rogers

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Steve kneels between your legs. You quiver as he splays his hands over your thighs, kneading your tender flesh with a growl. He pushes himself back and bends over you, his weight sinking you into the mattress. His lips graze above his fingers, just beneath the trim of your panties, twisted still from his tending. 

His nose tickles you as he traces along the outside of your thighs, planting kisses all along your dimpled skin. You twitch and he snarls deep, giving a gentle nip. You spread your hands over the blanket and tense as he creeps closer to his prize. 

His breath dampens your skin and the thin lace, adding warmth to the slickness already there. 

He nuzzles the panties and drags his finger along the seam. He hooks beneath and tugs them aside. He startles you with the swipe of his tongue. You squeak and dig your heels into the bed. Your stomach coils in on itself and your core thrums with a new heat. You look down at his blonde head, the silver streaks falling forward and tickling your pelvis. You moan as he spreads his tongue wide and tastes you completely. He pulls his tongue up and flicks your clit with the tip. You whine again. 

You bend your legs as your muscles draw tight and you arch your back as he delves into you heedlessly. He groans and growls as he drinks you up shamelessly. Speckles of fire and ice spread over your thighs and up to your neck. You gasp as your breath shallows as the waves curl inside of you. 

He rocks his head and you clutch at the blanket. Your eyes roll back and tendrils wind around your chest and throat. You spasm and cum, heaving as the tides crash upon you in sheer ecstasy, washing away the layers of fear. 

He massages your thighs as he keeps going, pushing your legs wide. He devours you, smearing your delight all over his nose and chin. He fuels you to another climax, even more striking than the last, your legs twitching, your toes curling. 

You reach down to tug on his hair as his tongue swirls and swirls. 

"Please, please," you beg, "please-- Steve." 

He chuckles into you, a rumble that rolls through your guts. He gives one last swipe of his tongue and lifts his head. He looks up at you as your lashes flick open. Your head bobbles as you lift it to meet his gaze. His lips are shiny with your cum. 

He sits up on his knees, his boxers bulging as his chest flexes, his thick middle tautening. He moves closer and bends over you, holding himself above you on his elbows. You smell the sweetness on his breath as he sighs. 

"Say it," he snarls. 

You exhale and flutter your lashes. 

"Say you want me, baby." Your walls clench and your stomach ripples. You moan. He brings a hand to your chin and frames your face with his large hand. "Baby." 

"I--" you wisp. "I... want you." 

"Yeah?" He purrs. 

You nod into his hand. Maybe not, but you need him. In this state, you just need more.  

He pushes off of you. He hooks his fingers in the elastic of his boxers and raises himself he shoves them down, untangling himself as the bed bounces with his effort. He settles back down and grips your hips. His thumbs poke into your flesh and he lifts you just slightly.  

He shifts even closer as he drapes your thighs against his. You whimper as he grabs his dick, pumping his thick length as his throat locks up. He grits out a grunt. You can't look away from what's in his hand. He's... big. 

He aims his tip along your cunt and spreads your wetness over him. He groans as he does. He inches down to your entrance and pauses. He keeps his other hand on your hip and looks you in the eye. 

"You ready, baby?" 

Your lips part and you blink. You swallow dryly, "y-yes." 

His eyes fall down between your legs and he eases into you. Just his head before he stops. He bites his lip and dips in little by little, stopping with each inch as he feels you adjust to him. 

You twitch around him and he slides back. You shiver and slap the bed with a moan. He thrusts back in, deeper than before, and retreats again. He rocks, deliberately, stretching you until you’re squirming, before rearing back. With each plunge, he pushes your limits. 

He falls into a rhythm. He grips your hip tight as his other hand crawls up your stomach. He kneads the cushion there and grunt between shallow breaths. His jaw squares as his blue eyes turn smoky.  

He drags his hand down your side and along your thigh. He caresses down to your knee then pulls your legs up straight. He leans your foot against his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your ankle, and he kisses it. 

He keeps his motion as he purrs. Your brush your hand across the blanket and over your torso. You tremble as your fingertips graze your throat and over your chin. You bite into the heel of your hand and drone. 

You puff out as your insides tangle. He trails over your pelvis and wiggles his thumb between your folds. He rolls over your clit and you gasp. You tense up and reach for him. 

“Steve,” you squeal. 

He chuckles and does it again. You shake and he watches you fall apart. He lets your leg fall away from him and bends over you once more. He smothers your lips with his as he pumps into you. He twists his hand around and plays with you with his middle finger. 

You pout into his mouth as he hooks his arm beneath you. His tongue delves into your mouth. He pulls back with long strokes only to glide back in.  

You curl your arm around his and latch onto his bicep. You whine as you cum again, the slickness spreading up his pelvis and along your thighs. You clasp the back of his head and keep him there, tilting your hips as you welcome him deeper. 

He snarls and tightens his hold around you. He sits up with you against him. Your head spins. 

He fucks you from below as you match his pace. You shouldn’t. You know it but there’s something else that drives you on. Something desperate. Something... broken. He makes you feel wanted in a way you never have. Who he is, what he is, doesn’t matter in that moment. 

You hang your head back and moan. You cum again as you lean back, hanging onto his shoulders as your hips rock on their own. He growls and flicks his finger around your clit. Your thighs quake until you have no strength left. 

Before you can fall, he lays you down. He groans and you bat your lashes dozily. His eyes graze up and down your body. He fixates on your cunt and slowly pulls out. You twitch as he leaves you empty. 

He licks his lips and traces up your legs, to your pelvis, then hips, along your stomach, around the curves of your body, fondling your chest, then gently petting your throat. He cradles your head between his large hands as his thumb rubs your cheek. 

“I told ya, I'll take care of you.” 

He releases you and sits back. He grabs your hip and flips you over. You roll onto your stomach without resistance. His other hand latches around your side and he pulls your ass up. You whimper and rest your cheek against the blanket. Your sweat dampens it, your scent wafting into your lungs. 

He pushes his tip between your cheeks and down to your entrance. He slips into you once more. You moan. He bends over your back and loops his arm around your middle. He nestles his chin against your shoulder and sits back with you. 

He keeps your thighs splayed over his as he rocks beneath you. The pressure pulses in your core as he reaches to turn your head. He kisses you as he fucks you patiently. His tongue tangles with yours as his other hand flutters down your stomach. Again, he toys with your clit, plucking you to the edge. 

He frames your chin as he keeps you locked in. His tempo builds, your flesh clapping noisily as his thrusts reverberate through every part of you. You clutch his wrist and he kisses along your cheek as you babble. 

“Yeah, baby, this is what you needed, isn’t it?” He growls. 

You moan. You can’t speak. 

“I needed this too. Wanted it.” He huffs as his grip tightens. “Dreamt of it...” 

He bows his head and pants against your shoulder. His hair falls forward and tickles you. He ruts into you, faster and faster. His deep breaths turn to rocky grunts. He snarls and pushes you forward. 

He falls on you, crushing you to the mattress as he fucks you into it. He hammers into you until you’re whining. The bed frame shakes and knocks against the wall furiously. 

You feel him spill inside of you. He slows, easing out just to his tip, and plunging back in. The noise it makes sends a chill through you. 

He stills as he keeps you trapped against the bed. Your heartbeat calms and your breath comes easier. Your sweaty skin sticks to his. You’re exhausted. 

He isn’t. He starts again. Slow at first. His hips moving little by little, building to full strokes. In, out, in, out. You shudder beneath him. 

“Baby, I told ya, I’m not getting off you,” he pets your head as he finds his rhythm. “Mm, you’re perfect for me. Built for me.” He growls. “The way you’re clinging to me. I never felt anything like it.” 

Your lashes feel heavy as you blink dopily. He kisses your cheek. 

“Nah, you don’t do nothing. I got you. You let me do the work,” he purrs. “Nothing you gotta do.” He fucks you steadily but not enough to put himself over. “You���re beautiful, you know that? Goddamn gorgeous--” 

You close your eyes as they tinge and your nose tingles. Beneath the pleasure and the adrenaline, is something else. Something you don’t think of. You bend your arm and squeeze his bicep. 

