#ill never be as creative as that

[scandiacamoons]

Pp water collection (~2022.11)

[stil-lindigo]

a blank page.

[mewtwo24]

I finally finished reading the fourth volume of svsss in full, and thing is--the first time through I only read the bingqiu content because I was ravenous for more of their happy ending.

Turns out that was a perilous mistake.

Because I started reading the airplane extras. And I swear to god. MXTX is trying to kill me

What do you MEAN demon lord Binghe was sitting on his big fucking throne. All stoic and forbidding. Surrounded by his demon generals who don't know shit about human courtship. Asking them what he should do, fully demoralized by constant rejections from sqq, only to have airplane tell him to act more pathetic and needy. Which is already hysterically funny and insane, UNTIL LBH'S RESPONSE IS THIS, KILLING ME INSTANTLY:

LUO BINGHE. WHY DOES HE SAY IT LIKE: "I already tried that, didn't work--nothing works :/ not mean, not maidenly, not housewife, not spicy, not capable disciple. Is doubling down on clingy really all it will take? What's a born hater with only one love in his life to do????"

The dichotomy of him sitting there like 'how can I reach the unfathomable depths of shizun's heart?' A HEART HE'S ALREADY WON OVER, MIND and then in the Holy Mausoleum solving the puzzle without blinking and being like 'oh yeah you just have to hit the acupoints, no sweat.' Literally the comedy writes itself I'm so--

How am I supposed to be normal about this. MXTX understands the juicy quintessential queer joy of a person with the world's power at their fingertips wishing only for love. Willing to do anything to earn that love, when unbeknownst to them it's already been freely given. Totally not screaming and yelling and clawing at the walls

And that's not even touching airplane's uproarious account of events. The way he's like 'lol what's next, lbh and sqq are best friends now? smfh' only to see lbh TACKLE SQQ LOVINGLY. FOR SQQ TO BE BASHFUL ABOUT IT BUT SO SO FOND OF THE LITTLE SCAMP. This when we've been experiencing sqq's constant inner monologue of 'I'm so cool and so dignified about my role, truly the epitome of propriety and poser-level fortitude.' Meanwhile, in their universe:

Airplane constantly flaming???? Sqq and lbh in his observations????? His absolute bewilderment and confusion????? Legendary. No notes every single second of this shit was hilarious.

Airplane's comment that sqq + older adolescent lbh traveling together was just watching a couple in their honeymoon phase. OR the fact that lbh is exceedingly petty and refuses to share their food in the wake of airplane's interruption of their time together, until sqq relents sheepishly and insists airplane eat what's left (ONLY AFTER PLACATING LBH WITH MORE FOOD FROM HIS PLATE, SOBBING)

Watching airplane salivate over Mobei-Jun and acting like that's totally normal behavior. Finding out mbj and airplane got together first. Finding out sqq encouraged airplane. LIKE THIS. WHILE HE IS STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT HIS OWN FEELINGS:

Mobei-jun clearly thinking their arrangement is a forever thing, heartbroken his human abandoned him with all the hapless fury of a scorned wife swept away by false promises of fidelity. Airplane writing demons to be the type to beat up their crush lovingly and still unable to connect the dots about mbj's feelings. Mbj letting him go and respecting his wishes, only relenting when there's indication airplane was poorly processing his own feelings and didn't actually want to leave. Mbj caring for him and listening to him as soon as airplane voices what he needs directly and with clarity. None of these gays are functional and it's everything to me

Unrelated, but I physically can't hold this information in anymore:

I'm still reeling from younger lbh having his sexual awakening from the image of sqq wrapped in the immortal binding cables. Condemn me as you like he was so, so real for that.

And no I will not be taking any comments about how luo bingge couldn't bear to see luo binghe cherished in ways he never got to have and all the haunting implications of that. I will also not be taking any comments about luo binghe's instinct to look for sqq in that alternate universe, only to be shaken to the very core to be unable to find his shizun anywhere. The unspeakable and latent horror of his relentless mind likely piecing together what happened, but unable to say it; to suspect what is true, and live with the harrowing confusion of his double's actions. To blame himself, to assume that he had let his anger get the better of him in that world and result in unspeakable folly...

I also refuse to talk about how heartrending it is to hear Tianlang-jun weakly say "In the end, I really can't bring myself to hate humans." The implication that the foolishness of that hope and bright-eyed fondness--the very thing that put him through such unspeakable agony--couldn't be beaten out of him entirely. To discover that his faith in Su Xiyan hadn't been misplaced, to the contrary: his beloved hadn't scorned him at all, but rather fought to the miserable end to protect the fruition of their genuine feelings of love when she couldn't protect tlj or herself.

