#various skills

[turtleblogatlast]

Something I like about Leo is that he’s honestly really chill? It’s easy to remember the moments where he’s being obnoxious or excitable but I feel like most of the time he’s incredibly “go with the flow” and has an overall affable demeanor.

[fluentisonus]

guy who spends way too much time thinking about the 18th & 19th centuries trying to brainstorm career paths: what if I became a sail maker

[starkittnd93]

okay maybe it took me like 3 hours to draw something based off of this post instead of 1

but. In my defense, I took a little detour…

[chodzacaparodia]

Blue Lock Birthday Cards

because someone will definitely have a birthday someday

Link Click Birthday Cards

Haikyuu!! Birthday Cards

[writeouswriter]

The sheer fucking disrespect for comedy as a genre is genuinely sinister, to believe something can't have deeper meaning or passion and effort behind it just because it's deemed silly and stupid or grotesque, to believe acting skill has no worth unless it's in the context of drama, to pretend it's an isolated and lesser subset of media that can't possibly deserve recognition in awards or hold important weight in anyone's mind or overlap with the tragic or profound...

People will eat you alive and say why do you care so much, it's just a stupid comedy show, it's just a silly movie, book, play. But why does it have to just be anything? The world is so complex, art is so complex, and many seem to forget comedy is a form of art just as much as anything else, with artists who love and put everything they've got into their craft, and with audiences who will see every loving brushstroke and be changed by that art, too. And sometimes maybe it IS silly, but that doesn't negate it from being a million other things, too. And yeah, maybe there are exceptions to some extent, maybe there is immeasurable nuance, but same goes for every other genre and artform.

[ardentpoop]

so real @normalbrothershow

[tinylittlecubby]

Romance is often very dehumanizing,personally.

Being hyper dependent on someone (as if you have no autonomy)

The idea that it is what 'makes you human' which is dangerous for all kinds of reasons and is the most literal display of the dehumanization.

I am not someone's purpose as I am 1 person. No more, no less. Sure I cant be replaced, but that kind of pressure literally leads to people losing their lives due to abuse. A purpose can not be a person inherently.

The idea that my whole world exists in my lovers arms sounds like a cage with 2 bars.

[jakeperalta]

looking for writing based jobs and instead finding a hundred AI training/editing jobs

[zylphiacrowley]

I desperately need to know the lore of his heartbreak with his first love (pls? <3)

Despite me not writing hardly at all anymore, I do happen to have a sort of half stream-of-consciousness half narrative thing that I wrote about this exact subject from a while ago. I'm going to put it under a cut though because I get super self-conscious about my writing and also it's like... kind of long? (Also ty for allowing me to lore-dump ♡)

Four summers had passed since he left his tribe's lands as X'vahl wandered the area putting the survival skills his father had taught him to good use. One day he made camp alongside a river, intending to only stay there for a short while. A few days later he woke to a spear aimed at his throat and a young miqo'te woman on the other end of it. She informed him he was on her people's land, and he needed to leave or she would kill him. Being only 18 summers old he told her that she was beautiful, and he would be happy to die by her hand. This, by some divine providence, did not get him murdered on the spot. Instead, she laid down her spear, perhaps out of pity, and introduced herself as M'likki Trais, a daughter of the M tribe. X'vahl was instantly smitten with her and before she left, asked if she would visit him again. She told him no.

      Two days later, M'likki returned. She claimed it was to see if he had left, but in truth, she found him fascinating. He found her beautiful. She returned the next day, and he made her dinner from the fish he caught earlier that morning. She returned the day after that, and he played her a song he had overheard a traveler singing on his own journey. She soon found herself enjoying her time with him. She enjoyed her time with him so much she spent the night with him. Then she spent another night with him. Each morning she'd return home, only to find her way back to his camp around sundown. He told her he was falling in love with her, she said she thought she might feel the same.

      One evening M'likki didn't return to his camp at sundown. He began to worry if he had done something wrong. She didn't return the next evening either. He began to worry if something had happened to her. Finally after a month had passed, she returned. She looked exhausted. Worried, he asked what happened. She hesitated before telling him she was with child… his child. It was as if everything in the world came to a sudden stop upon hearing this news. Unexpected, but not unwelcome, X'vahl came crashing back to reality, he was overjoyed to hear the news and he told her as much. She did not tell him she was terrified. She did not stay the night that night. She did, however return the next day. She told him she had a plan. She would lay with her tribe's Nuhn so as not to arouse suspicion when she started showing. X'vahl did not like this plan, but M'likki told him that after she gave birth they could go away together. She did not want to have this child without the aid of the tribe, and more importantly, her mother and sisters, during childbirth. Reluctantly, X'vahl agreed. Over the next several months her visits to his camp became unpredictable. X'vahl assumed that the tribe was looking after her as it was probably getting harder for her to hunt now. Though every time she did return he grew more and more excited at the idea that he was going to be a father.