“Baby...” he purrs. 

“Steve,” you sniffle. “Steve, please--” 

“That’s it. Let yourself feel good.” 

“Steve,” you croak and the first tear trickles out. You slap his arm. “I-- get off! Please, I--” 

You turn your face down to hide the sudden overflow. You fold your arm under your head as your back wracks. He stops and caresses your hair. He hushes you as you try to suck back the sobs. 

“I’m sorry--” 

He pulls out and forces you onto your back, right onto his arm. He holds you, one hand rubbing your thigh as he cooes. 

“Baby, what’s going on? Is it something I did?” He asks. 

There’s a lot he’s done that scares you, but this is something else. It’s ridiculous. Pathetic. Why are you even crying. 

“Baby, please, did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head and stare at his chest, hiding behind your webbed lashes. You wipe your face with the back of your hand. 

“It’s nothing, really, I’m just...” you scoff at yourself. “It’s been a while.” 

“Me too, baby. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” 

“Yeah, uh...” you flick away tears, frustrated as they keep flowing. 

“I’d wait just as long again to be with a woman as beautiful as you--” 

“Steve,” you turn your head away. 

“What?” 

“Stop that,” you hiss. 

“Stop what?” 

“Lying.” 

“Lying? I told ya. I won’t do that.” 

“Stop calling me that.” 

“Calling you... beautiful?” 

You nod and stare at the wall. He laughs. 

“I gotta tell the truth, baby-” 

“It’s not true.” You catch his wrist as he trails up your stomach. “Alright.” 

“That’s what making you cry?” 

“No-- yes. N--” you sputter. You sniff. “No one ever... said it. It’s not true.” 

He shakes you off of him. He brings his hand up to your chin and turns your head. “Look at me.” 

You look down. 

“Baby, listen to me. Look.” 

The stone in his timbre makes you obey. You look into his blue eyes. They winkle as he gazes at you. 

“You’re the most beautiful thing I ever seen. You’re the reason I got out. Without you, I woulda gotten ten years for bashing in the next pest who got under my feet.” His thumb rubs along your cheek. “I was good. For you.” He leans in, “cause I need you that bad.” 

He presses his lips to yours, stemming all argument and any more tears. You’ll believe his lies. It’ll make this easier.  

[astrologydray]

Ruler of the 11th through the houses

ruler of the 11th house through the houses — aka the placement that shows how you manifest your dreams, attract allies, influence your community, and leave your mark on the future. Where the ruler of your 11th house lands shows how your soul finds its tribe, builds connections, and channels collective energy into your personal goals.

11th House Ruler in the 1st House

You are the vision.

You’re the face of the movement, the one others gravitate toward. Friends and followers may project their ideals onto you. You’re a walking brand for your beliefs. Social power: You attract community by being you. Dreams come true through: Authenticity + self-leadership. “I am the change I want to see.”

11th House Ruler in the 2nd House

You build your dreams brick by brick.

You attract supportive people through your values, loyalty, and resourcefulness. You may earn money from communities or tech, or build wealth through your network. Social power: Grounded presence, steady loyalty. Dreams come true through: Monetizing your values + talents. “I invest in people who invest in me.”

11th House Ruler in the 3rd House

You speak your vision into existence.

You’re a social butterfly or a word magician. Your community forms through communication, writing, social media, or local circles. You inspire through your ideas. Social power: Your voice, message, and connections. Dreams come true through: Networking + sharing your mind. “My words spark movements.”

11th House Ruler in the 4th House

You build soul family, not just friends.

You attract community that feels like home. Your vision involves nurturing others, creating safe spaces, or honoring your roots. You’re the heart of the group. Social power: Emotional safety, vulnerability, inner knowing. Dreams come true through: Ancestral healing + intimate bonds. “My community is my chosen family.”

11th House Ruler in the 5th House

Your joy inspires the crowd.

You attract people through your art, charisma, and playful spirit. You’re the “main character” friend and a natural performer. You create collective change through beauty, love, and creativity. Social power: Confidence, originality, big Leo energy. Dreams come true through: Self-expression + fun. “I light up the room, and others follow the glow.”

11th House Ruler in the 6th House

You serve the collective.

You build community through service, healing, and dedication. You might meet your people at work or through wellness spaces. You’re the quiet power behind a bigger movement. Social power: Reliability, healing presence, humble service. Dreams come true through: Discipline + being of use. “I make my vision real, one step at a time.”

11th House Ruler in the 7th House

You build dreams in partnership.

You attract people through charm, collaboration, and diplomacy. Your community may include romantic partners, clients, or teammates. Balance is your gift. Social power: Relationship-building, 1-on-1 magic. Dreams come true through: Collaboration + alignment. “Together, we can do anything.”

11th House Ruler in the 8th House

You alchemize collective power.

You draw in intense, transformative connections. Your social circle might include healers, mystics, or powerful allies. You help others (and yourself) transform through shared purpose. Social power: Depth, secrets, magnetism. Dreams come true through: Shadow work, merging resources. “I change the world by facing what others fear.”

11th House Ruler in the 9th House

Your vision has wings.

You find community through travel, higher education, spirituality, or big-picture thinking. You may go global — teaching, preaching, or expanding minds. Social power: Wisdom, faith, worldview. Dreams come true through: Expansion, learning, spiritual alignment. “My tribe is worldwide.”

11th House Ruler in the 10th House

You’re known for your network.

Your legacy is tied to community impact. You may be a public figure, influencer, or leader who channels collective goals into something concrete. People watch you rise. Social power: Visibility, influence, credibility. Dreams come true through: Strategy + aligned authority. “My influence is my impact.”

11th House Ruler in the 11th House

You’re the community architect.

You were made to lead groups, organize movements, and spark future-forward shifts. You’re an innovator, a visionary, and a magnet for rebels + change agents. Social power: Authenticity, innovation, group synergy. Dreams come true through: Staying true to your weird genius. “I’m here to build the future.”

11th House Ruler in the 12th House

You dream in silence.

Your social power is spiritual, intuitive, or hidden. You may attract secret supporters, karmic friends, or spiritual allies. Solitude fuels your creativity + vision. Social power: Healing energy, dream wisdom, divine downloads. Dreams come true through: Rest, surrender, unseen support. “I connect through spirit first, then people.”

[lilyswrittenworks]

👀‼️

This...

This is giving me ideas.

*cough* *cough*

Biting

"Bite me harder, I want to feel it." "Do you like the taste of my skin?" "Mark me with your teeth." "I need you to leave a mark." "Are you going to bite me again?" "I want to feel your bite all over me." "Bite down, don’t hold back." "Tell me how much you enjoy making me yours." "Do you want to taste me?" "Don’t stop until you’ve left a mark." "I want to feel every bite, every nip." "Bite me just like that again." [BITE] The sender sinks their teeth into the receiver’s shoulder, leaving a mark. [NIP] The sender playfully nips at the receiver’s ear. [CLAIM] The sender bites the receiver’s wrist firmly, creating a noticeable mark. [TOUCH] The sender’s teeth graze the receiver’s thigh, teasing them. [RESTRAINT] The sender bites the receiver’s neck while holding them in place. [SENSATION] The sender lightly bites the receiver’s lips during a kiss. [PLAYFUL] The sender nips at the receiver’s buttocks while they’re bent over. [EXPLORATION] The sender traces their teeth along the receiver’s inner thigh. [DELIBERATE] The sender bites the receiver’s chest. [FRISKY] The sender gently bites the receiver’s nipple. [MARK] The sender bites the receiver’s side. [DENT] The sender bites the receiver’s inner arm. [SENSITIVE] The sender nibbles the receiver’s earlobe.

