#I am filled with need and want

[shot-by-cupid]

I AM SO UNWELL. I’m literally at work and I cannot focus on ANYTHING I CANNOT STOP THIMKINF ABOUT HIM

God give me courage god give me strength. I am weak in the knees. I need him so bad. Like I am deranged. I was robbed me personally I was robbed. This image flashes in my mind every 5 seconds and i actually keel over. I am drooling I am foaming at the mouth. If you saw the post on my other blog yes you did and you know exactly what I want

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[hinamie]

realizing how much i like drawing him a million years too late :<

[three-dee-ess]

Hey I saw your post about the puffy battery and my 3DS has that (it’s starting to crack the case). I knew it was affecting the battery life but I didn’t know that it was dangerous. How would you go about repairing/replacing this?

ok this is going on my FAQ after this. possibly in my pinned post.

Contact your local *non emergency* number and ask them how to dispose of a puffy lithium ion battery. Follow their instructions.

To remove the battery from the case (which is the best thing to do in that situation) follow the instructions linked in my pinned post "for physical 3DS issues" (https://www.ifixit.com/Device/Nintendo_Handheld_Console)

Be as careful as possible to NOT puncture the battery.

for getting a replacement, just look at the number on your 3DS's battery and type that into amazon. Should be plenty of results, all around $10~$20 USD and they should work perfectly fine. check the reviews if you are worried.

Again, if you have any battery that is bending or breaking the case, is is a legitimate explosion hazard. That battery can explode into a fiery ball of toxic gas. It is in your best interest to dispose of it as soon as possible.

this also goes for batteries inside of ANY electronic device. Switch batteries, macbook batteries, phone batteries, electric bike batteries are also examples of lithium ion batteries that get a lot of usage and often can get overcharged.

resource links:

[pianokantzart]

Obsessed with his little "I really want to help you up, but I'll give you a moment to let me know if you actually want me to help you up" gesture

[mollypaup]

i think a really great aspect of oofuri is how much it gets mihashi's ass for being overly timid and dependent. it would be really easy to write off the way he and abe interact as being abe's fault because he is overbearing, and a lot of people do, but it has some really great moments of going "hey, you cannot hide behind abe or depend on him to make every decision. it's not good for you, or him, or the team."

[meamiiikiii]

mirabelle with two swords!! :D

[phoenixkaptain]

OBSESSING over Kekkai Sensen again like it’s 2015 and I just found the show all over again

I am OBSESSED with Klaus and Leo’s relationship because it is fundamentally a man who is as intimidating as possible and a man who is as unintimidating as possible forming a bond of trust that begins with the very first meeting and only strengthens over time. Leonardo is the tiniest little guy and Klaus is so big and when you put the pair of them right beside each other, it is the funniest visual contrast.

And they both have the primary colour of red, the colour of passion and pain and suffering and obsession because they are both passionate and pained and suffering and obsessed and they fit together so well, with Leonardo seeing exactly what Klaus needs, they are a functionally perfect duo.

And they trust each other so much, SO MUCH. Leo trusts Klaus more than anyone else in the office (he SAYS SO in the manga) and Klaus trusts what Leo says without a second thought (partially because he is just that type of guy) and Leo is constantly and consistently thinking about making Klaus proud of him and Klaus’ words are what give him the courage to keep moving forward and Klaus gets questioned on hiring Leo so many times but always says it’s Very Necessary and-

The mach monkey is so fucking cute I can barely even stand it. He has a little face and those big old eyes and he is the cutest little fucker ever drawn and I just want to cuddle and snuggle him for forever because Leo could have killed him and chose to look beneath the surface level of the situation and saved him and he is just a little itty bitty monkey who is perfect in every way and I love him with my whole heart and then some because how did someone draw such a perfect creature-

Anyway. I’ve been a tad into Blood Blockade Battlefront recently.