      After a period of a couple weeks of M'likki not visiting she returned and with her she had two infants in her arms. She had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl. She told X'vahl she had given their son the name M'raiel and their daughter M'vahren. She let him hold his children. He felt his heart overflowing with joy. The bond was instantaneous. Their ears and tails were so small and they had his eyes. M'likki left the next morning, taking their children with her. He did not know it but he would not get to see them again.

      It was several weeks before she returned to his camp again alone this time. She looked terrified and would not meet his eyes. She struggled to tell him that she wouldn't go away with him. That she would stay with her tribe and raise their children with their help. X'vahl felt his whole world come grinding to a halt a second time at her words. Everything went quiet. The sound of the river drowned to silence by the deafening sinking feeling in his heart. When he regained enough of his senses he looked at her looking at him. She was scared of him. She was scared of what he would do next. He felt another stab at his heart seeing the fear in her eyes directed at him. He quietly assured her he could never do anything to hurt her. He told her if she looked for him tomorrow, she would not find him. He asked if she would tell their children about him. She quietly told him she wouldn't. She told him for their safety and his, she couldn't. After M'likki returned to her tribe that night X'vahl packed all his things and left.

[northern-passage]

Hope you don’t mind this question but how did you get into writing

mostly by reading!

i was one of those kids that read nonstop up until college, and i started writing mostly due to the books i was reading. i started out roleplaying various stuff at an age that was certainly too young to be on the internet at the time, and then in high school i had a close friend that was both my reading and writing buddy, and we would occasionally write stuff together in a shared fantasy world we created. in college i kinda lost a lot of my motivation for that stuff and didn't read or write for a really long time except for picking up the occasional book here or there.

i started a job back in 2020 where i was living full time off the grid with no internet & i started writing again for lack of anything else to do (and the environment was pretty inspiring). and then when i lost that job & had to get a worse, shittier job during covid i got really into visual novels which i had played a lot previously, and then from there i slowly got into text-based games and IF. and then i started writing more because i wanted to play a type of fantasy game that i couldn't find so i decided to make it myself lmao. and i know there are a lot of people that had a similar motivation in 2020 due to covid and IF was really popular then with people either in lockdown or people like me who were "essential workers" trying to find something to distract ourselves with. since then i've written a lot, from various short text-based games to unpublished stuff behind the scenes and of course the first 3 chapters of tnp.

[3liza]

this isn't a criticism but it genuinely fucking stuns me every day when i find out most people don't go about their lives with the certainty and the assumption (borne of experience and observation) that a lot of people simply do not like you and there's nothing you can do about it

that reduces you to continually being surprised every time you find out once again that you have rubbed someone the wrong way. even mild criticism or social rejection will send you into a spiral. how many times does that happen before you stop being surprised? for me it was like age 17 probably?

[akkivee]

still one of my favourite bat interactions lmao kuukou treating jyushi gently and then teasingly threatening hitoya with ✨murder✨

[aurosoulart]

sometimes I get NFTbros trying to get me to sell my work as crypto bullshit and NOTHING shuts them up faster than me saying

‘oh actually literally all my AR art is published under public domain! no single person can own it because technically it’s owned by everyone :))’

they hate not being able to manufacture artificial scarcity

[tibli]

people really act like johndirk murdered their entire family or smth

[hidey-writes]

wip wednesday

In the drifting silence of his empty apartment, Shen Wei presses the door shut, turns the lock. And then, like his body was waiting until he was alone, his legs give out. Shen Wei tips/topples against/into the wall, sinks down to sitting on the front mat/in the entryway. He sits there for a long time, curled into himself with his arms around his knees. The whole time, his body braced for the sound of Zhao Yunlan’s door opening, the sound of footsteps crossing the hall. Waiting, again, for Kunlun to return to him.  But no sound comes from outside his door. At last, Shen Wei tips his head back against the wall, lets out a soft, streaming sigh. The sound trembles in the still air. It’s the closest he’s come to crying in years, that he can remember.

from the up draft of the answer fic. im cutting it veryyyyyy close to the deadline this time ahahaha (nervous!) but the writing is going relatively smoothly (knocks on wood) and i think it'll turn out pretty delicious!!