#and hopefully succeed..

[itsnixderlol]

Welp.. guess this is what I’m working on now

Uhh.. well see when I finish this

[simplyghosting]

Mom, frazzled: -And I just don’t understand why they act like that!

Me: Mom. They’re just being silly. Some people are silly. You are just not silly and that’s okay.

Mom: It doesn’t make sense though! And I am silly!

Me, grabbing my mom by the shoulders: Mama, some people are like Larry the Cucumber with a big, funny hat and you are Archibald Asparagus showing up every Silly Song yelling “Stop being so silly!”

Mom: Nooooo, Archibald is silly, too😭😫💔

[malachite834]

Wet Beast Wednesday Thursday is upon us...

@fagdragon Uh hiiiii I'm a big fan of your Lugia guy (。・ω・。)

[paranormal-taters]

i need some good song recs for "just lost the job that i was so excited for because the owners hired too many people at the start and then no longer had enough hours to give so they went to the one physically disabled employee they had (me) and told her to her face that she was the easiest to get rid of". and yes i'm already listening to Co-Pathetic by Novo Amor.

[iced-souls]

Artfight week two WAHOOOOO

[And a first traditional piece omgg—]

Credits:

Claudia & the Herald = Katabatic

Leo [Aasimar] = @anxxero

Anger Demons = MarineLaChatto

Hunter = @glitchy-squidd

Spots/T5/Giovanni = @sharkfinn

—

Who-Who + Methyl + Will-O-Wisp = @wishingstarinajar

Haetori = ralumairy

Entropy/Hotaru Fujihara = @darkmagiciangirl

—

Miley = @less-depresso-more-espresso

Icarus/Icaurs = The_Bl0b_X

Fey Acosta = @petra-creat0r

Trave = @tatatale

Calibri = @thesilvercat13

The Corpse Carrier = @labyrinth-guard

Mason = K1tsune-Art

Lizzy = wolfie7x3

Ahmucen-Cab = emkay

Han = @elleapdraws

Sterling = @aisemulator

[cassiopeiasara]

I’ve never wished I could write faster more than now. I have plans to fix everything I’ve not liked the past two new seasons and I wish it was ready to go like a gift right now but sadly I have to finish the writing first.

[red-and-white-and-black-and-gold]

Wait, Kyle Walker actually left City? He’s at Milan now?

[plasticsandwich]

also i got a decent start on my project work for this semester now everybody be proud of me

[roofsheep]

Hi. I’m pestering about your vinsmoke shipping week art again! Hope you don’t mind :]

What’s up with Niji x Brook?

I know you said it was out of left field but I wanna go to that elft field and rummage around like a rat. Is this a vibes only ship or a wonderful fic? Though tbh I can see these two being insufferable today in a really good way

Hi again Rosemary!! You're always welcome here :3

No fic to share this time, this pairing is mostly from my mind and wants for more Brook pairings lol. I'm a bit of a fan of Sanji x Brook and I love Brook as a character, where he's silly and goofy but wise and calming. So what better way to show my love and appreciation for Brook than to ship him with the most difficult Vinsmoke sibling?

With Niji being presented as an aggressive and uncaring kind of character, the idea of a simple melody catching Niji's attention and helping him cool down is an idea I like to think about. He'll never admit to Brook that his songs calm him of course.

Also the combo of a musician hanging out with a man that can mimic peoples voices and thus meaning that he can probably sing with those voices can open a range of scenarios. To sweet ones of Niji replicating his favourite singers (if he has any), to angst ones where Brook could ask Niji to replicate voices from the Rumbar Pirates or where Niji sings with other peoples voices since he doesn't believe he should have his own as the perfect soldier of Germa. A Prince should not lower himself to sing like a weakling, but if he's replicating what someone else said than he's not the one speaking

[justgayrevolutionnaries]

Of snowflakes and revolution

My gift for @fructidors for the @drinkwithme-exchange ! I was more than happy to make another fic for you, this time I wanted to focus on Grantaire an Jehan and I had so much fun writing about them, I hope you enjoy <3

This one takes place in canon era, a few weeks before the Barrière du Maine episode.

Read it below or find it on Ao3 !

February 1832

“You know, my friend, since you forced me to go out, I feel the least you could do is look happy I obliged.”

Jean Prouvaire’s words seemed to be met with an immediate success, as the man facing him, though he didn't assume the happy look expected of him, was effectively snapped back to reality and considered him with an ironic stare.

“I would apologize, but I should have thought you would be more than eager to look out that window yourself - are you not the same one who would rather talk about the shapes of the clouds than listen to Enjolras pestering us with practical matters ? I am curious what you should have to say about the snow out there.”

