#I really enjoyed this one

[berrysquared]

for the fanon swap could i see warden gem ?

#geminitay fanart #mcyt fanart #hermitcraft #berry art #berry not talking to the void for once #ask game #i really enjoyed this one

[mihqorio]

@cowboyan​ was kind enough to let me borrow his lovely Sidestep Yoon. They were such fun to draw and I love their floofy hair and their comfy wardrobe. Can’t have a step without a rat king 🐀❤️

Blue Rat King version (also very cute)

#FHR #Fallen Hero: Rebirth #Fallen Hero: Retribution #Sidestep #Other people's OCs #my art #I really enjoyed this one #I'm glad you are happy with the end product #<3<3<3 #many thanks again!

[owosa]

Cult of the Lamb Anniversary Week

Aug 17th - ???????

"At last, the one who commits every imaginable sin without anyone nor anything being able to stop them, simply believes themself divine".

FULL WEEK BABY! HELL YEAH!

#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cult of the lamb anniversary #colt #the lamb #I FINISHED IT! #another challenge complete! #I really enjoyed this one

[plain-as-pandemonium]

When Hannibal showed up at Bedelia's home with the dinner he'd cooked for her, did Bedelia know/suspect that the meal was made with human meat?

i absolutely LOVE this question and i really want to thank you for sending it because there is so much to discuss here!

thinking about the answer to this question requires us to consider what bedelia knew, what the audience knew, and when. what do we know for sure? well, we know the meat wasn't human. despite the writers leading the audience to believe at the end of s1 that hannibal had killed abigail and was serving her as "veal", after s2 we know abigail was actually still alive and in hiding at the time of the veal dinner. so the meat was veal, which is an interesting choice in itself. as bedelia notes, it's a controversial dish--how did hannibal know she would be willing to eat it, let alone that she would appreciate it?

she certainly seemed to appreciate it 😏

here's what else we know: throughout s1, bedelia is gathering information. about hannibal. about the work he's doing for the fbi. about the nature of his relationship with will graham. she knows hannibal is consulting on serial killer investigations. she's would also know, presumably, from reading the newspaper, that a serial killer is operating in her general area. of all the characters on the show, she is in the best position to connect the dots between the murders in the paper, their timing and their gruesome details, and her social anti-social only patient, especially when the fbi shows up at her door to ask questions about him.

we simply do not know, for a fact, what bedelia might have suspected. however, i am inclined to believe--based on her sharp intellect, her ability to connect dots, her remark that "they're starting to see your pattern"--that whatever suspicions she may have had, she put them aside in order to enjoy a gorgeous, five-star meal that was brought directly to her door by someone she considers a worthy dinner companion

#my ask box is ALWAYS open for such thought-provoking questions #thank you again nonnie! #i really enjoyed this one #bedannibal #bedelia du maurier #asks

[incapacitated-till-caffeinated]

Did this while listening to 'No One's Gonna Love You' - Band of Horses.

A whole vibe, made me kinda emotional.

I recommend giving it a listen its this scene

#good omens #good omen spoilers #i really enjoyed this one #not sure if i will call it finished yet though #colour scheme was fun #they are reflecting each others colours

[meralasan]

what do you think, guys? how is Soap taking it? (my patrons already know )

#mycrappyart #cod mw2 #cod fanart #ghoap #captain price #I really enjoyed this one #it started as a quick spicy drawing of ghoap and then... #yeah #they would

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

the heist!mark brainrot is consuming me…, just imagine mark n the viewer meeting for the first time as little kids to shoplift candy or smth together ╥﹏╥

the (brain)rot consumes!! I can relate

my dear anon... LISTEN. I am a big advocate for childhood friends captaineer, it's one of my favourite headcanons, but a childhood friends AU for the heist partners? that's something I hadn't considered until now. and it's adorable. I had to write something for it asap because I was INSPIRED. I hope you enjoy💖 thanks for sparking the idea!

Heist!Mark x reader (not explicitly romantic at all it's more about the friendship in this one) | Words: 1,317

You are in the kitchen of your shared home base, unloading the groceries your heist partner has just bought, when you pick up a bag of sour candies, smiling quietly to yourself. He's always been a fan of them.

