#the question in which this art is trying to ask

[0798f]

💞 — Confession.

RELATIONSHIP: Phainon x Reader

SUMMARY: It was intimidating to be peers with a Chrysos Heir, but Phainon was easy to like. Easy to form a crush on. But, not easy to confess to.

A/N: I hope your Phainon pulls were lucky and blessed!

Being surrounded by Chrysos Heirs in the Grove of Epiphany was quite overwhelming. All (Name) was trying to do was study, but it was often hard to focus with the shenanigans occurring within the Nousporists. 

The arbiter of most of those shenanigans was Phainon of Aedes Elysia. (Name) watched him from a distance most days, both from being in a different school and being intimidated by someone so important, and concluded that Phainon was a curious man. His towering stature and strong build betrayed the fact that he was an exceptional student, capable of impressing even Professor Anaxagoras. And for someone with so much weight on his shoulders, (Name) was surprised to learn that Phainon was friendly and personable.

“Is this seat taken?”

(Name) looked up from their textbook and their eyes widened to see Phainon standing next to them. They looked around at the crowded library before finally understanding that Phainon was talking to them, and not someone else nearby.

Their voice caught in their throat. “N- No.”

Phainon beamed and took the open chair next to (Name). He dropped his well-worn textbook onto the table, but his attention was put anywhere but the words on the page. 

“Are you an Erythrokeramist?” Phainon’s voice startled (Name) again. Professors were really the only people to call on (Name) and they weren’t used to such attention. Let alone from a Chrysos heir. (Name) nodded and shrunk further into their chair when Phainon leaned closer to take a peek at their textbook. “Tell me more? Erythrokeramists and Nousporists both deal with the soul, after all. It may help my own studies!”

Quite a fancy way to procrastinate, but with the way Phainon was smiling at them, (Name) couldn’t find it in their heart to refuse. They started with the basics of Erythrokeramist theory and the role of creation in wisdom, then half an hour had passed with Phainon succeeding in getting (Name) to talk about the intricacies of how art was an extension of the mind, body, and soul. 

The bells chimed and scholars and students alike began to filter out of the room, and (Name) shut up in an instant. Time passed so quickly when Phainon happily asked questions and indulged in (Name)’s favorite topics with genuine interest.

They covered their mouth and muttered, “I didn’t realize I was talking for so long…”

“Don’t worry about it!” Phainon tucked his neglected textbook under his arm and pushed his chair back in. “It was a very enlightening conversation. We should continue it another time, and I can tell you about some Nousporist theory. Deal?”

He held out his hand in all his radiant splendor. (Name) couldn’t quite meet his eyes, but they hesitantly reciprocated the handshake. Phainon’s hand was calloused but warm, and he grasped (Name)’s hand with more affection than someone should muster for a stranger.

“Deal…”

And Phainon made good on that deal. It wasn’t everyday, but he would show up once or twice a week to ask about (Name)’s most recent studies. It took some time to get comfortable, but (Name) eventually gained the courage to ask Phainon about his own endeavors. The conversations rarely centered around actual Nousporist theory, though; Phainon liked talking about his debates with Professor Anaxagoras that could turn into sparring matches (which was not something common within the Grove, but seemed to happen to Phainon quite often). He liked talking about what he made for lunch and interesting novels he was reading. 

A few times, he described Aedes Elysia to (Name) with a wistful look in his eyes. Phainon’s memories of home were vivid and laced with remorse for a place he could no longer return to, and (Name) wrote everything he said down in their notebook, trying to imagine what it used to look like.

When more time passed in this arrangement, (Name) found themself watching Phainon from a distance— the same as they always used to, before Phainon was even aware of their existence. The difference now, though, was that their gaze softened when they saw Phainon talking with their peers. They smiled when Phainon was animatedly arguing with Professor Anaxagoras. And their face bloomed with flames whenever Phainon noticed (Name) down the hall and waved.