[krotiation]

Your tag is keeping on playing in my head. Like - just how much of Tales had Jack spent thinking of his revenge and taking over it all. And how much he actually enjoyed spending time. Could he really look through Rhys' memories or was it just some folders Rhys kept on his Echo Eye. Was he just thinking about how to use him or did he catch himself being actually proud of him and happy to be stuck in this guys head specifically. Grrrrr hologram Jack tell us more

I personally think Jack had some type of attachment to Rhys, even if it wasn’t his intentions like… at all. Sure, getting back on Helios and taking over Rhys body was always the main goal, and whether he came to like Rhys or not wasn’t gonna stop him from going through with his plan, but Jack was almost predisposed to eventually become obsessed with him. Strap in, I’m about to ramble

First of all, I imagine that Rhys reminded him a lot of Angel. Rhys was young, he looked up to Jack almost naively so, but he was snarky and also defied him sometimes which Angel did too. I made a real long post about this a couple months ago but basically, Rhys and Angel share a lot of similarities in how Jack treated them. Jack probably did feel proud over Rhys at times, and thankful that it was Rhys and not some other Hyperion employee with the personality of a napkin. It feels more personal than just “let’s manipulate this kid and take his body”, even if that ultimately was the end goal.  And after Jack was plugged into Helios and found out about what happened to not just Angel but Nisha as well? Not to mention Wilhelm being dead and Timothy leaving for the casino? Rhys was the only one Jack somewhat trusted who wasn’t already dead or long gone

But also, imagine this: you’re quite literally inside someone else’s brain. Everything you see and hear, everywhere you go, everyone you interact with, is through this dweeb with the most questionable fashion sense on Pandora (which says a LOT). No one can see you except for him. You’re dependent on him in every sense of the word. If he pisses you off, you can’t do your usual routine of beating or killing him. You HAVE to get close to (or at the very least, used to) him, something your paranoid ass hasn't allowed yourself to do for years

And honestly, Rhys’ software has bled into Jack as much, if not more, as the Jack AI has bled into Rhys. This is just my personal headcanon but I definitely think some part of Jack felt a little hollow when he left Rhys’ head on Helios, almost like having a tooth ripped out (or… being the tooth that got ripped out). Some part of him expected Rhys to be as dependent on Jack as Jack was on him, which is why he thought Rhys would just mindlessly agree to essentially be his meat puppet. But then he not only rejected him, he tried to leave too. The only one Jack had left, who became such a huge part of his holographic life, physically and emotionally. The only one who hadn’t died, left or abandoned him up until this point, wanted to leave

Jack was back on Helios, back on his throne, and he had everything in his power to regain control of Hyperion. Despite how horrified Rhys was over Jack’s plan, he didn’t have any intentions to kill Jack, and had Rhys been any less important to Jack, he could have let him go or commanded someone else go after him while he focused on getting another employee to give him their body. The only problem was that Jack was attached to Rhys and took this as a betrayal, just like Angel and Moxxi had been close to him until they betrayed him too. So what if Helios paid the price for Jack’s revenge? So what if Jack was going to die killing Rhys? It was too personal to not risk everything for

This is a very complicated way of saying I definitely think Jack cared about Rhys, whether that be because he was emotionally attached or because he was literally inside this guy’s brain and couldn’t help but get attached. Everywhere he looked, there was Rhys and only Rhys. So yeah, he DEFINITELY thought about Rhys a lot. Probably more so than Katagawa did. It’s a special kind of horrific <3

[chaoticcandies1]

i don't know exactly if this is what anon over on @nasuversekinkmeme wanted, but i tried?

the prompt

[gortash-week]

i will stop yapping on about this (im lying) but i've made a lil form for post-gort-week analysis (aka i like seeing the pie charts and im curious about information)

only 3 required questions! the last two are optional feedback that would be neat to hear about :3

completely anonymous, also completely optional but it will help me to make sure the next event is even better!! (im always itching to improve)

thank u if u fill it out! :D

[cowboycyns]

john marston complaining about how ugly he is when looking in the mirror bc of his scars but you pulling him in to grab his face and smooch it all over until he’s laughing in his rumbling, gravely way then saying “will you stop it? I get it.” But him just pulling you closer and giving you a little smooch before you pat his hair down away from his eyes !!!!

