#hope u are all well btw ^_^

[linkvcr]

Hmmm. I need to draw more for other links meet aus

[msmimundo]

In which Perry finds a way to slowdance (and succeeds they make out right after)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Oh boy it’s birthday

26 whole entire years and I haven’t died once. Yeehaw, fellas

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

[sixofclovers]

saw your recent post (cool as shit btw that's really incredible) but I have to ask if you like ENA Dream BBQ?? I would not be surprised if that game's animation was inspired off of you or vice versa

Anyway, how did you learn to animate? I've tried once or twice but have been to intimidated to actually start. I can draw still images but I feel like it's witchcraft when you animators actually make them move

Thanks so much! I have to say I'd never heard of ENA Dream BBQ before (not much of a gamer, that is a random string of words to me) but a few others have mentioned it too- I can see the similarities! No association as far as I know tho haha, but it looks really cool

I started animating just before UNI and did it for my undergrad, but didn't engage in the environment tbh- I honestly learned to animate by sitting down and animating, I know that's the lame common answer but you really learn the most by doing. I've just started my masters (after 6 years away from school and a whole new attitude) and still have sooo much to learn (exciting). I also began animating in toonboom (a bit intimidating) but apps like flip-a-clip, procreate, even clip studio paint are great for getting a feel for frames and timing, keeping it simple helped me

To actually start out I'd recommend doing studies and the basics, do some small exercises on Disney's 12 principles of animation, do the bouncing ball, try a walk cycle, follow a tutorial you like on YT, do some life drawing. If you can draw still images draw two in different poses and start by adding a single drawing between them to see how it moves, how the timing feels. When you get sick of that try animating your fave character with their hair blowing in the wind, blinking, something small and fun to reset :) Especially if you can already draw it can feel demoralising to not be as good when you first start animating, but that just means you have a good foundation

I also think it helps to enjoy the process, though it can be tedious or frustrating. I know people make jokes about it being a pain but it's like bringing something to life, its awesome. And try to find some pride in whatever you make because you'll have learned so much to improve next time

This was my first animation over 10 years ago, I watched that A Lullaby for Gods and loved it so much I tried my own. You don't have to share your work cause I know that can feel vulnerable, but make what you like and keep what you make hasn't steered me wrong yet :)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I’ve never felt quite as vindicated as I do whenever you tear a strip of off fanon Gojo. It’s so bizarre to watch an already tragic character be purposefully misconstrued because he’s not tragic in the way they’d like him to be.

LITERALLLYYYYYYYY thank you anon …… i’m very happy that we’re in this together. it’s insufferable!!!!!! frankly!!!!!!!!!!!!! gojo is already plenty tragic without them forcing feelings onto him that he simply doesn’t carry -_- ……. and then they use that misconception as a leeway into criticizing other characters, calling them ooc, and acting like gojo’s ending was just so terribly sad for him when it very much wasn’t in his own eyes. the kids are okay, their society is improving slowly but surely and the burden is no longer falling on the youth — he gets to be with his best friend again, the one he’s longed for. not only that, but he was recognized as a human being and dismantled of his title as the strongest by sukuna before he passed on. and yuji, in some sense of the word, taught sukuna about love in his place. (he surpassed him, some might say <3 ……… which is what he wished for more than Anything.)

gojo is a very tragic character but his tragedy mainly lies in the fact that he accepts the conditions of his own life and deals with it all quietly, without complaint. from his isolation, to his sleep schedule, to his body being violated. he makes the best of it. he rolls with the punches. it’s sad because he doesn’t find it sad. it’s tragic because he wouldn’t call his life a tragedy, he’d go ”well, i managed to make megumi laugh at the end there, so isn’t it fine?” and smile.

