#conceit Art

[artist-issues]

I remember during the making of Tangled, the filmmakers said they had to work hard to design Rapunzel’s tower to be beautiful and seem like a cozy, fun environment, while also making Mother Gothel seem sweet and loveable, if manipulative.

Because, they said, if the environment is too much like a prison, and Gothel is too much like a villainess, the audience wouldn’t believe in Rapunzel as a character. They’d think she was either stupid or cowardly, to stay in such a nasty situation without trying to escape sooner. But if her circumstances seem just livable enough, just sweet enough, that you can see some of the appeal, then you wouldn’t blame her for waiting so long to leave.

Why didn’t they do that with Wish?

Why didn’t they think that relatability through?

Nobody is really feeling compelled to root for the everyday Rosas citizens during the movie. You don’t feel like rooting for Asha’s cause, or even Queen Amaya’s. Because you think to yourself, “why did it take the townspeople so long to ask the question ‘why can’t we just have our wishes back?’”

Asha comes up with those culture-breaking questions, inexplicably, in the first twenty minutes of the movie. It takes the rest of the townspeople about 24 hours to suddenly start asking that, too.

So why don’t you root for them?

Because when something bad happens to them, part of your brain goes, “why didn’t they see that coming, though? Why didn’t they ask questions? That one’s a little bit on them.”

And you don’t really feel that feeling you got with Mother Gothel, where you were like, “Oh yeah, I can see why the main character trusted this villain; the villain really seems to care about the hero, if you didn’t know what she was after.” You don’t;t get that same feeling with Magnifico. Because the whole idea of what he does—by erasing people’s memories and yelling at them and having no moments with regular folk where he’s warm and personal and building trust—is so malicious that we don’t believe the other characters couldn’t see it.

We COULD HAVE believed it. If they’d added in good writing and character moments to make it believable.

When Magnifico interacts with the people who trust him and are duped by him, he’s up on a stage, flashing superpowers they don’t have and then disappearing back into his tower after only granting one wish. He’s not on the welcome tour with Asha. He doesn’t know his own palace staff by name. He’s done nothing to build the trust all the side-characters unquestioningly give him. So even at the end, when everyone’s like, “aw, we wanted to believe in Magnifico,” we don’t feel it. Because didja? Why? Everyone could see that coming.

Meanwhile Mother Gothel tells Rapunzel she loves her most every time she leaves. She laughs with her. She reinforces every conversation they have with the idea that she’s desperate to protect Rapunzel. She brings her her favorite soup as a surprise and remembers the ingredients. She goes to get white paint on a very long trip so Rapunzel can paint. She compliments her strength and beauty—even if it’s backhanded. She calls her “dear,” and “darling.” She knocks thugs out with sticks, returning even after she argued with and supposedly ‘gave up’ on Rapunzel, all to supposedly’ protect’ her. So when Rapunzel realizes it was all an act, and she’s wrathful and furious and grabs Gothel’s hand, we DO feel it. Because we believed that Rapunzel really didn’t see this coming, so the shock stings worse. We don’t blame Rapunzel, and we do blame Gothel.

Just another example of what #NotMyDisney forgot about themselves.

#Tangled #wish #Gothel #mother Gothel #rapunzel #asha #Magnifico #wish hate #meta #conceit Art #criticism #analysis #character development #writing tips #character analysis #animation #Disney #NotMyDisney

[thecookieshop]

funniest dynamic imaginable everyone else can go home

#he will jump through a thousand mental hoops and gymnastics to explain why marrying her is just the easiest and least annoying way out #like sure dude ok. if you say so. #terusai #saiteru #the disastrous life of saiki k #i havent done fanart in a million years because ALL art time is filled up but. this hyperfixation is hitting me FOR REAL like a truck #so well see #anyway #conceited asshole with bizarre superpowers X conceited asshole with bizarre superpowers superior dynamic thanks byw

[petorahs]

hearts and their consumption 🤍✨🪐

day 5, fantasy | howl's moving castle paro

⬇️ extras + explanation below

i literally needed to explain my casting bc it seems so obvious for howlkechi but i chose akira as howl for personal reasons...(COUGHS sharesthesamepersonalitytypeasbothhowlandjoker COUGHS)

#shuake #goro akechi #akira kurusu #persona 5 #shuakeweek2023 #my art #ren amamiya #sorry for the abysmal casting but this is my truth ☝️ #well #movie howl at least #i feel like book howl is a hot mess and way more conceited #is that goro? idk i havent actually read it yet so #what matters is that i had fun :D hope u guys enjoy #this idea has been rattling in my brain sinch MARCH

[herbalinz-of-yesteryear]

Good Maulning

Kind of a mix of his TCW Crimson Dawn robe and Mandalore robe (the length is the difference; i like him in longer robes, even tho i like robo legs too).