[phillip-bankss]

If it helps I have no idea who you are. I think I followed you because of a crash bandicoot drawing some years ago

im sure that's the case for most of my followers. ramble below

that's mainly why nowadays I try to draw what i want to, first and foremost, because I can't guarantee other people will care about anything i do outside of one or two doodles that tickle yer funny bone‼️

I used to be really bad about drawing stuff for fandoms I was "in" (i say "in" cus I'm atrocious with interacting with others in communities on a meaningful level) and putting all my self-worth on how people see my art. it wasn't until I realized that it ultimately doesn't matter how others will see it, because what I do isn't meaningful enough to make a lasting impression in people's minds.

im literally just some random funny fanart guy on the internet, and there's one of me born every minute. if you don't think about me, I don't exist. my goal was (initially) to set out and make people laugh with my drawings, so I can usually achieve that at least, but.. then what?

that's part of why I don't care about being known, or getting any attention or notoriety anymore, because it doesn't matter. it doesn't make me happy, and like I mentioned previously, it'll be forgotten at some point in time. i know it sounds depressing as fuck, or that im crashing out (its almost 2am so itll probably be embarrassing in retrospect when i wake up), but I've come to accept it and I'm working on embracing it.

i also hope this doesnt come across as sounding bitter or snarky towards you, you didnt do anything wrong. this is a response to your very common sentiment that others also share. I hope that in the future I can serve my purpose in filling a spot on your phone's feed with something that activates the dopamine receptors in your head, but if not, that's okay 🫶

[ugly-bug-starscream]

Hey, weird idea, but remember that episode in G1 where the Aerialbots go back in time and meet the main cast before the war?

Idea where the kid Aerialbots go back in time and see Starscream and Skyfire when they were young, before they were even married.

I just love the idea of a Back to the Future scenario like that and Starscream and Skyfire being like “who are these guys?” While the Aerialbots are trying not to combust. Like holy slag are those the PRIMES!!!? We get to finally meet our GRANDPA??? Our dads used to be YOUNG?? Meanwhile Alpha Trion looks at these kids and can tell they’re from the future and is just like “wtf are you doing here gtfo!”

SCREAMINDGSV OMG OMG I NEED TO DRAW FOR THIS!!! I’m such a SUCKER for back to the future scenarios!!!

AAAHH the baby birds accidentally stumble upon young skyfire.. at this time he would be an upcoming lead scientist full of passion and whimsy.. he will be worried seeing these baby birds going all by their selves but they are too occupied by being amazed by everything.. skyfire would take them to see the primes… and alpha trion is definitely gonna see through these kids that they aren’t where they’re supposed to be

[owlintheskies]

recording traditional timelapses make my program lag so instead I gave this a go with all the individual layers :)

[zenoxonslibrary]

Entire Transcript of "This Anime is Offensive by Scamboli Reviews":

The internet is quite pissed by this. This anime was shot, scripted in AI, generated by Corridor Digital. You know those guys? They did real-life Minecraft, Dark Souls, Halo, Mario—they even showed a real live woman at some point. Corridor got their hands on Stable Diffusion, it's this AI that… I don't know, does AI? But it was sloppy, so they clashed heads, did research, and two months later, we got an eight-minute-long short film produced by people who never had to pick up a pen. Imagine RDC getting their hands on this—the kids that will run around doing crazy sketches. Never before has animation been more accessible to the average person. And never before has that extremely specific demographic of white dudes that are extremely active on Twitter, with thick-ribbed glasses and beards, been more angry. And that… that made me so mad on so many levels.

Here's the thing: on one hand, I think AI is terrifying, and I want it to go away. On the other, I know that it won't go away and that screaming at excited nerds will do absolutely nothing. I'm not an AI technician, nor am I extremely smart, but God put me on this Earth to talk about things I know nothing about. I would like to discuss why people are angry, who's angry, and share my perspective on this whole ordeal. And to do that, we're gonna have to watch a video made by Mother's Basement.

Mother's Basement hates this. "I am insulted, and so should you." Jeff is an anime YouTuber that has been on the platform long before I have. He's part of a small group of creators who pioneered this niche to where it is today. In his video, Jeff makes some very valid points about the grim future that could lie ahead of AI… and zero good points about what Corridor has to do with that. Like, this dude for real said: "This video? It's not art. Not." Jeff will not call this video art. In fact, he doesn't consider anything AI-generated to be art. And I actually agree with that last part. Art is an expression of human creativity. As soon as a machine does the walking, you're already lost. Millions of photos—regardless of copyright or if the author likes it—are used to train these AI. They teach it to guess which colors and shapes go where on a grainy image. Not only is this overpowered as hell, but it, by itself, is devoid of creativity, which is derived from our personal experiences and biases. Jeff, I'm with you 100% when you say this… but you have to stop yourself from… from… ugh, talking.

If you're gonna be out—I know some dipstick will jump down to the comments to say—"The only difference between an AI reproducing an art style and a human artist doing it is the time it takes." Now, wait a minute, hold on. I just don't think this is a very well-coded comment. What you said is not funny enough to be that rude. If you're gonna be a dick, hide it with as much humor as possible, like what I'm doing.

There's a part of this video where he's like, "If they were interested in making something with even a shred of artistic legitimacy, they could have hired an artist or two to draw up the model sheets their AI would use. But instead, they just went and stole a bunch of frames from Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust and trained their computer." Someone better call the cops! This is where anime YouTubers do our job—we steal frames. We just take clips of anime and talk over them. But Jeff, you and I are artists. We transform the work we talk about; we reshape it with the aid of our personal experiences. I don't think you can be on the side of anime abridged and critique AMVs but flip as soon as someone uses software that digitally collages that same content.

To say that Corridor made something without a shred of artistic legitimacy is disingenuous. This team had a vision they wanted to achieve, so Corridor problem-solved. They combined the discoveries of multiple users to get this AI looking the way they wanted. They had to tune the hell out of it, write a short film, voice act, normal act, buy costumes, teach the AI what they look like, turn those photos into anime images, pop open Unreal Engine to set up a bajillion cameras with different angles so they could superimpose their animated bodies onto a new environment. And even then, they had to add so many things in post. Storytelling, acting, editing, videography—if you don't think the convergence of all these skills is art, then I don't value your opinion on this topic.

And then there's those sassy fingers. I don't like those sassy fingers. And B, how come every time you call this video an anime, you got to use air quotes? "Anime" looks like ass. You made a video called Avatar is an Anime. "Avatar is an anime?" Fight me. You of all people should not be doing the sassy fingers.

In that video, he made the point that anime is a movement—an artistic movement within the medium of animation, not unlike post-modernism or the French New Wave in film. Everything that makes anime anime—the big-eyed aesthetic, the over-the-top action, the mature themes, the overt sexuality—is a part of that movement. The line between anime and not anime is gray. It doesn't even have to be hand-drawn or made in Japan anymore. So if it looks like anime, sounds like anime, and is written like an anime, what's stopping it from being anime?

There's this video of Aaron Blaise, a dude who animates for Disney, reacting to Corridor's behind-the-scenes. Numerous times, he stops the video and points out, "Yo, that's just like how we made Snow White." "No, it's not too different than what we did on Beauty and the Beast." "We shot reference a lot." AI doesn't write the script, make a story, or rotoscope itself. This is an art form—an art form that is very distinct from all other animation we've seen. If you want to call it animation, it's constantly rotoscoped. It has some jank messed-up hands, and yeah, it's got the hands garbled, monster faces, and not to mention their six-fingered thumbnail. Okay, I don't think this will replace animators in the same way that CGI didn't replace animators. But who knows?

Tech is evil. Recently, I visited ChatGPT for the first time, and within 15 minutes, it had quoted Biggie Smalls saying, "I'm slamming like a dungeon dragon, coming around the corner with the gangster lean." Biggie Smalls has never said that. So then I asked it to write the description of a pickle but as a Dark Souls 3 item: "Era, this pickle has withstood the test of time. Once used as a means of preserving food, it now serves as a reminder of the fleeting nature of life. Consume it to restore a small amount of health, but beware the potential side effects of consuming a food item of unknown age and origin." Yeah, in about five years, these things are replacing me.