Turning the packet in your hands, an old memory drifts to the surface of your mind:

You don't remember exactly how long ago it was, but you couldn't have been much older than maybe ten.

Your father was busy working, and had reluctantly sent you to the store with a small list after you insisted you could handle it on your own.

You slipped the folded piece of paper out of your school bag and scanned the list of items. At the bottom was a note that read, ‘Remember to stay hydrated, kiddo! :)’

You walked around the supermarket collecting the few things on your list and placed them in your trolley. On your way to the checkout, you passed through the candy aisle and slowed to eye the products on display.

‘Aren't you going to get anything?’

Your head perked up, shocked at the sudden voice addressing you.

There was a boy next to you with dark hair, looking at you inquisitively. He seemed to be about your age. He might have even been slightly shorter than you.

You must have been standing here for longer than you realised if it had prompted him to ask you about it.

You shook your head.

‘Why not?’

‘Oh, um. My dad only gave me enough money for what we need,’ you said timidly, showing him the list.

‘Ohh, that's too bad.’ Then, a small yet undeniably mischievous smile appeared on his face. He glanced discreetly up and down the aisle. ‘You know you can just — ’ and he took one of the small packets of candy off the shelf and slipped it swiftly into his pocket.

Your eyes went wide, stunned. Both from the fact that he was suggesting you steal, and at the speed and subtly with which he'd enacted the crime, as if he'd done it dozens of times before, if not more.

‘What are you doing?’ you spoke in a harsh whisper.

‘It's no big deal,’ he said in a lower voice than before, but one that still felt entirely too loud. He slipped another bag into his pocket.

You did not want to associate with this boy any longer.

You pushed your trolley away and towards the checkout, handing your items to the cashier.

You were unhappy to find the boy waiting for you when you exited the store, shopping bag in your hand.

‘What do you want?’ you asked, a little standoffishly, frowning at him.

‘There's no need to be rude,’ he said with a small pout. ‘Y'know, I think I might have seen you at school a few times.’

To your dismay, he followed along as you started walking home. When you pressed him, he simply said, ‘Hey, I'm not following you! I live down this way too, I promise!’

As the two of you walked, he chatted annoyingly by your side. What was more annoying was that you found you didn't mind his presence. You were a quiet kid and you didn't have many friends. Having someone to walk home with you was kind of a nice change of pace.

Just as you thought this, though, you immediately chided yourself mentally. You and him were not friends. You weren't going to be friends. This boy was a criminal and he wasn't even sorry about it.

You frowned in thought.

Oh no, what if he got caught? What if you went to juvenile jail for being an accomplice to theft? What would Dad say? What would Mom say? What if—’

‘Hey, are you listening to me? You haven't responded to anything I'm saying.’

You simply sighed as he pulled you out of your thoughts.

‘Are you still mad about the candy? I told you it's not a big deal.’

You stopped as you realised you were approaching your front door. The journey seemed to have gone a little faster than usual.

‘Really?’ you finally replied in an exasperated tone. ‘That was no big deal for you? That was stealing. Stealing is wrong.’ You couldn't believe you had to spell it out to him.

‘They won't notice a couple tiny bags of candy are gone. My mom says big companies that own supermarkets are greedy. They make loads of money anyway and don't pay enough taxes.’

‘Does your mom know you're a thief?’

‘W- well, no, but-’

‘That’s what I thought.’

He looked a little disheartened.

‘Please don't tell anyone. I'm sorry if I upset you,’ he said quietly, looking down.

You hadn't really expected an apology from someone like him. You sighed again.

‘I won't tell, but don't expect me to just go along with it. And don't act like we're best buds all of a sudden. We don't know each other. You don't even know my name!’

‘Well, what's your name?’

You gave him a slightly surprised look before telling him your name, albeit hesitantly.

‘Look, I have to get going now…’

You fumbled with the shopping bag as you reached into your coat pocket, feeling for the house key, when you suddenly felt something that wasn't there before. It made a crinkling sound beneath your touch.

‘You didn't.’ You pulled the candy out of your pocket. ‘When did you—?’

The boy grinned at you.

‘I thought you could have one of mine.’

‘I don't want your stolen candy!’

‘Judging by how you looked at it earlier, I think you do. And besides, stolen treats taste better!’ he called out, already walking away.