In Grantaire’s defense, although he was not usually one to admire the landscape, it was not everyday you could find Paris under the snow, and both of them had a feeling they should revel in the occasion, as they did not know when they would come across such a view again - or even if they ever would. In fact, Prouvaire’s face as he called out to his friend was more bemused than actually upset, as he had barely been able to tear his eyes from the window himself since they had sat down at the Corinthe.

The pair would usually meet at Prouvaire’s apartment, although it was so messy these days that there was barely enough room for him to move around, let alone his imposing and exuberant friend. Not that it bothered the poet in the slightest, it seemed almost natural for him to live amidst a mess of worn out-books, pieces of paper filled with fragmented verses and various flowers all around, and since there was always a bottle of good wine to be found somewhere in this mess, Grantaire did not mind either. This time however, upon finding out that his friend had been so absorbed in his readings that he had completely neglected his mortal needs such as buying decent food, Grantaire had positively dragged him out of the building, claiming that “burying yourself in books will make you even more boring than Combeferre” and that he needed to go out immediately to prevent this unfortunate occurrence from happening.

Which was how the two of them had found themselves walking along the quays of Paris under the freezing wind, looking for a decent place to eat. The streets were cold, probably colder than they had been in years, and although this did not affect their enthusiasm in the slightest, all Jehan could think about was that they would not be able to show their faces at the Musain for weeks to come, as they would never hear the end of it if Joly was to catch them with a cold.

Either way, as one could have expected, their wandering had led them to the Corinthe ; the cabaret was not exactly an establishment that could be qualified a “decent place to eat at” but it seemed any other place would have felt wrong - at least that was Courfeyrac’s usual saying to justify their constant going back. Well, that and the fact the waiter here knew Grantaire so well that she immediately brought not one, but two bottles to their table- two bottles that the man had been eyeing with envy since they had sat down.

As he reached for one, however, Jehan immediately slapped his friend’s hand away, blatantly ignoring the offended look he was met with.

“I will remind you - do not give me that wounded look, capital R - I will remind you that I agreed to come only if you did not inebriate yourself before we even got the chance at a meal together.”

Grantaire merely wrinkled his nose in disgust at the thought.

“Really, Prouvaire ? You, of all people, are going to tell me I am not allowed a drink today ?”

“Actually, I had expected my winning personality was enough to keep you good company - in fact, I shall take great offense if I find you brought me here only to immediately replace me with a bottle of wine. I should be upset, really. Positively vexed.”

The stern words only earned him a sarcastic look from his friend, who was used to Prouvaire’s theatrical lectures enough to know he did not mean one word of it.

However, though the redhead enjoyed teasing his friend about this subject, the truth was that being around Prouvaire had an unexpected effect on Grantaire. While the man was ever the most likely to grab a drink, and had drunk himself to oblivion more than once after a disdainful look from Enjolras, Jehan’s presence often sufficed to help him sober up. Not that the poet himself did not enjoy a drink, he was never the last to hold a glass of good wine to his lips, but he somehow seemed able to soothe Grantaire’s temperament with his mere words - after sharing a meal with the two of them, even Courfeyrac had marveled at the man’s sober self, effectively assigning Jehan the name of a “miracle worker”.

As if to acknowledge this, Grantaire’s eyes softened as he answered :

“And I am more than grateful for that company, Prouvaire. Although I think you are avoiding my question.”

At this point he took a solemn face and leaned in closer, earning him a puzzled look from Jehan.

“You will have to remind me what question you are talking about, R. I am afraid you were not the only one not paying attention.”

Grantaire leaned in even closer if that was possible and, whispering dramatically, he asked :

“What about the snow ?”

Prouvaire smiled as he understood what his friend meant. He leaned back into his chair, taking a puff of his pipe as he assumed a pensive look.

“The snow, uh ? A white mantle that comes to cover our whole city, petals white and pure, as if they had been sent by the gods themselves. For all we know, Chione could still be the one blowing snowflakes down until they reach us, so small and yet all chiseled by her hand, one by one. ”

“Is that all ? You are letting yourself go, Prouvaire. I expected more of-”

Grantaire burst out laughing as Jehan threw his hat at him, deliberately missing his face.

“Would you just let me think, you heathen !”

He closed his eyes to better concentrate, deciding that his friend’s ironic smile was not helping him at all.

“City asleep in the silence

Footsteps of a ghost in the night-”

“A ghost, really ? It seems to me those appear every time you try and write a verse about anything.”

“And why should we not talk about spirits ?” Jehan countered. “They are all around us. But if you have better inspiration, feel free to share it ; I shall be glad to hear what you have to say.”

Though caught off guard, Grantaire was more than happy to oblige.

“Snow falls from the sky like sparkles in the dark- no, this one doesn’t feel right. Keep going, you are better at this than I am.”

“No, no, wait, you had a good one with this. Snow falls down from the sky, sparkles in the dark / Black and white as far as my eyes can see…”

Here the poet stopped for a moment as he seemed to come back to reality, and he blushed slightly at the pride written on Grantaire’s face.