How MXTX has sqq deliberately draw parallels between their situation and that of ygy+sj and tlj+sx; desperately wishing it might not be too late for them. The concept of breaking cycles of abuse and harm pervasive throughout the newly devised story, how it evolves for the better only when love takes the place of power, pride, and domination. How the moment sqq chooses vulnerability instead of saving face, the genre shifts to the so-called "cringe" girly genre where most if not every character is more fulfilled, more true to themselves. How the "male-oriented" former genre was aimlessly sensationalized and sexualized, how it was a sustained performance of aspirational toxic masculinity. How men objectify other men without end. All of the unspoken gendered implications that come with that.

Anyways. Going to go put my head in a sandbox and try to process everything I just witnessed because even a second reading is not enough to find a modicum of closure.

[tianhai03]

hi. did anyone ask for jason voorhees fanart from me in 2023? no? too bad bc im delivering. heres me figuring out how to draw all the different jasons

heres the same thing but with some silly ramblings..... i just like him a lot💖

[raineandsky]

#86

Being a hero is stressful. That much is common knowledge. How a hero goes about unwinding from said stress is a mystery no one has yet figured out.

The hero settles in one of the little chairs in the circle. The man next to her gives her a light nudge. “Let’s see what you made this week, then.”

The hero reaches into her bag to show off her latest stress relief—a giant blanket, knitted in the downtime between jobs, sporting a rainbow of colours in bright streaks across its face. Everyone oohs and ahhs appropriately before the rest of the circle gets to showing off their own creations.

It’s been nice to have a place that isn’t entirely consumed by work, the hero thinks as she nods approvingly at someone’s mug cosy. No worrying about tomorrow, no wondering where the villains might be.

Her gaze flits to the next person in line to show something off, and her heart momentarily stops as she meets her eye. At least she doesn’t have to worry about the latter of her thoughts right now.

What the hell is the villain doing at the hero’s weekly knitting club?

“Go on,” the woman next to the villain prompts. The villain huffs and makes a show of it, but she pulls out a cardigan with a ghost of a pleased smirk.

The hero only realised why she’s so self-satisfied when she catches herself gaping in awe. The villain’s little cardigan is elaborate in pattern, swooping waves lining its shoulders. The yarns meld together in a perfect cacophony of colour. It’s amazing, more amazing than anything the hero could do.

The villain soaks in the praise with a humble nod before setting her gaze on the hero. It probably looks hopeful to anyone else, but the hero can see the glitter of arrogance in her eye. Go on, the villain’s practically saying, tell me how great I am.

“It’s nice,” the hero says through gritted teeth, and the villain’s smile turns humoured.

The hero can’t leave fast enough. Everyone else is packing their projects away. The hero’s blanket gets folded thankfully easily and she’s out the door before anyone can stop her.

Fine. A new project. Something to advance her skills and show the villain that she’s not the hot shit she thinks she is.

It takes all week. The hero holds her jumper up to show the group. The villain raises her eyebrows from across the circle.

“Inspired by another knitter here,” the hero says with what could almost be sarcasm, and the villain snorts a poorly contained laugh.

The villain shows off her creation. A pair of mittens, the patterns lacy and the colours bright. The hero scowls. Pissed doesn’t describe the feeling.

Next week. A layered scarf from the hero. The villain wins everyone’s affections with a tiny knitted elephant. “For my niece’s birthday,” the villain says innocently. “She loves them.”

Leaving is becoming more of a race with each passing week. “Keep trying,” the villain comments brightly before the hero can escape. “You’ve plenty of room to improve.”

The hero considers strangling the villain with her scarf.

The hero settles at her computer that evening with a scowl and a cup of hot chocolate, mentally prepared to prowl the internet for several hours for ideas on how to one-up the villain. It’s madness. She’s meant to be out there kicking the villain’s ass, and here she is trying to out-knit her.

It’s been three weeks, and she’s only just realising that her stress-relieving hobby is suddenly a lot more stress-inducing.

“Fuck,” she hisses outloud, and she momentarily considers the idea of knitting the word into a coaster for the villain too.

[prompts-by-anjali]

"You're spiraling. I need you to breathe, love."

"Can't."

"You can, sweetheart. I know you can."

"No, no — look, just leave me here."

"This isn't up for discussion."

"Well, it — it should be! You need a partner who is sound of mind to get you through this death trap we're stuck in, and I'm not that person. Otherwise I'll only drag us both down."

"Love, shhh. Don't speak. Just breathe."

"You know I'm right."

[cadaverkeys]

The fact that I'm 23 and I havent completed a master work yet is driving me crazy. I need to do a gesamtkunstwerk NOW or my brain will start leaking out of my nose.

