#but im sure you dont mind

[cephaloprincess]

i neeeed to see your loser gijinka going fishing....or grilling.....she is so

AN EXCUSE TO DRAW A WHOLE BUNCH OF LOSERS... dont mind if i do...!

[paper-mario-wiki]

theres a million blogs these days with names like "puppygirl-macrobulge" and "netflix-for-girl-balls" and whatnot who make 150 posts a day like "theyre all out of 'piss from a girl who's been holding it in all day playing factorio' at trader joes, whats the fcuking point of it all" and i gotta say, i didnt expect that to be its entire own genre of posting in the 2020s.

[inkskinned]

the rise of AI art isn't surprising to us. for our entire lives, the attitude towards our skills has always been - that's not a real thing. it has been consistently, repeatedly devalued.

people treat art - all forms of it - as if it could exist by accident, by rote. they don't understand how much art is in the world. someone designed your home. someone designed the sign inside of your local grocery store. when you quote a character or line from something in media, that's a line a real person wrote.

"i could do that." sure, but you didn't. there's this joke where a plumber comes over to a house and twists a single knob. charges the guy 10k. the guy, furious, asks how the hell the bill is so high. the plumber says - "turning the knob was a dollar. the knowledge is the rest of the money."

the trouble is that nobody believes artists have knowledge. that we actively study. that we work hard, beyond doing our scales and occasionally writing a poem. the trouble is that unless you are already framed in a museum or have a book on a shelf or some kind of product, you aren't really an artist. hell, because of where i post my work, i'll never be considered a poet.

the thing that makes you an artist is choice. the thing that makes all art is choice. AI art is the fetid belief that art is instead an equation. that it must answer a specific question. Even with machine learning, AI cannot make a choice the way we can - because the choices we make have always been personal, complicated. our skills cannot be confined to "prompt and execution." what we are "solving" isn't just a system of numbers - it is how we process our entire existence. it isn't just "2 and 2 is 4", it's staring hard at the numbers and making the four into an alligator. it's rearranging the letters to say ow and it is the ugly drawing we make in the margin.

at some point, you will be able to write something by feeding my work into a machine. it will be perfectly legible and even might sound like me. but a machine doesn't understand why i do these things. it can be taught preferences, habits, statistical probability. it doesn't know why certain vowels sound good to me. it doesn't know the private rules i keep. it doesn't know how to keep evolving.

"but i want something to exist that doesn't exist yet." great. i'm glad you feel creative. go ahead and pay a fucking artist for it.

this is all saying something we all already knew. the sad fucking truth: we have to die to remind you. only when we're gone do we suddenly finally fucking mean something to you. artists are not replicable. we each genuinely have a skill, talent, and process that makes us unique. and there's actual quiet power in everything we do.

[burnt-cookii]

Anon that requested a shadow milk drawing: I didn't release you already drew him OOPS- In that case, if you want to, could you draw your favorite cookie when you first starting playing CRK?

decided to draw them both insteaadd :'> its alright to ask for the same character

[illuminatedferret]

while I'm not going to add to the post because it's kind of off topic, @mxtxfanatic's recent ask about the law restricting godly interaction with their prior life reminded me that He Xuan's whole plan to replace Ming Yi upon ascension basically hinged on this law. If Ming Yi was at all expected to interact with anyone from his past life after his ascension, He Xuan's entire plan would have been jeopardized. Excellent actor though he may be, it's a hell of a lot harder to pretend to be someone to the guy's family and friends. He Xuan's able to replace him specifically at the time of ascension because no one from his past ever expects to hear from him again and no one he is about to meet would know any different if he was replaced. The law definitely has its purposes, but it's also definitely abuseable by the right people.

[littlelightfish]

I will scream at every non-romantic post I see about these guys. Writers be not afraid. I will love their non-romance fics. I'll blow up your coment section all alone if I have to. I will find you. Artists be not afraid. I will reach tag limit on your artpiece. If I see it at least. And if I don't, I will eventually. Or I'll try. Or @me so I won't fail you.

[erotic-writhings]

Hm i think I enjoy like living armour

Ohh I think I like that too, now I'm not sure if this allures you to them, but imagine waking up trapped inside one.

==========Horny=stuff=Below!===========

You had gone to sleep after a long day of exploring and didn't think anything of the old armor lining the hall, it was dull and probably wouldn't even get you anything if you pawned it. As you wake up the next morning though, the first thing you feel is cold metal touching every part of you. You try to struggle but your arms are held to your sides by the armor you now wear. You scream for help but your voice only echos off of the visor just in front of your face.

You didn't notice this but as you made camp for the night, a suit of living armor had its eyes on you. Something about you, your movement, your innate energy, or maybe merely your body heat drew it to you, and it wanted more.

It slowly disassembled itself and slid onto you, careful not to wake you. As it lifted itself off the ground with you inside, you made a grunt but it was quick to hush you. Using it's feelers and tendrils to soothingly brush against your skin until you fell back into a deeper sleep.

Now as you screamed in your living prison, it did the same as before, only this time it called attention to the fact you were mostly nude inside of here, it must have had to remove your clothes to assure you fit inside. As the slimy tendrils ran over your body you couldn't help but whimper, thoughts raced in your mind about being eaten or simply left to rot in here. Tears ran down your face but the tendrils quickly wiped them away, stroking your cheek. Was it trying to be kind to you?