‘Wh- SHH!’ You hoped none of your neighbours had heard.

‘I'm Mark by the way! See ya, buddy!’

You stood outside the front door, dumbfounded.

Finally you let yourself in. Your dad wouldn't be home yet for a while.

You put the shopping away and sat down at your kitchen table, staring at the stolen goods in front of you.

You could try to put it back but… that would be more suspicious.

You figured, the deed had been done. There was nothing you could do now, so you may as well make the most of it.

You tore the edge of the packet and popped one of the candies in your mouth, savouring the sweet and sour combination on your tongue.

Maybe Mark was right. It did taste extra good. But maybe it was just because you'd been craving it.

What a weird kid.

‘Stealing is wrong, huh…?’ you mumble under your breath. You look down at the candy in your hands. It's not the same brand as the one from back then, but you imagine it tastes more or less the same, from what you remember.

Present day Mark is the one to pull you out of your musings.

‘Hey, what's with that face you're making? I know that look, buddy. Are you contemplating your life choices??’

You chuckle softly.

‘Just… got reminded of something. I suppose I got lost in nostalgia for a moment.’

‘Oh yeah? Penny for your thoughts?’

You turn and smile at him.

‘This just made me think of an annoying little boy stealing candy from a supermarket. And his reluctant acquaintance who ended up getting dragged into his antics for the foreseeable future.’

It takes a second for it to click.

‘Ohhhhh.’ You watch as realisation turns to him smiling fondly at the memories, which turns to him snapping his attention to you with a fake-offended look.

You laugh at his expression.

‘Wait, hey! Annoying?!’

‘Mhm.’

‘Excuse you, I was a wonderful, sweet and positively charming child.’

Your laughter rings out in the kitchen, full of mirth, and he shakes his head at you with a familiar lopsided grin, and you are so grateful for the cheeky little boy who approached you that day.

#feels kinda weird calling it candy instead of sweets. but I did it bc they presumably live in america #I'm working on at least two other fics rn but I had to stop everything to write this #I finally submitted a uni thing I've been doing for a while so I felt like I deserved a break #and I sat down and wrote majority of this in one sitting lmao #lmao it ended up being my longest fic to date??? WHAT THE HECK?! #BTW AGAIN. NOT ENCOURAGING STEALING THAT'S BAD DON'T DO IT #also yes y/n's dad is the one the only stan the water man #I hc stan to have been the captain's actual dad so I just went 'wth why not in this universe too?' #I really enjoyed this one #thank you again anon #also. I looked up pictures of young markiplier out of curiosity and to get into the headspace Ig/get a mental image for this #and guys. I highly encourage you to do the same. #HE WAS SUCH A LITTLE GUY🥺 #and he looked as cheeky and mischievous as he often does now lolol #that also inspired parts of this haha #I tried to write a young heist!mark in a way that I think? would make sense for him #bit of a kleptomaniac maybe lol #and possibly more seemingly extroverted than I wanted but I had to kick off the interaction somehow #amee writes #a heist with markiplier #ahwm #partners in crime #heist mark x y/n #heist mark x reader #heist mark #heist!mark #markiplier egos #markiplier cu #asks #anonymous

[well-look-what-i-did]

It's the them

Close ups under the cut

#rhythm heaven #wow i did art #toss boys #i really enjoyed this one #wow wow wow #rhythm tengoku

[tiramisu-tuesdays]

Robins got childhood cataracts, a mising tooth and a whole lot of spirit 👍

#dol #art #robin the orphan #robin #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity robin #semi realism #i really enjoyed this one #made them slightly fem leaning but still androgynous enough to project onto

[forgettingcrowbin]

Positivity and negativity

#dream sans #nightmare sans #sans au #i really enjoyed this one #my art #crowbin art

[blindmagdalena]

Hi! I have notifications turned on for you bc I love your writing and when you ask for prompts for Homie, I am happy to oblige. How about this one from the list? ❛ hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you. ❜

You look... radiant. Homelander can't take his eyes off of you. He knew you would shine in the spotlight, but he had no idea just how resplendent you would look at his side. You're seated together at a Vought media event, your first public appearance as his partner. It's an evening affair that has everyone dressed in their finest. To him, they may as well be dressed in rags for all they matter, for all they compare to you. The flash of the cameras doesn't seem to bother you, but he can feel it when you occasionally squeeze his hand a little tighter under the table, seeking his assurance. He can hear your nerves in the quickened patter of your heart. He squeezes your hand in return, and it prompts you to look at him. He sees it as if in slow motion. You turn, your gaze finding first his smile, his sparkling white teeth primed for the cameras. Your eyes lift to meet his, and the smile you return to him is so intimate, so entirely for him, it steals his breath away. He forgets that the rest of the world exists.