When I talk about AI, I don't want anyone to be under the impression that I don't sympathize with everyone whose jobs are in jeopardy. I'm scared as hell. But this situation constantly reminds me of the people that freaked out over the Industrial Revolution in 19th-century Britain. Weavers and textile workers were way more important. It could take years to cultivate the skills necessary to weave with the best of them, and it could take several hours to produce very little cloth using a loom. Then some guy is like, "Hey, why pay people when machine work free?" The world agreed. Automated loom factories started popping up around the 1800s. They continued to get more and more badass, and instead of using a single skilled worker on one machine, suddenly one guy could oversee a bunch at once. Now, every once in a while, the machines would eat a woman or small child, but that didn't stop anyone from using them. This is also how our politicians work.

But think back to those weavers—the people who worked for years doing this stuff by hand. They were sort of phased into obsolescence. Would they just take that? No. A group that would be known as the Luddites began burning down factories and destroying knitting frames in protest. This movement was quickly adopted all across England until, finally, the government heard the voices of the people, saw the pain they were in, and… chopped their heads off. (It just says "executed" here, so that's an artistic change by me. I was really proud to find this in the newspaper clipping.) By 1813, the Luddites had faded into history. That's pretty messed up, right?

On the flip side, look at how painters first responded to photography. Paul Delaroche was this hugely influential artist in the 19th century. He has this hard-ass quote after he was allegedly shown a photograph: "From today, painting is dead." We know that photography didn't kill art. There were even artists at the time who were excited by the idea: "We can use the strengths of both mediums to improve painting rather than replace it." But the feeling that technology will one day automate your job and push your skills into obsolescence existed nonetheless. We've seen it happen. It's very hard to tell who's going to be the weavers and who's going to be the painters in this situation. Only the future knows for sure.

I agree with Mother's Basement on a lot of fronts. A really good point he makes is that currently, this AI stuff can't be copyrighted. You can even take a frame from the Corridor video and sell merch with it. As long as the AI is trained on material you don't own, it's not yours. But what if a big studio hires technicians and artists to train AI with material they own? That gives studios a massive advantage over the little guys who can't afford that. And if it gets good enough, workers could even be phased out if they go on strike because, guess what? "We can make up your workload until you accept a lower wage." There are so many ways AI can benefit humanity—conversely, an equal amount of ways it can tear us apart.

Jeff, what the hell does this have to do with Corridor Digital? It seems like the internet has some misplaced aggression. This is a very emotive topic, so I can understand why people might get angry with Corridor at first glance. "Did we just change animation forever? Uh, I sure hope not." But Jeff is tripping when hearing anything Corridor says. He takes the most sinister, non-charitable interpretation every time.

Exhibit A: When I first watched the video, Jeff had me thinking, "Oh, Corridor maybe paid a subscription service for an AI and is charging people for tutorials on how to use it. That's kind of messed up if they're using copyrighted material, which is what will happen if the technology and processes Corridor are advertising—and apparently tutorializing behind the paywall on their website—do take off." This is false. First off, Corridor is using three open-source software to achieve this effect. They don't get money if you use it. Jeff never mentions that. So the "technology and processes Corridor are advertising"—stating it had me confused—but what Corridor did was push a new technique using the software. They got the animations to flicker less and got the AI to stop changing styles constantly. Then they recorded an hour-long tutorial that teaches you how to replicate that same effect.

"One thing I want to talk about is the democratization of this process. This is a situation here where we're looking at a piece of software that's free, that anyone has access to—a process here that we're sharing openly with everyone because everyone's openly shared knowledge with us." But how is it democratizing animation if the tutorial is behind a paywall? Well, I went and made an account. Oh my god, it's free! This long-ass tutorial is free. If you're only after their technique, you can plug in your card number, get 15 days of free usage on their website, and bail. Once we have the hour-long tutorial, it's not really an ad for that—more so the exclusive content on their site if you decide to stay. But Mother's Basement said—wasn't lying per se, but that's pretty scummy and dishonest in my opinion.

Dishonest is the perfect word. Exhibit B: Mother's Basement is being dishonest when he says, "They're clearly pitching this as a disruption to animation, not VFX." Not VFX? So you also say they're advertising how to cut animators out of animation? Let me just say, dog, that is your pitch. Their pitch is literally at the start of your video: "Wouldn't it be cool if you could film yourself and easily turn into anything you want, like a cartoon character?" Over and over and over, Corridor drives home the idea of giving the little guys—the creatives, groups like Corridor—the ability to make animated stuff. Regardless of what you speculate will happen in the future, this is what they're advertising. This is the pitch.

"And people can experiment and improve upon the process, helping all of us get better. That's great. I love that idea—sharing the knowledge. That's what it's all about." How can you, on one hand, claim they're trying to cut animators out of animation and, on the other, clown them for trying to make it more accessible—for them wanting to democratize animation? See, he's doing the fingers again. You can't have both.

Also, Jeff hates black babies. Maybe even Chinese ones too. That's what I took away from the video. That was a joke. Jeff loves all babies. But do you see how I can infer something, construct a straw man, and make that the thing people attack? Sure, you feel they're advertising how to replace animators and disrupt the world of animation, but what about their words and actions leads you to think that's their intent? Otherwise, you're just kind of… Exhibit C-minus.

From the one and a half million views in three days and tens of thousands of likes on that video, we can also see that the tech is already good enough to satisfy a sizable group of people with little to no taste. Weird statement, right? If you clicked like on this video, you have little to no taste. It's not like I don't know AI is cool and people just want to see it. I got a lot going on, okay? I don't need an anime YouTuber—the pinnacle of human performance—telling me I have no taste because I think a video is interesting.

Continuing on that track, Jeff goes on to say, "And knowing what… in terms of visual… Tokyo Revengers… it's entirely possible that studios will get away with it." And correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't this guy bought and paid for by Record of Ragnarok? No offense, but who gives a damn what you think about people's tastes? You endorsed an anime that isn't animated. In case you're not aware, Record of Ragnarok is an anime that was received terribly by fans for how poorly animated it was. One of the fights is a straight-up slideshow. Jeff was paid to do a reaction video to promote the anime.

"Freaking orbital laser-level attacks! I love it! Wow! Mid! I love mid! Mid! Yes! Whoa!" Jeff, in retrospect, realized the taste thing was a very stupid thing to say and had to issue a retraction in the comments.

My point is, if you're going to get so emotional over a topic that you're lashing out at people who don't deserve it, maybe it's time to take a step back. Jeff is mad—so mad—like a lot of people out there. And emotional investment is a great way to construct bad arguments to support your feelings. And they throw very valid speculations about what a future with this technology could look like, but when it comes to what the hell Corridor Digital has to do with it all, you see dishonest arguments, straw men, and this clip that he, for some reason, thought was a gotcha.

Because when it comes to these AI tools: "Hey, sure, it makes it easier to copy people's style. So somebody just rips out somebody's style—call them out and be like, 'You rip that person off! Screw you!'" So then we went and we took a bunch of frames from Vampire Hunter D. Of course. Am I the only one who had to rewatch that to see what point he was making? Nico says, "Let people know whose style you're using," and the next clip is Nico saying which style he's using for the AI. Doesn't this seem perfectly consistent with what he just said? Would shift your perception of things? And it's like, "Aha! Caught red-handed!" Somehow.

I don't think people are wrong to be scared or upset at someone, but I think the internet has a fat case of misplaced aggression. Some dudes tweaking software to make AI mildly more presentable aren't what we should be directing our attention at. I think exploring how we can work alongside and legislate this stuff is… I want a future where art coexists with AI in the same way photography did with painting. And I am positive that right here, right now, there is some way we can take that first step.

"We need an active, aggressive counterculture that pushes back against this nonsense wherever it rears its ugly head. AI anime needs to become as dirty a word as NFT." Your solution is to make it cringe? "We will stop AI from stealing our jobs by bitching about it." The sales volume of NFTs has gone up. How is this your solution?

