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halinski · 2 years

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edlucavalden · 18 days

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Learning to eat with your hands.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #kabru #kabru of utaya #kabru dungeon meshi #laios touden #laios dungeon meshi #art #labru #not rlly #whatever #toshiro dungeon meshi #HES THERE FOR 1 PANEL #kabru the “eat rice w hands” asian and toshiro “eat with chopsticks” asian #and laios our local white dude #aweeesommmeee #okonomiaki trio #I THINK? THAYS WHAY THEYRE CALLED?#comic practice kinda. i just wanted to f around #idfk where they could be eating #this was inspired by smth irl actually.#but it was a budol fight so ion think it matches here #and yes this is how you eat rice with your hands. you look weird if you do it any other way #weird not in an ugly way but in a “you will lick and suck your fingers on the dinner table weird”#update:my dad disproved this comi bc kabrus palm touched the rice in the 3rd panel. im a disgrace.

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watchingwisteria · 10 months

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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know #im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie #or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them #snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow!#but then shes gone…. for a while……#and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book #that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #tbosas #lucy gray baird #not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration #but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause #like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not.#snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time #he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets #and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets #he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved #but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall #he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires

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kaevch · 5 months

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JUST A PECK. (2)

kissing their forehead bcs they deserve it :(

— idia, malleus.

bonus:

dated: 11th April 2024.

#🍥 drawings !#no bonus for idia bcs this mf would jus hide himself from you #IM SO DONE I CANT DO THIS I MADE MALLEUS SO UGLY #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #idia shroud #malleus x reader #idia x reader #malleus fanart #idia fanart #gn reader

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sporesgalaxy · 2 years

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its so important to me that artists remember they can fuck around. you never have to use tools as intended. you can always skip steps. you dont have to be organized. you dont have to be neat. you can put as little effort as you want into the parts of the process you dont find fun. maybe if youre making products you cant do these things but on your own time you can do literally actually whatever the hell. it doesnt matter how long you spend on it youve made art and its complete when you decide to quit. yee haw

#breaks my heart when i see people sad they cant 'finish' anything . i used to post comics without panels #just a bunch of floating heads with speech bubbles. ugly phone pictures of them. night unreadable #and i learned so much from doing that. im good at a lot of things bc i made those. they were valuable #all art is like that!!!!!!!!!!#*throws a chair across the fucking #adddna

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inkskinned · 4 months

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today i love the red metal crane in her long neck arching her body over the boston skyline, which means i am okay for a moment. when i am unwell, everything is a little ugly. i always tell myself look for the beauty but when it is bad, i will look at birds and sunsets and little ducklings and feel absolutely nothing.

when my brother got his puppy, i was in a deep depression. what kind of monster isn't affected by a puppy. i was gentle and kind to her - i just didn't have an emotional reaction. she's five now and i feel like i spend all of our interactions apologizing to her - i don't know why. i just didn't feel anything. how embarrassing. i feel like if i admit that, i'll seem cruel and jaded. it comes in waves. like, two months ago when i went out into the world - it was like that. life behind a pane of stormglass. a firework could go off over your head - nothing. like dead skin, no reaction. not to ice cream or rainbows or baby chickens. life foggy and uninteresting.

i love goslings again. i love their little webbed feet splayed over grass. i love good food and live music and long walks. i like puppies. i feel like some kind of my soul has been starved - i keep staring at everything with wide eyes, trying to burrow the sensation into my stomach. it's real. beauty is real. when it's bad again, remember this. i stop and smell the flowers, feeling cliche in the moment. i like the white-to-red ombre of my neighbor's roses. i like colorcoding and yoga and cold drinks. i try to pass my hands over every moment, feeling like i'm squeezing joy out of every instant. remember this. for the love of god, it's real - just remember this.