#which on tumblr. is pretty much all their posts

[lilarus]

So I meant to post this not last year, but the mfking year before that. This is from tesfest 2023 and I'm actually so fricken annoyed I forgot to post it way back when.

Any rambling that doesn't make sense, ignore it. This shit was supposed to be posted how long ago with other accompanying pieces... and yes the sword is detachable :)

#tesfest23 day 7!

FINALLY

Prompt: profane or sword

And with this I'm FINALLY done with the tesfest stuff!! I do wish I could have prepared this all in advance so that it'd be in time with tesfest but it uhh be like that.

Progress and more rambling below

Progress pics

This is kinda my fave piece ngl. Just. All parts of this came together so nicely for this piece so well. Considering making the sword into a book mark bc it's so pretty :3c

Mini OC (x Miraak) lore for tumblr

The idea behind this piece is that my Miraak had plenty of clothing options available, especially because he was with Sirestia while in the cult. Sirestia was the "master forger" who made all of the masks once they'd learnt the ropes and took over that task. Miraak's initial mask looked like the tusked mask from ESO, made for him by Sires so ig they can be blamed for the pussy mouth that just gets exacerbated by Miraak's time in Apocrypha...

I had so much fun just making all of these. It really tested my art progression (like how long I take in the process) and output. It also helped in my alcohol marker art. Like, A LOT. Next stop is color pencil and more digi art. Both of which I have wips sitting there looking pretty batting their eyelashes at me. Also not the music I listen to hitting me with the steel chair about two pieces I need to finish (for one) and start (for the other).

[dreamsy990]

YAY I GOT THIS DONE ON HIS BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAJIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU RUINED MY LIFE AND ALSO MAYBE SAVED MY LIFE. WHO THE FUCK KNOWS I DO LIKE YOU A LOT THOUGH

[mallowmaenad]

TLDR; All signs point to this being fat kink content and shaming/failed weight loss is a common trope in that scene and the bogus health info is part of this/the result of it being an afterthought. A lot of fat people have been embracing the fetish scene online and that group probably wouldn't be offended by this coming from a low brow harem anime. I think the manga art looks great but I like that they made the characters fatter in the anime as someone who's into this stuff and also as a fat individual who far outweighed elfuda for most of the manga.

so like, I'm pretty sure in all but being explicitly stated, Plus Size Elf is meant to be fat fetish content, a lot of the story beats are mainstays in such kink material (miraculously winning a lifetime supply of your favorite food, clothes spontaneously ripping, being cursed to stuff your face or get fatter, etc.,) and a trope that the series focuses on is failing to lose weight and relapsing on a diet or exercise routine and gaining it all back. Just a day after taking a break from her diet and eating fries as a treat Elfuda miraculously undoes all of her progress, sure this displays things like shaming the cast for their bodies and lack of self control but if you wander into any corner of the fat kink sphere (which knowing myself you've already dipped your toes into) a lot of people find this hot as fuck. There is endless amounts of content catering to this where characters in art pieces will comment on and tease the subject for their obesity or recent weight gain, and even gainers themselves find themselves turned on by these otherwise negative comments. It's not dissimilar from girls getting called dumbass, floozy, slut, whore, or airhead in bimbofication porn.

The "health occult nonsense" I think is partially the way it is because despite weight loss being an element of the story and the goals of the characters, it is not the intended focus. We don't actually care about how much meth Walter White is selling in Breaking Bad and by comparison the viewer is not meant to pay attention to the exercises and other health practices the characters are participating in and they abandon the whole post-episode workout advice thing pretty quickly. I'd even go far as to say that the health side of the show is purposefully written to be ineffective. (Though I will at least say, swimming is good exercise for heavyweight individuals as it puts less stress on the joints than things like jogging)

So like, I guess in its nature as fetish content, Plus Size Elf is inherently objectifying, it's certainly not deep or well-written, remove the fat and health elements and its a very flat monster girl harem anime. Something in its favor though, is as of late a lot of plus size people and allies, especially on tumblr, have been embracing sexualization and kink content as it subverts fatphobic expectations and depicts fat bodies as desirable.