While you still shook in its clutches, you began to try and focus on the behavior of the creature touching you. It was carrying out slow, gentle strokes across your body. Slimy, but not entirely bad. Suddenly you moaned. The creature's tendrils hand found it's way to your crotch. You tried to speak out against it "h-hey no w-wait a minute-" but you were cut off as you moaned again. The creature using it's feelers to find all the places that made you tick. You tried to struggle against it and protest but you were reminded that this creature had you entirely surrounded in its armor. Your limbs were now it's own and it didn't seem to understand english to know that you didn't want this.

But maybe that was good, maybe you did want this. The creature could sense that your fear was subsiding and more pleasurable feelings were growing inside of you, the noises you made now didn't sound as alarmed as they had once did. The creature continued, and pleasure began to block out any other sense you had. From the outside all anyone would see is a stock still suit of armor but on the inside was your writhing and panting body, maybe if someone listened close enough they could hear your muffled moans, but that was unlikely because the living armor was going to be highly defensive of you no matter what, not that you would have the time to worry about that.

[1driedpersimmon]

@cmoonghost I drew your Alfy 🥺 he is very cute n. Pretty n I love he… 🫶💕

[moeblob]

Look, I just think it's VERY funny and on brand that I thought of an entire premise of colorful characters for half the cast and immediately drew the only one void of color.

[roominthecastle]

Siegfried Farnon is based on eccentric vet Donald Sinclair, who Peter Wright worked closely with in his early career.

"You know, Donald died unexpectedly. And that morning, I remember the phone going, Jim Wight rang me to say Donald's died. Jim said, 'It's going to be a duller world without Donald Sinclair.' By gosh, it was. It has been."

[aspennntree]

since we only see the fucking. what do i call it. this thing.

when theyre alone do we think oscar has told the others about these weird merge episodes? because it doesnt seem like they know...

[lucalicatteart]

A new sculpture! Finally... I feel like I never sculpt anymore since I'm always sick or have some 500 other things going on or projects to finish, but I'm trying to schedule time to do it more often this year hopefully..! Just a generic fantasy creature as usual, but did try making the eyes a little more sparkly this time.. hrmm..

[scullcrusher101xd]

vb season 6 themed redraws, unfortunately i dont know the original artists...

[piningpercussionist]

Oh! Fucking. Duh. Obvious Roxie post I can make today: here's an emote I made for the sp:te server! (With variants of different degrees of completion...)

I was gonna go back and shade the comic colors Roxie but. Just ended up going w the colors picked off the screenshot. This screenshot, specifically!

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

ive never thought before about how the tardis had a whole life before the doctor but of course thats implied in it being already old and broken when the doctor steals it - "i was already a museum piece when you were young" okay 1) problematic age gap fhkjghjg kidding, 2) how long do tardises, like, serve? how much has she already seen at this point of the universe while the doctor is like just out of school itching to see any of it

and she was being repaired right? so not Out of use yet she might still do some more? wiki says the type 40 had been taken out of service at least by the time of the fourth doctor so maybe since she was like damaged or whatever maybe they were just seeing whether it was worth the effort to repair or if they were just gonna decommission her at this point. maybe she knew that this was basically it and now she'd either sit here for the rest of the time and disintegrate or be recycled or she can seduce this young timelord

im a little bit obsessed with this new angle on their relationship ngl. "and i stole you" yeah you fucking did!

[trainingdummyrabbit]

theres something about the temporary nature of death and general impermanence in the pmoonverse thats driving me fucking crazy but i dont know if i have the mind to dissect it

like... in lobcorp, death just happens. its background noise. its sad, sure, but you get used to it. you dont really get anything from caring about it other than being a little sadder than usual. if your favorite guy dies, you can just try the day again. and repeat, over and over, until you get what you want this time. its easy to fuck up, but its easy to fix, if you have the mind for it. textually, nobody Really dies there, though; given the records team's deal. everyone is always recorded, retrieved, removed at a whims notice. if you miss someone, you can put them back. or not. it doesnt really matter. its a face to a function, mostly.

and similar goes for ruina-- though theres less of an ability to truly "lose" someone. the library holds tight to those in its wings, as anyone can simply be put back together if something were to happen to them. and if things dont go right, you can simply try again. and again, and again, and again; you have all the time in the world, really, and the patience to wait for them to inevitably come back. decay doesnt really exist in a place like that, does it? even those that became books were simply put back somewhere-- Somewhere, but as they were. the library appears and then disappears just as quickly; leaving a mark intangible, not unlike a dream, but a mark nonetheless.

and with limbus, turning back the clock is the entire name of the game. you can fuck up however you want to, react however you want to, and well. if you die, dante will just put you back. easy peasy. theres caveats this time, but more or less, death is pretty much just a smack on the wrist at this point. a little more than that for dante, but well, theyre fine, so. whatever, right? of course. i cant speak for them as much as i can the others, but its very much there. look at it, its on the ceiling, and all.

and like, its. well its obvious from a gameplay standpoint, it makes the whole thing Work. but due to the diegetic nature of the whole thing, it weaves a strange sort of sensation. doesnt matter what happened, doesnt matter what mark it leaves-- youre fine. get up. again. especially with the framing character-- dante is the only one who kinda has to deal with the direct fallout of these actions (though, the narrative seems to stop looking at it after a point, which is understandable, but also still paints a picture.) x and angela mostly tend to overlook the whole process, directing rather than personally experiencing the whole thing.

idunno. these concies sure dont quence, or something