#based on Picasso

[cinabonsticks]

Some art class junk teehee

[mooneriee]

The fact that 'anti-homeless benches' are even in the game sucks, of course, but I'm quite amused that despite Game Freak's best attempts to whitewash/sanitize countries to make them more presentable for the general audience, this got through somehow.

[rodsovnlos]

Enasona. From a week ago..?

[mama-arma]

"Plenty" the Hivemind Thi-kreen ⚬ Ranger ⚬ Swarmkeeper

[marsuro]

Bulls

[sometimesanequine]

7.15.2024

[garfield-69]

NORMALIZE USING BASES FOR FUN!!!

Base <3

Base XD

[humblyhobbit]

haven’t been active in the past days but HI

have a school assignment that i just finished ❤️

ap art history is making me do all sorts of things,,,, but honestly this was so fun so i don’t hate it.

[springtimebat]

Hyperspace (A Poem)

A friend talked to me about space the other day

How they are excited about human exploration

Expansion beyond earth and amongst the stars

I suppose it brought to mind settlements to them

New technology, charity, relief to the sick 

But all I could focus on 

Was how much I hated the possibility 

Of a McDonald’s on the moon

Of space and stars being really real places

Venues only a bus-ride away

What are your dreams for the future?

They will ask me next time

Women are machines for suffering 

I scoff, Pablo Picasso said that once

And I suppose once space is finally reached

In all its immeasurable possibilities 

Its pathways branching out like the old, oak tree

The Pablo Picassos that grasp at the corners of the earth

Will naturally expand their ambition

I suppose I am worrying over nothing

After all

We will get some great art out of their

Literary tyranny

Besides 

Feminism is boring, so boring

In the way sleep is boring

Hypersleep in our shuttle caskets

Who needs feminism, civil liberties 

When we can go to space in our sleep

Just take misogyny, double standards,

Rape culture, wars; their causes and their strife, 

And just put them on Mars, Jupiter, Venus, 

Craters floating in hollow sky

Put them on Mars all together

I never intend to go there 

While they work out the early-stage bugs 

I’ll exile myself in my angst

There’s something bizarre about earth’s rain

Full and free and bright

That enlightens a heavy heart

Especially once you have seen the moon

Turn soft, melt in demon hands 

And so, reluctantly,

Let them turn space to sand 

My sorrow for what might have been

Couching in its emptied place

Chemicals fume and form

A hole in the bursting planes of the sky

And the world will end, reduced to

Underground bunkers floating to nowhere

[eroticerosion101]

TUMBLR HELP i found a list of questions based on artists like van gogh, picasso, etc. on pinterest but I know the original post came from tumblr. There were questions like "Would you rather have a dress made of stardust and sleep on the moon or sleep in a tiny flower in a sunflower dress" and "What is the place you go to when youre sad and what do you do there"

I accidently refreshed without saving it and I can't find it. Can anybody help me??

[suppermariobroth]

Concept art of a Toad painting based on the distinctive style of Pablo Picasso, for the 2023 Super Mario Bros. movie.

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[buildthoughts]

Minecrafters Using Reference

Reference as in real world architecture, not other minecrafters' builds, though that's a fair way to learn too. Studying real world architecture gives insights about designing buildings, while studying other minecrafters would give insight into how to accomplish certain effects in Minecraft.

I didn't have more than passing interest in architecture before watching mcyt, but now whenever I'm outside, I'm evaluating the buildings around me. Do I like their shape? color? Any interesting details? Any wear or texture? And above all: How would you do that detail/shape/etc in minecraft? (please note: I don't even play minecraft)

Rendition and Inspiration

There's a minecraft project called BuildtheEarth that's replicating the earth in minecraft on a 1 to 1 scale. There's some fantastic builds on there.

On hermitcraft, Joe Hills is known for creating to scale renditions of real world places/objects. In season 10, he's tackled a project of massive scale with Bell Labs. He used a map from the library of congress to layout all the shapes!