Those blasted feelings! Just the thought of him made (Name)’s heart flutter— and they felt like a fool! It was unbecoming of a scholar to lose their composure to the point that it made it difficult to focus on their studies. (Name)’s notebook was neglected as they anxiously awaited their usual meeting with Phainon.

The sound of footsteps behind them nearly gave (Name) a heart attack, despite this being a routine. Peeking over their shoulder, they made eye contact with Phainon as he walked toward them. (Name) quickly focused their gaze on the desk, Phainon’s expression too bright to stand.

Phainon seemed to pay no mind. He took his usual seat and, for once, eagerly opened his textbook. “I think our discussion on transformation will excite you. It falls in line with what you told me about the question of the body being a vessel for change!”

(Name) thought they had composed themself well, but when their hand grazed their face, they felt their burning skin. Why was the room so warm? Were they sweating? Did Phainon notice? Was he being polite? There was nothing more unbearable to a scholar than not knowing.

He started talking about how the body could constrain the soul and brought out all his notes to explain, and (Name) was much too embarrassed to admit they weren’t processing any of it. Not with Phainon’s shoulder resting against (Name)’s after he scooted his chair closer.

They bounced their leg and it brushed against Phainon’s. How could he stand to so close? (Name) couldn’t take more and turned their whole body away from him.

“(Name)? Are you alright?” Their move backfired, because Phainon’s hand moved to rest on (Name)’s upper back. Any more of this, and they were going to combust. It would be a worthy event for future generations to study.

Continuing like this was too painful. True academics face problems head on, even if the problem made crawling into a hole and dying seem like a better option. With courage (Name) didn’t know they possessed, they looked over their shoulder. “I… have something I should tell you.”

Phainon tilted his head with a worried expression, yet the look was welcoming and warm as it always was. With a wary smile, Phainon rubbed circles into (Name)’s shoulder blade, completely unaware that he was contributing to (Name)’s agony. “Is that so? Well, I’m always here to listen to anything you’d like to say.”

(Name) opened their mouth, but nothing came out. How does anyone do this? Writing and reading was where (Name)’s communication skills layed, with speaking far behind. Should they explain themself? Ask Phainon how he felt? Thinking only complicated things, so (Name) forced out the simplest words.

“I really like you!”

It went silent after their exclamation, and they felt their heart drop into their stomach in fear of how Phainon would react. What if he didn’t share mutual feelings? That was the worst possible outcome, and in their fear, (Name) assumed it was the most likely. In an act of bravery and anxiety, (Name) finally looked up to gauge Phainon’s reaction.

Phainon looked confused, but unsurprised. His next words were somehow worse than (Name)’s hypothesis. “Oh? I’m quite fond of you, too. I’m glad we’re able to study together.”

For a scholar, Phainon might have been a bit oblivious.

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[genderkoolaid]

Well I've decided I'm an artist now and sending you asks is part of my artistic expression so you have to like it without question. If you object to it in any way you're silencing me as an artist.

Man, I can just do wahatever I want to whoever I want now. I feel so powerful.

So, to be clear for those just tuning in:

I make some posts about Sabrina Carpenter and the misogynistic, deeply conservative reaction to her making sexuality part of her art (which in no way materially hurts anyone)

Anon sends me an ask comparing Sabrina Carpenter's art involving some sexual themes to buying a chair and getting a pamphlet on her favorite sex positions, and saying that they think no artist should discuss their personal life in their art

I point out how that's a pretty absurd comparison and expectation

Anon proceeds to go on a multi-ask rant in my inbox, in which they make the point that artists shouldn't do anything in their art that would be weird if it was done in a non-artistic context, and clearly venting some long-held feelings on the discussion of art as something in need of protection from censorship in an oddly hostile and sporadic manner, rather than trying to have a genuine conversation about their concerns and the real philosophical issues surrounding art & morality.

I can't even buy the Sabrina Carpenter sex manual chair :(

[creatingblackcharacters]

So I (non-Black, non-American half-indigenous, deffo non-white) made a choice about five or six years ago, pre-pandemic, to limit my consumption of American media due to American colonialism. I give myself one piece of American media a year, tops.