I do personally think the art in the manga looks better in the anime but I like the anime a lot because if you compare a lot of characters side-by-side to their anime and manga designs, for the most part they're far fatter in the anime. I remember getting into the manga and telling my friends "Plus size elf my ass, I'm like twice her size."

i know its literally the fat fetish ecchi but i think Plus Size Elf might be the most body diverse anime cast ive ever seen

[velvetvexations]

I’m. So baffled by that one dude saying that trans men being able to pretend to be women is a privilege, because in his tags he says that it’s a thing specific to transmascs. Does he mean pretending to be cis as a means of safety is a transmasc specific thing?? Because uh, I’m… pretty sure that’s something that can be done regardless of a trans person’s gender? There are transfems and nonbinary people who can also pretend to be cis [whatever their agab was], too?

Its also not a privilege. Having to hide what you are out of fear isn’t a fucking privilege lmao

strangely people understand that when it's about trans women

just saw a post on my dash saying "'infighting' is a dogwhistle which frames transfems as aggressors". i really hope the tide is turning like you said, bc this shit is getting exhausting and im still seeing it from random people i follow who otherwise gave no indication that they drank the koolaid.

they make me out to be the aggressor all the time!

Nazi imagery anon here

These are the pics I was referring to.

As you can see it’s posted on the verified border security account and you can see two different nazi symbols on him :(

yeah it looks like standards for what they allow soldiers to adorn themselves with are low and the person taking and posting the pics aren't paying good enough attention because that guy also straight up has a naked anime bitch on his knife sheath

as I said this is an individual thing and they need to start knocking their heads together like the Three Stooges and sending them into trenches first

You know who saying that th**fab is actually a storied term that trans fems have been using to identify transmisogonists is fucking insane like girl that's such obvious lie give us nothing

they aren't even trying

It’s crazy how almost every other day on this site I see a new post with like 50k notes talking about how absolutely NOBODY deserves to be harassed, sent death threats or be put on blast yet once again I’m seeing people trying to justify the harassment of another transmasc teenager. Honestly people should just start openly admitting Tumblr is becoming increasingly hostile towards trans masculine individuals, I don’t see clownery on this level on any other platform-

Tumblr...is really bad.

I think the reason why this whole headcanons discourse bothers me so much is that is really is just fuelled by petty spite. Like all these characters are cisgender in canon. We make headcanons because it’s FUN to expand on characters in ways that reflect our different life experiences in whatever form that may take. Intentionally going after transmascs, especially young transmascs, for doing this with characters like they like and accusing them of all these different things genuinely does just feel like bigotry. Who cares if a head canon may not make the most amount of sense? It’s a cisgender fictional character we’re playing around with! Why does it have to be some grand act of activism to say blorbo number 3 is transmasc? We have much bigger fish to fry here.

exactly it's such dedication to not letting anyone else have anything

So sick of people acting like trans men are the same as cis men under the patriarchy and moreso im really sick of the "you're privileged to not be surrounded by men". Like, for lack of better phrasing, saying that about a group of people that is generally perceived as "failure women" pre transition (and sometimes during and post) is a little tone deaf. All about acknowledging how women and people perceived as women are harmed by misogyny until the ones perceived are men. Gender essentialism is ugly and tasteless and nonsensical. Please feel free to delete this im just rambling without a point

rambling is okay anon <3

„wow ur so privileged to not fear men”

i fear the fucking everyone asshole, i just realized that isnt everyone elses fault so i should still treat them with respect !!!!!

that woman called me a "self-hating doll" and I hate the second part a lot more than the first

[astraystayyh]

sahar’s 2024 fic wrapped!

