#i did this in like 30 minutes LOL

[squid2corn]

Almost ready with part 2

[puppyeared]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[meymeyzart]

skater dudes

[autism-swagger]

Society if they hugged at the end of Scream 6

[mildmayfoxe]

to most people yoga is relaxing but to me, with the tightest muscles in the world, extremely out of shape in most ways, prone to very painful headrushes if i suddenly stand or sit up after being on the floor, it's uhhh. pretty hard

[keeps-ache]

workin on a thaaang

[maliciousalice]

[mitchmotch]

day 4 of 30 min sketch monday with @revalito! this time we decided to use a character generator ^^! on the left is my oc (i made him an immortal that hates it) and on the right is the 30 minute sketch i did of ginko's character! check out ginko's post for his art! ^^

[dylanconrique]

thinking about the time i got to chat with eric and melissa (and nathan) and melissa recognized my sailor moon tattoo in my zoom pfp and immediately starting singing the theme song. 🥺💗

[iamthemaestro]

man. I don't think I've ever spent so long on a piece of music because I've never had the motivation to follow through but I'm finally finishing up the writing for this brass quintet and I didn't realize how... significant it would feel to end it? I have friends who can write a 12 minute piece of music in less than a semester. for me it took nearly a year—of both writing and not writing, of crying in front of my parents and one of the best friends and composers I know and my extremely prestigious professor, of struggling to remember why I even chose to do this in the first place and being gently but repeatedly reminded what made me love music when I had been alone with it for so long. I'm not healed. the piece is not finished. it's not even, like, a huge magnum opus that I can really brag about. but I like it, which is more than I can say about most of my work these days, and I'm relatively proud of it. I can confidently say that this is the piece that's seen me through the most and it's going to be a little bit terrifying to end it

[solradguy]

AI "artists" really are the modern day digital version of that kid in high school that'd trace art from printouts or from their classmates' works and say they drew it despite never having drawn a day in their life. Fuckin grifters

[neuroticboyfriend]

i really like chemistry. especially biochemistry. i think i'll learn about it more. like the basics and all. i loved loved learned chem in HS. i just never like. idk valued that enough, since i thought it didnt matter if i wasnt going to school for it bc STEM school is brutal. but. my interests matter.

[windybitzh]

ignore how shitty this looks

[gooddboygonebadd]

This or That Tag Game

I was tagged by @blizzardfluffykpop ♡♡

painting or photography || dusk or dawn || spring or autumn || movies or tv shows || chocolate or nutella || audiobooks or podcasts || card games or board games || fiction or nonfiction || cookies or brownies || dragons or unicorns || bath or shower || blue or yellow || rollercoasters or bumper cars || iced tea or hot tea || left side of bed or right side of bed || zip-up hoodie or pullover hoodie || straight hair or curly hair || gummy worms or gummy bears || rain or snow || sneakers or flip-flops || bowling or mini-golf || pasta or pizza

This the first time it was kinda easy lol

Tagging: @seohotonin @septicrebel @renhaissance and anyone else who wants to join~

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 6: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

The winning option of yesterday's poll was that the adventurer should ask the Innkeeper about the suspicious egg he got from the Well Creature….

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After finishing his food scraps, he awkwardly creeps back over to the main counter, pulling up a stool and just hoping the Innkeeper will eventually make eye contact with him... She finally looks to the side whilst cleaning a glass, his chance to blurt out whatever he can.

"SO!- uh,, I um... I found something weird, or uh.. I didn't find it actually, I guess, I..... s-someone, or something.. gave it to me, as maybe..? a reward, or.. oh, well i-it doesn't matter why.. but UH, but so, I was just wondering, d-do you think you might know anything about it? about like, uh... stuff? Objects.. perhaps.....?"

She stares with equal parts amusement and concern, crossing her arms and letting out a soft chuckle, "Well, I've seen quite a variety of things while working here, so - Yeah, I could try to help you identify an item, if that's what you're asking."