[merakiui]

i like to think azul purposely puts himself in terrible situations so that it's an excuse for darling to come to his aid.

he doesn't eat enough so he's on the verge of passing out during a lecture so that you'll take notice of his pale, sickly features and offer to walk him to the infirmary. and he's just so hungry and tired so it's fine if he leans on you for support, wrapping an arm around your waist under the guise of needing your help so he won't flop over.

he falls off his broom in flight class (though he's still relatively close to the ground) so that you'll be the first one to fret over him, asking if he's okay, if he's hurt anywhere, if you should call for coach vargas.

he puts on such a convincing act when he yawns and scrubs the faux exhaustion from his eyes in hopes that you'll tell him to rest (and you always do because you care oh-so-much for your friends and he knows you have a tendency to play caretaker for the ones you care about).

if he's really so far-gone into his obsession, he'll neglect to take his transformation potion so that you're the first one to come barging into mostro lounge to ask if he's okay.

he's even thought about breaking his glasses so that you'll have to be his eyes for the day, dictating what's written on the board for him or even sharing a notebook together. oh, the things he does for the sake of love...

azul calculates these little imperfections and they're only for your sake. if you aren't around, he's completely fine. normal, actually. but if you're within earshot or you happen to be looking his way, suddenly he's sickly, exhausted, gloomy, a clumsy mess. azul hates to look anything less than perfect, but then he also likes to be cared for by you a little too much. he likes to worry you so that you'll always stay by his side, so that you'll continue to check in, so that he can take more and more of your kindness and goodwill until there's no more left for you to dish out to anyone else. and he's making progress, too! you offered to keep him company when he insisted on staying late at the lounge to finish paperwork. there are indeed rewards to these risks. it just takes time. fortunately, he can exercise patience.

azul is by no means weak. he knows what image he's cultivating for you. he knows exactly what he's doing when he tells you he'll be indisposed for a few days because of mer biology (and he phrases it in a way where you just have to know more because he refuses to tell you enough information), and if you're truly curious you're more than welcome to visit while he's indisposed. :)

he knows how to cast his lines, wait for a bite, and then reel in. he knows what he's doing when he puts himself in vulnerable, often flustering situations just so he can keep your eyes fixated on him at all times. and unfortunately you don't know octo-mers mate for life. azul conveniently left that little detail out when you agreed to help him when biological imperative (and a particularly potent aphrodisiac) comes calling. he'll affix himself to you like the worst parasite, and if you spend enough time with him you might just find yourself reflecting the same maddening codependency he has for you.

oh, the things he does for love. you're lucky he loves you so much, otherwise he'd never forgive you for the effect you have on him. but if putting himself down—if orchestrating manufactured vulnerability—is what it takes to have you all to himself he'll gladly play the part of the clumsy octopus.

[acethedbdgamer]

Me the instant frank stone chapter is real

[longtallglasses]

if in s5 Mike and Will have to hide from something in the upside down or hide in a closet, this is the energy I'd like to see, from my blair witch fic, hands over mouths to keep quiet the whole shebang.

“Well, we’ll try, won’t we? I’m not losing you again, Will.”

Will raises his head to look at him, nervous to ask, “You’re not scared of me?” his voice oh so small.

Mike shakes his head like he’s disgusted with the words coming out. “No, I could never be scared of you. Need I repeat you just carried me through the woods, in the dark, on your own. You're my hero.” Mike says adamantly.

Will sighs, he wishes he could feel the words Mike is saying. Mike doesn’t know though, he didn’t see the delight on his face when he ripped open that bunny’s guts, he doesn’t know that there’s evil dormant in his body.

“I think you should be scared of me,” he says.

Mike almost looks like he's gonna get angry, but then he takes Will's hands in his, and his eyes go impossibly soft, “I meant what I said, Will. You’re perfect. To me you’re- you’re everything… I- I love you so much.”