𐙚 here’s a summary of all the fics i’ve posted in 2024!! + 2024’s masterlist! 𐙚

𐙚 first fic: kicked off the year strong with a drabble on hyune’s burgundy hair on jan 5th!!!!!!!! need to do the same for his buzzcut 🤭

𐙚 last fic: ended the year with a hyune one-shot, that is la déchirure- very proud of it :,)

𐙚 number of fics written: 21! including 11 drabbles and nine one-shots and one (incomplete) series. i’m very proud of myself actually :,) i didn’t write as much as my first tumblr year but i’m pleased with the quality of the longer fics i put out ☺️

𐙚 longest fic: la déchirure with 21.8k words. my little beast.. i’m slowly getting more comfortable putting out longer fics:,)

𐙚 favorite fic: my top 3 are: la déchirure, this work allowed me to explore themes of grief and how it comes in different shades and impacts our hearts differently. i loved my writing in it, i loved how easy it was for me to think of metaphors (which is my favorite thing about writing hehe) and i loved that many ex-ballerinas found my fic :,) then, the prophecy, this fic has so much of me in it and i need to finish it in 2025. i care for the characters as if they are real people, perhaps because i know what i’ll put them through 😭 but angel!yongbok is so dear to me. i love the storyline and i love the plot twists i have in mind too hehe. finally, starry night. i loved how this fic allowed me to explore vincent vang gogh’s beautiful paintings. i shared my interpretations of art through hyune and it was very very very fun to research and write that fic (thanks again to the person who commissioned me 🥹)

𐙚 most popular fic: pieces of you!!! (and it’s actually my most popular fic ever HELLO!!!) i actually didn’t expect that fic to get *this* much love but i must have underestimated the popularity of dad!chan 😭 i definitely have a soft spot for that channie, mc and sowon. i had a lot of fun brainstorming the fic with my dear xian so i’m so happy you guys enjoyed it as well :,))) MORE CHANNIE FICS TO COME!!!!

𐙚 most challenging fic: i’d say it’s an eye for an eye. it was my first time writing a fic that was more action/intrigue based and that span only over one day. but it got a lot of lovely feedback so that makes me super happy :,)

𐙚 most written about member: HYUNEEE!!! (who’s surprised? 😭) with 9 fics in total!!!! my actual muse. followed by lixie with 3 fics. minho, channie and binnie with two. and seungmin, hannie and innie with one. I NEEED TO WRITE MOREEEE FOR ALL OF THEM.

💓 anyways, here is my complete 2024 masterlist!!! thank wyou for reading me 🥹

i. your reaction to hyunjin’s new short purple hair.

ii. you apply lipgloss to felix except it takes on an emotional turn because he’s too pretty.

iii. please fall before i fall. (jeongin x reader)

iv. pieces of you. (chan x reader)

v. seungmin thinks you’re the prettiest at your most ordinary.

vi. valentine’s day with hyune.

vii. thunderstorm comfort with minho.

viii. burning in the winter wind. (changbin x reader)

ix. red lollipop. (felix x reader)

x. the snow falls we fall apart. (hyunjin x reader)

xi. breathe. (hyunjin x reader)

xii. inhale, exhale. (hyunjin x reader)

xiii. anxiety comfort with channie.

xiv. when you and hannie remember your (enemies) past.

xv. in which u are dating binnie and jeongin (ur younger bother) finds u kissing.

xvi. the prophecy. (felix x reader)

xvii. starry night. (hyunjin x reader)

xviii. sounds of hyunjin. (hyunjin x reader)

xix. a million little stars. (minho x reader)

xx. an eye for an eye. (hyunjin x reader)

xxi. la déchirure. (hyunjin x reader)

[maikelfist]

I had hoped I could avoid getting involved in the discourse that this show seems to attract, but since it came to me I might as well explain myself.

I'm not American. This show isn't a big thing where I'm from and I didn't even know it existed before I learned through tumblr osmosis that a fan-favorite character was made bisexual. At first, I was like, hey nice, but didn't really get involved since I'm not a fan of these types of Grey's Anatomy-esque shows that are endless and written by a revolving door of writers. They're just too all over the place for my taste. But more stuff with Buck and Tommy ended up on my dash which raised my interest a bit.