"G-good. Okay. Well.. It's, uh..... this." He's barely even placed the little wooden egg box up on the counter before she's already slamming the lid shut and reaching over to force it back into his bag. Suddenly serious, her eyes dart around the room, scanning to ensure no-one else happened to notice.

"Don't EVER let anyone see you with that, okay??". Abrupt tone shift making him even more nervous, he just stares blankly, muttering a few gibberish noises whilst nodding at her in confirmation.

"I mean, I'm not absolutely certain," her voice lowers as she speaks, "but to me it looks exactly like a Caiploras egg. Those animals have been nearly extinct for at least a hundred years. Only tiny groups of them still exist here and there, and even those eventually get wiped out as soon as they're discovered. Kings and nobles used to hunt them, especially for the eggs, 'cause of all the theories - unique magical properties, uses in enchanting, shit like that.. I don't really know, I'm not that experienced with magic.... But.."

She pauses for a few seconds to stare him down (this does not soothe his anxiety at all), examining intently, as if to determine whether he's actually trustworthy before continuing..

"...My brother is. He's a mage, and a scholar, and he specializes in stuff like this, all these rare animals and whatnot. He'll hate me just sending a complete stranger over there, but.. I think you should go see him. He'd definitely be able to identify it- hell, he'd probably even pay you for it, if it really is what I think it is. And, he'd know how to take care of it properly, raise it well, not just cut it up for fucking potions or whatever...", she scoffs bitterly.

Grasping at a nearby napkin to fan himself with, he shifts sweatily in his seat, "W-wh... but,.. How would I do that?"

"What do you mean? Do what?"

"F-find, him.. IHhh... I just.. I don't, know the area well.. is all, I uh...."

"I'll give you directions, obviously.. Are you okay? Do you like... need some water? You look-"

"NHnnnou, I'M FINE! I just, haha.. uh... Maybe, am.. not very good at....uh.. this.." He gestures around himself nonspecifically.

With a brief confused glance, she pours a cup of water anyway, then casually plucks a small notebook from her pocket to begin scribbling messily. "Well, look, I'll give you the information, and if you feel up to it, you can go. I really think you should, but, eh... your choice, y'know."

As he fights his shaky hands to maintain control of the water glass, she lays out the paper on the table, pointing at parts of her sketch. "He's over in Fargahel, which should be a few days travel from here. See? The roads kind of go like this, but it's mostly a straight path. Look for the ruins of an abandoned castle. He's holed himself up in there, the underground part, repurposed into some sort of 'sanctuary' for rehabilitating injured birds or whatever the hell he's up to now. He probably won't attack you or anything, but I signed a little note on the back of this so he knows I sent you.. just in case."

Neatly folding up the map, she slides it towards him as she leans closer to intensely meet his eyes. "Just remember, no matter what you do, do NOT let anyone know you have that egg. There are plenty of folks out here still hunting for them. You don't want someone recognizing it and coming after you. Especially with how, uh...", it feels like she might mention he doesn't seem he'd be very good at combat, but she simply lets the sentence trail off, shrugging with a smile and politely patting his hand as he takes the paper.

"Just get some sleep, yeah? Think about it. And talk to me in the morning if you have any more questions."

He slumps over to lean on the counter, resting for a moment after she walks back to the other end of the room, just trying to wrap his head around all the new information.. He only took the egg because it looked pretty! He just wanted it to hatch into a cool chicken or something! Why does it have to actually be some big stinky scary secret rare item?... With a heavy sigh, he resolves to never again trust mysterious creatures that pop out of abandoned wells....

Eventually trudging up to his room for the night, he flops onto the lumpy mattress that seems to just be hay stuffed into dusty old potato sacks. As he rustles around waiting to fall asleep, he considers all of his options... What should he do with the egg?

[bereft-of-frogs]

I love (/sarcasm) when it's like

*bopping along writing*

*sudden intense self-doubt* oh god what if I'm getting worse actually, what if this idea is so stupid, what if it's too similar to something else I've done before, what if it sucks actually--

...anyway, it's fine actually *returns to writing like nothing happened*

that's annoying. could do without that.