It makes his chest feel tight, like his heart has grown too large for the cage of his ribs. Homelander leans in to whisper in your ear, "Do you have any idea how hard it is to sit here and be close to you... And not kiss you?" He asks, his voice a warm rumble in your ear. His cheek is close enough to yours that he can feel the way you warm with a flush. The quiet way you laugh is music to his ears. You press your lips together in that mischievous way he loves. It means you're about to say something he knows he'll like. "Well... Why don't you?"

You've barely finished your sentence when Homelander kisses you, crimson gloved hand cupped over the side of your face. His hand and arm obscure the press of your lips from the media circus. The flashes from the paparazzi set off like fireworks around you, the rapid fire noise of camera shutters sounding like gunfire, but it all fades away into the background as the two of you kiss, the beat of your heart gradually calming. This power he has over you is intoxicating. No matter how nervous you are, there has never been a cliff he could not walk you down from. When your heart pounds and your eyes are glassy, you seek the warmth of his embrace without fail. He never tires of feeling your pulse turning steady against him, held tight in his arms. Similarly, you have never faulted him his needs. Through the nightmares, through the trials and pains of learning to love one another, sharp edges and all, your words and your touches have brought him a peace he thought only existed in the fantasy of film. Homelander was raised to believe love would make him weak. With you, it feels like a superpower all its own. When Homelander pulls back, your smile is brighter, a little giddy, your cheeks thoroughly blushed. His eyes are warm, crinkled at the corners from the sheer width of his smile. "Better?" You ask quietly. "Me? I'm just gettin' warmed up," he answers, flashing you a little wink before he drops his hand back to the table, armed and ready to once more face the hungry media frenzy, the lot of them frothing for all the details on Homelander's new lover.

#you're so cute thank you SO MUCH for your support!! #i really enjoyed this one #homelander x reader #homelander x you #ask and you shall receive #darling anon #my writing #fluff

[inexplicablymine]

I am, as always, titling via song lyrics or not at all: the sound of a symphony playing for two

xoxo MJ

Thank you MJ <333 Okay RWRB because that is my muse at the moment until I am fully enveloped into the lonestar fandom.

They are both in the Graduate Level conducting course taught at Juilliard under David Robertson (yes this is real yes it is amazing). Their year long capstone is a dual composition and conducting project with a partner (hint hint they get assigned each other) and the winning symphonic arrangement gets to be performed for international world premiere at the spring gala for the New York Philharmonic. Alex and Henry fight, make up, and fight some more, writing a pretty sultry tango piece in the middle of it all. Of course their piece wins the competition but is it too late for the pair of them?

Would be ANGST with a side of working it out in the horizontal tango on every surface before some more angst is piled on. Pithy music references and two boys who think the other doesn’t care nearly as much (they do) and you have a recipe for way more chapters than anybody knows what to do with.

#title game #red white and royal blue #I really enjoyed this one #fanfiction #firstprince #rwrb #inexplicablymine

[riemmetric]

Phantoms | Original Fiction

​ Notes: This is based on today’s prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial​: late night train. CFR (Căile Ferate Române) is the Romanian Railway Company. Timișoara is a city in the west of Romania. Bucharest is the capital and it is located in the south, in the middle of a big plain. Sinaia is a town in Transylvania, best known for being a ski resort. 

She boards the train at half past nine. There are a good twenty minutes left before departure, but the cars are already here, waiting patiently for a new locomotive, and her elderly laptop weighs heavily inside the rucksack. The night is pitch black. It’s been raining heavily all day – never a white Christmas in Timișoara – but come evening, the skies have cleared up. There’s no more street light reflected on the clouds to aid the wilting lightbulbs in the train station. There’s a single light fixture that works here on platform two, and it keeps flickering in and out of existence. It’s not even close to her car. Without the locomotive to supply power, the train is dark like a cave. 