After decades of experiencing queerbaiting in other shows, Buck's bisexuality feels like a balm on the soul. I'm gonna be very frank here, the resolved queerbaiting is the only reason I'm currently participating in this fandom. It's the first time I've witnessed something like that and I feel like I'm allowed to indulge a little bit. I'm focusing on Tommy because he's the character that made it happen. I woul equally focus on Tommy if he was a man of color. Hell, I'd be even happier about it. I'm using these two to heal my bi little heart. It's pretty unfortunate that a moment that should be joyful and gratifying comes with so much baggage, but that's fandom I guess.

I'm not interested in the rest of this show, not because the other characters are female or POC. The rest of the show just isn't my cup of tea and the fandom as a whole doesn't seem particularly inviting. (When I learned about the whole Tevan vs Buddie war bullshit my first instinct was to read threesome fics with them. Again, I'm here because I'm bi and horny, not because I have deep feelings for this show)

That being said, I very deliberately used the word heartbreaking for Chimney in particular because I know the focus here is on him. Like, I actively made sure to mention him and the mistreatment he faces because I know that outside of fandom and shipping wars, his story is more important. Believe it or not, when it comes to personal experiences I have a lot more similarities with Chimney and Hen than with Tommy. But I have other characters that help me with my wounds regarding sexism and xenophobia. In this fandom, I'm just a temporary visitor leaning my head through the door and saying hi while current events are still fresh.

I couldn't give less of a shit about 9-1-1 discourse. I'm just here to have a good time, not to hurt anyone. But I do find it quite hurtful that sharing a little video about a side character makes a stranger on the internet insinuate that everyone who enjoys said character is racist, sexist and ignorant. I don't have the time to write an essay on major social issues every time I make a silly little tumblr post. Life would be a lot easier for everyone if people would get over the impulse to read everything in bad faith.

PS: From the stuff I watched outside of Buck and Tommy I did come to the conclusion that Athena is bae. Hope that helps.

This scene stood out to me when watching the Tommy episodes. The way Tommy stutters his reply, how intimidated he is by Gerrard (Chimney being mistreated is obviously also heartbreaking). Even before Tommy had a change of heart regarding his behavior, it's clear how uncomfortable he is around Gerrard while still seeking his approval, how he doesn't like being in the boys' club despite trying his best to be a part of it. Tommy wasn't brave enough to stand up to Gerrard for himself, but doing it for Hen likely made up for years of abuse he had to endure

[uselessbard1031]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns (Ambessa X Black Rose Spy! Reader C1)

Trying a new thing where I cross post on Tumblr and Ao3. (Ao3 link at end)

C1:

Everyone is sleeping with someone and beds can bury many secrets under the covers. Secrets like the Demacian lover of a famed Noxian assassin. Secrets like the Trifarix takeover of Grand General Darkwill. Secrets like the Crimson Circle’s leader planning another coup. These secrets stick to the thorns of those special redolent rose colored lovers tangled up in the sheets with generals, captains, and house heads. Those lovers whose special magics put the guile in beguiling. 

Your job is a florist -- a host handing out roses and collecting the pricked off secrets those roses gathered. A job you do well. Not every flower at your shop is a rose. No. There are delusional daisies and desperate daffodils. There are illusions of irises and professional pansies. But those are all a cover for the sweet pollen of your roses. Rose roots, as most know, are everywhere once they're planted. They sap the nutrients from every other flower nearby -- they have the power to consume. To consume secrets of the rest of the garden. 

One day about a month ago a daisy had earned the affections of a general so much so that she had begun buzzing about her life like a little pollinator. The rumors stuck to the rose roots within your brothel and thus came to you. You saw to it that the general’s lover was upgraded to a rose still suiting of her tastes. The daisy, you had said, was bought by someone looking for a bouquet in their home. The general had not minded in the slightest which was no surprise. If she'd have genuinely cared about losing the flower, you would have simply spliced the daisy in with a rose, given it thorns, and kept it pricking. Instead, your mother has taken it and all of its intel too. 

So now, for a month, a rose has been sticking into those secret filled covers. A rose who is very good at his job. A rose who is…marching towards you with a bruise beneath his gold-lidded eye and a fuming gaze?