And it's been fascinating what it's done to me, because my standards for American media are so high now - it's the ONLY ONE I get this year - so if there's antiblackness or white supremacy bullshit, I'm out, immediately. (Sinners was my American media of the year, btw. 10/10.)

Separately, I've also found myself, now that I'm out of the sphere of American media and how hyper racist it is, able to discern between "this piece of media has antiblackness leanings because the culture that produced it has antiblackness bias deeply burrowed into it" vs "this piece of media has explicit antiblackness messaging in multiple levels because both creators and the culture are actively antiblack."

I might give grace to the first, in the sense of interrogating and finding the value that was lost because they allowed antiblackness to twist the art they were making (never despite being antiblack because that's fucking gross).

I would instantly drop the second though, no questions asked.

Like, unless you're researching and writing about antiblackness, trying to bring a spotlight onto it as a problem, why would you suffer overt shit in media for fun? There's something to be said about technically excellent art in service of rotten ideology (meaning, it's technique is flawless but the text is bigoted as fuck), but that's only sad to me. I can't quite wrap my head around "yeah the music is banger it's just all the slurs in the lyrics" kind of mentality.

☝🏾☝🏾☝🏾☝🏾 funny enough, I was just discussing with Mr. CBC that if you wanted to, you actually CAN find media that avoids racism about a certain group, often by watching media created by that group. Which is why I'm always telling y'all to consume media by Black people if you want to learn about creating Black characters.

Like yeah, watching mostly White American media, ofc you're gonna find racism in it because both the people who are making it and the target audience likely don't know or don't care. Like when Parasite was made and Americans acted like they didn't wanna read subtitles and listen to Korean; meanwhile it just got ranked the best movie of the 21st century so far. Whiteness is not the default, it is not the center of identity and not the center of the world! Everyone makes art, and some folks who don't share your life experience make really good art!

I'm glad you're actually practicing some extra credit effort on this one. Actually thinking about your standards and honing them. You got like, top tier standards. And Sinners was an excellent choice. 🤌🏾🔥

[ao3commentoftheday]

I just saw your response to gifmaker anon (sending hugs to anon!). First, let me just say thank you for being such a safe space here on tumblr and providing emotionally intelligent advice! It always warms my heart to see your replies to asks.

I am not a gifmaker or videomaker or writer or anything really (although i am tempted to try, maybe soon) and i have also struggled with loneliness in fandom, especially here on tumblr on which i am new. I was wondering if you had any concrete advice on how to reach out in fandom spaces, especially on tumblr? When is it ok to DM someone, and about what? I guess i’m afraid of taking up ppl’s time and energy, and that they think I’m weird or not fun. I have sent asks, but it honestly makes me very anxious, mostly because i never know if the tone carries.

And also how to make others reach out to you — Is it only through creating things, like fics and art? I think i’m a bit scared that what i want to make is not something a lot of people will like, and so i will just have written something i care about and then bare my soul by posting it and then just stand there in silence because no one connects with how i think, or no one understands it.

Lots of love to you!

link to the ask anon mentions

Thank you for the love - and the lovely compliment! 💗

I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask about how to make friends on tumblr. I say that because my perspective on social media is quite different from a lot of folks. I grew up pre-internet in a rural area and so I didn't get online until I moved to a city for university. My first online interactions were using things like ICQ (think WhatsApp without the phone calls) and IRC (think Discord but text only) and mostly with people I knew personally, or friends of my in-person friends.

Because I was introduced to the habit of meeting online strangers through them being friends-of-friends, I kind of have that habit still in place? I don't see messaging someone as intimidating. Sending an ask or a DM isn't scary. It's just waving hi to someone at a party and seeing if they like the spinach dip.

(ironically, talking to someone I don't know at a party IS intimidating to me)

The biggest source of my success when it comes to making friends online has been going into interactions with the friendly force of the extrovert I'm pretending to be. You know how there are some people who just seem to create friendships out of thin air? I pretend I'm one of them. I'll wave hi in a new discord server and as soon as someone replies to me, I'm basically just

Generally speaking, I keep DMs to either conversations with someone I've spoken to before or questions that seem too private for an ask (that can be published publicly). That's just me, though. Other people might have different preferences.

