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ditzyblues · 10 months
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little expression animation for caseyyy,!!!!!. this took way too long tbh ermm it's 17 individual frames on 10fps Smile
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This deserves a whole flashbang warning lmfao 💀💀💀
I can't be the only one who wants this duo💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥‼️‼️💥💥
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ivylation · 4 months
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Love in Chaos (Carlos Olivera x Reader)
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Tws- mentions of blood
2nd post, hope you enjoy <3 ill be writing alot carlos in the future so lmk whatd you want you want to see with him !!
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You and Carlos both faced the dangers of Raccoon City side by side, Carlos's confident flirtatious tendencies and your quiet self created an almost movie like relationship. He would throw cringey pickup lines your way, met with bright red faces, small giggles, and occasional eye rolls at his worst lines. Amidst the chaos he never stops throwing jokes at you, he lives to see you smile, you just didn't know that.
One evening, as the setting sun painted the broken skyline in hues of orange and pink, you and Carlos found yourselves on the rooftop of an abandoned building. The air is thick with smoke and an almost calming sensation, which is rare in the chaos filled time.
Carlos, true to his nature, leaned in with an exaggerated flourish. "You know," he began, both gazes kept locked on the setting sun in front of you both. “You look really cute today” you turn to him caught off guard by the sudden compliment,  “you say that everyday” you roll your eyes, ears pink. Carlos still looking at they sky, his dark shaggy hair blowing in the soft breeze. “Thats because youre cute everyday” he shrugs and turns his head to look down at you. “Bullshit” you smile softly “im covered with mud and blood” you look down at your bruised body thats full of a mix of yours and the victims of your knife.
His gaze softens as he takes in the sight of you. "Even with the mud and blood, you manage to be the most captivating thing in this city," he says, his tone sincere. Carlos reaches over, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a gentle touch. You always assumed he was joking but something felt different this time,the look in his eyes, he was being serious. 
You gained a small crush on the large man over the weeks of being together, how could you not? He had dark eyes that seemed to only soften on you, he was funny, determined and kind and holy shit was he hot. His large arms as he held his gun to fight off the zombies that suddenly caught you off guard, his pretty skin that is coated with shine due to the fires. His large hands as they gripped your wrists to pull you out of dangers way. He was hot. Like really hot.
You never pursued the crush and pushed it out of your mind as there was a literal zombie apocalypse happening and there was no time for a silly little crush. That was hard when you see the man everyday.  
You can't help but blush at his words, a mixture of embarrassment and appreciation filling your chest. The apocalypse had left its mark on both of you, physically and emotionally, yet Carlos's unrelenting flattery remained a constant; it made you feel validated and loved even when you're at your lowest of lows.
"I mean it," he continues, his eyes tracing the contours of your face. "You're like a survivor goddess amidst all this chaos. Mud and blood included."
You chuckle, couldn't help but cringe a little  at his use of words, still a bit bashful under his gaze. "Survivor goddess, huh? I'm not sure about that."
Carlos nudges you playfully. "Oh, absolutely. You fight off zombies and still manage to look adorable. It's a rare talent."
You shake your head, smiling at his antics. "Well, if I'm a survivor goddess, you're the charming rogue who keeps distracting me with compliments."
He grins, leaning in once more, this time planting a soft kiss on your lips. "Guilty as charged," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. You just stared at him, taken aback, your face bright red and hot. You knew there was no passing over this crush. 
 As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the broken city, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in your heart. In the midst of the apocalypse, amidst mud, blood, and chaos, there was an unexpected connection that transcended the grim reality--one Carlos Olivera himself created.
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springsketches · 5 months
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I decided to digitize it :D, repost of a sketchbook drawing. This comic is my personal headcannon of what a conversation at the end of the “leave ending” would be. Game: slay the princess by black tabby games!
It’s been a long night, but now we can feel the air, listen to the crickets, and watch the stars since time has stopped looping. Most importantly, though, is that it’s here with you.