“What's happened?” You ask, quirking a brow.

“I'm done,” he snaps, his voice as pretty as his feminine face. 

“No you're not. Where's the client?”

“In my room. Wants someone else.” He looks down the hall of doors and rooms before leaning in to you. “I pressed about the son, like you said. She wants nothing to do with me now. I'm burned.”

“And bruised. Go get some ice.”

He storms off to nurse his wound and you bite your lip, scanning through your mental inventory. All of your research says he's her perfect type. Skinny. Benign. Docile. Pretty. Your other effeminate male rose is currently assigned elsewhere. Though if she comes another day, he may do. You know she likes women as well. Ones with strength. No. Power. Weapons of women and flowers of men. But muscles alone won't do. You have many talented mages, sure. Perhaps one of them could peak her interest. But none of them have what she truly craves in a female lover -- someone with superiority -- someone chosen -- someone capable, with control and, well, power. Someone like…

You glance back at her room. It's an idea, but is it one you're willing to dedicate to? You grin, imagining how your mother will react to the news. She'll be amused more than anything. Impressed, you think. Proud. Guile means more to her than pride so to sell yourself as a flower, as a rose, someone so unobtainable that the general will feel oh so special to have you. Yes. You'll earn your mother's pride for this clever little play. 

You switch the sign on the front door to closed and head back to the retired rose’s room. With a breath of confidence, you knock, a smile glazing over your lips already. 

“Enter,” a voice like broken glass on a gravel path orders from the other side.

You open the door, heading inside but paying her no mind. Not yet. Something small first, a show of your magical power to aid your social power. You twist your hand absentmindedly around a healthy pothos hanging from a ceiling hook. A shadow creeps down its long vines, blazing a trail of withered brown and fallen crinkled leaves behind it until it slithers all the way to the new growth at the tip. 

“You've given one of my top earners a black eye,” you say, still not facing her.

“Your whore ,” she growls the word, “was testing my patience and good nature. I pay for pleasure, not for interrogation.”

“He's chatty.”

“I don't care for chatty.”

“Your last lover was chatty.” You toss her a look over your shoulder. Then sigh and go back to the pothos, killing another vine with darkness so deep it drains all the stored sunlight away with ease. “You liked him. I assumed this would be a good match for you.”

“I have been employing your brothel’s services for near a decade now. Yet, I don't believe we've ever spoken.”

You turn to her now. Your eyes trace the hem of red cotton that drapes over her muscled thighs. They slip up to her red painted lips on her glass of posca. They twist through curls of grey hair leaning against a headboard, twirling a strand by her scarred umber face. She really is attractive, now isn't she?

You glide up to the bed, taking your time. “We may have never spoken, but that doesn't mean I haven't kept tabs on you.” 

As you reach her, you sit on the mattress, just out of reach, teasing the edges of her aura with your own. You bring shadows from the corners of the room closer. Snakes of black curtain around the bedframe and lurk on the floorboards. One tickles across her leg and she shudders, though she hides it. Her gaze falls on you, curious, interest piqued, but wary and ready for battle. 

“You are strong,” you say. “Stronger than most. In will. In might. Ah, but you already know this. It makes you difficult to please. You've been unhappy with my business twice now. I do not wish to leave you dissatisfied a third time.” You lean just a bit closer, fingers tracing lightly around a scar by her knee. “So perhaps something off menu would better suit your unique tastes?”

Her gold flecked eyes darken a shade and she smirks. Humming amusedly, she asks,”Mm and what may you be offering, off menu, exactly?

A shadow follows your hand, reaching forward with you to brush hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “I've always preferred female lovers, and I've heard rumors that you enjoy both sexes.”

“The rumors are true”

“Please then, allow me to apologize for the chatty whore. Have a night on the house. With me.” You lean closer still, your lips ghosting her own. You think for a moment to leave the choice to her, to allow her to seize you, claim you. But then you think about how attracted she is to women in control so you seize her instead -- kissing her before she kisses you. 