She enters her compartment and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the sink. The shadows are falling over her face in a way that seems wrong. For a long second she doesn’t recognize the woman staring at her from the mirror and her heart quickens its pace. A tremor shakes the car and lights flicker into life. The heater begins to hum its song. She locks eyes with herself in the mirror. The same familiar features, hiding behind the new pair of glasses she has picked up this morning. It was just the glasses. She’s not yet accustomed with the glasses. 

Her roommate enters their compartment two minutes before departure. She had hoped against all hope to be spared of a companion (who’s traveling to Bucharest between Christmas and New Year’s Eve?), but it can’t be helped. She hopes in the future she will be able to afford to buy out an entire compartment in the sleeping car, but for now even the price of one bed here feels exorbitant. 

“Going all the way to Bucharest?“ her companion asks, while making herself comfortable on the bottom bunk. 

“Yes. And even further than that. I’m going to Sinaia.“

“Oh dear, you’ll be travelling quite a lot then. Sucks not to be able to take a direct train, isn’t it? Damn CFR.“

She doesn’t tell the other woman that yes, it’s a lot of time and money, but it’s worth it, it’s so worth it. She doesn’t tell her that she’s bought a one-way ticket, that she hopes she will not come back home for a long time. She doesn’t tell her she’s going to Sinaia to start her life over. She just nods, wishes her companion good night, and shuts off the light. 

*

She’s trying to sleep and it’s not working. This is not an unusual occurrence, but she has hoped that maybe now, when she’s finally shed her shackles, her brain will stop pumping out the poison. The rocking of the train is slowly becoming less pronounced. The breaks shriek, the G-forces push her slightly forward, then everything comes to a stop. She opens her eyes and expects to see the harsh lights of a train station peering through the lopsided curtain. The world outside is dark. 

She sits up. The mirror above the sink catches her face. There is a delay on her reflection as she moves, as if her image is composed of a thousand lazy pixels who are not paid well enough to work at this hour. Her phone shows her an impossible combination of time and location. She peers through the curtain, but it’s hard to see outside and she doesn’t want to disturb her roommate. She climbs out of the top bunk and fumbles in the dark until she finds her shoes. She puts them on outside, in the dim yellow light of the corridor. There is no movement anywhere. She pulls down the window and peers outside. The lights from the train paint the clouds and snowy fields in the same creamy yellow, that fades into black as the fields continue into eternity. The frost cuts her cheeks. More light bleeds out from the second-class cars, where the overhead fixtures never turn off. The shadows of sleepless people dance across the field. 

Her feet walk her towards the end of the car. The door is open. The ticket inspector is standing outside, snow up to his shins, smoking. The sleeping car is the first one next to the locomotive and she can see the figure of the train conductor, leaning outside his little window and shouting angrily into his phone. 

“Did the locomotive break down?“ she asks. 

The answer of the ticket inspector is not at all surprising. “Yes. We’re waiting for a new one from Craiova.”

She frowns trying to remember whether or not they have passed Craiova already. The wind makes the top layer of snow dance in the lights bleeding out from the train and the edges of the world soften. Through the haze, she sees a herd of deer prancing through the field. She gasps and points in their direction. Some of them are very small and she tries to remember if deer have babies during winter. 

“They’ve been here for a while,“ the ticket inspector says. “They must think we have food.“

At the same time, the train conductor throws his phone into the snow and swears. 

The cold makes her teeth chatter. She knows she will not be able to sleep and she feels safe here in the doorway, next to the ticket inspector. She needs a coat. She goes back into her compartment to retrieve it. She doesn’t notice that her reflection doesn’t show up at all in the mirror above the sink this time. 

When she steps back into the corridor, the ticket inspector is at the other end of the car, looking through the window. The bottoms of his trousers are completely dry. 

Back in the door frame, she frowns at the snowy plain, but try as she may, she can’t make out the markings of where the deer have walked. A thought: nobody has walked on this field for a thousand years. 

The train conductor is searching the snow for his phone, still swearing. He’s wearing only a white T-shirt, strikingly bright against the night. He looks up and sees her. 

