#but I'm so hungry...

[valeechtine]

Having disorders that just make you Exhausted is craycray what do you mean I haven't left my bed the whole day because of One lab that I had yesterday that takes a bit more effort than usual.

[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.

[auchrauch]

i really wanted to give this work some cool meaningful title, but my head hurts, I'm annoyed by an overenergetic little kitten, I'm hungry and I probably have a fever, so I didn't come up with anything :(

some close ups

and a vertical version, because why not

[chimchiri]

Different practice doodles

Ianthe ended up looking like she has a chicken leg arm. Yum!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sublime Equine.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[curapicas]

labru be like "what if we spend the rest of our lives taking turns in infodumping and being unnerved by each other's special interests"

[maranull]

anyway, Elden Ring is about love and hope

Marika burns everything she has build out of sorrow

Ranni banishes the Outer Gods and also fucks off the Lands, giving agency back to the normal beings of the Lands

Fortissax endlessly fights Death for his friend/lover

Melina burns herself and Erdtree in hopes of a better world in the hands of the Tarnished

Blaidd fights against the very reason he was created out of love for his sister

Ranni and Rykard always keep an eye on their mother, protecting her

Radahn evokes so much love from his troops that they organise a whole festival to give him a honorable death even in his madness

Radahn learns an entire new school of magic in order to still ride his favourite horse

Boc's love for his mother, his mother's love for him

How all but two endings are build on the hope that this new era (whatever it might be) will be good

Miquella attempting to create an whole new world-tree to host the forsaken and the damned

Miquella turning on the faith he was raised and even believed in to an extent, when it was unable to cure his sister's curse

The Cleanrot's loyalty to Malenia and their endurance of the Rot, only to stay in her service

Malenia marching through the entire continent in search of her brother

Finlay traveling all the way back on her own, carrying the incapacitated demigod on her back

Tanith's love for Rya

Dialos' entire questline

Edgar being driven mad after his daughter dies

Vyke embracing, to a point, the Frenzied Flame in order to save his finger maiden

or you know, that's just how I see it

[songthursh]

A very, VERY basic doctors argument

[tra1nchi]

Heyaaa 🤩🤩

can I request blade as ur colleague friend who has a slightly crush on u then he gets jealous when u talked to a guy he hates!! he just a snaps and fucks you in the restroom :>>>

-🤓

MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,,Jealous Blade,,Choking,,Rough sex,,

Blade couldn't care less for you when you first joined the stellaron hunters,, you were just another addition to the group that would most likely get in his way,,but after being sent on a mission together he can't help himself but start to tolerate you!!

At first he thought of you as just a friend,,nothing more then someone to allow himself to rely on,,even as he started to catch himself looking at you in a different way,,growing more protective over you and sticking to your side like glue even as he denied it!!

on a particular mission you both were on,,he allowed you to stop for food,,albeit with reluctance and a short grumble,,while he waited for you,,he noticed how the food stall worker was looking at you with lust!!

Their eyes trailed up and down your body as you seem completely oblivious to it,,only laughing politely at the workers flirtatious attempts,,The worker stopped suddenly much to your confusion,,a firm hand was pressed to your shoulder!! >□<

Pulling you away from the worker in a fit of jealousy,,ignoring your confused protests to being practically dragging you across the food court,,being shoved into a small bathroom that barely fit the both of you!!

"Did you not notice the way he looked at you? Are you really that oblivious.." He grunts out,,his breath hot on your ear as he flushed his body up against yours,,His hands holding tightly onto your hips!! His grip was really tight,,

Before you knew it,,blade had pinned you up against the bathroom wall,, pistoning in and out of you without letting you take a breath!! His hand went from your hips to jerking your cock so rapidly!! Taking all of his jealously out on your precious body,,

his free hand slowly occupied itself with your neck,, choking you lightly as he grows closer to orgasm,,biting down on your back to hold back his groans,, His hips bucking uncontrollably into you!! >□<

[rubydubydoo122]

Robin!Jason, Dying: Honestly, this isn't even the most traumatic thing that has happened to me.

The Joker: Excuse me? this is so traumatic. I'm about to blow you up.

Robin!Jason: I was homeless at 9, a pasty man with a crowbar isn't really that scary compared to the streets of crime alley

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

self-love is me resisting the urge to eat the leftovers I have in the fridge as a bedtime snack, out of compassion and adoration for future-me, who deserves to wake up in the morning and eat something delicious without having to cook it first

[oh-biwan]

"Each day you feel me devour your soul."

[yangjeongin]

HYUNJIN | 5-STAR DOME TOUR NAGOYA DAY 2 ENDING

[crabsnpersimmons]

Sun! Sun! MaKe mE SpRiNg RoLlS PlEaSE

‐hungry anon-

oooh springs rolls sound yum! what kind of spring rolls are your favourite?

[rodatirhaalo]

Thinkin' about how Samantha Béart said "karlach would've liked to open a tavern if she got the chance", and how The Gang uses the true resurrection scroll on Karlach 0.01 seconds after the credits roll (because OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO), and how she would totally open that tavern with her Hero Money, and how she'd definitely have potato wedges you could order named "Mama K's Taters".

[fl00mie]

ERROR!INK (ASYNC SANS)

ok so, finally came with a full idea of this character:D an error version of ink. i'll be listing some facts and clarifications about him to prevent any kind of confusion, just under the cut!

i wanted to write his entire backstory on here but it ended up being a little too much longer than i expected so maybe i'll make a comic about it- or no (wheheh). but basically everything started when he also tore his soul but appeared in the anti-void instead of a normal void that would eventually become his doodle sphere

now, his design choices

he's wearing the first ever clothes he used in His Story comic

his eyes colors were chosen thanks to their inverts, those specific magenta and blue are the opposites of green and yellow, the first colors he experienced in his original story

the marks on his body are white to represent the meaning of the few white garments in his original design: "The white layer underneath says how he attempts to hide who he is, but his emptiness sometimes shines through."

his "tattoos" are no longer illegible when he turns into an error, they become common binary codes (the font used for these is Note This, ink's official font)

the red (magenta) eye is on the right side to somehow symbolize the blood his "scar" would cause

there is no yellow on his clothes to show how secretive he is, as he constantly hides half his face in his scarf

personality traits and extra facts!

as said before he is someone incredibly reserved, mostly because while being in his 5 senses he is afraid of his self without his doses of paints and tries to not attract attention

nonetheless, he likes being around people, he would probably travel across universes to hang out hidden in crowded places

the "specific situations" mentioned on the first part of the sheet refer, for the most part, to self-defense. but there may be other situations where he simply creates stuff that people ask for from time to time

compared to his original counterpart, he will take much longer to drain as he'll rarely use his powers

if he talks for too much time he'll glitch for an instant and forget everything he was saying. that is one of the reason he doesn't enjoy talking so much

when he's in the doodle sphere he often has momentary traumatic hallucinations, so he tries to leave that place as quickly as possible

these previously mentioned hallucinations also happen in panic situations or as a sign that the ingested paints are no longer effective

okie dokie i think that's all for now<3 if anything comes to my mind later or anytime i'll try to post it or smth! hope you like it🫶

ink sans by @/comyet