And boy does she kiss you.

A calloused hand finds its way to the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair. She chuckles, hungry mouth against your own, her tongue rolling along your bottom lip. It's not a fight for dominance. No. It's a test to see if you will yield it. You don't. Which spurs her to smile more. She pulls away from you, eyes finding yours with a bit of a glimmer. 

“You are curious, little flower,” she says. 

“As are you, general. Tell me, how does a wolf stalk its prey?”

She chuckles again, a low rumbling noise. “Deliberately.”

“And how does it attack?”

“Without mercy.”

Her claims prove valid when she attacks, mercilessly, your lips again. Your neck. Your shoulder. You allow her to guide you to your back, pulling the darkness around you entirely so that the only light in the room is the halos you allow around her and around you. You keep the spell the entire night you spend together. With every talented curl of your finger or quivering shake of your orgasm she grows more and more intrigued by you. By your focus and your abilities. Good. Your roots are being planted. In time, your thorns will prick those secrets from her.

In time, turns out to be a patient six months. You've uncovered much of her story but only the outer shell. Her loyalty to family. Her desire for legacy. And just now, a few days after the six month mark, she finally gifts you the information your mother has so wanted.

“Daughter,” the voice greets you in the pale red darkness of her illusion. How can it be pale and dark? Well, how can anything be mutually exclusive when it comes to her? A woman with a million faces yet not known for a single one. The Faceless.

You take a knee before her, her silhouette shifting between heavy and light, brawny and slender, masculine and feminine. “Mother,” you greet, “I come with the information you sought from Ambessa Medarda.”

“The one whose love child is of our own kind? Now that is interesting.”

You stand. “The son, Kino, he is in Nava on a diplomatic mission for their house.”

“Are you certain?”

“Would I lie?” You smirk.

She steps forth from her illusion, a pale face with a bob of blue hair and dark purple lips that smirk right back at you. 

“You've done well, daughter,” she says, thin white fingers tilting up your chin. “I knew there was a reason I took you in that century ago. Just a bawling little infant then. Look at you now. All grown up and covered in thorns. Our agents in Nava will capture the wolf pup. He will be tested and, if potent, used. The Black Rose will bloom again.”

“What about the alpha wolf? Have we any further use for her?”

“Perhaps. The future is all smoke and mirrors. So play your part. Keep her leashed. Remember that there is still a second child we may require if this one proves to be the wrong one.”

“Understood.”

She sighs, releasing you and turning to the warping edges of the nothingness around you. Turning to some door in some far off room. With a wave of her hand a magician’s staff appears between jeweled rings on her thumb and index finger. Without looking back at you she says, “I’ve got to go. The assassin’s are due at Swain’s doorstep any minute now.” She glances over her shoulder, a purr and a grin, “it's how he knows I care.”

With that, the void disappears and so does she. You're left alone in your bedroom with its stone walls and silk sheets. 

You gaze out over the city through your window. Noxus Prime. All these years and it hasn't changed much at all. Then again, neither have you. Your looks are still that of your youth. Easier, then, with bright eyes and a light face, to manipulate the shadows behind Noxus’s big red curtains. All these banners and blood and war. How trivial. Those two men your mother works alongside on the Trifarix are nothing more than puppets in a big show. One day, they'll be gone -- bone and ashes -- just like the man before them and there will be another puppet and another. All marionettes, dancing by the pull of their strings. Dancing, by your mother's hand. Dancing, for the Black Rose.

[eleventhhourfactor]

First day of 2025 has been good so far. So good, in fact, that I've decided to actually make a self-reflection/look to the future post, as much as I'm trying not to be vain.

Anyway...2024. There was a lot happening there.

If we're looking at Tumblr alone, it's pretty clear that this was the year that solidified Mario and Luigi as a hyperfixation for me. Helped along by the mutuals I made along the way, I turned out a lot of stories for AO3--moreso than I'd ever done for any other fandom prior to this. It's...mindblowing, honestly. Just the year before, I'd written and deleted my works after becoming convinced that it wouldn't amount to anything and ought as well not be out there. It was a pattern I longed to break, and I think I've finally cracked it, and I've never been happier to put myself out there and be cringe and free.