These are examples of renditions/replicas/copies/whatever you want to call it (Although Joe's doubles as a community build area in place of massive parking lots).

Then there's using the buildings for inspiration. This may involve just taking bits and pieces. Or maybe you just take a color palette. Or maybe just the shape. Maybe you don't take anything but vibes. As a general rule, I think having multiple sources of inspiration is important so the new build doesn't end up feeling like a rendition instead of its own thing.

Bdubs in season 9 used the bakery from Kiki's Delivery Service as inspiration for his mud cafe. It can be seen in the wood framing, the stairs, the archway, the shape, the shed, the chimney designs. But the colors, the composition, Bdubs made changes that made it his own and combined the addition to his previous shop Moss o Menos.

The aesthetics of Geminitay's season 10 base is based on the video game Dredge. I feel like the most obvious influence is in her research castle and fishing boats. She used inspiration from the spooky sea creatures in the game to create a uniquely frightening angler shop.

In Pearl's Build a Day series, she did a week focused on real world places. Here's the one she designed after a countryside home in Australia (her home country):

Goodtimeswithscar in season 7, when starting Aqua Town, based his shop on old department stores:

I like looking at his Aqua Town builds in comparison to his Scarland Main Street facades, which draw additional inspiration from Disneyland:

I feel like, comparing the builds you can see how he's grown; he's learned new detailing tricks, found colors and textures that work better with the architecture style. The main street has a similar layout to Disneyland, but his buildings are all unique.

Mogswamp is working on a massive build that's based on architecture drawings from Renzo Picasso:

He's incorporating groin vaults from roman architecture too!

I think builders learning about existing architecture is so good. It can give them so many ideas to add into their toolbox. It reminds them of small details that give builds life, like small sheds, some pipes, porches. And the builds don't need to be realistic; My mind goes to work by Shovel and Joel. Or everything Mumbo has done in season 10.

[kaijuno]

A student named Wakabayashi Ayame who graduated in 2019 created apple masterpieces based on the different styles of famous painters, such as Picasso and Claude Monet. The apples were displayed at the Kuwasawa graduation exihibition in Japan.

[cam-see-yuh-nna]

a lot of the ways people speak about Africa myself included (THE CONTINENT) r just so aggravating. like i’ve recently gotten into art and learned about picasso and cubism. im online and literally what i see is “art for arts sake is not big in Africa”. HOW TF WAS PICASSO INSPIRED BY AFRICAN ARTIST IF THEY WERENT MAKING ART. Also of course u could say many modern day africans that immigrate out choose more “real/economic valuable jobs” but can we think about why. Why many african countries are poor? Like idk it seems like it alwagoes back to colonialism because it just does. maybe because many African countries and people were fighting for their livelihood art for art sake became less of an option because they only people who could participate were people in countries like Picasso’s went into areas decimated them and then decided to have a quiet sip and paint while watching the world burn.

this is alot but its just something i see in almost every interest I have. the way colonialism binary thinking and such a European focus have taken away so much from African people and writing their own history good and bad. Its like huh. Either its slavery or false happy kings and queens narrative.

[edamameimei]

Perhaps, Even This (Megan Skiendiel x Reader SMAU)

“what a joy, perhaps, to remember even this.”

A year ago, you were known as your friend group’s “sunshine.” You were able to light up a whole room with your energy and everyone could rely on you for your quick wit and easy humor. You lived life simply one day at a time. However, seemingly out of nowhere, that all changes. Now a Junior in university, you find it extremely difficult to do all the things you used to do. Especially being the Resident Assistant for the Geffen Dorms. New residents begin to move in and one them is a girl you could only describe as “radiant." Her name is Megan Skiendiel, and at first, you don’t welcome the positivity but as you two continue to meet and hang out, you find yourself becoming the person you used to be. Will you be able to be that person you were a year ago? Or will everything just stay the same?

