#tries and failures of artistry

[inakanotori]

Did I notice after making this that the chain goes several times around his neck? 🫣

Freaking deserved, congrats to the Dark Lord of Emma Gaala.

[desmon1995]

Lin-Manuel Miranda: The Bard Who Changed the Game

I don’t think anyone, aside from maybe Sondheim, has shaped the modern musical landscape as profoundly as Lin-Manuel Miranda. Over the past two decades, his influence has become so ingrained in our cultural fabric that it’s almost easy to take him for granted. His quirks and stylistic flourishes have been memed and parodied to no end, and yet, when you step back and really see what he’s done, it’s nothing short of extraordinary.

When Lin first burst onto the scene with In the Heights, it wasn’t just a debut—it was a declaration. Today, the show might feel a little quaint compared to what followed, but back then? It was a revelation. A heartfelt story about a Latino community in Washington Heights, filled with dreams, struggles, and joy. It wasn’t West Side Story. And that was the point. It wasn’t about gangs or tragedy—it was about life and love and hope.

What a lot of people don’t know is that many powerful, very white producers wanted to twist Lin’s vision. They tried to turn In the Heights into a grittier, R-rated version of West Side Story, leaning into the stereotypes that Broadway has leaned on for decades. But Lin fought back. He fought to keep the heart of the show intact, and he won. That kind of resilience, that ability to stand up for your vision when the odds are stacked against you, is something that’s deeply inspiring—not just for creatives, but for anyone trying to make their voice heard in a world that often prefers silence.

And then came Hamilton. What more can be said about it? It wasn’t just a hit—it was a phenomenon. It’s still being discussed, dissected, and debated. But beyond the groundbreaking artistry, Hamilton proved something critical: that audiences will show up for stories led by people of color. That diversity isn’t just important—it’s lucrative. The one-two punch of In the Heights and Hamilton didn’t just shake up Broadway; it redefined what was possible.

But Lin is not without his flaws, and he’d be the first to admit it. He’s in a position most minorities never dream of—a place where success comes with impossible expectations. Everyone wants a piece of him, and if his stories don’t align with someone’s idea of what he should be creating, the backlash is swift and unforgiving. But the thing about Lin is that he keeps going. He keeps pushing forward, even when he’s not sure if he’ll stick the landing. That vulnerability, that willingness to risk failure in service of something bigger than himself, is one of the things I admire most about him.

And he doesn’t do it alone. Lin surrounds himself with brilliant collaborators like Alex Lacamoire and Eisa Davis. He knows when to extend a hand, when to ask for help, and that humility is such a rare thing to see in someone of his stature.

I’ll admit, it stings a little when I see people casually dismiss him now. Around the early 2020s, it became almost trendy to hate on Lin. Some of that is just the natural cynicism that comes with growing up—people getting embarrassed about what they used to love. Another part of it, I think, comes from how visible and liberal he is in an industry that often prioritizes polished perfection over raw humanity. But here’s the thing: Lin’s always been bucking the system. People forget that there was a time when he was an outsider, fighting to tell stories no one else wanted to tell.

For me, as a young Black kid growing up in conservative Texas, Lin’s work was life-changing. Loving show tunes wasn’t exactly “cool” where I was from. Expressing that love often meant opening myself up to ridicule, homophobic slurs, or just the quiet, constant reminder that these stories weren’t for me. But Lin changed that. He made space for kids like me to feel seen, to feel like we belonged in this art form we loved so much.

That’s why I’ll always root for him. Even if his next project doesn’t hit the same cultural high notes as Hamilton, I’ll be there. Because Lin doesn’t just make art—he makes space. He takes stories that might otherwise be overlooked and gives them the kind of polish and care they deserve.

Lin didn’t just change Broadway. He changed how so many of us see ourselves. And for that, I’ll always be grateful.

Also, Happy Birthday

[khys-treasure-box]

AN: I've been playing a lot of Metaphor: ReFantazio lately, so my apologies that this first post didn't come sooner. ^^' I've really been brainrotted to hell and back with that game because I just love it so much. That being said, in a weird, roundabout way, that's exactly what inspired this post! My favorite character is Strohl and me and my friends have a running joke that he's just fantasy Akihiko, so it's only natural that I write something about my dearly beloved proto-Strohl! /hj <3

CW: None! Just fluffy thoughts about Akihiko being a dork! This isn't technically X Reader, but you can absolutely read it as such. <3

So... we all know how canonically dense Akihiko is about romance, right? I mean, he seriously wondered why he failed so miserably during Operation Babe Hunt; so much so that he evidently went out and bought some sort of pickup artistry book after. He does not know how to get women, or really anyone for that matter. :')

That being said, how awkward he is about love truly never leaves my mind.

I fully believe that not only is he the type to not realize he has feelings for someone until someone else tells him, but I also believe that, beyond that point, he'll do anything but just ask someone else for advice. He'll sooner turn back to that book he bought after going to Yakushima than just ask. Not to say he would never get to the point of asking someone he knows for help, but he'd have to be really really desperate I fear. He can't help it, really, he's just super shy when it comes to this sort of thing. Sure, all these romance books and movies he's forcing himself to sit through seem incredibly cheesy, but if there's a chance they'll somehow help his predicament, then he'll put up with it all. He has to learn somehow, doesn't he?

Don't even get me started on how much he flounders when he's finally plucked up the confidence to start trying to flirt. Oh boy, this poor guy is a mess. He's trying so hard to act cool and charming, but he just ends up stumbling over his words and having to laugh it off as if he was just making a joke. Things that he used to say so casually (or so he thought at least) end up coming out super stiff compared to before. Any time he tries to compliment his crush, he feels like it comes out weird and ends up backpedaling in a panic. He might just die inside a little if he gets laughed at, but that's not gonna stop him from trying! He's nothing if not stubborn, so a little bit of failure isn't going to be enough to deter him. Yea, he's probably gonna make a fool of himself a dozen more times, but surely he'll get it right eventually... right?

The moment he decides to confess is absolutely where he blunders the most though. It's not that he didn't have a plan, because he definitely did; he kinda had to have one to be quite honest. He just... couldn't exactly stay on script. Even with the perfect time and place for it, I can't help but see him kind of freezing up. He had a plan, but it's all out the window now that he's really here trying to execute it. He probably has to be nudged into saying anything at all, and when he finally does, he just kind of blurts out "I love you".