There's a misconception on the internet that bitching about things somehow either changes people's minds or makes the problem disappear. Let me give you an example. When Nike put out an ad endorsing Colin Kaepernick's activism, people felt the type of way. All across the U.S., men and women thought to themselves, "I'm gonna burn every damn Kaepernick jersey I got!" These were our intellectuals, our leaders. Many joined the cause to be just like them and burned their Nike products to send a message. Nike sales changed dramatically, and the company's value went… up by six billion dollars. The movement, which aimed to be as flashy as possible, actually ended up being a phenomenal advertisement. And a lot of people were just like, "Yep… I wish I had my Nike stuff back."

More recently, there's the Hogwarts Legacy boycott. Hogwarts Legacy is this game set in the Harry Potter universe. Now, the author of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling, had nothing to do with the production, but she does receive royalties. And J.K. Rowling is guilty of transphobia, so she's dead in the eyes of the public. People repulsed by her words decide to boycott the video game as to not support her even a little bit. Fair enough. But boycotting the game wasn't enough. It was these people's responsibility to boycott for you. Tweets rained down upon any streamer caught showing interest in the game. A VTuber was bullied to tears for playing. Hell, people were harassed and picked on by rabid activists. It didn't matter if you were famous; it didn't matter if you weren't. The internet decided that buying this game was an act of hate, and it was their job to stop it. The game just outsold Elden Ring. Turns out, bitching online is a great advertisement for the thing you hate.

I can't be the only one who didn't know or care about this game until the activism. Relax and take notes: "Get the aggressive counterculture to curb the sales of Hogwarts Legacy." No. It did, however, make people feel like they're part of a movement. It was a quick, free placebo for change. It's easy to get behind a movement without thinking of how you're perceived by outside groups because I promise, in both of these cases, people who didn't immediately agree looked at the stuff being posted and thought to themselves, "Okay…" and kept it pushing.

This is exactly what I think when I see someone post a picture of themselves having fun with AI and see those tweets that are like, "This is just you stealing from artists. It's lazy. Stolen from artists that deserve to get paid. Disappointed in you." Do you think anyone has ever read one of these types of tweets and thought, "You know what? You guys are right"? No. "I just want to see how I would look as an anime character. I'm not making merch. It's cool." AI is cool to play with, so people are going to play with it—just as being a wizard is kind of cool. I'll just do it in private if you're gonna yell at me.

Statements like these are great for people who already agree with you, but outsiders are the ones you want. And picking odd fights like these is a terrible way to recruit outsiders. Attacking Corridor is not the way. The march of technology lies not in the hands of YouTubers but in the audience that consumes that media and the laws that govern it. If there's a market for it, it will exist. Simple as that. There's nothing we can do to stop people from refining AI. Right now, thousands of people are tinkering away, trying to find the next foothold towards making the stuff look good. Corridor's video was only possible because of the thousands before them.

So the aim isn't to stigmatize innovating with AI. The cat's out of the bag. The aim isn't to pray people have high enough standards to not like the stuff. I'm sorry, Jeff. The aim is to create a world that coexists with AI. What laws can we enact that will protect animators? What are some general practices that the average person can agree on? I don't have all the answers. I don't even have a good amount of answers, but here's a start:

Corridor should have credited Vampire Hunter D on the main video. I don't think they made an attempt to obfuscate where they got the style. In fact, the behind-the-scenes video credits Vampire Hunter D for the style multiple times. It has damn near the same amount of views as the original. But a good practice to always have is saying, "This AI was trained on images from X." It gives the average person a better idea of what they're looking at, and a quick disclaimer like that on the start would help promote the original works even more.

Here's another one: Jeff was very, very doomer about that copyright stuff. If big studios hire people to train AI on content they own, and indie studios can't afford to do so, that's unfair. True. But since we're in the land of make-believe, let me put something out there: What if someone trains an AI on all the public domain stuff out there? I use public domain stuff for my videos all the time. This way, artists could even opt in instead of having their works taken. I have a friend who knows artists who would like to do something like that. Indie studios can then use this AI and feed it images that they created to replicate that style. And boom—ethical and legal. I don't know if the law would allow you to retain copyright, and I'm not going to learn, but that's kind of how sampling public domain music works, so I figured it'd be fine.

That brings us to the end. I'm not an animator nor a lawyer, so I don't have anything groundbreaking to bring to the table. But if you want to know my opinion, I think a lot of people are freaking themselves out for no reason. The whole "I oppose this thing, so I must attack anything related to it" mentality is silly. If that's how things worked, the vegans running around throwing period blood at butcher trucks and getting run over would have the meat industry on the ropes. That's how I see Jeff saying, "We need an active and aggressive counterculture that opposes AI anime wherever it rears its head." He thinks he's Rosa, but like… Jeff, I love animation, and I respect artists. They should be getting paid more and don't deserve to have their jobs threatened. I just don't see Corridor getting in the way of either of those two things, and there are actual animators that share that feeling.

Jeff deserves respect. He's an OG. If you're interested, check out his original video. I could chop and skew the stuff he's saying—you wouldn't know. But more importantly, subscribe to me. I don't make stuff like this often. I'm gonna be honest—I probably never will again. But anime, manga—hey, uh, where are you going? Don't leave me yet. Please subscribe. Subscribe.

ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be

[iamthemess]

What I think would happen if Tim became evil

(Idk if this already exists in a universe or whatever I'm just being silly font come for me (but also drop fic reps and any Canon content I beg pls))

Tim standing infront of the YJ team: I have decided to become evil

Bart: You okay, buddie?

Tim: I don't expect you to understand why but just know that I have made this decision and I will be going through with this.

Cassie: What did Batman do this time?

Tim: please don't try to stop me and I don't expect you to join me. I'm just here to say my final fairwells and that I hope we won't have to be at odds in the future.

Kon: I'm not sure what evil stuff I should do but I'll give it a try

Bart: might be fun but I draw the line at beheadings and cyber bullying

Kon: yeah same, maybe beheadings and like anything to do with kids. They never did anything wrong.

Cassie: we get a cool new evil name right?

Tim: I- what? What do you mean "maybe beheadings"???

Bart: it's kind of gross

Kon: but if you asked us to I'm sure it's for a good reason.

Tim who was definitely trying to test them and was not expecting this reaction: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

Cassie: I THOUGHT WE WERE BEING EVIL!

Kon: YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SAID WE'RE EVIL NOW!

Bart: I DONT LIKE YELLING BUT I WANT TO STILL FEEL INCLUDED!

Tim: I say I want to be evil and you're all just okay with that? And you want to join me?

YJ looking at Tim like he's actually crazy: yes?

Tim: I feel so loved yet horrified

Bart: So are we doing the evil thing or not? Cause I'd like to add excessive yelling to my list of evil things I don't wanna do.

They did not do the evil thing and instead settled for mostly harmless pranks on their fellow heroes.

[catfortress]

Cat Fortress 1k followers raffle !!!

Hello, friends

As a thank you for getting me to 1000+ followers on Cat Fortress, I would like to host a raffle!!

(TF2 OC/Artwork on the left by @catpixi)

Info below ^^ (it’s very simple :3)

I will pick out 3 (or 5, depending on how many people participate) lucky users to draw for ! Whoever’s names I randomly pick out, will earn a drawing, or cat-ified character design, by me, of their TF2 OC ! (No worries if you don’t have an OC, I will also be willing to simply draw a TF2 (cat fortress) character of your choice!)

Rules:

- Must be following Cat Fortress of course^^

- Please comment your favorite Cat Fortress character on this post to participate! - if you have questions, you may comment them, the character thing is also to help separate actual comments/questions from entries^^

- Reblog isn’t required, but appreciated

Details:

- Comments will be turned off and winners will be picked on May 25.

- If you get picked, I will ask for character/artwork information in DMs ! (If you have a TF2 OC, You may pick the type of cat they are ! - And of course provide photos if you have a specific color in mind.) Remember it’s helpful to have a full body drawing (preferably with digital colors) of your character ready^^ Even if you do not win, draw that oc you’ve been wanting to design for a while!!!!