tws: kms/kys jokes. this story will dive into topics such as depression, anxiety, reckless substance use, and toxic relationships. if any of those things affect you in any negative way, please do not interact with this story!! take care of yourself!!

tags: smau, crack, fluff, will get pretty angsty at times. university!au, golden retriever!megan x black cat!reader, sexual jokes, lots of swearing, future suggestive themes.

feat: katseye, txt, lesserafim, ive + more to come!

pairing: megan skiendiel x gn!reader

status: completed on 6/29/2025

notes: this smau is not a REAL portrayal of the people in this fic and are not based on any real-life events. this was made for entertainment purposes. some idols’ ages were changed for the plot. all pics are from pinterest! dividers were made by me in canva pro!

profiles: hybe crashouts 1 2 dream academy alumni 1 2

chapters:

00. prologue (written)

01. reinforcements

02. roommates to lovers

03. the duet (half written)

04. omg slut!

05. AA meeting

06. mad respect

07. dumb question

08. floor meeting

09. turtles

10. homewrecker

11. picasso

12. hallelujah or whatever

13. u care

14. sounds good (half written)

15. the pigeon

16. poetry slam

17. oh! nice!

18. nonchalant mfer

19. meiyok (half written)

20. lambda

21. favorite person (half written)

BONUS: winter break

22. no homo

23. I'm grown ok?

24. scout's honor

25. kidnapping (half written)

26. yapper

27. jimmy neutron

28. dark room (written)

29. just stay (half written)

30. did u die???

31. redemption arc

BONUS: megan fan club

32. my protege

33. spidey senses

34. the weight (half written)

35. oh. ouch.

36. the beginning (written)

37. let her go

38. breakthrough

39. yn n friends (half written)

40. rescue mission (half written)

41. ur gonna love it <3

42. WWMD ™

43. whiskered dimples (half written)

44. off the hook

BONUS: ill give you a dollar

BONUS: please do

45. ask her out

46. yn's commune

47. bi curious, maybe?

48. the project

49. loose ends pt. 1

50. loose ends pt. 2

51. perhaps, even this (written, THE END)

COMPLETED

[transformers-spike]

Hello ummm can I order a uhh wholesome Starscream x human!SO with the SO being into praising him and caring for him? And he of course is drinking it all up because he needs love and reassurance more than he could ever admit

Yet again my brain decided to go for a full length novel, so I had to pull back and came up with this. Think of this as them before they got together:

“Are you alright?” “Of course I am! Why would you think otherwise?” he snarks, puffing up like a disgruntled cockatiel. You squint and look him up and down with the most “dude, just admit it” expression you can muster. He glares at you for what feels like ages, ridiculous brow plates knitted into a “fucking try me” V. You sigh, take off the welding mask and put down the torch. “I’m worried about you.” Those very same brow plates shoot up to the sky. “Pah! I don’t need your worry!” he scoffs like he isn’t bleeding out in the middle of the woods. “Sure you don’t, but I’ll have you know there’s only so much I can do! We should call Ratchet.” His fist slams to the ground, you stumble but manage to catch yourself before falling face first into the deadly spikes adorning his stiletto. Death by high heel isn’t on your “appropriately ironic deaths” list, but you should add it. If your brain didn’t slosh inside your skull like a snowglobe in the hands of a petulant two year old, you could have sworn the mighty ex-commander of the Decepticons looked apologetic for a split second. “I would rather not deal with the likes of the Autobot medic,” he declares in a slightly softer voice, although not without his usual amount of scorn. “After all, you’re doing just fine,” he croons in a sly, buttering tone. Maybe you could have believed him if he hadn’t been constantly berating you for fucking up the impromptu surgery. You are not a medic, goddammit! Much less well-versed in the art of welding shut a metal alien from a planet light years away! You’re just some car junky with pyromaniac inclinations! But seeing him this way… covered in grime and energon, wings hanging low and servos shaking. You’re glad you didn’t send him to voicemail.