Will stills at his words. His hands still in Mike's. He stops shaking and looks up. Mike’s looking at him like he’s worried he said the wrong thing. But, no, he said the most absolute right thing.

He’s going to ask. He’s going to ask what he means, say more. When they hear the unmistakable crunch of footsteps.

They both lock eyes, widening in dawning fear.

“Wh-” Mike starts, but Will quickly shoves his hand over his mouth. He drags him to the ground, maybe it will make them smaller, more easily hidden. Laying facing each other, Will indicates silence. Mike nods, he brings his own hand up to cover Will’s mouth.

The feet stalk around the tent. The two of them don’t break eye contact, like they’re having a competition for it. Will wants to remind Mike it’s not real.

Mike closes his eyes for just an instant, “Mm!” Will hums through his hand. Mike pushes Will’s hand aside, “I thought you said be quiet?” he mouths the words. “Yeah, but I need to see your eyes, don’t look away.”

More crunching, and then the giggles come, and Will wants to scream. Of course they’ve come, of course they found them.

“It’s not real, remember?” Mike says.

Every sound feels torturous, like they’re taunting him, goading him, wanting him to crack, wanting him to fall apart. He knows it and it’s working.

“Hey,” Mike says, he didn’t realize he had looked away. “Don’t look away. Nothing else is real. Just look at me, nothing else is real.”

Will looks at him pleading, make it stop. Make everything go away please.

Maybe he said that out loud he doesn’t know, because then Mike is pulling his face in so close their noses are touching. Their eyes transfixed on only one possible focal point.

“Nothing else is real,” Mike repeats, “just us. Don’t look away, cus nothing else is real.”

Will nods as much as he can, “Nothing else is real.”

"Everything outside of the tent isn't real, just me and you, don't look away."

"Don't look away," Will repeats. They stare into each others eyes until everything falls away. It really is just them. He's never looked at anyone so intensely. The brown of Mike's eyes seem to grow larger and larger, he thinks it really is the only thing that's real in the world.

“We’re the only thing that’s real right now, nothing else exists.” Mike whispers right against his lips.

And something in those words unleashes a dam. A dam so painstakingly built, but full of so many holes. He watches the water rush right over them as Mike connects their lips.

[oneofthosenightbees]

(Okay wait so sorry I was just thinking about thay marrying Heket post and like, it's 3AM I just got this thought. The lamb can like, canonically read minds. Heket can't speak much but she can still think lmao, so out of everyone, the lamb is the only one who can actually hear what she has to say in a way. It made me EMOTIONAL so i needed to share the thought. Very sorry)

It’s ok! It’s fun getting to answer asks and splurge about my lambket hcs.

Also speaking on the lamb reading minds, I had the same hc for them when I first started drawing them and getting this ask reminded me of that and I’m so glad I’m not the only one who thought of it😭. To expand on it a little bit, the lamb didn’t start reading her mind when they first met since things were still tense after everything that’s happened, and they didn’t want to invade her privacy out of respect. Others tried to convince them otherwise and say it was careless to not check in on the ex-bishop, saying that it was highly possible that she might be planning against them, however, the lamb still went out of their way to do anything they can to gain her trust. Heket was skeptical at first, and thought their gestures of kindness was just a ploy for something more malicious (it wasn’t, the lamb is just gay), but once enough time has passed and she was convinced they really meant no harm, Heket allowed them to read their mind out of convenience.

Usually Heket would tap the lamb on then shoulder once or twice to signal to them read what she wanted to say, but overtime the lamb just kinda knew when they should start reading. And since then, it’s been a lots less stressful and annoying on Hekets part to communicate with others now that she has someone willing to listen and tell others what she really means. And after getting married, it’s often common for them to just have full on conversations with each other with just the lamb reading Hekets thoughts while they happily stay by her side to listen to her talk about whatever is on her mind and listening to the bashful compliments they get from her once in a while. Ones that only the lamb has the honour of hearing.