If you want people to reach out to you, reblog ask memes. These are lists of questions that you're wililng to answer if folks drop one of the numbers/questions in your inbox. At least, that's the way they're supposed to work. Sometimes I see people reblog them by just answering all of the questions up front, but that removes the possibility of someone asking you.

One other thing - if you want to prove that you're willing to answer asks? You can always send one or two of those questions to yourself as an anon ask. Just like a busker might drop a few coins into the guitar case to encourage people to tip!

Don't worry too much about taking up space, anon. The internet is a vast expanse with plenty of room for all of us. And if someone doesn't reply? There's a 99.9% chance it's not about you at all. We're all dealing with a lot of stuff on any given day and sometimes answering an ask or a DM falls off the radar.

One last thing in this already long post - Do Not, Under Any Circumstances, Use Creativity As a Means of Getting Followers. I know that's a lot of capital letters, but I feel very strongly about that after years of running this blog. If your primary goal for writing fic or making art is to get followers or attention or make friends, then you'll feel really bad if that doesn't happen as a result.

Make the art because you want to make the art. Share the art because you want to share the art. When you make the creation about the response to it instead of the creation itself? That leads to crushing disappointment.

Best of luck anon! Much love back to you 💗

[kolbasos]

If you ever have time .. could you explain your characterization of some of the Blands characters? Especially Timothy or Jack!! I'm so curious to hear how you view them!!

Hi! Sorry for such late reply. It’s kind of a lot to tell, cuz I’ve got some heavy opinions… Which I rarely address properly. I prefer to express my thoughts and allat through my art, but I’ll try to write it as compelling as I can since you asked. Which thanks btw!!! It means a lot and Im flattered! Ü also sorry for a bunch of long paragraphs, I’m not sure how to make them more easy to the eye…

Soo… Right from the start, I strongly believe that every single one of the borderlands characters are either bad people or somewhere in between. All of them are in between, some just evolved into assholes like Jack. But Tim? Oh, he has everything to become an even worse person. (Worse as in “he witnessed Jack’s wrongdoings but still acted shitty”) but he’s not. Not yet at least and not that we know of.

I’d like to think that my Jack characterisation isn’t so different from the canon. He’s selfish, arrogant and mentally ill. Irredeemable even, since he died believing he was right. And I doubt he’d ever change, he was too far gone. But doesn’t mean he can’t be soft, vulnerable as almost no one sees him to be beside me. And I like that about him, that he pretends to be a big bad guy, handsome, charming and etc. but underneath all that he’s just a human. A soft, fleshy, fat little man who’s been abused and betrayed. Bad father too, even if he did what he thought was best (not really, I think he was just too stubborn and too over his head to actually sit down and think of a way to treat his daughter better). Also he’s not a hunk, he’s a damn looser and a clown. And I find that very, very amusing. And I hate him too.

Tim isn’t better. Well at least he didn’t murder a bunch of innocent people (oops he actually did!). Ok he wasn’t a tyrant and he wasn’t in charge of a bunch of people only to fail them and their further generations. Buuuut… He sucks too. Like a LOT. He’s such a loser… He’s double faced, calculating and manipulative. He may or may not know of his horrible tendencies (coping mechanism) but it doesn’t excuse his actions. And yes, I’m talking about his pre sequel vaulthunter job AND casino rampage (he murdered Jack’s other body doubles “””””out of self defence”””””) I also see him having some sort of depersonalisation, having delusions and ignoring most of things. He buries them deep down so it won’t bother his already unstable psyche. And he is unstable, I see it clearly in the casino. He’s the type of guy you can’t really trust ya know? As if he puts up a “scared little crybaby” act and hopes people would buy it.