“I can keep going, if you want me to,” he said almost timidly.

“Of course you could. You seem to have a gift for this, you know. Poetry- your sensitivity seems to come almost naturally in your words.”

“You are not so bad with words yourself, my friend. You should consider coming by to help us write a speech, one of those days.”

Though light-hearted and seemingly nonchalant, the offer was merely met with a disdainful scoff from the man facing him.

“A speech ? So I can stand by and make a fool of myself with nonsense while Enjolras tells me to go home ? I don’t see what use I could be there. You should know by now your speeches mean near nothing to me.”

As Jehan was about to answer, his eyebrows furrowed, he found himself choking on the smoke of his own pipe. His friend seemed used to this occurrence, as he began softly patting the redhead's back with a bemused smile.

“I am a lost cause, Prouvaire. You should go waste your time on someone else. Besides, you should know Enjolras would never allow me in the vicinity if he is writing a speech to rally workers - or whatever it is you are trying to do - I would only spoil his credibility.”

“Grantaire, I have seen you go on for hours about the most beautiful of subjects - do you think I don’t remember that time you made up a limerick in just a few seconds, with only a candle for inspiration ? Your problem is not your style of speech, because you are splendid at it, it is merely your convictions.”

The suddenly serious tone of the poet was not lost on Grantaire, who leaned back in his chair to consider him thoughtfully.

“That is quite the compliment you are giving me here. Where are you going at with this flattery, if I may ask ?”

“I heard Enjolras is looking to make a census a few weeks from now- he believes it could be of use soon. He may be looking for someone to go to the Barrière du Maine, and I believe you are a familiar of Richefeu’s.”

Jehan understood he had got his friend’s interest as he saw, for the first time, a glint of surprise in his eye.

“You really have thought about this, have you not ?”

“What I am trying to say is, if you want to be taken as seriously as you deserve, you have to show what you are capable of. I believe you should try and convince Enjolras to let you go, just this once. You might even find you actually have beliefs- whether you are willing to admit it or not.”

As Grantaire opened his mouth to try a last word of protest, he added :

“And if you still think I was wrong about this then, I promise to buy you a meal to make up for it- and a decent one this time.”

Lost in his thoughts, his friend did not answer him immediately ; and when he did his response was lost in the noise of the conversation surrounding them. However, Jehan’s words seemed to have worked like a charm at reinvigorating Grantaire, as when the two of them finally left the café, he was engaged in one of those soliloquies not even Jehan dared to interrupt.

“Your friends may despise me, but I will have you know I am more than capable of starting a revolution if I put my mind to it. I should like to think I am not an idealist, what good did that ever do to anyone ? I refuse to die for your revolution. Prouvaire says I shall become a mere spirit too one day. I call this nonsense. Men will take a look around, and the snow bothers them no more than the sun ; still they talk of battles and oppression. I am more than happy to say I will leave the guns and the glory to you, my friend - although I shall personally be very disappointed to see a gun in your hands. You are, like me, a man of sentiment, and we shall-”

Grantaire’s grandiloquent speech was cut off abruptly as the wind caught a hold of his hat, causing it to fly off along the boulevard, a few feet before the two men. He swore profusely as he began running after it, followed by the redhead who was laughing heartily, turning his face upwards to feel the snow landing on his skin.

God, Jehan loved snow. He really wished they would get to see it fall again - next year, hopefully.

[heph]

Hey, I remember you mentioning on your IG something about two types of popular artists and one being good at social media and the other being good at art or something like that (I can't really remember lol). But it got me thinking, any tips for how to be good at social media? Cuz I'm certainly not even after posting art for six years lol

Heya!

What I meant by that is that there are traits that allow you to grow on social media, and traits that determine what a highly skilled artist is, and those traits do not always necessarily overlap.

I've seen so many amazing artists that post artwork that blow my head off, and yet they don't have many likes. On the other hand, some artists at the same skill level who draw more popular things will get way more attention.

That is not to say that either is the correct way to create art, but there is definitely a formula to social media that is in play.

There are a lot of posts about how to grow a social media account, particularly on TikTok, YouTube and Instagram art spheres, and imo you really need to examine what you want from your art before jumping into social media mode

The stuff you create to pander to social media might not be art that you want to create at all - I'm lucky, because I am less artist more storyteller, and what I enjoy is telling jokes and silly stories to liven up people's moods :] this, of course, conveniently does well on social media. On a personal note, I have a history of being a recluse and not connecting well with people, and art is my way of trying to communicate my feelings, one way or another.

So of course, if you draw for any reason other than my own, my approach to art and it's relation to social media might be inappropriate for you.

All that being said, if u take a look at those "get big on social media" videos they always cite the same few points... And you can look into that, for sure, but this video sums up how I feel about all that.