- The artwork may take a while to finish, depending on the simplicity of winners designs or requests, so your patience is greatly appreciated. ☺️

Thank you so much and good luck, everyone !!!

(Please do not be upset if u aren’t picked, there will hopefully be other chances in the future!)

[hannahbarberra162]

Victoria Punk Breeding Farm AU (dark, Dead Dove, NON CON)- What If Kid Got Milked?

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

The other chapters

NON CON, but this time Kid's on the receiving end :) . I wasn't even working on this story right now but I got Possessed.

Huge thank you to @sordidmusings for commenting, editing, and suggesting as well as thank you to @gouraminnow for beta-ing. This post was inspired by @don-mellow's Naga Kid art on their Patreon. You can't see it without being a member but uh....it Awakened me.

You took a deep breath before you pushed open the door to subject 0162’s cell. 0162 was the largest, most aggressive, angriest, hardest bull in the facility and no one wanted to be the one to milk him. He’d injured several of the staff and even gored a prior attendant with his horns, leading to his current restrictive setup. Normally such an aggressive bull would be put down, but his semen was one of the strongest and healthiest of bulls at the facility. For that reason he was milked every three days, his come collected and used as breeding stock. He’d injured the last attendant three days prior so the position was once again open. Someone had to draw the short straw and take care of 0162, and it had come down to you. 

Of course it had , you thought to yourself. All the tasks no one else would do always came your way. Either way, you were expected to get a specimen from 0162 and didn’t want to feel the consequences of another failure, so you let out your breath as you entered the cell.

You’d never actually seen 0162 before, you’d only heard stories about him from the other staff. And what they said didn’t do him justice - 0162 was the largest bull you’d ever seen, his muscles rippling with tension as he strained against the chains holding him.  He was bound from head to foot - even his neck was tied tightly against the exam table with a thick leather strap.   0162 had long, pale horns, the tips of which had been sawed off after the last goring.You winced when you saw the flat ends - having a horn sawed was incredibly painful - and you knew from experience. He had a shock of bright red hair on his head that matched the pubic hair above his flaccid penis as it laid against his thigh. As soon as you entered his line of sight, his cock began twitching and growing, soon rising to lean against his muscled stomach. 

Someone had already bound him to the examination table, his remaining arm chained above his head while his legs were spread wide open for your convenience. You’d heard that 0162 had lost his left arm in a territory fight against a legendary bull - the second time he’d tried to take the older bull on. Even so, his bulging muscles meant that despite losing, he was certainly no weakling himself. His facial scarring did nothing to detract from his attractiveness, you thought. If he wasn’t so aggressive and resistant to breeding you could see how he’d be a favorite among the breeding stock.

0162’s thigh was the size of your torso, you thought idly as you walked towards the exam table and took in more of his chiseled form. His cock bobbed as you got closer, almost in greeting, as you set your box of semen collection tools on the floor next to the exam table. There were no windows in this level of the facility for airflow, so you took off your lab coat to get some air on your overheated skin. 

“This the new tactic? Send in some pretty little cow to get me to comply?” he sneered as he looked you up and down. His sneer dropped as he looked you in the eyes. “You touch me, I’ll make you pay when I get out.” A shiver went down your spine at his sincerity - not if he got out, when. You weren’t a fortune teller and didn’t even know your own plans for the future but in that moment you knew he was telling the truth. You bit your lip as you put your hand on his chest. He tried to rear back but his complete bondage prevented his movement.

“I’m sorry. I can’t - we have to do this. It’s not personal,” you said in your best approximation of a clinical tone. 0162 looked you in the eyes before snorting and averting his gaze. You bent to retrieve some of the items you’d be needing for his collection. He really did have a lovely cock, you thought longingly to yourself. It had been a long time since you’d been able to appreciate one but there was no doubt his was a blue ribbon winner. His shaft was girthy and long, ending in a mushroomed tip starting to glisten with precome. 0162’s balls were large and made you want to cradle them in your palm, maybe even lick your way up…you shook your head to bring yourself back to the task at hand. 

“The fuck its not personal, you’re gonna use the machine to jerk me off into that little cup. Can’t be any more personal than that,” he grunted. You ignored him as your eyes roved over the items you’d been given. There was lube, some gloves, towels, a condom, a collection cup…but no machine. You shuffled the items in the box as Kid barked a cruel laugh.

“Looks like you’ll be getting your hands dirty, Sweetheart. Having to touch the big, bad, bull yourself,” he said, his sneer returning to his face. You tried to hide the grimace on your face - since this was clinical, it really shouldn’t matter if his sample was collected manually or machine assisted. But looking 0162 in the eyes and touching his penis directly was another matter completely. You didn’t feel like explaining yourself to 0162; you had a job to do and you weren’t going to get yourself punished for not completing it. Finding the bottle of lube, you clicked it open and drizzled some on your palm. 

“Not gonna use gloves like those other fucks?” he asked, trying to adjust himself to a more comfortable position. You shrugged your reply. You could, you supposed, but if you were going to have to manually stimulate him against his will the least you could do was skin to skin. Besides, maybe using your hand would make the whole process more pleasurable and therefore go faster. You gripped the base of his shaft without warning, making him suck in a breath through his teeth. Your fingers didn’t touch as you gripped his length, his thick cock heavy in your hand as you began stroking him gently.

You moved your palm up and down his shaft, making him bow against the restraints digging at his skin. His hand was clenched into a fist and you had no doubt that if given a chance, he’d use it against you. For a moment you were scared that the chains holding him would snap but as you ran your thumb over his sensitive head, he sagged once again against his bonds. You brought your palm back down and removed it to rub your hands together, covering them both in lube. 

You brought them back to his slick cock, your hands twisting upwards in a milking motion. 0162 grunted as his toes curled and thighs flexed - he was enjoying himself a little bit at least. You watched your hands run up and down his pale shaft, finding yourself lost in your own thoughts. A heavy weight settled on your chest as you watched him writhe on the cold metal exam table. Of course you felt guilty and sorry for him - you didn’t want to jerk him against his will - but it was either him or you. No one stood around feeling guilty for what they did to you so you couldn’t afford to do the same for him. Still, his cock was so gorgeous that for a moment you entertained a daydream of you riding him, your head tossed back as you took your pleasure from him, his arm around your hips, him fucking up into you with his powerful thighs…but the day dream was broken when you heard his growls. 

“Fuckin’ bitch, don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he warned as one of your hands moved to hover over his balls. You kept an impassive face as you palmed his sensitive balls, the two barely fitting in your hand together. Massaging them gently in conjunction with your other hand stroking his cock had 0162 moaning and humping the air. You moved your hand on his cock faster, increasing the pace and pressure. 0162 closed his eyes and panted as his cock became impossibly harder. Taking your hand off his balls, you reached down to grab the condom from the box. Ripping open the packet with your teeth, you decided to put the condom just on the tip as you stroked him to completion. At least he’d be able to feel most of the sensations, you reasoned.

0162 was gritting his teeth against your ministrations, trying to ward off the inevitable orgasm you were working him toward. You rubbed his frenulum with the pad of your thumb and continued to stroke him quickly. 0162’s eyes snapped open to stare at you as the vein in his forehead and neck popped. You startled from his intensity and nearly let go of his cock before remembering your job. “You make me come, I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” he said with quiet rage, his eyes boring into your own. Your blood ran cold - this was different from the sneering, taunting bull of before. 

It didn’t matter that you didn’t want to, that he didn’t want to - you needed him to come. “Tough shit,” you replied, matching his energy and tone in a show of false bravado. Your mouth watered and you did the only thing you could think to ensure that he came - you leaned down and licked a long stripe up his cock. 0162 struggled against his bonds, snapping his teeth at you in a mimicry of a mating bite as you moved down to lick and kiss his heavy balls, your tongue tracing up the seam. 

“Fuck y-you!” 0162 yelled impotently, the metal chains holding his legs apart groaning in protest against his strength. You were worried he would break free of the chains before you could finish your task and kill you like he’d promised. So you lightly tugged one of his balls into your mouth as you applied pressure to his frenulum with your finger and continued to grip him tightly. 