Hope that was enough to answer your question! I’ve got a lot of thoughts going through my mind daily, I often daydream. And it’s hard to sum up all of them in one post, but I tried my best 🍕

[airas-story]

Alternate Universe in which Stephen chooses to get his hands back after the accident and does not stay on with Kamar Taj. He gets his job, financial security his life back and yet he is a changed man. He broke it off with Tony when he went to Kamar Taj and now he’s back - with a miraculous recovery like he never left . Tony, and everyone else around Stephen has questions: Personal ones, Medical ones (how did he recover the damage when it wasn’t scientifically possible?), how could he leave?. Questions that Stephen cannot awnser because it would endanger Kamar Taj so he remains distant and becomes the surgeon who miraculously + mysteriously gained back his gifted hands and most importantly a liar to Tony. I would love to see the moral dilemma and guilt!

Stephen watched Tony sleep, drifting in the astral plane above their bed. His astral form was the only magic that Stephen could manage while maintaining his hands, and he found himself using it more and more. 

Tony had his back turned to Stephen, fast asleep. Stephen’s own body lay facing Tony, hand extended towards Tony.

And Stephen finally realized what had been bothering him for weeks: Tony would no longer touch Stephen’s hands.

It was ironic, maybe, because it was Tony who had helped with the bandaging and the aftercare post accident. Tony had never shied away from Stephen’s hands, even at their worst—even at Stephen’s worst. Once they’d healed enough, Tony would sometimes press soft kisses to his fingers as though to remind Stephen that they changed nothing about Tony’s love for him. He’d done that right up until the moment Stephen had broken things off between them.

But now Tony wouldn’t touch Stephen’s hands.

Stephen wasn’t even sure if Tony noticed or if it was purely subconscious. Tony’d probably have tried to correct it, if he had noticed, tried to pretend nothing was wrong the way they were both trying with so many other things.

Except now Stephen’s hands were a symbol of the lies that lay between them. Stephen couldn’t tell Tony about Kamar-Taj. Couldn’t tell him about the Mystic Arts or what he’d learned about the universe. Couldn’t tell him about Wong or Mordo or the Ancient One. Couldn’t tell him about Dormammu or explain the nightmares that had been left behind.

Stephen had gone to Kamar-Taj for his hands, and what doubts he’d had about healing himself had vanished after the terror of locking Dormammu away from this dimension. He had to believe it was the right choice. He could do so much good as a doctor and come home with far fewer nightmares.

So he had. He’d come home. Had asked Tony to take him back. 

Tony had and Stephen… he’d expected things to go back to normal, back to before the accident had thrown everything off course.

But the lies and the silence lay between them.

He stared down at himself and Tony, remembering the soft kisses pressed to his fingers, a reminder that Tony’s love hadn’t changed. Except those soft kisses were gone. The love remained, though… didn’t it?

[artficlly]

fanfic opening lines

thank you for tagging me @azriona !!

rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics

i'm gonna try do the list in order of when it was posted (newest t o oldest) but my memory is foggy so might be wrong lol. also i'm going to be doing the intro of the first chapter for any series :)

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In the short time you had been acquainted with Bucky Barnes, you had quickly learnt three things.  One, he didn’t talk much, if at all. Most of your conversations consisted of little more than grunts, terse glances, or unimpressed scowls. He didn’t ask questions, nor did he answer them. At one point, you suspected he might have had his tongue cut out. That changed when you began to hear him muttering under his breath as he stomped past, his heavy boots reverberating through the safehouse. ‘Securing the perimeter’. Always the same phrase, always delivered in the same grim tone.

2. this is (not) fine

You’d never pegged Natasha as the type who enjoyed flowers. No, she struck you more as the encrypted-flash-drive-on-a-park-bench type, the kind of woman who appreciated mysteries with teeth. A custom leather jacket, stitched with the same precision she used to dismantle a glock. One of those sleek, low motorcycles. Not daisies. Not peonies. And definitely not whatever soft, pastel nonsense Bucky was currently handing over cash for. You stood a few feet away, halfway hidden behind a sidewalk sign advertising oat milk lattes and gluten-free muffins, clutching a cardboard drink tray and a bag full of vegan pastries in a death grip. The barista had spelt ‘Bruce’ as ‘Broose’ again, and under any other circumstance, that would've made you laugh, but now it felt like the most irrelevant thing in the world.