I spent like 20 minutes drafting words after the above paragraph, but I really ended up regurgitating sentiments from the video... So really don't listen to me, listen to that video

EDIT:

I just realised I didnt actually answer the question with my anecdotal experience, so here's a list of things I did

1. Posted like 3 doodles a day on social media

I did this for 6 months on a side account on Twitter recently and got the account to 11k followers... And I did this for 3 months on Instagram a few years ago and I think got 3.5k followers. Of course, do not spam maliciously and make sure your art is still of good quality, but for those artworks I posted quickly, I did not colour, and mostly did clean sketches. This also trains you in the matter of line confidence haha. Again, this worked for me because of my set of circumstances (love for the media, want to tell stories, simple art style)

2. Focus on my favourite aspects of media

This helps with respect to burnout - kinda hard to burnout when you love what you're making! For me, it's character interactions and comics. I want to see my blorbos kiss and if I'm not the one drawing it who will?!

3. Interact with people

People eat up work that they can interact with. A choose your own story situation, one of those like/rt to strip a character 😭 those do numbers for a reason.

Additionally, if you post stuff people love, people will respond to it with comments, maybe their own headcanons, adding on to the work... I've gone into long looong Twitter thread conversations with people who added onto my ideas that I threw up onto the screen and I think it's also a nice thing to do to respond to positive comments haha... I'm not very good at this (read: bad at communication)

I think that's the key points... Hope this helps!

[go-go-devil]

Your current blorbo has to take up the profession of your previous blorbo.

How well do they do?

[mistress-light]

I think, the time has come to change my icon and header image once more soon.

[n0vatsu]

Comp cuz i’m bored and I haven’t done one in a while Also this is going to be my pinned post for a bit so heres my intro ✧༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻✧

OK SO BASICALLY.

Im doing a art comp, Idk what to call this but since i finally reached 400 follows ill just call it #SILAS’400COMP

Continue for more info :D

WHO ARE WE DRAWING?

I kinda wanna see how people draw my milkshake mansion ocs so Ill let people choose between

mm! Tsutsuji

mm! Yoake

And Mm! Yugure

Or if you dont want to do anything milkshake mansion related drawing my persona is also an option XD

also these are my only options at this moment because all of my ocs haven been redesigned and i currently haven’t shown them ON TUMBLR yet (if your in my audition server on discord you have seen them) but to make things fair, Only these 4 are allowed.

It can be either digital or traditional art!! Id love to see both styles

WHEN IS THE DEADLINE?

My birthday, July 11th:) My rewards will probably be submitted through late July due to Irl stuff going on. But overall, after that date,

WHAT ARE THE RULES?

✧ No AI/Tracing/stealing if using a base PLEASE credit the original artist.

✧ No submitting after the deadline date, it will not be counted

✧ To enter you must reblog this post, you can also just put your submission through reblogs:D

✧ You can submit your work through inbox, in a post (YOU MUST PING ME AND USE #SILAS’400COMP OTHERWISE I WILL NOT TAKE IT) and reblogs, I will only take submissions on tumblr and not on any other social media.

✧ ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW, If your art shows self harm/suicide/abuse/blood/death/murder/eyestrain is shown, please add a trigger warning:)

✧ No proshipping. I don’t need to explain this, just no.

If you submit a work that breaks the rules, you will be disqualified.

WHAT DO WE GET IF WE WIN?

I have 1st runner up, 2nd runner up, and 3rd runner up. Heres the rewards

🥇: Gets a full body digital art of whichever oc they choose!

🥈: Gets not a full body art but mainly a icon/profile looking art of whichever oc

(Pretend this is colored because I dont have good examples for this in my recent artstyle)

🥉: Gets a small chibi art of whichever oc/persona they want!!

If you’re not interested, the best you can do is reblog this post so more people can see this, please and thank you🫶

♡GOODLUCK TO ANYONE ENTERING!!! AND HAVE A NICE TIME OF YOUR LIFE:D

[echoesofadream]

honestly my options are studying to become a librarian or staying at this place where i may eventually be able to work in a bookshop. Kinda thinking i should do the latter but am i just yet another excuse to stay stagnant and not going back to school and taking a risk? But if remain where i am there is chance i will be able to start to work a few hours in the week at a book shop and that is lowkey a dream for me. Well i havent tried it yet but. Also it depends a little on if they allow it, they are getting me for free but i still have to be somewhat sociable acceptable idk if i am. Wish the universe would tell me what to do. Number 24 has been following me which says i am on a good path, does that mean remain where i am or that i have a good shot if i take the risk and basically make my own path? there is a kind of numbness and emptiness on this path, while at the same time it has been relatively good for me, its just not enough?but maybe it could be if i remain on it

[goldensunset]

and so it begins