“C-can’t believe you’re getting off on this, you bitch,” 0162 growled at you. You weren’t surprised his nose was sensitive enough to detect your growing wetness, but it still made your face flush. You’d always been into cock worship and his was definitely praise worthy. In another universe you’d be on your knees in front of him, fueled by desire and lust, but neither of you were going to get what you wanted. 

Alternating his balls and increasing your pace had 0162 bellowing so loudly it reverberated in the room. You tried to stifle it but you moaned as his balls hitched in your mouth as his cock spasmed under your touch. Suddenly every muscle in his body tightened as he came, his eyes screwed shut to ride his high. 0162 deposited an unbelievable amount into the condom, the plastic stretching to accommodate his massive load. You let go of his balls with your mouth as he came but kept pressure on his shaft until he finally relaxed as his cock began to soften. Tension left his body as he rested on the table, his head lolling to the side for a moment of rest. He panted, sweat beading on his brow as he came down from his orgasm.

You pulled the condom off and tied it, careful not to snap the sensitive head of his cock with the plastic. He didn’t speak or look to you and you supposed that was for the best. Leaning down, you grabbed the towel to clean your hands from the lube you’d put there earlier. You put the condom in the collection cup - you’d empty it later. 

“The fuck is that on your back?” he asked, his broad neck now relaxed against his restraints. You snapped upwards, resisting the urge to immediately put your lab coat back on. You’d been given this assignment and sent immediately on your way otherwise you would have changed out of the semi- sheer white blouse you were wearing under your lab coat. You knew exactly what he was referring to - the ugly, disgusting brand on your left shoulder and the even uglier tattoo over the top of it. 

“Nothing,” you said, pulling on your top to cover your shoulder better.

“You breeding stock?” he asked, his fingers moving within the cuff as if to touch it. You burned with shame as he had quickly figured out the meaning behind the brand.

“Not anymore,” you snapped as you wiped off his now limp cock with the towel. The old raised B brand on your shoulder had been tattooed over with a large bold X, eternally showcasing to the world your worthlessness. 

“Thought they killed non-breedable cows at these dumps,” he said, his eyes roving over your body. There wasn’t much to see, you thought, but after what you’d done to him he could do what he liked.

“Guess not,” you replied with a sigh, putting everything back in the semen collection box. You were worn out too, even though you weren’t the one who’d been stimulated against your will. Putting on your lab coat, you gave 0162 a last look before you left the cell, the box now in your arms. “Sorry, I really didn’t-” you weren’t sure what to say in the face of what you’d done. “I’m sorry.” Your hand was on the handle of the cell door when Kid flashed you a cruel grin, his sharp white teeth almost winking at you under the fluorescent lights.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart. I’ll be seeing you again soon. Real soon.”

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[annoyedbreadstick]

"There's one of them in every time. Somebody who's willing to help, who always has the necessary information. It's easy to spot them, if you know what to look for. A Guide always has short fluffy brown hair, and androgynous clothing. They have no makeup(or little makeup, depending on the time), and tired eyes. But most of all, they give off an aura that draws time anomalies to them.

After the Federation legalized heavily regulated time travel, time agents were trained in what to do when heading to the past. We would always appear near a Guide, and though confused, they would always relay the basic information needed to ground oneself.

Manipulating the fabric of time is not a precise science, which is why Guides are required. Unlike some fictional works, we cannot simply set coordinates and a date and be on our merry way.

My name is Mæřÿ, and this is the story of my first Travel.

I had manifested in what looked to be somewhere in the 2020s, during the height of the quarantine, judging by the scarcity of people out and about. That would make finding the Guide slightly harder than usual.

I let myself wander around until I felt a pull in one direction, then let myself be led by the feeling. I came across an unassuming house, with blue paint and an untended lawn. I knocked on the door, feeling apprehensive about meeting my first Guide. Had I got the wrong house? Were my senses wrong?

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening; just a crack, but enough to see to the other side. A child stood there, looking up at me.

"Could you bring your mother or father to the door?" I asked him. The boy nodded and scurried off back into the house, leaving the door open. I peered inside, seeing if I could catch some hint of the year. The living room, from what I could see, was cluttered with toys, shoes, and other debris. A bowl of popcorn sat forgotten in front of the television, gone stale a long time ago.

The child returned with his mother in tow, this time wearing a cloth mask decorated with a tie-dye pattern of red and blue. The mother wore a mask as well, though this hers was paper, resembling a surgical mask.

"Yes?" She asked me, her voice weary. Her hair was cut short and tied into a ponytail, frizzy from LA of care.

"Apologizes, but if I may inquire about the year?" I questioned, confident she was the Guide I seeked.

She sighed, recognizing the question from years of experience. "2020, during the Coronavirus quarantine. The date is February 2, the current president is Joe Biden. The iPhone 12 is coming out this year, and there's a store with a bathroom you can use to finetune your time about 15 minutes from here.'

I thanked her, but as I moved to leave, she stopped me.

"Do I get a pay?"

"What?" I asked her, not understanding her question.

"A pay. I've been doing this since I was 16, shouldn't I be counted as an employee?"

"Guides aren't counted as employees, they're a Timelinal Constant."

"Well we should be. I have to keep track of all the relevant political data at all times, just in case one of you comes knocking at my door. Shouldn't I be counted as an employee?"

"Ma'am, without you Missions couldn't be completed, this is an obligation." Her child looked between us before walking back inside, evidently bored of the conversation.

"If I'm so important, I should get a paycheck, shouldn't I? If the whole future rests on my shoulders or whatever bullshit I'm being told this time, shouldn't I be compensated for my work?"

I dug around in my pouch before handing her the business card for the Time Travel Federation. "I don't know Ma'am, but you can contact my higher-ups if you'd like."

She took the card, staring at the number on it. "And this will work in my time?" She asked skeptically.

"Yes, it's a separate line. It shouldn't be affected by time or distance. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go. I've wasted too much time already."

I walked away to complete my mission, leaving the Guide with the business card.

"And that, dear friend, is how I unionized all the Guides."

Ĵæme§ looked at me skeptically.

"Mæřÿ, you work in IT."

You once made a promise to yourself: if you ever met a time traveler, it wouldn't be a big deal. You’d tell them the date, the most important political conflict, a recent technology, and send them on their way. You now encounter a time traveler nearly every week.

[strawberrymilkmanistaken]

Some concept doodles for will and Chris in the disco Elysium style. More about my specific choices with them under the cut I dooo plan to do a bigger drawing with this I'm putting a lot of thought into these portraits

They are drawn to look like they have third eyes. As we all know with the podcast they can see into the future, and since the portraits in the game are supposed to represent how Harry sees characters, I figured a bit of odd shading with forehead would be a nice nod to that

Wills eyes were drawn behind his glasses to look like mist almost, and then we're colored over with a white dot going over his pupil. Will has been public about his past drug use and how that affects him now, so in reference to how he speaks about it his eyes are dark and hidden with the shine of his glasses giving him a more focused look

Chris’s background is meant to be a contrast to Will’s with less color. Around his ‘mind’ are more straight edges as he is incredibly smart, while around the front of his face is more scribbles to represent his struggles with self image that he has spoken about before

Will is once again drawn to look almost like mist to represent how he speaks about himself and his mind. Most of will is drawn with more squiggles as if being seen through fog, while closer to his face the lines are straighter and more orderly and defined.

And finally Chirs’s eyes. The brightness is meant as a tie to will with his eyes, as they are a duo. It’s also to give him a more defined eyes in contrast to will as for reasons stated before.

The colors don't mean anything yet, they will (most likely) mean things in the final art I do, but as of right now I just used highlighters to get down my ideas

also this is the photo I used as a reference. I figured I should do photo reference and do one they're both in

[simon-roy]

One of the funnest parts of doing a kickstarter (perhaps the only TRULY fun part) is asking online pen-pals if they'd like to contribute to the book. I was very keen on getting something from Tom Kilian - @tkilian on here - who I've followed for ages (and talked with about a couple story ideas, too) to do a piece, and lucky for me, he went WILD on it!