You pat his leg. “Thanks, but if this happens again I’m calling Bulkhead to haul your ass back to base whether you like it or not.” Putting on your welding mask, you keep working. Starscream stays oddly quiet, not even bothering to beep at you indignantly when your torch falls out of line. It’s no Picasso, but the bleeding has stopped. After you step back to give him some space, he tests out his leg, standing up and shifting his weight from side to side. The injured leg strains but does not collapse. “Good?” you ask. “Manageable,” he mumbles in his typical “it kinda sucks but I have to be grateful” way.

Pride fills you up like a single mom downing martinis during happy hour. Although not the best compliment, it’s a Ritz-Carlton coming from him.

“Do you want to go back to base? Or just… hang out here? In the middle of the woods?” He wrinkles his optical ridge at you but doesn’t answer.

“Okay,” you drawl out, taking a seat on possibly the most comfortable rock in Nevada. Years pass by – or so it feels like – waiting for the usually extremely bitchy (thus chatty) bot to break the silence. He does not. “I think I should go,” you sit up and thumb at your car, parked all the way across the woods on the main road, a good hike from where you’re currently at. “Don’t,” he hisses. His expression is almost… forlorn if not for his angry brows. Oh fuck off, the emotionally constipated airplane war criminal can’t ask you to hang out without hurting his pride. Which makes you the responsible adult of the situation compared to the billion year old metal chicken. And by God, you are the least responsible person you know (excluding Starscream).

So you sit your ass back down and lock eyes with said chicken. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what happened?” you ask, fully expecting him to shut you down by calling you fleshling and waving your humanity over your head like a shitty “begone” charm.

Instead, he thinks about it, averting his gaze from you and turning it to the vast wilderness beyond the trees. “Vehicons,” he states bitterly. “Either it was a purely coincidental dogfight or… Megatron is after me.” His whole frame shudders, wings sinking as low as they can go.

“I see.” You pause to take a deep breath. “Do you want to tell the Autobots?”

He shakes his helm and loosens a self-deprecating chuckle from his vocalizer. “Like they would listen to me.” You scrunch up your nose. “How about I tell them? Would that be easier for you?” His optics widen for a brief moment before returning to their perpetually conniving state. “I’m not delighted with the option, but it’s preferable considering their propensity for gathering unsolicited information.” The silence returns. “Hey, I know it’s not the best time to bring this up. But you don’t even have to answer, just please hear me out.” He peers at you wordlessly. “You’ve been through-” you gesture at dry neon blue energon adorning his frame “-a lot lately. I’m not asking you to talk about your feelings or anything like that, but if you ever need someone to just… be around, I’m here.” His expression hasn’t shifted one bit. It’s completely unreadable. You continue on with gritted teeth. “Personally, I’ve never defected from an extremely violent faction and been hunted down through the sky, but I find it’s easier to suffer around friends and family. They help shoulder the pain.”

He arches a metal brow. “Are you implying we’re friends?” “I mean-” you stammer, “I definitely consider you a friend. If you don’t, that’s fine, I’m not forcing you or anything. To each their own. But that’s beside the point-” A lengthy chuckle cuts you off. “Does a friend answer their comm in the middle of the night cycle and perform surgery with sub-optimal tools?” You’re not sure if he’s insulting you or trying to make a meaningful point. Maybe both. “If so,” he continues, lips quirking into an intimidating but somehow genuine smile, “we are friends.” Your brain flatlines. “Oh,” you whisper. “OH,” it hits you like an F-15 Fighting Falcon at full speed. “I… okay. So, um, if you want to hang out and stuff, I can stick around until five o’clock. Then I’ll have to leave and get ready for work.”

“Good enough,” he scoffs good-naturedly, having returned to his bitchy old self with slightly less bitchiness. But the smile he doesn’t bother hiding betrays something deeper. Starscream is your friend. Starscream called himself your friend. Holy shit, you think you’re going to have an aneurysm.