#the power of being an artist

[lamija-v]

Everyone talks about man bun Cass, but did we ever consider man bun Lucien??

[saffytaffylmfao]

RRAAHHHHH I’M SO HAPPYYYYHDICBEOD I FINISHED LIKE 2/3 OF THE DETECTIVE DUST ANIMATIONNNNSHDKEVD

also look I GOT HIM TO DO AN UWU FACE MUAHAJAGAKAGAKAGAKG

[laputaindefrenchgirl]

MY GOD, IT'S A LOT.

I should write up a billboard that says, "go on, break my heart, and i will make you eternal".

That's the power of being an artist. And gods, I remember everything. The color of the nail polish she was wearing that night. The specific nuance of red my blood was. The way I screamed into some empty road. I remember, so I write. So I paint.

All these feelings coming and leaving out of my ribcage in such a frenzy for small body like mine, it's insanity. Yet, I have never been more sane. More centered. I am plunging into my power with a calm and collected attitude, it feels like finally realizing I have been sitting on a golden throne for all this time.

"This is not personal" really became a thing. Not a sentence you throw in disillusionment instead of facing your own sorrow. It's real. If she hurts me, she's the one hurting herself. I just happened to be there. And no, I don't give in.

I think about all these people I trusted once upon a time, how sometimes it breaks my heart to never speak to them, to never laugh along them, to never ever ever see them smile again. I used to think that I was too much, that nobody could love me truly, for what my destiny was too shiny and oh, so lonely.

This journey is not the one I could have expected, even I can see myself at six years old, stating proudly like the little shit that I was, "I will change the world, one day." I cherish that part of me. She's the one that is the purest, the truest, the most precious of all. So yes, people are what I seek, I can nurture them beyond repairs, to my greatest despair (the rhythm, goddamnit), and yet I need them for what I must seek within. Not to be loved, but maybe, selfishly, a small voice urges me, "if you understand them, they will understand you?", ah, foolish spirit of mine.

To be able to connect with others is what feed my soul to an height which is difficult to measure. I love people, they mostly love me. Even if the most immediate reactions are admiration or jealousy, which I cannot comprehend to be honest. I am idiotic that way. What you feel about me is not mine to judge, but I have my own feelings as well. Protecting my feelings were often lead me as picturing myself as a bitch, but what can I say. Recently, I've been told that I judge myself too harshly. Do I? I don't know. As much as I love any of you, I won't let anyone stabs me for free. There's a sort of toxic romanticizing of love that I can lean on to some extent, which is ultimately, if I love you in a passionate way, I will give you my heart and you can crush it, whatever, because I choose you above anything else. A stupid and intense part of me, agrees. Though that, in the meantime of finding that person of giving myself to, I protect my feelings. I won't shrink myself because you don't know what the fuck you want or simply, you don't know who you are.

I know my sins, and they not require any justifications to anyone but myself. I'm tough. I'm soft. This is why I am that demanding towards myself. It doesn't change the fact that, if I see you hurting with your heart of gold, I will let you know that you deserve the world, you know. It doesn't change that, truly. I'm seeing you. You're beautiful.

"go on, break my heart, and i will make you eternal." it's that plain silly. I'm not sure that any of you breaking my heart actually deserve that attention. But this is my way of healing. This is my way of burning bridges. Lately, someone told me that we were over. In my heart of heart, all I felt for her was love. I couldn't wrap my head around that fact. "Have I come that far? Did I become that great?" Because feelings are feelings. They can't lie, I mean I guess they can, but I own the right to be stupid on this one. I feel blessed, I feel grateful. I sound like a lunatic from a cult, I know. But guess what? I'm the cult leader now.

-Audrey

[damianito]

Chuuya will not remember. Dazai will.

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[marisashinx]

"Why hasn't Silver woken up yet...?"

[fingersmudges]

Playing around with patches. Asked my brother what he thought I should make a patch of. They looked me right in the eyes and without hesitation said "That's not very babygirl of you..." And I am nothing, if not a provider.

Might even make prints to sell if there's interest.

[scapegods]

putting him through the horrors again

[mgcoco]

A fennec fox dressed as Elrond! No particular meaning or reason, I just thought it would be cute!

[ma-re-zo]

Lietpol „December sleepover”

Wheee I finally finished something

[goldetrash]

swag

[bixels]

I'm not explaining why re-imagining characters as POC is not the same as white-washing, here of all places should fucking understand.

[oddthesungod]

when ur watching a show and ur fave shows up (based on the jokey post I made, and also inspired by this immaculate sketch)

[urghblergh]

I finally watched "Our Man Bashir" and did like the outfits and the shooting at each other, so I drew this. ✨

Also inspired by this brilliant fanfiction and the very interesting headcanon concerning Cardassians and dancing mentioned in there. 👁️🔥

Reference

[hashtagartistlife]

how much greek mythology do you know?

(for ichiruki month 2023 day 8: fairest)

[cwispihae]

That's his emotional support mer'sopp, Your Honor

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