#just because you are so hungry for their art

[artdcnaldson]

OMG let’s keep this ball rolling. regency pats sister learning what an orgasm is… Art lets her sit on his lap while he works in the library and she finds that straddling his thigh feels really good for some reason. all the layers of her skirts and the friction from his slacks. EEEEEEE

-☘️

GODDDD!!!

Of course you couldn't manage this in the day time, so you're hovering around him while he's working on correspondence to... businesses? his family? you don't care enough to ask, you're just hoping he'll turn his attention to you while you're buzzing around him.

It's not until you've nearly knocked over his inkwell for the fourth time that he just pulls you into his lap. "Can you sit still?" He asks, mumbling against your hair.

and you just swallow, nodding, because this is the closest you've ever been to a man who isn't your father or your brothers, and he's warm and smells like smoke and cologne. Your legs are astride his strong, muscular thigh. All of that lawn tennis, you supposed. You liked watching him play, sweating and panting as he rallied back and forth with Patrick.

You swallow hard, because all you're wearing is your little chemise— barely anything fabric, any barrier, at all. Your skirt is hiked up, just around your hips, and your bare cunt rests against the soft fabric of his pants. Just that friction, that warmth, is enough to make heat bloom in the pit of your stomach.

If Art notices you've gone quiet, he says nothing. He leans around you and continues to write to... ah! an... uncle? it's hard to think when he starts bouncing his leg a little.

"mmphf—" you gasp, teeth buried into your bottom lip to muffle the soft noise. That heat in your tummy is impossible to ignore, the tender ache of want between your thighs, though you have no idea what it is you're craving.

"Shhh..." Art murmurs. "If you insist on distracting me, I'll send you back to your room."

So you bite your tongue and just... try to get comfortable, try to ease that ache. You shift, rubbing against his thigh in the process, and muffle a shaky whine behind your fist. It's a throbbing, slick, hungry kind of want. Nothing you've ever felt before, nothing you thought was possible.

The closest, maybe, was when you'd seen Art through the crack of his door changing out of his clothes for bed. Not that you'd been spying! No... the door just... happened to be cracked, and you happened to drop an earring by the jamb.

Art's hand slings around your waist. "Stop squirming," he says softly. "You're making a mess of my trousers, you realize that? Do you even realize what it is you're doing?"

You shake your head, swallowing hard as that heat creeps up your chest and cheeks. It's like you're running a fever. "No," you whisper. "I'm just... I'm—" Another shaky breath escapes you as Art grabs your hips and begins to grind you against his thigh, pressing you down against it so your thighs tremble. "I'm— ah— I'm—"

"You're... what?" He murmurs against your throat. His knee bounces, and his hands grip your hips through the chemise. Back, forth, back, forth. You whimper softly as your head lolls back against his shoulder. "Does it feel good for you?"

You nod, panting as the pressure and tightness in your tummy threatens to spill over. Warm all over, trembling in his hands. "I've got you," he whispers. "I know it feels strange, but just let those feelings take over."

It's hard to surrender— to let those delicious feelings take over all of the restraint that had been embedded into your very being since birth. But the body can only take so much before something gives. You bite into your fist as those feelings take over— light and delicious, coursing through each nerve, washing over you like a wave.

"That's it," Art whispers, kissing the fluttering pulse point of your throat. "You can always feel those feelings around me, but no one else. Promise me."

"I promise," you say back. And you know you'll come back to him again and again if it means you can keep feeling like that.

[zellink]

I binged réad the whole fic in three days i just got completely absorbed into the story and the characters the way you write them is just soooo good. The rocky beginning of their relationship then the transition into the pining and angst was done so seamlessly and you can feel the love and intense emotions that are almost about to burst out of both of them i love it! I would pay good money to see this printed into book or something lmao it is a zelink masterpiece truly 💕 Thank you for your hard work and even though I am hungry for more chapters and more of Link and Zelda please don't feel pressured to post anything unless you feel like it just wanted to say that the fic is amazing and that whenever the next chapter comes I am sure it will be amazing. Take your time and take care!😃

anon!! i'm so sorry for the late reply--my brain often forgets that i have a blog on tumblr. 🥲

i'm so happy that you love Bells so far--everytime someone says this i always get so teary and happy. Bells is my baby and right now i'm literally in the middle of writing the 17th chapter so your sweet words are giving me fuel!

i do plan on making prints of this fic--though i don't wanna sell because i don't want Nintendo to sue me LOL. maybe i'll make a few copies and then just do a giveaway. i even already know who i want to recruit for the book's cover art, though i gotta hold my horses--i still have 10 chapters and a half to finish. 😂

again thank you so much for your kind words and for your patience. chapter 17 is now at ~9000 words and i am approximately 2 long scenes away from finishing it. i've been working on this chapter for 10 months now because my personal life got so insane last year. but once this is done, i'll post chapter 16, and on i go to toil at chapter 18 (which is the last chapter of Act 3. bada bing bada boom.)

take care to you too, anon! <3

ETA: my forgetful self forgot—chapter 18 is NOT the last chapter of Act 3, it’s chapter 19! so i have 2 more chapters to write for this act after this one is done.