He'd probably be beating himself up on the inside immediately for screwing up so royally, but if the person he's been crushing on is really deserving of him, surely an awkward confession is no problem for them. <3

[duckprintspress]

10 Books for Pansexual and Panromantic Visibility Day!

May 24th is Pansexual and Panromantic Visibility Day, so make sure to say hi to your pan friends before they’re invisible again! We’re celebrating with (shock) book recommendations! Explicit pan rep is hard to come by, and in cases where it’s implied, the difference between interpreting a characters as bi versus pan is often down to personal perceptions of the character and the sexuality/romanticisms in questions. With that in mind, we present 10 titles we loved with either explicit or implied pan rep! The contributors to this list are: Nina Waters, Tris Lawrence, boneturtle, E. C., and two anonymous contributors

All Systems Red (The Murderbot Diaries series) by Martha Wells

“As a heartless killing machine, I was a complete failure.”

In a corporate-dominated spacefaring future, planetary missions must be approved and supplied by the Company. Exploratory teams are accompanied by Company-supplied security androids, for their own safety.

But in a society where contracts are awarded to the lowest bidder, safety isn’t a primary concern.

On a distant planet, a team of scientists are conducting surface tests, shadowed by their Company-supplied ‘droid—a self-aware SecUnit that has hacked its own governor module, and refers to itself (though never out loud) as “Murderbot.” Scornful of humans, all it really wants is to be left alone long enough to figure out who it is.

But when a neighboring mission goes dark, it’s up to the scientists and their Murderbot to get to the truth.

A Fisherman of the Inland Sea by Ursula K. Le Guin

The award-winning stories in A Fisherman of the Inland Sea range from the everyday to the outer limits of experience, where the quantum uncertainties of space and time are resolved only in the depths of the human heart. Astonishing in their diversity and power, they exhibit both the artistry of a major writer at the height of her powers and the humanity of a mature artist confronting the world with her gift of wonder still intact.

Commit to the Kick by Tris Lawrence

For eighteen years, Alaric has lived under the cloying politics of family and his Clan community. His freshman year is supposed to be a chance to explore a world where Clan and his shapeshifting Talent isn’t central to his life. But when his inner bear bursts forth during his first football game, endangering those around him, Alaric realizes that it’s not so easy to ignore his past, or his own internalized anger.

In his quest for anger management, Alaric begins to train in taekwondo, and makes new friends in both sports. He finds that he is creating his own small community, where Clan, Mages, other Talents, and even humans come together and build their own found family.

When Alaric receives news that something has happened to his brother Orson, he must return and deal with his Clan and his place in their world. He discovers that old prejudices are still strong between Clan and Mage communities, but that both may be in danger from a creature long thought to be only a legend. Alaric must figure out how to move forward and prevent a war and protect both his home and newly built communities, his found family with him every step of the way. 

Count Your Lucky Stars by Alexandria Bellefleur

Margot Cooper doesn’t do relationships. She tried and it blew up in her face, so she’ll stick with casual hookups, thank you very much. But now her entire crew has found “the one” and she’s beginning tofeel like a fifth wheel. And then fate (the heartless bitch) intervenes. While touring a wedding venue with her engaged friends, Margot comes face-to-face with Olivia Grant—her childhood friend, her first love, her first… well, everything. It’s been ten years, but the moment they lock eyes, Margot’s cold, dead heart thumps in her chest.

Olivia must be hallucinating. In the decade since she last saw Margot, her life hasn’t gone exactly as planned. At almost thirty, she’s been married… and divorced. However, a wedding planner job in Seattle means a fresh start and a chance to follow her dreams. Never in a million years did she expect her important new client’s Best Woman would be the one that got away.

When a series of unfortunate events leaves Olivia without a place to stay, Margot offers up her spare room because she’s a Very Good Person. Obviously. It has nothing to do with the fact that Olivia is as beautiful as ever and the sparks between them still make Margot tingle. As they spend time in close quarters, Margot starts to question her no-strings stance. Olivia is everything she’s ever wanted, but Margot let her in once and it ended in disaster. Will history repeat itself or should she count her lucky stars that she gets a second chance with her first love? 

Maneater (Monsters of Moonvale series) by Emily Antoinette

If something ever seems too good to be true, it probably is. That’s how the “friendly” invitation to join a new coven turned into a surprise demon summoning. At least it wasn’t a virgin sacrifice. Then I really would have been screwed—and not in the way they plan for with the succubus they’ve bound. 

When I help free her from the bindings and offer her a ride back to work, things get even weirder. She tells me she wants to see me again. This captivating woman wants to see me—a nerdy witch who spends his free time playing D&D. 

There’s no way she means it. Because that’s definitely too good to be true. Still, there’s no way I can resist the opportunity to spend more time with a goddess like her. 

There’s Magic Between Us by Jillian Maria

A diehard city girl, 16-year-old Lydia Barnes is reluctant to spend a week in her grandma’s small town. But hidden beneath Fairbrooke’s exterior of shoddy diners and empty farms, there’s a forest that calls to her. In it, she meets Eden: blunt, focused, and fascinating. She claims to be hunting fae treasure, and while Lydia laughs it off at first, it quickly becomes obvious that Eden’s not joking-magic is real.

Lydia joins the treasure hunt, thrilled by all the things it offers her. Things like endless places in the forest to explore and a friendship with Eden that threatens to blossom into something more. But even as she throws herself into her new adventure, some questions linger. Why did her mom keep magic a secret? Why do most of the townspeople act like the forest is evil? It seems that, as much as Lydia would like to pretend otherwise, not everything in Fairbrooke is as bright and easy as a new crush…

Fire and Flight (ElfQuest series) by Wendy and Richard Pini

The forest-dwelling elves called the Wolfriders are burnt out of their ancestral home by vengeful humans. Betrayed by cowardly trolls, the elfin band, led by Cutter, Blood of Ten Chiefs, must cross the Burning Waste to find a haven they’ve never seen before. Can the Wolfriders survive? If they do, what surprises await them at Sorrow’s End?

Fledgling by Octavia E. Butler

This is the story of an apparently young, amnesiac girl whose alarmingly unhuman needs and abilities lead her to a startling conclusion: She is in fact a genetically modified, 53-year-old vampire. Forced to discover what she can about her stolen former life, she must at the same time learn who wanted-and still wants-to destroy her and those she cares for and how she can save herself.