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1lavender01 · 1 year
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SOME MORE KLANCE BC WHY NOT 2nd post 🫶🫶
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muichizai159 · 2 months
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Seriously,are they already doing "that thing" ?
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songbird-fae · 6 months
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Heyyy back with some analog art!! Cannot afford a tablet or pen lol hereee <3
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stapl3s · 25 days
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Her name is ink :3
Yippe this is my second time posting 💂
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psychohearted · 26 days
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Did a little doodle of my oc
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ooodooo · 1 year
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appreciation post (2) : birth of a passion (spoilers to Blue Period manga and anime)
"Truth is, you should be free to do as you like because when it comes down to it, your life is you own" ~Blue Period by Tsubasa Yamaguchi
They say that there is never too late to find something you'll be devoted to. Maybe not for your whole life, but as long as you love something, there is a strength to do so.
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Blue Period reveals to the reader such an issue, and it is not the only one. The human struggles that the author shows us cannot be put only in one category, and the whole plot is simple but complex at the same time. Long story short - hard to put into words, easy to understand and feel. I think anyone can find themselves in the writing of characters around whom events take place and on whose shoulders maintains the quality of the story.
WARNING: Blue Period hits different when you are/were an artist or a burned out gifted kid. Spoilers ahead. TW: abuse, suicide
YATORA YAGUCHI how hard work outshines talent
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I've never felt a deeper connection with a character than with Yaguchi. His whole story is inspiring, yet in every way to success - there is hard work. The growth of this man is incredible.
At the beginning of the story he was ignorant towards artists and their works, thinking that talent is doing all the work. Not practice, not years put into mastering tools and techniques - just pure talent. Just like most of the people that haven't created anything professionally or with passion.
You can be one of the best students in your own year, yet still be overlooked with one phrase: you're smart.
You can be one of the best skilled artist and still be called only talented.
When the realization hits right, there's no going back.
In my eyes, he is a representation of a person without a clear goal. Meeting the expectations of his parents and choosing a stable course in school, telling others what they want to hear. Becoming one of the best students of the year on exams. And then boom, everything changes.
For his sake, he was made aware: "you have talent" is not an appropriate compliment for an artist. Not every good intention is formed into the right words.
He lives day by day trying his best, not even knowing why.
Until he sees that painting.
What makes me sad about Blue Period is that our main character is developing almost only with the help of the others. I understand that the influence of others is powerful, but on the other hand, Yaguchi is not dumb. He could figure out on his own that he needs to study all these artsy things, just like he studied on exams. Yet, I'm not mad. I like seeing the good development, even if it's not thanks to the characters themselves. Yaguchi makes up for his shortcomings with hard work, learning various techniques over time. But is it enough to create well?
No, it isn't. But what makes his art progressing?
He's not giving up on learning how to get better. His hunger to create more and more is making him a promising artist. I can't wait to read more (I'm on volume 10)
Of course, its not an easy road, love for art isn't always natural, but love is a twisted and makes it's own rules.
RYUUJI AYUKAWA what love makes us do
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I think Yuka is the most tragic character in the whole series. I really like them, even if I'm not feeling such a connection with them as much as with Yaguchi. They're truly a good representation of ,,different" people's struggles on a daily basis, that's for sure.
What's more to this character? Yuka doesn't have a good relationship with parents, they can only feel safe with their grandmother, who taught them how to do nihonga. Yuka loves their grandmother and goes for a course of this type of art just because ,,my grandma likes nihonga". They struggle with their family.
They drown themselves with their love for a person that cares for them the most and search for an acceptance.
They struggle with their sexuality and gender identity. They cannot accept the world in which people like them cannot live normally, like others do. Maybe if more people talked about this problem, the world would be completely different.
But no, the world is cruel, and Yuka knows it very well.