The rest of 2024 was a hell of a lot of change for me--mostly good. I moved across the country, started writing for another company, found another special interest in the form of Mario RPGs. I also realized that a load of my extended family have garbage takes, and that I alone can't fix that for them. My cat needed teeth taken out, my car got hit by a delivery truck in the parking lot, and I got holed up at my in-laws' house with the flu on Christmas Day. I'm still trying to make real-life friends, which seems to be an outstanding issue for little ol' me. Outside of college, I've never been great at making and keeping friends.

But I do have my network, without which I wouldn't have been able to publish a story, plan a big move, or even doodle on occasion. And you, dear mutuals and others, are a part of that, I've come to realize. It's stupid and corny, but there's something really neat about going to the internet and nerding out about things through headcanon posts, fabulous art, and wonderfully-written tales. What's even crazier is what fanwork can drive me to do in my original little things.

So, for 2025, along with some outstanding fics I need to wrap up and work on, I also want to put some work and effort into fleshing out a long-running project of mine: the world of Astrara, the worldhoppers moving throughout, and the threads of the universe tying it all together. There's characters I've been bouncing around in my skull for nearly a decade now, and it's about time I clear the sad lack of confidence from my space and actually draw them to the life they deserve. Might I make a comic? Who knows. For the next year, I just want to draw my little dudes until I run out of pencils, and then scan it in and color digitally. I want to make more art, and I want to write out the story of Lenora, Aylín, and their absolutely batshit journey to find their way home. Or at least, get the bullet points down and go from there.

It's crazy, but I thought turning out over a dozen fanfics was insane as well, and look where I'm at. Anything can happen. The spark has caught aflame. I want to keep creating. For the first time ever, I want to keep going with whatever the heck I've got going instead of letting it sit while I grind to live.

So, follow me as I get this going. See how far I go or fall short. Maybe ask me some more about what exactly I'm working on. I'd love to brainstorm and share and get others interested, too.

A bit of insurance in the form of doodles. Lenora on the left, Aylín on the right. One's being careful, the other wants to fight.

Kinda funny how much I project onto my own little stories.

Thank you all for sticking with me. Sorry this turned from reflection to a bit of narcissist goal-setting, but I've never felt so set on a creative goal before. This project means a lot to me and my growth over time, and without stepping out and meeting you all, I'd never be able to do this. So, thank you for being there, and I hope I've been able to do half as much for you.

Under the cut special! Sending love to all the people who keep me going on here. Like, y'all are so great. You are all great people.

So, mutuals and creators I admire (as well as my frens), this one's for you:

@giddlygoat @peaches2217 @snakeeyesdraws @bberetd @itsavee4117 @silenzahra @silksongmaiden @fyreburning @akiiame-blog @megamagimugi @supergay-64 @artizonka @rainbogen @loud-kid2 @@diamondempp @dooxliss @lu1g199 @laatgag @moriouchou-radio @thegravityshark @gustygardns @vulpixfairy1985 @vbnhuet

[sp-ud]

*Admits the blog is them playing a character*

*entire blog is dedicated to being this character*

*could not more clearly be a roleplay blog*

*proceeds to continue tagging as unreality*

[cornleypolytechnicgoeswrong]

More of my favourite low effort CPDS Members as my screenshotted tiktok comments memes for you as an apology for being so inactive and proof I am still around hehe <33

[ganondoodle]

struggeling to draw anything for the totk rewrite bc i know the most popular stuff is some cool cutscenes or something and me working on detailed mechanics is mostly a waste of time :/

like i have alot of stuff worked out by now but it would take ages to draw concepts for all those new menus and mechanics when few people are interested in that- and while making a giant text post about it would be more efficient ... who the hell would read all that ._.