Final Draft by Riley Redgate

Laila Piedra doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, and definitely doesn’t sneak into the 21-and-over clubs on the Lower East Side. The only sort of risk Laila enjoys is the peril she writes for the characters in her stories: epic sci-fi worlds full of quests, forbidden love, and robots. Her creative writing teacher has always told her she has a special talent. But three months before graduation, Laila’s number one fan is replaced by Nadiya Nazarenko, a Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist who sees nothing at all special about Laila’s writing.

A growing obsession with gaining Nazarenko’s approval–and fixing her first-ever failing grade–leads to a series of unexpected adventures. Soon Laila is discovering the psychedelic highs and perilous lows of nightlife, and the beauty of temporary flings and ambiguity. But with her sanity and happiness on the line, Laila must figure out if enduring the unendurable really is the only way to greatness.

Before I Let Go by Marieke Nijkamp

Best friends Corey and Kyra were inseparable in their tiny snow-covered town of Lost Creek, Alaska. But as Kyra starts to struggle with her bipolar disorder, Corey’s family moves away. Worried about what might happen in her absence, Corey makes Kyra promise that she’ll stay strong during the long, dark winter.

Then, just days before Corey is to visit, Kyra dies. Corey is devastated–and confused, because Kyra said she wouldn’t hurt herself. The entire Lost community speaks in hushed tones, saying Kyra’s death was meant to be. And they push Corey away like she’s a stranger.

The further Corey investigates–and the more questions she asks–the greater her suspicion grows. Lost is keeping secrets–chilling secrets. Can she piece together the truth about Kyra’s death and survive her visit?

You can also view this list on the shelf on our Goodreads, or visit Bookshop.org and check out this list in our affiliate shop! Note: due to the difficulty of differentiating a pan characters versus a bi character unless which they are is explicitly identified in canon, we have put bi and pan characters on joint lists – so these lists linked are bisexual and/or pansexual character lists.

What are your favorite books with pansexual and panromantic characters?

[pisoprano]

Happy birthday, @blur0se! I wrote some more Loveybug AU for you!

Marinette was feeling giddy. Becoming Loveybug was just—GAHH!!! She didn’t have words for it. She wanted to dance and squeal and start throwing confetti. 

She’d told Chat Noir she loved him! 

After all her failures with trying to tell Adrien her feelings, she’d actually succeeded in revealing the three suns in her heart (i.e., those three little words, “I love you”) to someone! And sure, Chat had run away before responding, but clearly that had to be because he was about to transform back, right? Or maybe it was just that he was too surprised by the other news she’d shared to say anything? 

(He looked so sad, though, when he learned that Ladybug wasn’t coming ba—DON’T THINK ABOUT ANY OF THAT! THIS IS HAPPY FUN TIME TO CELEBRATE!) 

She started planning what she was going to do when she saw Chat Noir again. Maybe they could go on a romantic boat ride together? She could wear a fancy dress and have a violin serenading them as they watched the stars together! And she had to bring him a rose—no, a dozen! A hundred! How expensive were roses again? She'd figure that out later, she just knew that any roses had to be red because her kitty needed to know that this was no platonic friendship that she was giving him, it was a romance. One that would last forever and ever! 

The akuma alert popped up on her phone. A part of Marinette was annoyed—she hadn’t finished her dating plan yet!—but on the other hand, it meant seeing that beautiful, silly, fun, caring, adorable, wonderful boy in cat ears that much sooner. She’d have to make up for the lack of a plan with extra hugs (and kisses if she could snag them!) 

“Tikki, spots on!” 

Loveybug yo-yo'd herself into the sky and looked for her partner (the akuma could wait). Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have shown up yet. Probably something in his personal life holding him up. She wished she knew more about that personal life. She wished she was a part of that personal life. Maybe he’d open up more about himself to Loveybug—he certainly wouldn’t tell Ladybug since she'd told him ‘No talking about identity stuff!’ too many times to count (she was a fool to have made that rule—sure the world had ended a couple times, but on the other hand, consider: kissy kissy meow meow). 

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t see all the birds coming. Loveybug was thrown into the air by Mr. Pigeon’s latest flock of evil pigeons. Maybe I can manipulate the swarm of birds into making a message for Chat? she mused to herself. A giant heart shouldn’t be too difficult, right? 

As she tried to think through her plans of sky artistry, she suddenly felt a pair of sturdy arms wrap around her. 

He’s here! 

Loveybug closed her eyes in a dramatic swoon and nuzzled up to him, “Hey, Hot Stuff, where have you been all my life?” She moved her hand up to his neck to play with his bell, but it wasn’t there. All she found was a metallic chain. 

She opened her eyes to look at her catboy. Except he wasn’t her catboy. Sure he was a catboy—black cat ears, a tail, and baton with a paw print that he was using to keep the both of them aloft in the sky as they fled the pigeon horde. But his hair was green and his posture was perfect and he looked like a soldier waiting for orders. Nothing like the fun-loving goofball that had been Ladybug’s partner since the very beginning. 

(Except that time when he’d given up the ring. Except that time when he’d been replaced.) 

“Catwalker?” she whispered. 

“Good day, Loveybug, I hope you are alright?” 

“Of course I’m alright!” she yelped. “Why wouldn’t I be alright?” 

She couldn’t let herself fall apart over losing Chat, not again. She needed to be Loveybug right now, she would die of mortification if Catwalker of all people found out that she was Ladybug in disguise. Mr. Perfect could never find out about how Ladybug had screwed things up with Chat Noir so badly she’d dreamed up an alternate version of herself to fix it. 

Catwalker frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay? We’ve got an akuma to deal with, but if you’re not feeling well—” 

“Yep! Purr-fectly fine, that’s me! Paris’ number one heroine of love and justice! Loveybug! Not Ladybug! She’s not here! Oh look, the Pigeon Man! Let’s go fight him! With the power of love!” 

She gave Catwalker a smooch on the cheek and flung herself away towards danger.