[pearsandrust]

thinking about feixiao and moze again and tearing up ... what do you mean "he reminds me of how i was in the borisin war camps". what do you mean both of them struggled with being too weak to protect their loved ones. both of them grew up being silenced. neither of them knew how to speak well when they were rescued. both of them turned down a peaceful life for a chance at revenge. both of them have wing/feather motifs.

do you ever think about how the abundance prolonged moze's life and shortened feixiao's -- and yet they both drew on its power for the same reason? do you ever think about how moze believed the disciples saved him but actually felt like they were his enemies? and how feixiao is the exact opposite, an enemy that feels like a savior?

maybe feixiao also finds solace in being moze's "enemy". she knows he'll never succeed in assassinating her. she knows she has to die by lan's arrow, just like general yueyu did before her. and yet the fact that moze keeps trying to kill feixiao anyway is, in itself, a source of hope. because it means that someone believes her fate is still uncertain, no matter how misguided that belief is. it means someone still cares about her rather than her destiny.

i can't imagine that either of them had envisioned this dynamic when they originally met, but it fits them. they can be close while knowing that one of them is trying to kill the other. after all, yaoqing trio is exceptionally good at realizing that two things can be true at once

[y-elleven]

i think oliver gets a little crazy when you like. get bossy. you order him around a little and he gets hard. snap at him with a little fire in your voice or sneer just a little and he gets even harder. and he wont even try to initiate anything with you until he's finished what you've ordered him to do. he wants to be good for you, even though he isn't really a good man at all

[kagooleo]

last month's commission batch! everybody has wonderful designs for their oc's and character interpretations so those are always a blast ♪~(^∇^*)d

my commissions are still open on ko-fi if you're interested in one!

[yunamiudon]

The End of the War !!

My codywan piece I did for New Beginnings by @thecodywanzine. Thank you for all the hard work!

(Actually, this was a re-drawing of a piece I did two years ago. I decided to draw this cuz I thought the end of the war is the beginning of their new days.)

[thedeadthree]

THE SUN ON YOUR FACE ON YOUR SHOULDERS ITS GOLDEN MOUTH WHISPERING (SO IT SEEMS) YOU! YOU! YOU! — 𝐂𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟. (x)

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[archersartcorner]

Back in Far Harbor gang… I get they probably didn’t want to extend a cutscene where the player had no control out too long, but I do wish in the Acadia meeting that you can eavesdrop on they brought up Nick 😭 but they do Not so here’s me making up scenarios. The Usual. 😏

[fumifooms]

I think you made me start shipping Marchil

Your posts got me thinking about their dynamic then I wrote a fic that was supposed to be platonic but midway through I realized it could actually be interpreted as romantic too and now I'm just sad about how little time they'll have together

First of all, you have a lovely icon, second, I’m so honored… I finally read Not a bad way to go and it was soo so good like. My god!!! Pre-canon is underused and you did so many interesting things with it.

It sounded like a cruel joke, that the one who needed her concern the most was also the one least interested in it.

^^^ go read it go read it

Chilchuck was drunk enough that he needed to hold onto the walls not to fall, but apparently still sober enough to remember emotional vulnerability was his worst enemy, as he made sure to avert her eyes and said: “Namari made me come talk to you ” to make it clear he wasn't being nice voluntarily.

Yeah.

“Of course I'm scared of dying.” He scoffed. Did she really think so little of him? “But if I could choose, I would want to die doing something I love, like drinking. Or maybe fucking,”

Maybe you wish you didn’t know but my new favorite HC because of this is that Chil dies yes prematurely not of liver failure though but during coitus. Especially if marchil, the thought of him busting a nut and his heart giving out makes me laugh so hard. My god. Lmao. Oh god. Lmfao. Worst day of her life

Marcille knew Chilchuck wasn't a kid, but she often struggled to take him seriously as an adult because he was just so adorable and small. In this moment, however, she saw them exactly for what they were, even if it was just a glimpse. A sheltered, naive little girl trying to tell a tired, much more experienced man how to live the rest of his life.

Standing ovation

She tried to find an explanation to give him, but she couldn't even find one for herself. Why would she miss him? He was just Chilchuck, her coworker, Chilchuck who was cold, aloof, sometimes crass, evasive, and even outright mean. He who was level headed, reliable, trustworthy, perceptive and clever. He who had the least time left, even in a best case scenario. “I guess that despite your best efforts, there's still a lot to like about you.”

This fic goes so hard, standing ovation pt 2

“I just think it's better if we don't get too close. Don't you agree?” “I… maybe” she said, uncertain as he didn't know how to feel about that. Caring about people would only hurt her in the wrong run, she knew that, but unfortunately she couldn't help it.

