also can I just say. the difference between the joy of fit and bagi having a full day with blue, getting acquainted with the base, reuniting with their loved ones, all relieved to have more materials and more of a team - and then the absolute misery of etoiles and roier, moving the few valuable possessions red has to a new base that got immediately discovered anyway, losing all their gear, getting it back, then burning it themselves before killing eachother, is just so fucking funny. the new blues had freshman orientation while the new reds had a trial by fire canon event
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So I’ve seen lots of debate about this on here and I think this is v interesting. I could see it going kinda any way, and there have been good arguments all around. I’m not entirely sure who I see the shard going to so:
(Reblog to get more votes and widen the pool etc etc you know the deal)
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you absolutely already know this, but i adore your work. i think it's hard to avoid the pressure of being surrounded by people we might consider "true artists," but the fact is that, frankly, everyone who makes art is an artist.
before this year, i hadn't drawn a complete piece in nearly three years. the line work i did produce felt abysmal and i was tempted to give up. then, i saw your comic and i thought, "wow, that's really cute, and it looks like a fun style to emulate."
i drew you, pondering me, eating grass. and it WAS fun. i forgot how fun it could be. i can draw lesbian horses, or pony!WWX throwing a chicken, or me eating grass. i can even make shitty memes! and all of it, no matter how good or how bad, is fun again.
you bring a lot of fun to people here. that's something equally as important as people who cultivate fancy line work or expert level digital painting. i'm sure that's something you know, but i hope it never hurts to hear it.
happy first season, friend! i can't wait to see the rest.
As a chronic perfectionist, it's been a long journey for me to accept that 'done is better than nothing' and that the worst critical voice is my own. Sure there's people who've gone to professional art schools, and those with a more than a decade of experience on me, but honestly? Would I tell a child their sonic drawing isn't art? Just because they have no 'experience' or 'technique'? Absolutely not. So I'm no longer saying my efforts should not count as art.
At the end of the day, art is what we choose to make it. We have the power to create whatever we want. And we are going to use it to have fun! We never lost the love and fun for creation we all had as children, we just told ourselves it wasn't enough. But it really is B*)
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stealing this message i sent my friend last night to post here because sometimes i think i’m funny
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Kafka, a bit conservative, and rather old-fashioned. A wild and hot take, I know (somehow), and yet I can't seem to read her any other way than that. I don't see a woman who dresses to impress others, I see a woman who dresses as she does because presentation is part of being. I don't see a woman who is inherently materialistic, and yet I still see a woman who bears a certain level of refined taste(s) in many things. I see a woman who would find an appeal and attraction in the manners of old, and you would a smile settling on her lips if she caught even the smallest glimpse of it anywhere still in the world around her. It's truly a dying art. But in that, I also absolutely do not see this woman as sleeping around by any means, it's reserved for dynamics dabbling in romantic nature without a single question of a doubt. This too, plays into an element of class that belongs to her like second nature (no, it's not nurtured to me), but more so than anything, despite the natural tendency for destruction that we've seen her capable of (a consequence of disconnect tied in with boredom, if you will): Kafka seems to approach many things in life with a semblance of respect. From how she fiddles to rectify her attire, to the rare things that she collects, to people's right to choice, to the social etiquette we see her practice, to the value we see her set to privacy; respect seems to be an odd trait that she possesses. Odd perhaps, to think of it for her, but when you look at the details, I feel like it's quite present.
But I digress, propriety and modesty are, in my opinion, deeply ingrained in her person and this means that a lot is kept behind lock and key. She will not lean into you unless you've intricately caught her interest and most importantly: kept it; you will not catch the bare expanse of a palm, unless you have an explicit reason to see it— Kafka lives within the distant senses, she's the fragrance that lingers when she's long gone, she's the shadow that you think you still see from the corner of your eye when she hasn't been there in days, she's the quiet, gentle laugh that you can't quite put out of your mind and ache to know the nature of. So when she stays, when she exists in your direct, and close proximity, she's already made a decision, there's already a choice made there, a commitment, if you will. Be it one of enduring curiosity, or one nestled in budding longing. But, remember, she's old-fashioned, she will smile, she will chuckle when the moment warrants it, she's clear, but she remains a woman of an older time, and so the initiation lies with you, no matter how much she might tempt your curiosity one step at a time, if you captured the attention of her own.
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