(But why was Catwalker here? He can’t be a permanent replacement. Chat Noir had to come back. If Chat hated Loveybug so much that he gave up the ring again just to get away from her, she’d—DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT! EVERYTHING IS FINE! JUST KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING! YOU LOVE CATWALKER TOO, RIGHT? HE’S SUPER PRETTY AND NICE. YOU CAN LOVE HIM UNTIL CHAT NOIR COMES BACK. HE HAS TO COME BACK.) 

[mr-orion]

The absolute anger and bitterness i have for working over 11 years of building up this skill that ended up in this arduous void of toiling artistry just leaves me alone in a room by myself with frustrated tears along with my head and wrists aching, drawing pictures over and over that a few people ever see or care about

Yeah. It feels like that sometimes. It's why I implore people to look beyond themselves and browse the art tags they enjoy posting in. I hope you find joy in your craft.

That being said; you can only enjoy something so much. It's okay to quit. It's important to have more than one hobby you're happy with, its important to be paid attention too. Building connections is difficult, it's hard work with lots of risk. Not everyone can do it.

More often than not, you find people. People don't find you. It takes reaching out and failure. Did you find me because you stumbled upon me, or because I reached out in some way first? For most of the people that know me on tumblr its the latter. I know many of my mutuals wouldn't be my mutuals if I never said how much I like their art. For every mutual I have, theres also a dozen people I tried to be friendly with that never blossomed into those thing. That's okay.

I know a lot of artists feel lonely, and underappreciated. It happens. There's not much you can do about it except for treat others how you'd like to be treated.

And anon, I know it can be hard. You're not alone in sentiment. Please feel free to reach out if you'd like. Additionally, I have an art server on discord for adults and would love to extend an invitation to you or any of my followers that would like a nice small community to share and critique art of any skill level. Let me know.

[fleet-off]

*chinhands* talk to me about the WIPs you want to share with the world and how they came to be.

Lilyyyyy. Baiting me with this question when you know I have too many WIPs (16! 16 with 2k+ words apiece! it's a compulsion!). Here are my three immediate priorities once Lapping at the Edges is complete:

Body Bag: The one where Pete finds playing dead relaxing and Vegas decidedly does not. It’s a nonsexual bondage body-disposal roleplay gone wrong, featuring failure to safeword on Vegas’s part and dom drop, followed by hurt/comfort aftercare sex next to the shallow grave Vegas dug for Pete on his request. Their sex life is so weird here. Vegas’s preoccupation with death symbolism is a delight to write from the outside, and the remnants of Pete’s fucked-up passive death wish equally so. And I get to write my favorite unhealthy kink headcanon for them, where they’re both terrible at safewording because one of them has been conditioned to accept punishment and the other believes he deserves it. I am incredibly excited for this fic.

And speaking of bad communication and a preoccupation with death!

Stable Delusion: the resurrection AU, beloved. My little novella about shadows and concealment, empty mirrors and guilt, still waters and autonomy, and Vegas achieving a horror so miraculous that Pete can never know. I woke up months ago with the prologue in my notes app and no memory of writing it, and I’ve been obsessing about it since. Here’s a fresh excerpt (warning for the physical results of S/M):

On the other side of the mirror, Vegas’s skin was a tapestry of damage. Rope burns crowded the insides of his wrists. Dull red lines scored his chest and what Pete could see of his throat. He wore a mass of bite marks on his stomach and bare legs, and a circle of them around his hip. The body was Vegas’s, but the marks belonged to Pete—each a match for one Vegas himself had laid into his flesh. Outside his own skin, he could better appreciate the skill in the patterns of welts peeking past the insides of Vegas’s thighs, the artistry in the pretty chaos of bruises blooming across his belly, the affection in the purples of Vegas’s thumbprints on either side of his throat. In the logic of Pete’s dream, all of this seemed just. If the marks were Pete’s, then they were Vegas’s too, surely. But if Vegas was to have marks, shouldn’t Pete be the one to bestow them?

and third,

Off the Handle: Vegas doesn’t know how to handle low-level family conflict. A tiff over the dishwasher leads him to start sabotaging the means for Pete or Macau to harm themselves. Here’s the bit of the outline that made me fall in love with this one:

And finally Pete approaches him like. “Hey, so Macau found all the kitchen knives stashed behind the DVD player. Is this why we’ve been ordering so much takeout lately?” And, “It’s not ideal as a weapons stash, is the thing. People reach back there without looking. It’s not accessible during an attack. We need those knives for cooking. Also, Macau’s not going to tell you, but it really freaked him out.” And at last, “Is this because I tried to put them in the dishwasher?” “You don’t put wooden handles in the dishwasher.” “…Right.” Pete steels his shoulders, curls his hands in Vegas’s. “Hey. Are you planning something?” Vegas blinks. “The fuck could I be planning? I have nothing to plan.” “You hid the kitchen knives. You said the old ropes were starting to fray, but it’s been two weeks and you keep putting off buying new ones. The lock on the bathroom door is still broken. Your pain meds are gone. Why are your pain meds gone?” “Why are you getting into my meds?” “You know we need you, right?” And Pete’s eyes are dark and earnest, and his fingertips flutter, broken wings against Vegas’s palms. “Vegas, you know I need you?”

Thank you for the opportunity to ramble, Lily! Of course, there’s also a wip that a certain someone has been encouraging me to write despite my own protestations (thank you), and perhaps a recently-learned definite date around which I’d love to offer the story to that particular someone…but I’ll leave those details up in the air (😋) for now.

[rafent]

21. A memory of the first time they did an activity they love

21. a memory of the first time they did an activity they love

All that Rafal learned in Gradlon he brought with him to Lythos, but it was difficult nevertheless. More difficult than expected. His memorized readings of cakes, cookies, truffles, eclairs, and tarts over the centuries never found true application, stored only in his brain and never working their way down to his hands. Only reasonable, perhaps. No prince of Gradlon could ever mend the blow to his honor if he was sighted in a kitchen, failure or not.

However, that was soon forgotten. In Lythos no-one judged; neither the Divine One nor the Divine Dragon Monarch Lumera, and certainly not Nel. He asked if only for that reason alone. Access to the castle kitchen became granted on his request and a new world followed. Here was the flightless Rafal's territory- here was his sky.

And he buried himself in the kitchen until he got it right.

'Damn you.' He cursed at himself; at another holey batch of macaron shells chucked aside as refuse. Had the dough been undermixed? The filling too much in proportion? There was no immediate answer. Only another try.