I looove how they can be read to be similar on this aspect. My hand clenching around my phone as I rear up to rant about Marcille and the way she does keep people at an arm’s length subconsciously again my god my goood. Obsessed with this obsessed with this, underused for marchil. Terrified of loss through death vs rejection duo I love youuu

Brilliant ending I’m in shambles. I’m not gonna spoil it

You get marchil so much you truly do. The way they mesh, the way their views on mortality clash and both soothe & bruise… He doesn’t have much time left even in best case scenario (which Mr I won’t eat well I’ll drink and smoke a lot I’ll stress all day every day is determined to not make happen) which makes it all the more meaningful for Marcille’s arc when she learns from him to finally enjoy the present moments… It’ll only be a fraction of her life, but to him he’s giving her the rest of his life. What are some decades of love worth? Worth it, surely, if nothing else

[azaracyy]

"true partner" click here for the uquiz created by @/niconicomuda on twitter

[gorbo-longstocking]

☹ ahem, don't mind me being evil but...

Evil twin + marianus's life saving surgery... (If he didn't make it)

This was all your fault. You stood, covered in another man’s blood, dumbfounded when you realized his heart was no longer beating. Marianus’ chest cavity was open, you could see that his ventricles had gone still. At first, when he stopped moving, you had thought the pain had become too great and he’d finally, blessedly gone into shock. You had kept working, kept stitching, and cutting, and cauterizing until Aelius let out a choked noise. Marianus had died on your table, and it was all your fault.

The praetorians took care of the body. Marianus was to be sent back to his family where they would perform a proper burial. Before that, though, you sewed him back up. Stitched, haphazard through the tears in your eyes, but empty save for his guts. Aelius left with them. Not before he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder before disappearing through the door. Justina had left as well, likely to tell Geta and Caracalla the news.

Good news to them, you realized through the grief. They had wanted Marianus dead. It was you who killed him, though. Why couldn’t you have been better? Steadier? More skilled, and more determined? Marianus took that blade meant for you, and you had failed to return the favor. You had failed at the one thing you were good at.

This wasn’t the first time you had lost a patient, but this was the first time you had known him, and this was the first time this was your surgery alone. Before, you had better supplies, more hands, better medicine, more experienced surgeons. Here, in Rome, all you had was yourself.

It wasn’t enough. You weren’t enough. A sob built in the back of your throat while you vigorously scrubbed Marianus’ blood from your arms. You scrubbed until your skin was raw, your own blood replacing your dead friend’s. A part of you wanted to take your anger out on Geta and Caracalla. They were taking Marianus to be executed before this, but the truth of the matter hung heavy on your shoulders. If you saved Marianus, they would have let him live, and you failed.

That night, you slept with the door locked, closed before Caracalla could get inside. At first he begged, then he scrabbled at the door like a dog, before he began to scream obscenities. You didn’t sleep, you let yourself listen to them. To remind yourself that Caracalla was right. You were being selfish, you were cruel and unkind, that you needed him, and that you deserved to be alone. The latter came when he finally gave up. Once it was silent, you let yourself cry again.

Morning came and went. Caracalla didn’t return until the afternoon where he found your door still locked. At first he was angry before that gave way to concern, then that gave way to terror. Geta’s voice joined his later. You agreed with him, you were throwing a tantrum, but Marianus was more than ‘some soldier,’ his life was in your hands. Like Caracalla, his anger faltered when you didn’t respond, and before you knew it, your door was off its hinges and four praetorians were dragging you from your bed.

You were too out of it to see the relief on Geta’s face when you stood in the hallway, your gaze fixated on your bare feet. Caracalla clung to you, and though you were so very tired, you carded your fingers through his hair.

Geta spoke first, hard, but not unyielding. “Does the death of one soldier truly weigh so heavily on your conscience?”

“If I cannot save even one life, then what use am I?”

You made Caracalla cry with that.

Truly, what use were you?

[qulizalfos]

strawberry wine by noah kahan playing softly in the background :)

yall this is a redraw of one of my favorite scenes from chapter 2 of homesick. by the amazing talented kind and wonderful wayli @wayward-sherlock and basically i cannot urge you to read this fic enough - the prose, the characterization, the dialogue and the vibes are all IMPECCABLE and so, so vivid. wayli's eloquence is super impactful and i adore every sentence. also the depth and thought and care that has gone into it is INSANE. you would not believe it. genuinely. thank u so much for letting me beta this wayli i cannot emphasize enough what an HONOR it is and i love u sm<3333

click for quality, closeups under the cut🫡