[pink-toonss]

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[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[kkoct-ik]

some vaguely on model doodles as i try to work out what is wrong with them (what they look like)

[tropicalcontinental]

Human fear is the window to the soul or whatever ://

[marclef]

Day 24, ACTUALLY a week until Halloween now, spooky 👀

(aaaahhhhh been busy with stuff today so i'm a little late! it's STILL the 24th for me though so this counts!!)

but, today's is some silly little Fakelings, strange little goopy blobs that are extremely curious about the world and will shove just about anything into their mouths... so, not very different from normal babies, huh? 😅

(we've seen 4 out of the 5 of these little ones grown up and out in the world now though.... i wonder which one of these is the last? maybe you'll find out, very soon.... 👀)

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

i thiiink hes soooo prettyabyway

[mint-termsandconditions]

Kirby and Bandana Dee’s Expedition to Toadstool Thicket

Based off:

Some world-building for Toadstool Thicket because I was bored:

In Toadstool Thicket, you’ll find many inhabitants here, such as:

And most importantly:

Many craps decided to move to Toadstool Thicket after wanting to do more than just falling apart and exploding in a Kirby sub-game in a Kirby spin-off game (Mass Attack, my beloved). Craps love living in Toadstool Thicket and will clean up whatever trash they find! Which usually means they self-destruct, destroying the trash but also themselves in the process.

Tree:

Scientific name:

Arecaceae Muscaria

Other names include:

Palmstool:

The most common name for this tree is because it looks like a fusion of a palm tree and a toadstool.

Toad Trees:

Kids often call these trees Toad Trees, due to the Toad Trees having a large mushroom on the top of their base that can be bounced on. Most kids don’t know that toads can’t jump and frogs can.

Coconuts:

The trees mutated these coconuts to look and sometimes even taste like a mushroom. These coconuts evolved to no longer have their green outside due to their pattern being enough to ward off any animals. This energy that was used to make the green outside is now used to maintain their life expectancy. Due to the large mushrooms they host acting parasitic in nature.

Instead of there being a seed inside, there's a mushroom that has rooted itself in the meat of the shell. The mushroom seed makes the coconut dangerous to eat, but it's not impossible. With enough skill, the inhabitants of Toadstool Thicket learned to carefully remove the roots from the meat, allowing it to be consumed. The water, on the other hand, is much easier to prepare by filtering it through activated carbon.

The meat on the outside of the shell has the texture of a mushroom and the flavor of a coconut. The coconut water, on the other hand,  is more complicated. Depending on how big the mushroom in the coconut is, the water can have a broth-like taste to it. 

Notice the graph above:

Dot 1:

At dot 1, the mushroom is small, basically giving the coconut the classic coconut taste with barely any hint of mushroom.

Dot 2:

At dot 2, the mushroom is at its ideal size, the coconut water has a mushroom broth flavor with hints of coconut to balance out the saltiness of the mushroom. Perfect for any recipe that includes these coconuts. Chefs have killed to get the perfect coconut. It's also great bragging rights to say your dish is all natural and not modified to taste like the ideal coconut.

Dot 3:

At dot 3, the mushroom is large, giving the water a mushroom broth taste that's a bit too salty for anyone's liking.

Some dishes that can be made using the coconuts:

The coconut shells can also be used in dyes and give off a lovely red to maroon color.

Bird Statues:

These bird statues can be found everywhere in Toadstool Thicket. No one knows why they were made, but popular theories are:

-They were made to please their gods

-They were made in the image of their gods but were also used as guides to keep track of where you were in the forest

-They were made for their rulers who usually associated themselves with the gods.

But the even stranger thing about these statues is that there's a third version of this bird statue with longer wings but their heads are completely destroyed and with what researchers assume to be the beak, tucked under their wing. And unlike the other statues, are hollow.

There are three popular theories about what this statue could've been:

Theory #1:

They were large instruments designed to be performed for the Gods.

The reason for this is because the statue closely resembles a Bird God who is the embodiment of music and karma. This is due to its large wings and tail. There are also traces of DNA inside these mysterious statues.

Theory #2:

They were used to contain and filter water. This is because the statue could also resemble the Bird Goddess of water and life, who also had large wings and a tail. This one is the weakest theory of all three.

Theory #3:

They were used as coffins to respect and bury the dead. This is because (this is the final one) the statue could also resemble the Bird God of death. Along with the DNA that was mentioned earlier found inside the statue.

Alternatively, there's another theory that stems from the previous one that the statues were used for punishment. Forcing the person who has committed the crime to be trapped and sealed away in the statue until they die. This is because some people believe that the Bird God of music and karma is the same as the Bird God of death, making this an oddly poetic way to punish criminals. The DNA, and a more recent discovery that the old civilization was more strict on what was right or wrong with them having punishments being cruel and unusual, like eating a coconut with its shell on.

That’s all I want to say about Toadstool Thicket

I’m going to watch Over the Garden Wall now.

[kjzx]

Miro missed an opportunity to make the other transmutation spell turn stones into bread omg

[bobombun]

Seere is basically immortal in that he'll die if he's killed, but he won't die to old age. And he's the Hierarch because of an innate ability of his (prophetic visions) that I have no clue how it manifests in people. How long do you think he'll be the Hierarch? Do you think he would be kept as the Hierarch even when he no longer wishes to stay as such? After all, who could replace someone who receives prophetic visions of the future, and who has seen such peculiar events? And whose form makes Goddesses more likely to trust him and feel more at ease and not do anything hasty like Garden of Light kinda mentioned-

[ribbonknot]

need a main kpop girlie to leave their company and succeed in a massive way that is also consistent

[kaisollisto]

tried something new

[todayisafridaynight]

every day i thank god for the like. one or two japanese minedai artists who make mine the embodiment of 🥺 while also still making him. mine.

[saltinesinsoup]

going to go eat dinner and see how i feel about my roommate after

[spark1edog]

im in a terrible mood today idk why