Water. Milk. Eggs. Flour. Butter. Sugar. Salt. These rudimentary ingredients were the colors and paints of Rafal's artistry, whisked and kneaded into a bowl. The piped batter set to dry. The casks of their containment lied on the counters half-full, nearly expended. Pages of guiding tomes spattered with flour and hasty-wet finger marks, not that he needed them for anything more than quick measurements- the recipe books. Or so he thought at first. So proudly and confidently, though his first attempt wasn't remotely close to being the final one.

He didn't let that stop him. Instead of destruction this was creation. Instead of failure it was trajectory for success. Being good at something- being useful. It was worth doing. With fillings of buttercream and ganache Rafal could express the sweet flavors he'd always dreamed of tasting without dirt or soil to dilute them. With egg-whites and egg-yolks he could make something out of nothing. A day wasted away meant nothing at all.

By the end he'd found his victory. Centered on the plate he triumphantly offered to the Divine One and company were a dozen perfect macarons. Hidden away in the kitchen were the hundred tries it took to make them.

[tseecka]

I drove a two-hour round trip to go buy a treadmill off of someone on Facebook Marketplace, and I spent the entire drive talking to myself about Aggie---or more specifically, tonight, his Sire. Now you get to benefit from my highway monologuing.

So, DeVry. Beauregard DeVry. (Formerly Dorian Du Vrai Beau-Regard, formerly Dorian Beauregard).

He was handsome, once; its written all over his features, though age has shown him little mercy. Though he hasn't aged a day since he was 56 years old, the centuries he has seen still managed to write themselves into the lines and creases of his face, smudge their fingerprints ever darker under his eyes. He is, now, a tired sort of handsome, with salt-and-pepper hair cropped neatly around a tall, wide forehead, and a square jaw, not striking, nor pretty, but dignified and elegant nonetheless.

As far as vampires go, he's on the older side--a few centuries, at least. He was born sometime in early 17th century France, and was turned on the cusp of the Age of Enlightenment, but I don't actually care to get into it any more than that, because I'm not really very interested in French history and I don't want to get bogged down in details about DeVry when Aggie is RIGHT THERE. This is just to establish three and a half particular details: He's old, he's French, and he--and by extension, Aggie--are of a lower generation than might be expected. (I'm thinking he is 9th or 10th, making Aggie 10th or 11th, because I like the idea of my insatiable little hedonist being of a lower generation and giving other vampires conniptions.)

Like all Toreadors, DeVry has an eye for beauty; and like his childe, he finds that beauty in fine art. What DeVry seeks, though, rather than experience or sensation or emotion, is perfection. Precision. The epitome of beauty is a perfectly executed brushstroke, the flawless line of arm and leg in a ballerina's leap, technical expertise. Where Aggie wants to experience beauty--sink up to his elbows in it, crush it through his fingers and lap up the creative juices trickling down his wrists--DeVry would preserve it behind glass--immaculate, distant, untouchable, even those art forms that require air and movement in order to breathe. Over the years, this seeking of perfection has become a nearly pathological impulse, a flavour of madness, the standard for said perfection ever impossibly higher. Rather than finding beauty in the unique nature of a slight flaw, or in the evidence of humanity, it rings out discordant to him. He doesn't care for breaking new ground or trying something new, the evolution of style that comes with the passing centuries and changing human minds; rather, he knows what art should be, in his opinion, based on his experiences, and continually tries to seek out those he thinks are capable of being molded into that perfect model. DeVry doesn't want to experience art; he wants to observe it, for art's own sake.

Because, in his mind, the vagarities of human emotion are an impediment to achieving the platonic ideal of art, DeVry holds a belief that only a Kindred will be able to create it; though he accepts that a Kindred with no taste or aptitude for art in their human life will not become magically adept upon Embrace. Therefore, those he chooses to support and patronize--like Aggie--are humans who show an aptitude beyond that of their peers, one which could be molded and shaped and tended to the uppermost extent to which they are capable; and then, if they continue to show promise, Embraced so as to allow them to exceed the limitations of humanity, accessing the ability to create what he thinks of as art--something divine, to which humanity can only aspire.

To this end, Aggie is something of a failure. His artistry, while technical perfection in practice, is far too human in its expression; while he is capable of singing without his technique being overshadowed by emotion, he doesn't typically care to. Rather than unlocking hidden ability and potential, being Embraced only served to further feed the infusion of raw emotion that Aggie pours into his music, now inspired by the distance he is forced to take from Alastair and Phillip in his new unlife and the impact that his experiences with his heightened senses have on his emotions.

DeVry has only sought approval for Progeny a handful of times in his long life; he is incredibly discerning in bestowing the gift he offers, and so despite Aggie not living up to his expectations post-Embrace, he still harbours a great deal of care and affection for the younger Kindred. Aggie, for his part, is giddy with the new sensations on offer, and thankful to DeVry for the privilege of experiencing them and the faith that DeVry has always shown in Aggie's ability. (Another commentary on Aggie's relationship with music and with DeVry is forthcoming.) So the two share a fairly genial, familial relationship; the core of their disagreements and conflicts tends to boil down to their individual natures. Where Aggie is loud and unabashed, and free with his affections, DeVry is reserved; where Aggie is messy, even sloppy, DeVry is fastidious; where Aggie has a tendency to be emotional, DeVry is cold. If they do have a conflict, it is often smoothed over by Aggie giving DeVry a private concert in which he brings all of his technical skill and expertise to bear, as though to remind DeVry, "This is why you Made me; this is why it was worth it." (Aggie's technical skill does, indeed, improve once his ear becomes more capable of hearing the finest distinctions between notes, and he no longer needs to worry about breathing to sustain himself while singing.)

DeVry has been married a few times, once as a human and twice after his own Embrace. His first wife was a ballerina; his obsession with the pursuit of perfection in art has its roots in the way that no other ballerina was ever able to compare to her talent and beauty after he lost her, and has since--over time, with the erosion of rational thought, and the loss of connection to his more human emotions--perverted itself. He is currently unmarried, has no mortal descendants, and Aggie is his only childer.

[harrison-abbott]

My uncle tried to make a Western film. He’d made movies before. He made a family drama film about a mother trying to raise a young child with a growth hormone disease … The child had a condition where he couldn’t grow tall like the other kids and they bullied him because of it. And she had to try and encourage him despite his disability.

