#its going to be good

[the-valkyries-gwyn-nesta-emerie]

A dark haired, hazeled eyed man and a coppery haired, teal eyed woman who battle their feelings of unworthiness and past traumas as they grow closer together and heal through shared interests (maybe by singing/training together?) in a slow burn friends to lovers romance sounds like one amazing romance book to me 💙

[the-writing-mobster]

is it strange that I'd prefer to have serial killer sans's pov rather than frisk? maybe it's just cuz I'm used to envisioning her as the "bad guy" of most of my stories... but there's something creepy about being snatched from that power fantisy of resets and LV. about being the ONE IN CONTROL... and thrown into a story where every action of yours is tracked, monitored just as obsessively as YOU used to monitor him... as you look up to see how small you feel when you're now the puppet on strings... and you wonder.

it genuinely gives me creeps I'm not sure if I love the concept or hate it... but it sure makes me feel things. as a reader of course. I'm not saying frisk and reader are the same. I'm fascinated. I'm intrigued and curious.

thank you for giving me this bizarre experience!

now I'm gonna go back to my murder board to obsessively draw this guy as any normal sane person would./j

Hm...

I say write the stories you want to read then.

When I planned out TMDG, I wanted to challenge myself to write LESS Sans POVs, because all the tension is *what's he planning now?*

And actually, there are... A LOT of stories where Frisk is a bad guy murder fiend, and the story is set in Sans's POV. In fact, there are a LOT of Sans POV stories. I'm tired, frankly.

I don't WANT to know what he's thinking, I want to be scared wondering if he's just around the corner.

Besides...

I wanted to write a traditional murder mystery about the women who are victimized, their fears, their desires, their dreams, their humanity. Not "ooooo, what's the killer thinking?" Like, that's fun but that's also not what's important to me.

So... Thank you for the thought, but I'm gonna pass.

But needless to say, if that's the story you want to read, I encourage you to go forth and write it! I love sparking inspiration in people to write, and I'm glad my little murder mystery is doing this for people. I'm just gonna stick to my little story I wanna tell.

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[churroach]

Full of Desires

[drops-of-universe]

I need several hours of Quiet Time each day or i become the worst person alive

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[freddieanderscn]

I hope I get shot

[crabussy]

reblog for a larger sample size and to reduce sample bias!!

[applestruda]

Chemical overreaction / compound fracture

[smokestarrules]

gotta say I am a huge sucker for how Adventure Time will sometimes just cut to Princess Bubblegum doing something extremely morally dubious like cutting off a tiny person’s limbs with scissors and then sticking those arms and legs onto another tiny person’s limb stumps but then she'll turn around and go like "Good morning, Finn! Are you ready for a sploinking day?" and whatever atrocities she had just been committing will Never be brought up again.

[autumn-may]

Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience

[hattersarts]

drew some book!husbands. they feel like they've taken more traits from each other than the show.

[obsob]

to be loved is to be held!!! print

[skapediem]

saw spiderverse twice today and pavitr prabhakar did you know that you are EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!

[lorehappy83]

"Grant me your wrath, my dear. For I've become unworthy of your forgiveness"

[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.

[tiny-vermin]

communicatio in sacris by @voluptatiscausa

more art for vol, because these fics changed something in me okay!!