They're the one who invited Yatora to the art club which was surprising to me, yet with the time you understand that it was to show our main character the way to express himself. After all, Yuka was the one that complimented our hero's first painting. Even if this was not intentional, they made a huge impact on our main hero and vice versa.
I'm not even going to talk about the part when these two went on vacation. The quote from this time is truly heartbreaking but true, to anyone who struggles with their mental health.
,,If you're still bothered by what other people will think of you, then you can't die just yet".
Means: if you care about others, you care about yourself. At least that's what I understand.
But you can't fool gods. They know everything
right?
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Yotasuke Takahashi god in someone's eyes
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Even if I'm considering Yatora a very likable character and a great mc in general, I adore Yotasuke with all my heart.
Unapproachable personality, sharp tongue, no beating around the bush. It's a great mix for a character that is going to be hated. The philosophy of ,,I don't need anyone" - that's Yotasuke Takahashi for you
Or is it?
I think he's the most complex character in Blue Period and even so he's very relatable. It might still be a problem to understand his character without reading the manga (i'm looking at volume 10 here). It's really hard for me to put into words and I'm not sure if I understood it correctly, but he found comfort in animals.
You can talk to them, they won't understand you. You will care about them and they will show you gratitude. He isn't seen as a human by most of the people around him, more like some kind of art god.
He's overlooked by others, they only see his abilities, talent and works. Most of us would probably be irritated about the fact like that. Just like
you're not a person just because you're not like the others around you.
With time I learned not to pity people like this, not to worship them. They're human, they make mistakes, they have emotions and their reactions. They're not here to be an object of fascination, no.
he is a human, they're only people.
THE FINAL QUESTION
So
what is a talent?
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but the more important question is
does it even exist?
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nikoscrazy · 1 year
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misaqtx · 10 months
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i like tumblr cuz you can barely get hatecrimed on it
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petalbelle · 1 year
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Dealmaker Despair | another poem by me :)
One would like to believe that their feelings and opinions are within reasonable validity. But there will always be someone who will tell you that your way of thinking and feeling is incorrect, therefore, invalid.
You could say that the human experience is different for every individual. But with so many people, how can that possibly be the case?
It can't be. It cannot possibly be the case.
Of course, when the wrong person comes to this conclusion, they try to seek help. But unfortunately, no one is willing to help this troubled soul for fear of becoming troubled themself.
But when this lonely, troubled soul becomes ill with insanity, all support shows up after it is too late. The once troubled soul is now a husk of itself, unable to connect to its fellow beings, and will eventually succumb to Despair's deceitfully warm embrace.
Despair is a cruel mistress but a talented dealmaker. Her words run smooth like honey, sweet and seductive. And despite my endless knowledge of her bitter aftertaste, I'm utterly enticed by her glistening golden image.
And I, for one, am not a fool who so easily turns down a good deal.
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iceecreme · 1 year
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I love the art of pancakes! Scrambled pancakes, mini pancakes, or whatever the heck this is!
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purrple-galazy · 2 years
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Drew Collector For no reason ( maybe I'm a simp?? )
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vincentlake · 2 years
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Life w/o God. Life w/o purpose
Recently I've chosen to stop attending church. not because I don't believe in Christ but because I find it difficult to live up to hiis standard. The standard he set and the standard the apostles set.
Since giving up religion i’ve been battling this depression and lack of motivation. I wonder if these emotions are even correlated.
I read in a book that there are 4 circles of life that conjoin to create either a mentally healthy or mentally ill individual. One of these circles is the Spiritual Circle which gives us a sense of purpose and serves as a guide we take through our lives. In the book the author asks a series of questions: What does your life mean? What is your purpose? Why are you here? -- the list continues in a similar vein. Asking myself these questions made me realize that I was at my healthiest and happiest when I considered God in these questions. I was happier living a life honoring God than I am living a life as if They never existed.
Maybe I should go back? Idk. Depression sucks.
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