 Then he made a film three years later about a retired policeman who covered up a murder in his official days. The ghost of the murdered man haunts him in his sleep; and then develops into hallucinations. The ex-cop starts to lose a grip of reality and he goes to a psychiatrist to talk about his issues. But of course he can’t tell the lady shrink exactly what happened … and makes up this elaborate lie to disguise the caustic truth.

 Both of these movies were reviewed by indie newspapers and showed at low key film festivals. Simply for a lack of budget.

 With his Western film my uncle vowed to up the notch on his artistry … expand his opus. He took out all kinds of dangerous loans in order to make it work. Set out to that Greatest of Countries to film it, right in the deserts of what were three hundred years back the very cornerstone of pistolsmoke mayhem caught in sandy dust, blood and glee.

 The Western film followed a man that’d had his face disfigured by a group of bandits when he was very young. Which fuelled in him a desire for revenge. He vowed, from that disastrous day, to avenge his slashed physique by hunting these men down and injuring them in similar ways. All his life he hasn’t been able to operate like regular people because of his disfigurement … and grows up with impossible rage and inability to forgive.

 And nine years later he ends up face to face with one of his attackers. The attacker does not even recognise him. He has the glaring chance to shoot him. But can’t go through with it.

 So he rides back to his hometown. Confused and feeling like a failure. He contemplates suicide. But doesn’t have the courage to persevere with that, either … And hits the bottles for months. He just cannot stop being drunk. And it’s not an abusive or abhorrent type of drunkenness … only plain suicidal.

 His little sister sees him in his state. The state that he’s gotten into … and she asks him to stop with the alcohol. Makes him vats of soup and brings him water and sits with him so that he won’t head out for beer. She saves him, in essence.

 That’s basically the film.

 It was panned critically and drowned at the box office and it kinda killed my Uncle’s confidence … This creative adventure that he’d planned his whole life. Nobody loved it.

 Some defeats are impossible to return from.

 My uncle was a nice, quiet, humble man. I never heard him say a mean word to somebody else … And his initial films were pretty good. In my small opinion. It’s just a shame what happened to him.

 Most critics are only that and not auteurs themselves or filmmakers or writers, anything. Because they’re not on the front line it’s easier for them to abuse and dictate.

[ask-rune-priest-ulfric]

Justifications

Bodies were scattered on burning pyres fashioned into effigies that would please the dark mother. Since the birth of the twins the muses had been increasing their attacks against both the forces of the blood god and these “Dawnbringer Crusades” that the godking sigmar hopes will re-civilize the realms. This now purged outpost was merely the latest example of Sigmar’s failures. The Children were spared, Ishabella never had it in her to harm the young. They had potential that could be harnessed. with the right training these young men and women could become great artisans in war. 

One of the slaangors brought the surviving general to face Ishabella and her court. The look of horror on the man's face said it all. The devastation, savagery, the... artistry. It was beautiful even if he could not see it. “This is your chance to join us general, your men fought hard and demonstrated great skill, we always desire for capable artists in our war against those who would stifle us.” The lord of pain; Alcibiadus inquired. “I would rather die than join you degenerates.” The old general defied. Silence fell over the court for a moment as they considered his statement. The foul purple skinned demon with a massive horn and braid then voiced the verdict. “Fine, we will not strip you of your right to choose your fate, so we shall allow our new followers and the never-born sculptures to make art with your body.”

Six Days past, for six days he bled and suffered as he begged for death, On the sixth day the leader of the warband confronted him, wielding a long glaive, she caressed the general with its edge. She was nearly twelve feet tall, long black hair kept back by an elaborate headpiece fell to her waist behind her, Purplish-Grey skin made her resemble these demons who cavorted around her, but she was still distinctly human, four arms each tipped with delicate looking hands with razor sharp nails played with the dangling jewelry that hanged from her clothing. She was clearly a woman going by her body but her androgenous face hinted towards her past. “Do you have any last requests before I give you a magnificent ending” She asked. Her deep amber eyes locked with the face of the dying general. 

He coughed up blood, his vision beginning to fade, he simply asked “Why?” 

Ishabella smiled, this was her favorite question, she began to speak her tale like the old oracles who once ruled her tribe.

“I was there when the worshippers of the blood god broke into my home and slaughtered all those who wouldn’t join them, we worshipped Sigmar like all good people did, but we were a tribe of storytellers and artists, not wanted by the Goretide. ‘Weak’ they called us as the killed my people, the few who tried to fight back did valiantly buying us time for some of us to escape. But then I saw the woman I loved whisked away in a flash of lightning When I tried to save her. I ran, what I lacked in strength I made up for in speed and cunning.”

“Eventually I found others like me, displaced by the Khorne and abandoned by Sigmar, we became each other's muses in our fight for survival, always striving to make more and better art. It’s not our fault that others don’t see our works for what they truly are. I strive to help bring others under my wing and bring out the greatest potential for all of them. Excess in the truest form in our art. The Dark Mother, Slaanesh remade me into a form that allows me to live how I want, be my truest self. Same for all those in my cavalcade. All my generals inspire each other to make art both on and off the field of battle. They are all beautiful and I love them for this. No one will be denied to chance to be excellent, not if I have to destroy all the forces that oppress and hinder us.” She sang her monologue with such passion that those who followed her cried from the sheer beauty of it.  Even in his death throws the old general finally understood this queen’s reasoning. His death was Justified. 

As the life slipped from the general, Ishabella caressed his cheek and gave him a small kiss on his forehead, as the body slumped lifeless. She heard the sound of thunder in the distance. Looking up She saw what most certainly a reinforcement of stormcast, she wondered if her once beloved was among its ranks. “Girls, it’s time for us to leave, while we may not be ready for them yet, we should at least leave a teaser of what lies in store for them” Ishabella commanded. And just like that The Misbegotten Muses vanished back into the desert sands of Aqshy, knowing soon that the sands shall be painted in the pigments of their oppressors. 

[inakanotori]

Releasing the abomination from yesterday to the world.

Referenced from this post.