[softlyspector]

*whispers* ok besties next things coming are a tattoo artist au and then more mafia joel and im v excited for both

[astromechs]

figuring out i have published nearly 60,000 words of rebelcaptain fic to ao3 in the past year, and that's just the stuff i've published

[lucabyte]

your art is amazing!! so happy you got into isat because i discovered your cool oc art!!

hope you have a wonderful day :D

hfbbhhhhhbuhhhhuhuhhbbbbb . cries and gives you a little kiss on the head. thamk youuuuuu

if you wanna see the secret art (silly doodles i dont post on tumblr n stuff) i upload literally all of my oc stuff no matter how unpolished on toyhouse.... it also has profiles for (most) of my guys if you wanna know what's up with them :'3

and thanks to isat finally making me have that lightbulb moment on how to thumbnail and format comics i'm super jazzed to get back to an oc zine of mine i was working on.... ill be able to do the comics better now yaay

[munamania]

also ok maybe had a weird little freak moment yesterday :/ i was with lydia and needed to eat my godawful shitass sushi before going to the library so anyway who do i spot but the roommate with some random guy naturally and im like lydia pause i need to be a stalker but so casually for just like a sec. (this is in a downstairs like cafe/hallway/elevators area) so i stall and then we go to check for a free room to sit in and when there r ppl in it we just go back near the cafe area and theyre over in this little. alcove. of a sitting area. lounging. and im so normal and rlly naturally glanced over a couple times hoping to god the guy didnt see me cause luckily roommate was faced away. anyway. but lydias screenaging it up so im just sitting there awkwardly. and i have to walk past them at one point to get soy sauce to drown the sushi in and maybe that made me look like a weird little stalker too. well again this is if the guy even knows who i am and prob not so whatever its like fine. but like yeah and then i def saw them getting up and then on the elevator to leave so i think my skittish little creature tendencies scared off the vibe from across the room even... and i didnt just wave like a normal person bc i wasnt sure they saw me but we've spotted each other at much greater distances there's simply no way. i was treating them like what the kids call an 'opp' kinda... me when im an anxious little beast...

[gothic-mothic]

your art makes me foam at the mouth and turn into a being of eldritch horror I love it so much

Microdosing my followers with Rabies and The Horror every time I post

[charlespecco]

CHARLES & PECCO

2019 Italian GP // 2021 Emilia Romagna GP // x // x // Italian GP winning helmets: Monza 2019, Mugello 2022 // Charles Leclerc's qualifying crash means he is unable to start the 2021 Monaco GP after taking pole // Pecco Bagnaia crashes out of the lead in the 2021 Emilia Romagna GP, ending his championship hopes // "Child in Red" by Rainer Maria Rilke // Charles and Arthur Leclerc, 2021 Le Castellet Formula 3 Race II // Pecco and Carola Bagnaia, 2021 Aragon GP // Charles Leclerc and Mattia Binotto, 2022 Bahrain GP // Pecco Bagnaia and Gigi Dall'Igna, 2022 Spanish GP // little red wristbands // "Late Fragment" by Raymond Carver // Charles Leclerc and Ferrari celebrate his first F1 win, 2019 Belgian GP // Pecco Bagnaia is embraced by the Ducati team after his first MotoGP win, 2021 Aragon GP

[kaunisbaby]

had to be ridiculed because "all you care about is your singers*, your writing, [name of the third grader i work with], you don't know anything apart from these things"

so now i feel bad because [checks writing on hand] i think about the things that make my life

*she meant my favorite bands

[lemongogo]

WAH i relate really hard to ur feelings of being burnt out from work and the weather and everything...genuinely jobs r hell im so tired by the end i cant even draw i do wanna say that i build up motivation and creativity by looking what other people are doing. i love coming up with ocs and premises, so a lot of what i want to work on is visualization. i try to be specific in what im studying, so i look a lot towards design and composition of an illustration, with a minor focus on mood and style. in this regard, you're an incredible inspiration. you have wonderful diversity of character poses and composition, a very appealing style, and a MASTERFUL use of color, using both bold and subtle tones highly effectively and in alignment with the mood of rest of the piece. i think youre deeply creative in how you build and frame the moments you depict, and you do so in a manner that uses your incredible technical skill. i hope art will be fun for you soon, bc i love seeing what you create.

thank u.. soo much.T__T ive been sitting here trying to figure out how 2 respond but im at a loss for words rn and all i can say is thank u . THANK YOU !! GENUINELYY.!! like tears of gratitude

i know how difficult it can be to gather up the energy to write smth out like this, so i just wanted to say thank you , above all, for taking the time to listen to & reassure me. like thats so freaking nice of you to do.. you didn't have to, but you did && it means so much, especially knowing that you are going through something similar..T__T i hope you can find some time for yourself amid it all and that you're given the space to fully enjoy your ocs again and work towards the sort of visualization that youve always wanted to have in your own art. i have faith in u!! like u have faith in mee <3 .