“What a fucking piece of shit of a situation, right?“

She nods. The conductor finds his phone and waves it triumphantly above his head. “I called Craiova. We’re gonna have about two hours of delay, maybe more. Fucking piece of shit country.”

The expected arrival time inscribed on her ticket reads 8:06. Locomotive breakdowns happen all the time, so she hasn’t bothered to buy a ticket for Sinaia yet. She will get one from the train station, for whichever train will be next. 

“Are you an engineer by any chance, miss?“ the conductor asks. 

Her heart leaps in her throat. It’s what it says on her diploma and she has tried so hard to love it. But the world of mechanical systems never listened to her. She tried so hard to coax them into life and always fell short. They were not meant for each other and she had to let them go. 

“No, sorry. I’m a writer,“ she replies and it’s not a lie even though she hasn’t published a book yet, because this is the dream that saved her, the dream that will start tomorrow, in Sinaia. 

There’s movement at the corner of her eye and she turns, still wondering about the deer. But it’s just a couple of passengers stepping out of the second-class car, lightning up cigarettes. 

“Fucking piece of shit country,“ she hears them say, even though they’ve stepped out from the sixth car and she’s standing next to the locomotive. When she glances back at the train conductor, he’s gone. 

*

She’s sipping a cappuccino in the coffeeshop closest to the train platforms in Bucharest’s northern train station. A throbbing headache is growing behind her eyes as she’s desperately trying to piece together the faint memories of the previous night. The cold, the people. Which people? Which deer? That yellow light, bleeding out from everywhere, infecting everything like a fungus. Her phone is sitting on the table, turned on, showing an impossible hour: half past eight. 

#flashfictionfriday #flash fiction friday #fff183 #writeblr #writers on tumblr #original fiction #mine:writing #not a very original title but what can you do.... #i really enjoyed this one

[o-wise-corvid]

#gen draws #Artfight today #artfight #artfight 2023 #I really enjoyed this one #she looks like a bunch of fun

[frogwynwebber]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Valdo Marx, Witchers (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Curses, Fairy Tale Curses, Fairy Tale Elements, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, in a sense at least it isn't based on any in particular, Minor Jaskier | Dandelion/Valdo Marx, One-Sided Attraction, Jealousy, Attempted Murder, Temporary Character Death, True Love, Revenge, Justice, Hurt Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings, Pining, Mutual Pining, no beta we die like men and get our shit wrecked in the comments, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Content, Mild Sexual Content, Amputation, but not actually just a mention of a possibility, addendum: now with beta Summary:

Valdo Marx has invited Jaskier to enjoy the cultural events hosted in Oxenfurt and Geralt has come along, deviating for the moment from the Path. However, Jaskier has some concerns. Lately, Geralt has been having trouble walking after a contract. Geralt seems to be hiding something far worse than any ordinary wound. Meanwhile, Valdo has plans to reclaim Jaskier's attention which involve his witcher. Something of his hidden nature waits to be revealed.

Alt - Witchers turn to stone when they sustain an irreparable wound. Geralt is slowly dying and cannot bring himself to tell Jaskier that there is no cure.

#fanfic #ao3 #the witcher #geraskier #I really enjoyed this one #my recs

[catmask]

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

#also if it wasnt clear this isnt ‘its bad its lazy’ there is a level of like #completion consistancy i am thinking for with this #personally i really do not enjoy the like. vintage chic long red nails fur coats noir esque aesthetic HOWEVER 💥💥💥 #i can recognize that it is put together it is Intentional #i feel like a lot of people are going to say minimalism on this so LET ME SAY 🫰☝️ i recognize that minimalism is Considered an aesthetic #but i *PERSONALLY* do not consider it an aesthetic i consider it the void of one #it is a lapse in aesthetic or personality in the same way a silence in a song is still technically a ‘beat’ but no music is played #however the importance of Space or Breath in design is more akin to a purposeful silence in music #because that silence matters in the same way rhythm and breath in design do #so i guess minimalism is more comparable to like. white noise. the sound of a fan #very little effort and there is a comfort in it i suppose but its not. A Design. okay #TO ME 🤫 #if minimalism has one hater its me if minimalism has no haters im dead