#im not dead lol

[gabisart]

Power and control, I'm gonna make you fall.  🦂 

[castcharm]

pre campaign celine has my heart & soul

[marianas-trench-like-maladies]

“He drinks damnation.”

[little-fairy-forest]

Me : *pokes blog* Come on... do something

[adrinoir]

As if we needed a full confirmation, new Gloob trailers have officially confirmed Reverse Love Square!

Adrien is SIMPING over Marinette. This boy is finally realizing he loves this girl.

[sstarssun]

[iamyour-hope]

Hope rubs their paws together as they look up, sniffling a bit. They figured it was a bit early to be hearing noises, but Doubt was still sound asleep so...

[moonestate]

Update

Hi everyone <3 my IRL has been hectic, but I have a new (faster) laptop and I am still here LOL. I wanna renovate Starlight Shores entirely. Kinda taking my time because things come out nicer that way. Here’s an update on the cafe I was building in Starlight Shores

[distortional-demon]

ooc. heya lol

( ey blog owner here, apologies for dropping off the face of the planet for a bit lol, been dealing with a personal loss and just kinda going through the motions. though i am starting to work on a huge animation project currently that will have anti involved. so stay tuned for that, and ty for over 70 followers! keep the ask box full for me, ill be answering again very shortly! )

[just-another-wasteland-merc]

👋

[thedistortedfroggit]

A Creative Tries To Dump Ideas But Ends Up Ranting About UnderSwap Sans

So, I've decided to dump my ideas onto here until someone comes across it and does it themselves OR I gain motivation and do it myself

The latter which I'd prolly post here in the rare occasion where I do complete it.. - > - Anyway, did you know Blueberror is one of my favorite Sans AU?HGFNDJSJHN I JUST LOVE HIM OVERALLHRFED off topic, but srsly- has anyone thought how OP Swap!Sans could be if he had the motive? I mean, I think swap was like that in that X-event series...I wouldn't know, I havent watched it. Hear me out, the reason Sans gets hit in genocide is cuz hes gradually getting more tired (and cuz double tap). So imagine, Sans with Papyrus's energy with the same move set--sure, he wouldn't hurt anyone intentionally, but if he was a Swap that was with Ink and Dream.... Eventually you'd think that Swap would get the memo of 'not everyone is a good person' and fighting with the Bad Sanses--skeletons with equal or even more power than him--would theoretically force Swap or even all the Star Sanses to be good at battle strategies, especially in the middle of the battle field.

Lemme reiterate that: a Sans with Papyrus's energy and motivation, same move set as classic Sans, not blindsided by optimism, has decent battle strats

...and he's pretty good to go, sure he'd might not measure up to Error or Dream's level but hes still pretty good. I feel like he'd match up with killer on a 1v1

prolly overlooked some things but atleast I finally got this outta my mind :p

[btp-yami]

Wow. I can't believe I remembered my log in :l

Hi ya'll XD I'm still over on Instagram WAY more often lol

[infinitelistofcreations]

Update

So, I'm not sure how many of you guys have noticed but I've clearly gone AWOL on here lol

I still WANT to be here but there's almost zero motivation left for me tbh. I never get interactions any more, no matter what I try, and I'm tired of being the first one to reach out. No hate to my moots. Just stating facts here lol

Anyway, I'm still debating on whether to stay on tumblr now or not. I have Discord and I'm way more active on there these days. So yeah. I guess call this a very long awaited hiatus. I dunno if I'll return o r not. Who knows.

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[deus-ex-messina]

hello dead plate enjoyers

[bionicboxes]

this is the dynamic they have going on in my head.