& you are so right in saying that this is one of the best times to stop and actually look and. deconstruct, digest the works around u . so many incredible artists out there w their own ideas, with their own interpretations, styles, etc. that is there to be studied and admired. soo much art that has been created & will be created , and that it will be ookayy in the end... so hard 2 remember but genuinely so valuable to keep in mind.

as for everythng u said abt my art .I WISH I CLD LIKE. need to shake u by the shoulders. thank uu . thank u thank u so much.. thank u . ty. T__T thank u.. i hope you have a wonderful evening

[raineandsky]

#30

Villainy, unfortunately, does not pay the bills.

The villain discovered this less than a few weeks into picking up his criminal ways. He’d had dreams of robbing banks and breaking into the houses of rich scumbags, but all he’s seen is bottom of the barrel fights with heroes whilst the more fancy villains do what he wants to do. It makes sense, as much as he hates to admit it—he’s new, unaccustomed. The other villains probably don’t trust him yet.

So he’s ended up here, working a minimum wage job in the local bakery. It’s not exactly what he imagined himself doing when he took up the life of villainy, but it will have to tide him over until he starts seeing decent money from his endeavours. It’s not awful, he supposes—rolling the dough out and sorting baked goods is a much more calming activity than anything the Villains’ Association could get him to do.

He’s carefully lining up a batch of new loaves on the shelf, the bread pleasantly warm in his hands, humming along to the music playing through the tinny speakers overhead. The movement is a little awkward, having to account for the giant bruise that’s appeared on his wrist since his last outing with the villains. Heroes are not the kind to take prisoners, he’s quickly learned—it’s a miracle his wrist isn’t broken. It’s also a miracle none of his co-workers have asked how he got it, frankly.

The villain is faintly aware of the customers wandering past behind him, only really taking note of anyone if they need to squeeze by him for one of the fresh loaves he’s putting out. It’s only when one of the customers speaks to him that he takes them in at all.

“Do you work here?”

The inflection of the question doesn’t register. “Yeah, what do you–”

The words get stuck in his throat as he turns to face the person asking the question. They’re easily twice his size, leaning against the shelf next to them, and they’re wearing a smile like they’ve cornered some vermin they particularly despise. 

Best to play it cool. “What do you need?”

“I don’t need anything,” the hero says, like it’s obvious. “I asked you a question.”

“Yeah, I work here.” He gestures down at the unflattering uniform the bakery’s given him. “Clearly.”

“Huh,” is all the response he gets, but they don’t move from their spot uncomfortably close to the villain. He decides to just make himself busy, continuing to put the bread out of the shelves, albeit a little more quickly.

“Thought the association would’ve paid you—or do you do this for fun?” the hero asks after a bout of painfully long silence. Of course they would—heroes get paid a lot more than they deserve.

“Are you suggesting I’m a criminal?”

“You– you are,” they retort confusedly.

“You’re thinking of someone else.”

“I don’t know,” the hero nods their head to where his hand is halfway to the shelf, the sleeve of his jacket rolling down slightly with the stretch. The bruise there is impossible to miss, almost black against his vampire-like skin. “I gave someone a bruise that looks just like that only a couple of days ago.”

The villain pulls their sleeve over their hand as fast as nonchalance will allow. “I hit it on the corner of a table.”

“Sure.” The hero leers ever closer, purposely shifting even more into their nemesis’s space. “If you say so.”

Of course they don’t believe him. With a bruise like that, he basically stands out like a beacon. He might as well hold a banner announcing “VILLAIN HERE”.

“It’s nice to know there’s someone… reliable working here,” they continue, their voice low against the prying of the passing public. “It’s nice in here and all. Might become a regular.”

They flash him a frankly sickening grin before they finally, after an eternity, step back and out of the villain’s bubble. “We don’t give heroic discounts here,” he snaps, and the hero laughs shortly.

“Oh, good. It’s nice to be treated like a normal person sometimes.” The hero gives him a pat on the arm, a little more forceful than a friendly tap. “I’m sure I’ll see you around, yeah? Nice to know where I can find you.”

The way they say it is lighthearted, almost affectionate, but the villain can see the victorious twinge to their grin, and the slightly raised, knowingly eyebrows. They’re starting to feel like a wild animal caught in the bloodied jaws of a snare. 

“I’m sure,” he says flatly. He can tell the hero is enjoying this, and he doesn’t want to give them anything else by seeming scared. “Have a good day.”

“Ah, such a kind sentiment. Don’t worry though.” They smile lightly, almost innocent if the villain didn’t know any better. “It’s already been great.”