3. the art of pretending

You had two goals for the night: get shitfaced and get railed. So, catching your asshole boyfriend wrist-deep in some girl’s panties, doing the kind of finger work he never even bothered to learn for you, wasn’t part of your itinerary. You could’ve cried, you could’ve begged, or collapsed into a sad cliché with a tub of ice cream and Sex and the City reruns. But no, you had a mission, and one mission alone. Get so unbelievably drunk on whatever you could get your hands on, so drunk in fact that you wanted to black out before midnight and preferably unconscious until sunset the next day. Tony’s penthouse parties weren’t usually your scene. Too many sleazy rich men with superiority complexes, trophy wives sipping champagne through botoxed grins, and a carousel of extras that Stark always vehemently denied were hookers. What you did know was that, being an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D., your name was always on the list, and tonight, free top-shelf booze felt like divine intervention.

4. close quarters

Your brother’s insistence that you needed an escort was, without a doubt, the most infuriating part of your journey north. A close second—conveniently tied to your initial frustrations—was the escort himself. Bucky Barnes wasn’t exactly what you’d expected to find waiting at the train station. You had arrived at 8 p.m. sharp, as per your brother’s meticulous instructions. Bucky had the typical rugged, unapproachable look you associated with Flamewardens. There was a certain brooding intensity about him, dashed by a stoic, almost indifferent air. He had spotted you easily, looked you up and down with the barest hint of acknowledgement, and let out a quiet grunt.  That was the extent of your introduction. 

5. read between the lines

I’ve been tutoring Bucky. Well, James, technically. But he goes by Bucky. Says it’s a childhood nickname and it just stuck, and honestly? That’s kind of adorable. Like, who clings to a nickname that hard? Even the professors call him that, which should be cringe, but somehow it’s not? It just suits him. I literally don’t think I could call him James even if I tried. ‘Bucky’ feels right. It sounds warm. Familiar. Stupidly charming.

6. his girls

You were careful. Or at least, you thought you were careful. For months, you and Bucky had kept your relationship under wraps. It wasn’t that you wanted to keep secrets from the team, but there was something thrilling about stolen moments and hushed conversations. About Bucky’s hand on the small of your back as he guided you through a crowded room, or the way he’d brush a kiss against your temple before disappearing down the hall. You figured no one had noticed. Until today. It all started with one of many white hairs stuck to your t-shirt.

7. lessons in lovemaking

You never would’ve agreed to this mission had you known Barnes was going to be this squeamish. You’d seen the man slit throats without a sound, drop bodies with cold efficiency, and unload an entire chamber of bullets without so much as flinching. He hadn’t even blinked when aliens from outer-fucking-space rained hell upon Earth. But holding your hand? Letting his fingers brush your waist? Anything a devoted ‘husband’ ought to do? The super soldier looked like he’d rather swallow glass. He couldn’t even meet your gaze, for god’s sake. What the hell had Fury been thinking? You had to yank him away before anyone noticed the strained—Help me, I’m being held hostage by this incredibly attractive, incredibly capable woman who, might I add, is supposedly my wife—look on his face.

8. sweetpea

Being fucked over the table was not unwelcome but rather surprisingly pleasant, even if it derailed your breakfast plans.  Leif had always been a rather attentive lover, skilled at pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your needy cunt. He possessed stamina and a hint of roughness that stirred warmth within you, yet something still felt absent. This elusive quality lingered throughout your year together—an unexpressed awareness that simmered between you. Leif was kind, diligent, attractive, and strong. He was considerate, often surprising you with gifts and regularly praising your looks and cooking. Your friends approved of him. So even if that brief and passionate session had been perfect, him thrusting into you from behind so intensely that your toes curled and you had to press your face against the wooden surface to keep from screaming—you realised it was all somewhat melancholic. The thing that was missing between you and your Springbond was that fabled spark.