Thought a little bit of hatching with red ink would be ok, but well. I regret not taking a photo before doing it ;-;

[dyloncaleb]

bonny - “to attractive or beautiful.”

babe, it’s not your personality or your touch that makes them a hideous human. it’s not the way you walk or the way you talk. it’s not the tears that only you see at night that makes them more vile. it’s who you are - it’s the beauty that you illuminate when the sun shines on your body. it’s the artistry that you create when you look in the mirror and your smile that makes birds sing ever so gallantly at your glamor of self-love. it’s their insecurity, their self-doubt because no one’s loved them the way you have. put your hand on your heart. do you feel that? you’re still alive. your attractive, your beauty, you are what makes those who are right for you gravitate towards you. it’s your smile, your humor, the way the stars align new friendships because oftentimes, friendships are better than relationships. bonny, a beautiful word to express fondness. do me a favor and self-reflect in the mirror and remind your inner-child who you are. because failure doesn’t exist with you. you’ve tried everything to help a dishonorable person love themselves. now it’s your turn. love you. LOVE YOU!

— Dylon Caleb

[ukbeautys-blog]

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3. State-of-the-Art Facilities:

Such an environment that helps in the development of personal skills as well as creative ones, makes it possible to more effectively conduct talent and creativity training. UK London Beauty School International has a modern structure that houses the most efficient machines, tools, products, and technology. Studying at the cosmetology school is not a routine like usual, but such skills gained are true to performing animal practising in a specially equipped theatrical makeup studio and theoretical classes in classrooms are designed to make students participate more in all processes of make-up like real experts.

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[nintendouniverse2023]

The following progressive of My Batman AU resembles some new origin stories and new accomplishments between the DC Universe.

Bio: Here in Gotham City, for as long as can be remembered, it has been a city of crime and corruption. The Criminal Underworld, Street thugs and Murderers overwelbed the peace everywhere leaving the innocent helpless to stop them. The most loyal of the Underworld are the Falconies and Maronies. When Billionaires the Waynes showed up trying to keep the peace together with their family company Wayne Enterprises along with the help of family friends Alfred Pennyworth, Lucius Fox and Dr Lesile Tomkins. Dr Thomas Wayne, skilled surgeon and philanthropist, who is determon to do what he can to keep the city safer. Martha Kane was a kind gentle soul born with a wealthy family. Thomas and Martha fell in love, got married and gave birth to a son, Bruce Wayne. When he was 6, Thomas Wayne decided to run for mayor. After witch, they decided to turn Wayne Manor into an Orphanage as a Gotham Renewal Fund and Move to Wayne Enterprises, we’re the Penthouse is. Bruce fells real bummed about this and wish they could they here. 2 years later, Bruce and his parents were walking out of the movie theater, Thomas said they would take a short cut to the car, only to be lead to Crime Alley. Through the dark alley, come across a thug with a gun, demanding Martha’s pearls. Thomas tries to protect Martha only to be both of them being shot and the thug takes the necklace. Bruce just traumatized and stood there watching his parents' deaths in front of him. Thug then points the gun on his head with a smirk on his face saying “What’s the matter, Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.” The thug disappears, sparing the boy, who was nowhere to be found by the police. In the GCPD, Alfred picked up Bruce knowing what happened and stays to be Bruce's guardian. After the funeral at night, Bruce swore to his parents to avenge their deaths by spending the rest of his life dismantling all criminals.

When Bruce is 13, he discovered the Wayne Terminus train station that was located underneath Wayne Enterprises. Study about Martial Arts, Criminal Law, Chemistry, criminal psychology, Invention, computers, disguise, acrobatics, weapons, marksmanship, escape artistry from stage magician and family friend Giovanni Zatara, Combat from Ted Grant/Wildcat and detective skills from Henri Ducard. After Turning 18, Bruce would go out for a journey to learn from the masters. After months of Journey, Bruce went to North Africa, where he discovered a mysterious secret Erupoe ninjutsu under from Ra’s Al Ghul. Learning other types of Ninjusu against the other student, he became good allie named Bronze Tiger. He was later trained by others members of the League like: David Cain, Slade Willson, Onyx, Hook, Thomas Blake, Ubu and Merlyn During that time he met with Talia Al Ghul, they got along at first until they began to have a secret romantic relationship. 4 years When Bruce got this far and now he has to face off one is Lady Shiva. Whoever stands last, will have to take off the head of the failure to earn the rightful place as his rightful successor. Bruce learning about the League's true colors, he has to win this one. They fought with destiny, proudly focus and honor. Eventually Bruce won the final fight. Ra’s other Bruce his sword and begins the final blow on Shiva. Bruce throws Ra’s sword to Ra’s chest and makes a run for it carrying Shiva as the League chases after the traitor. Along the chase, swordsmen and arrow shooters attacked him. Bronze knows about this, so instead of stopping Bruce, he told him to go and sacrifice himself so Bruce and Lady Shiva can live. When Bruce takes Lady Shiva to her home, she asks why he save her. He said “When I was young, a dark city took my family away. But I decided to strike back leaving no more innocents to die, that’s why I come here to extirpate my emotions to make the light to others.” After dissuasion for a while while her 3-year old daughter Cassandra Cain comes home, Bruce left North Africa as Ra’s Al Ghul swore revenge and a pregnant Talia heartbroken.

Bruce Wayne, age of 22 returns to Gotham City and becomes the CEO of his family’s company, learning the same time Captain James Gordon has been transferred here to GCPD with his family. When Alfred explains to Bruce things gone wrong in the scene in which Dr Death came to Gotham, he needs to become a symbol of Justice to strike fear into criminals. He started out as an unknown vigilante for a while but that didn’t scare them. He was gonna cancel it when he dated Andria Belmont. It ended at the last minute when the mob was after her and her father. This leads Bruce over the edge, he goes to the Wayne Terminus as the same place he found as a number of Bats that live here now and turn it into a headquarters. Using custom items from the Enterprises for it along with other things and future development. Alfred and Lucius agree to keep that a secret. Now Bruce becomes what he has been training to do, starting a war against the criminal underworld, Batman! On Batman's first year of Crime Fighting, He began to take one the Gotham Underworld and Not Long soon after Lead to many clashes with Karl Helfren aka Dr Death. During that time he continued striking fear into criminals, First encountered The Penguin, Black Mask, The Riddler and Mr Freeze, Gain trust to the GCPD, Force Salvatore Valestra and his Gang to split up after Dr Death pushed Red Hood into a vat of chemicals and They form a truce alongside with the cops who aren’t corrupted, agreement to defeat the Dr Deaths criminal underworld once and for all. After Batman successfully brought down Dr Death and his empire, Batman ended up facing the insane giggling killer to use and destroy whats left of the empire and turn Gotham into his own image, The Joker!