Above is the incredible final piece he cooked up. But below, here is his exhaustive process, in his own words:

When Simon approached me to do a pinup for A STAR CALLED THE SUN I was torn between impending deadlines for other work and the fact that I really wanted to do one. One of my all-time favorite Simon Roy stories, “The Oxpecker and The Elephant,” is appearing in this volume, and I’ve spent years wondering what happened to the two tiny human figures visible among the wreckage at the bottom of the last panel. That, I decided, would be my hook: imagining one of those possible futures where the events of the comic had become an oral history or creation myth for future generations of humans. 

I initially had this overly elaborate idea of showing the same story told three different times around three different fires: one of miserable survivors in the comic’s immediate aftermath, one in this world’s equivalent of the Neolithic era, and one involving the ritual dance of a rich and prosperous culture. 

First I dashed out a quick thumbnail for the Neolithic cave-painting scene. I figured that this idea was strong enough to stand on its own if I couldn’t make the more complicated idea work or started feeling pinched for time, which ultimately is what happened. I like the concept work that I did for the invented history though!

I started by feeling out some ideas for repeatable motifs that I could pull from the comic. Since I wasn’t drawing anything directly from the book, I still wanted readers to be able to make that visual connection. I also wanted there to be some visual link between the three time periods, and settled on four red dots (for the elephants’ eyes), paired braids (for their main feeler arms/trunks), the triangular “assemblage” symbol, and some kind of draping brood-skin shape that would be associated with motherhood in some way.

You can also see me working out some stuff like “how to abstract that weird spaceship from the opening into a 2-D symbol” and “how many points does a Simon-Roy-style star have?” (it actually varies, but I think the stories set on Altamira all use 4-pointed stars), as well as what materials would be available (leather, bone, something very like wood, probably pigment derived from the planet’s yellow soil). 

The local mammal-equivalents don’t seem to have hair, but the ticks at least have quills. The idea of quillwork suggested a Native American inspiration for clothing and decoration, and since the first human settlements would likely have gone up near the shores of the Great Lake that pointed me towards the First Nations people of the Pacific Northwest.

Since the world of the comic appears to be very hot, I tried to communicate the idea of an advancing material culture without leaning on the crutch of “more clothes = more advanced”. My main angle was that in the Later Period the clothing could be more embellished and less practical, to reflect increasing wealth and specialization. Going by the comic, the standard seems to be that you can be totally comfortable in a loincloth, but that my prospective Oxpecker Lake Culture would have inherited the crew’s taboo against women displaying their breasts (the dresses seen here evolved out of the undershirts worn by the female crewmembers in the comic). Dusting red ochre skin dye on the shoulders and hands to mimic the pattern of the crew’s spacesuits then became a way to decorate oneself while still wearing minimal clothing.

I went through several different iterations of a formal shawl or wrap that could symbolically mimic Elephant brood-skin, as well as what they would be used for. I eventually settled on the multi-purpose blanket. Highly detailed to be given as gifts or to form dowries, with the elders draping them about the shoulders of the young in symbolic mimicry of how Elephants nurture their offspring.

Here I started working on ritual masks and costumes for the Later Period ritual dance. The events of the comic are now re-told in ritual dance during yearly solstice festivals. The three Elephants are represented by large, heavy, and expensive costume/puppets, whose fringed shawls (again reminiscent of brood-skin) and tasseled trunks move with the dancer. Each of the three Elephants from the comic would by now have accumulated various symbolic associations, as seen in the masks’ crests (meant to resemble assemblages) and robe decorations.

Settler and Tick masks are less elaborate, allowing the dancers more freedom of movement for athletic displays as they act out the story around the Elephant dancers. The male and female Settler masks are based off of the first two humans to approach an Elephant in the comic, while the War-Maker is based on that one guy with an atlatl. I imagined that in the mythic version of the story the last Tick bargains for its life with the War-Maker, teaching him how to kill his brothers in order to take their possessions.

Really surpassing my brief now, I started thinking about wall art for an Oxpecker tribal leader's grand hall. In a hypothetical 4th Age, new god images are emerging: filling similar roles but less 1-1 in their symbolism, and more work is going into glorifying the accomplishments of the Lake Culture – by this time now only one of several extant human cultures in the region. Notably the ship of the original settlers has been conflated with the boats that the people of the Lake Culture use to traverse the Great Lake. Many people probably believe that the spaceship was a fanciful metaphor. The double triangle, which originally meant "Elephant's Assemblage" is now a generalized one for "Land/Home". Possibly the conflation has religious origins: the visible world is Greatest’s assemblage.

I imagined that by the later period the humans would have spread out from their original home on the lake. Some people would move into the forests as hunter-gatherers (the Elephants appear to eat entire trees in the comic, which would regularly open up large forest clearings that could be exploited for game and fast-growing shrubs), some might have crossed the great lake, and some might build huge towers along Elephant migratory paths where they could latch on, hunt for ticks, and then hop off at the next tower. I like the idea that the Elephants would appreciate these humans, like reef animals visiting a cleaner-fish station, but that other humans would consider them unclean due to their diet of blood (by way of the Ticks, which at this point have been demonized).

Each culture might interpret the "two trunks, four eyes, red shoulders and hands" elements that I'd settled on for the original culture in different ways. Their religion and culture has probably morphed too: does the Lake Culture consider themselves superior, as the original humans? Are the Far Shore traders a Lake Culture splinter group who sailed across the lake, or are they the descendants of a different group of survivors who floated across in the aftermath of the Eviction? Are their weird island castaway cultures descended from a handful of people who floated away on a log at the end of the comic? How long until somebody realizes that megafauna are made of very large quantities of meat and other useful materials? Can Elephant and Man ever learn to communicate, perhaps in some far future Age?

At this point I’d realized that my original idea was much too ambitious and I tried a few layouts to prove it. We can also see some me working out different bonfire building methods and trying to work out a few steps of the ritual dance – a big development here is the idea that the elephant costume heads would be more like a hat rather than a mask to give the dancer added height. I also attached marionette poles to the end of the trunk tassels so they could be used for big, stately gestures in the dance.

The last bits of development went into the dress and appearance of the Stone Age storyteller. I scaled the headdress back to a simpler four reddish stones and four tassels (two long manipulator arms and two short feeder ones). Her dress is a costly garment representing her respected position within the group. It’s made of the skins of several animals and decorated with their bones, quills, and teeth (the ticks have them, it’s gross!), as well as shells from the Great Lake. I hypothesized a Tapir animal – essentially a larger ground-dwelling relative of the Tick – to provide the settlers with meat and hides. This conveniently let me base all the colors and stuff off of the animals in the comic.

Lastly, here is the full set of cave paintings, since in the final image I prioritized atmosphere over legibility. Read from left to right they retell the story of the comic in simplified form. Due to the way I organize my color photoshop painting I wanted this linework on a separate layer from the final drawing, seen below. Huge thanks to the ancient artists of Lascaux Cave for the inspiration!

Huge thanks to Tom Kilian for this post, and all this marvelous world-building - I absolutely love it all! A whole new world, implied through a single piece...

[thereweredragonshere]

Hello! So uhh. I really like your art, and I wanted to commision you (will def do so in the future) but am unable to rn. Sooo. I'm writing a story on ao3, with a bunch of night fury characters. And there's one I'd love if you drew! Her name's Tinker. She's golden eyed and has some gold-ish undertones around her scales. Sadly, she was taken by Viggo and all her wing tissues were sliced off (wings, tailfins, the other weird fins they have) so she's pretty much a legged worm now. In the story, she gets very interested by Hiccup's work in the forge and becomes his helper! She also has some armor to protect her scars and a lil bed-ish thing Hiccup adds bc she loves to carry him around and feel helpful.

Anyway, draw her if you want! I don't think I'll send the fic link bc it feels a bit uh- arrogant and disrespectful.

I don’t usually take ocs as requests but omg I love the sound of her so much!!! Had to draw her