9. smog & spirits

You did not remember leaving your door unlocked.  The fog that settled over the smokey, portside district of Sootstone was suffocating. Despite it being only midday, the entire neighbourhood was cast into a muggy gloom. The sun could not break through the thick smog that comfortably nestled itself along the windy streets of The Warrens. The stench of smoke and fish hung heavy in the air, with sweaty dockworkers and dirty children darting between alleys. In your short journey to and from the small Sunday market, you had nearly been bowled over thrice by oblivious residents. 

10. a dish served cold

Rain was supposed to be a welcome sight.  The inhabitants of Crimson Junction had been thankful for the blessing, a relief from the drought that had plagued them. The surrounding areas had been unceremoniously crowned The Dustbowl after seven years of no rain. Fierce winds had blown in, kicking up the dirt, sand, and dust, blanketing the surrounding areas. Crops failed to grow, animals suffocated, and homes were buried. Most left the area, choosing to abandon their land in search of fruitful and safe territories. The canyons bled crimson the day the rains came; water mixed with the red soil and rock. The people of Crimson Junction celebrated, their prayers were finally answered. It was only as the valleys began to flood and the once barren riverbeds overflowed that the inhabitants considered the bleeding waters an omen. 

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[indieyuugure]

Hi indie, how you doing ?

I wanna ask why did indie turtles live in 1996 ? I think it's a good idea, like you can match real events with your story and some people can feel nostalgia, but why 1996 ? Why not between 2000 and 2020, because it's more recent and that’s time you can identifie to it. ( I hope you understand my english😭)

And also, when Leo's in the coma, is the scene when he wake up gonna be like 2012 version or we will see him wake up ? When he wake up, is someone's here with him ?

And what you think about mutant mayhem 2 ? ( who will be in cinema on October 2026 ), I really hope Leo will be throw through a window by Shredder, be badly hurt and have trauma🤩

Hello! I’m doing good!

So there were a few factors that prompted me to choose 1996.

The first factor I considered was that I didn’t want my story to age badly because it was set in the present day. Like if I made references to something or someone and then something bad happened and it’s like…ooooo…yikes… (Mutant Mayhem, is a great movie, but it experienced one or two of these instances of “that reference didn’t age well”)

After I had confirmed I was definitely not going to write a story about the modern age, but the past, (a time which as already happened and I can look back to and only include stuff that has already happened) the next question was when in the past. At first I was going to go with the early 2000s around when I was born, but since there’s already TMNT 2003 and I wanted to try maybe going a bit further back to the 90s.

I am aware that there is The Next Mutation show which aired in the 90s, but no one watched it so I figured it’d be fine. Then I chose 1996 because of how I wanted the books to end, and there we go, May 23rd of 1996 is when it starts.

Then for your second question: yes, it’ll probably end up being pretty similar to 2012. I haven’t decided on everything yet because that’s gonna be in the next book, but generally my story is a large amount a mix of 2003 and 2012.

I haven’t really thought much about what I think Mutant Mayhem 2 will be like actually 🤔 I thought the first movie was pretty good, and I really loved the tv show (especially the first arc with the robots, that was AMAZING). I hope it ends up being pretty good.

I think Shredder’s probably gonna be in it which would be really cool, Shredder’s my favorite villain, so I hope they do some cool stuff with him and the Foot clan and stuff. I’ll probably try to see it in theaters if I can. At the very least, the art style is gorgeous and bro if Nine Inch Nails is doing the soundtrack again, I’m going just for that.

Good questions! :]

[pininghost]

hastily doodled farcille I did after writing my godawful paper for class lesgooo

[thebrainrotsreal]

Was pondering how Mark’s rigid ass mask/lens is prob a Budget Thing (since squishy, bendy lens are pretty much a mandate for all hero animated series, like JL, BTAS, TNBA, Spider-Man, etc), and then I was slapped with a vision of Mark in a more JL/BTAS-ish style and I had to see it through. I am a genius btw.

[kwillow]

Why is ambroys so promiscuos, like psychologicaly. Is he just a Bimbo? Does he have a hipersexual disorder, is he just an asshole like that?