Since then more and more costumed criminals had appeared to challenge the Dark Knight, some who even come from across the world or had lived for centuries. Some cases even both Though his mission was getting tougher and tougher, Bruce would be grateful that he would not be alone and did have allies. From Alfred, to young ward Dick Grayson who had also lost his parents and becomes Robin, The Justice League with The help of Superman, Barbra Gordon a technical hacker as Batgirl, family friend Leslie Thompkins, business manager of Wayne Enterprise Lucius Fox, and even the new and improved GCPD all led by new Police Commissioner James Gordon. Batman would not rest until the city was officially safe.

Appearance: A mini beard, His suit was a black and gray all over the armor, Ninja Gurntlets have tech and the cowl has some drastic white movesets.

Voice Actor: Jensen Ackles

Age: 27

Height: 6.2 incs

Weight:210 ibs

Personality: Chilled and Supportive *As Bruce Wayne* Serious, Vengeful, Supportive, Smart, Aggressive, Strict and Determined *As Batman*

Favorite Foods: Lobster

Family: Thomas and Martha Wayne *Deceased*, Alfred Pennyworth *Adopted Father* and Dick Grayson/Robin *Adopted Son*

Allies: Lucius Fox, Dr Lesile Tomkins, Commissioner James Gordon and The GCPD, Barbara Gordon/Batgirl, The Justice League and Selina Kyle/Catwoman *Sometime*

Enemies: The Joker *Arch Nemesis*, Dr Death *Former Arch Nemesis*, Ra’s Al Ghul *Former Teacher* Talia Al Ghul, Asians, League of Assassins, Gotham Thugs, The Gotham Gangs, Mob Bosses and Lower Low and Medium Rouges, Lady Shiva *Sometimes*, Clayface, The Penguin, Mad Hatter, Ventriloquist and Scarface, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, The Riddler, The Calendar Man, Firefly, Killer Moth, Black Mask, Two-Face *Former Friend*, Mr Freeze, The Scarecrow, Solomon Grundy, Man-Bat, Killer Croc, Great White Shark, Zsasz, King Tut, Egghead and Kite-Man *Sometimes*

Likes: Training, The Gazette, Getting into a tangle with Catwoman, Out Smarting his foes and Being a family man

Dislikes: Worrying to much, Crime Bosses getting out of prison that easy *Mostly The Penguin*, Villains managing to escape *Mostly The Joker from Capture or Arkham*, His plan not going to plan, The memory of his tragic life and The horrors he have to deal with Dr Death in Batman’s first year.

[gloriabomfim]

Certainly! Here's a transcript of 10 montages depicting Blob's attempts to help Bumpy using his slime powers but encountering comical failures:

Montage 1: "Blob's Gooey Guffaws" [Scene: Bumpy is trying to cross a puddle.]

Bumpy: "I don't want to get wet."

[Blob tries to create a slime bridge but makes it too slippery.]

Blob: "I've got this!"

[Bumpy slips and ends up in the puddle.]

Bumpy: "Not quite what I had in mind."

Montage 2: "Slippery Situation" [Scene: Bumpy needs a grip to climb a tree.]

Bumpy: "Help me climb this tree."

[Blob coats the tree with slime.]

Blob: "This should do the trick!"

[Bumpy slides down the tree trunk.]

Bumpy: "I'm going down, not up!"

Montage 3: "Blob's Sticky Snafu" [Scene: Bumpy has a stack of books to carry.]

Bumpy: "I need help carrying these."

[Blob tries to create a slime book carrier.]

Blob: "I've got a solution!"

[Slime carrier oozes, and books fall.]

Bumpy: "My books! Not the best idea."

Montage 4: "Squishy Squeeze" [Scene: Bumpy wants to fit through a tight space.]

Bumpy: "I need to squeeze through there."

[Blob tries to make Bumpy slimy and flexible.]

Blob: "You'll slide right through!"

[Bumpy gets stuck halfway.]

Bumpy: "I'm stuck! Not what I had in mind."

Montage 5: "Blob's Bouncing Blunder" [Scene: Bumpy needs to jump across a gap.]

Bumpy: "I need to make this jump."

[Blob turns Bumpy into a bouncing ball of slime.]

Blob: "Bounce your way across!"

[Bumpy bounces uncontrollably and misses the jump.]

Bumpy: "I'm airborne, but in the wrong direction!"

Montage 6: "Sloppy Artistry" [Scene: Bumpy wants to paint a picture.]

Bumpy: "Help me with my painting."

[Blob offers a slimy paintbrush.]

Blob: "Here's a special brush!"

[Bumpy's painting becomes a messy blob.]

Bumpy: "I wanted a masterpiece, not modern art."

Montage 7: "Blob's Overload" [Scene: Bumpy is trying to repair a leaky pipe.]

Bumpy: "I need to fix this pipe."

[Blob tries to seal the pipe with slime.]

Blob: "I've got a watertight solution!"

[Pipe bursts, spraying water everywhere.]

Bumpy: "I think we made it worse!"

Montage 8: "Sticky Slip-Up" [Scene: Bumpy needs to climb a ladder.]

Bumpy: "Help me reach the top."

[Blob creates a slime ladder.]

Blob: "Climb away!"

[Ladder collapses into a pile of slime.]

Bumpy: "I'm down, not up!"

Montage 9: "Slippery Sled" [Scene: Bumpy wants to sled down a hill.]

Bumpy: "Let's go sledding!"

[Blob makes a slime sled.]

Blob: "Hop on!"

[Sled slides uncontrollably, crashes into a snowbank.]

Bumpy: "That was more of a crash than a slide!"

Montage 10: "Blob's Slipstream" [Scene: Bumpy is trying to catch a ball.]

Bumpy: "Toss me the ball!"

[Blob creates a slime hand to catch the ball.]

Blob: "I've got it!"

[Slime hand misses the ball completely.]

Bumpy: "Guess we need some practice."

And there you have it, a series of comical montages showing Blob's failed attempts to help Bumpy with his slime powers.