[ghostofsnails]

so did you guys know theres this character called tristan vik disventure camp and

[anambermusicbox]

Excerpt from 2024 人物 interview, found here:

For example, [while redoing the album] Qian Lei "forced" him to write a song. Qian Lei thought, this new album was extremely significant to him, so there should be a song Zhou Shen wrote himself. What's more, others have criticized him for not being able to compose. But Qian Lei knows he can---and quite well too. "It's not possible someone with strong emotions and a sensitive heart to not be able to write a good melody, it's completely not possible." Usually, Zhou Shen will hum out a melody and record it with his phone---sound engineer Xu Wei has listened to them and thought the melody lines were really good, and could absolutely be straightened out into an original song. But Zhou Shen always felt it wasn't good enough, and even said, to compose beside such a skilled composer like Lei-ge, it would be like an elementary schooler insisting on reciting their composition in front of a doctorate holder---so imprudent. His friends all know his personality---for a "master in self-deprication," being unduly humble was a daily occurrence. His old friend of ten years, lyricist 沃特艾文儿 said: "Not just composing---when I first met him, he even thought his singing was bad. It was so upsetting to me. I'm very relieved that he at least recognizes his singing ability now." Qian Lei has also listened to Zhou Shen's compositions before, and told him, isn't this pretty good? Zhou Shen said, don't mess with me. Qian Lei said, I'm serious, I'm not joking, it's quite good. Zhou Shen said, bye bye. Qian Lei said, bye bye yourself. Thus, when working on the new album, he would use every means possible to force him to write a song. One moment he would "hold a hammer behind him and get him to hurry up and write," the next moment he would set his mind at ease, saying "you don't have to overthink it, gradually the more you write the easier it will be. I'm here, so don't worry." This song was written at Qian Lei's home---once the first step of writing was taken, the rest went smoothly. Musically, Zhou Shen already had things in mind, and a few hours later, the main melody was basically set. Zhou Shen also participated a lot in writing the lyrics. He really liked the line "I can catch the flowers floating in the wind; I don't care whether I fall into the galaxy or into the mud." But "no matter how I sang it, it felt a little off, like it was missing something." He hummed it and hummed it, and out of nowhere added a soft, low, even a little "rude", "嘿，少管我," and "suddenly it came to life." Before, Zhou Shen had always wanted to write a song called "少管我." In his earlier years, he had randomly used these words in replies to fans, and in an interview where he talked about how his fans were never satisfied no matter what he changed his profile picture to, he ended up jokingly shouting "少管我, " and it then went viral. After that, Zhou Shen thought, as a singer, if one day I could turn "少管我" into a song, how interesting would that be. These past few years, he found a lot of people to compose its melody, but he always felt the melodies weren't quite what he wanted. The album that was cancelled also had a song in it named "少管我," but he still felt it wasn't quite right. Until now, it came to him like a "gift" from above. The first impression many people get from these three words is more or less rigid, sharp, harsh, stubborn, and capricious. But to Zhou Shen, a rebellious attitude is easy but truly knowing yourself is a long journey. "It's not necessarily about rebelling against the whole world, but you have to clearly know what version of yourself you want to be, and only then can you become yourself."

The day of the interview at an art park in Tongzhou, Beijing, the sky darkened a little. Zhou Shen took out his cell phone and played the unmixed recording of "少管我." The melody was light, "like travelling, very free." He shook his head to beat, and listened to the song he had listened to countless times one more time. "When I was writing this song and its lyrics, I didn't have "少管我" in mind, but in the end it became the "少管我" that I wanted." Moments like these, sparks flying, you think, "that’s right"---that's the biggest joy in making an album.

[icewindandboringhorror]

examining a seemingly normal image only to slowly realize the clear signs of AI generated art.... i know what you are... you cannot hide your true nature from me... go back where you came from... out of my sight with haste, wretched and vile husk

[tentacleplains]

more scenes that basically everyone sees but pointing out a specific detail i find interesting: "though i hope you don't cause a scene this time" does avery regularly cause scenes at parties?? lmao

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

more goofy camping pics to come but for now enjoy my sheer glee at finding this huge chunk of CoW (chicken of the woods aka sulphur shelf) 🧡✨