What drives this manwhore to this levels of slutness, UNPRECEDENTED HARLOTNESS i have to bear witness to

TL;DR: Sex is the lowest common denominator way to make people care about something and Ambroys wants people to care about Him.

Longer psychoanalysis under the cut, if you want a peek into the puddle-like depths of the world's shallowest man.

Surface-level, he’s just a hedonistic guy. He likes his base pleasures and indulgences.

Still, Ambroys is really more of an attention whore than an actual whore. He wants to be the main event everywhere he goes, and as most advertisers have noticed, sex appeal is a cheap and easy way to get noticed. Even if someone’s not attracted to you, they’ll probably at least look at you. And every pair of eyeballs is a win.

Additionally, seducing someone is a conquest. It makes him feel powerful. When people start seeming too messy and complicated it's a script to reset them to a dynamic that's within his control and understanding. Getting someone to fall for him reassures him of the "fact" that it’s his divine right to have what he wants, make others do what he wants, and make people want him. (Or as he would put it: he just wants to be loved — is that so wrong??)

This is why he sleeps with his friend nigh-immediately after breaking his once-paramour’s heart. His use of seduction as a comfort tool also creates the somewhat hilarious situation where he tries to fuck more often when he’s feeling bad, like women are his tub of Ben and Jerry’s and it’s binging time.

His other coping mechanism for feelings of inadequacy is sport hunting, by the by.

All that said, I don’t think Ambroys is much more promiscuous than your average frat guy. He is a young man brimming with energy and bereft of rationality, so a bit of skirt-chasing is to be expected. He just plays up the provocative libertine angle sometimes, because it’s easier than developing a likable personality.

[uncanny-tranny]

If somebody in your life offers to knit or crochet or, really, create anything for you, please be an active participant in the creation of the piece they are making. I adore making and gifting things, but nothing bums me out quicker than a person who passively just goes "okay," to my ideas about what I'm making them - it can send the message that they won't like it, or that they don't care, even if they're happy about my offering. The back-and-forth feedback is a great way to make sure that you are being gifted something that was truly worth the time, effort, expertise, and money that will inevitably go into the gift!

I know it's really hard to be an active participant, believe me, I'm an anxious ball of horror, but it will only do good for both parties to interact in this situation. It is a big deal to be offered a hand-crafted gift, but it's also something we want you to love and use, and that can only happen if you tell us what would make you fall in love with what we create.

[d8tl55c]

oh boy !! ! ! ! !!! ! thANK y0u all for the kind words on my last art posts. you all get it and i was/still am so happy about it

as promised, here's some close-ups of the comic for image quality's sake, and other screenshots i rescued from the community whiteboard (and something else)

first up another sketch of mystery gender-ambiguous being. (please send me more name ideas for them if you got one- i like to hear em! (reminder it's the side character that appeared for <10 seconds in AvM Ep. 30))

a few fav scenes

emotional support cwab

they weren't meant for this purpose exactly, but i do have countless "fluffy sticks" loose in my notes and homework sheets from the school years.

papery critter.

even when i wasn't confident in fur or feathers, they helped me practice posing and create some satisfying gradients/flowing poses. (im a sucker for good tail poses) (oh yay! i found a good pic...)

and finally, little sneak peak for you for reading so far ;3

i realized that whiteboardfox is pretty great for my working needs. simple and to the point and all. feels nice with the mouse and the tablet.

so i started hashing out a big project idea just to see if it holds up and

[

several hours later ...

]

oh

oh man

it's a little bigger than i expected

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[leifyposting]

[lovesoakedd]

went to my first queer event (other than dyke and pride march) in like... two years? and it was SO good oh my god. it was basically a carabiner event when you could make keychains and such. and as soon as I got there, I spotted another girl who was alone, and once we realized we both came by ourselves, we sat together and yapped for the entire event :""") and we agreed to go to future events together EEEEKKKK

[arttsuka]

Petition to start explaining things better and more accurately because some of us tend to take them too literally.