#sorry not sorry #xD #maul being a conceited little drama queen again #good maulning #needs to be on my mug #darth maul #darth maul fanart #maul #mandalore #star wars #star wars fanart #digital art

[starflungwaddledee]

this better not go to her head or next thing you know she's gonna be calling herself ༺✦ an influencer ✦༻

#but in seriousness when i tell you how i screamed when i saw these!! #i hope this doesn't seem conceited i am just SO excited to see it whether or not they were inspired by my work. more content!! more content #i should also clarify the wingclaws were not in the secret santa but i did see them along with the other new art today so i'm including it #queueing many pieces from the hnkss to post over the next week! sooo much good stuff wowowowow what a christmas treat!! #starstruck dee #my art #my comics #swallow tailed galacta kngiht

[tostada-turtle]

Like Father, Like Son

#i didn't mean to make scout's so painterly but then itd been an hour and i remembered that idk how to paint #tf2 #tostadasillies #tf2 scout #spy tf2 #i think spy painted all those silly portraits in his smoking room because hes kinda conceited #and even a gentleman needs a hobby #and while scout doesn't care about painting he can still appreciate art #strained parental relationships

[plush-pigeon]

redraw of bede's sync move because i love him so much, he's the worst

#andy on his way to get attached to every purple conceited character he sees #it's happened three times now can you believe it #my art #digital art #pokemon #pokemon fanart #bede #rival bede #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #pokemon masters ex #pokemas

[oohbuggypie]

"and as he wept, he wept and said, 'Oh, my.. Oh, my.. Would to God I had died for He'"

this is fully inspired by @goferwashere 's PO!! Monster Hunter AU 🩷 depicted is Don Flamenco in his monster form being held in his last moments by Joe. the writing that describes their fight, Don's death, and Joe's regret are all below the cut as its very long. but WOW i just could not get this idea out of my head . thank u soo much Gofer for the amazing AU and thank u to the whole community for being my courage to be brave and release something a little less cutesie than usual ! 🥹 additional details i rlly want to be known::

-the tattoo on Don' torso is an altered version of that in the regular PO!! universe; the one depicted reads "COLOSSIANS 3:2" :: the verse's meaning is "Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things". this is meant to reflect his disdain for humans, and how he views them as lesser

-the stab wound placement is below Don's right pectoral; this is in reflection of Jesus Christ's 5th wound he suffered whilst being crucified. additionally, it is said that what seeped from the wound wasn't only blood, but water as well; i found this very fitting for his character for obvious reasons lol

-the lyrics above the drawing are a condensed / altered version from the choral piece "David's Lamentation", one of my favorite songs ever !

phewph okay writing time ! unfortunately i have never written angst, let alone fighting OR death .. this is also being released about half an hour shy of midnight on bad sleep so proofreading is out of the question.. this is prob a hard read but I STAY CONFIDENT ! here we gooo 🩷::

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Don hissed and swung his fist in an aimless direction, hearing the collision's result come in the form of an agonized grunt from the man near him. Blind rage mingled with fear consumed Don's body in a way God himself forbade, yet he continued to batter any flesh that came into contact with his.

Joe's entire being ached, his eye now burning from the knuckles that dug into it just moments ago. He clenched it shut and let the obscurity of his vision drive his instincts to wherever they were necessary. He aimed to return the punch with his own fist plunging to meet Don's stomach, momentarily knocking the air from his lungs. As Don's arms instinctively lowered to gaurd where his sore flesh was struck, Joe snarled and drew his left arm back to slam a fist into Don's cheek. The siren felt a coursing agony not only externally, but through his heart. He knew what would come, yet he continued to bare his teeth. He ripped apart anything which bothered him and felt no haunting ring in his mind. Though this time, he feared that the bells would toll.

Joe took full advantage of the temporary stun he inflicted upon Don and wrapped his hands around the man's throat. Joe kicked Don's ankle in so that he buckled beneath his own weight, dropping them both to meet the floor. Joe felt a shake within his bones, like the structures in his own body didn't want him to do this. He didn't want to. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Yet his body moved now without his mind, pressing his entire weight into the neck of the helpless man below him. Don couldn't stand the desperation that racked his body, and above that distaste, he couldn't bare to look up at the deathly eyes staring into his own. The man who he called a friend held less semblance to a human and now closer to a wraith, some wretched figure distorted by horror. His skin appeared a sickly gray in the darkness of the gym's room, and had his hands always been this coarse and cold? Nonetheless, for the present time Don disregarded the friend he once had and viewed him now as a step above a pet; competition.

Don snarled and thrashed beneath the body of Joe and locked his hands around the arms above. His brain felt like a searing gas within his head, but that lack of consciousness was immediately replaced by instinct. Don slid his hands down to grip Joe's wrists and ripped them outwards with a fell swipe. Joe wasn't spared a second to process the motion before his nose was slammed by Don's forehead. A pained cry was all his voice could manage before his vision flickered black.

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When he awoke, only seconds has passed since he blacked out. With a horrified start, Joe began to thrash his arms through the water engulfing him. His legs kicked in the same motion, his left heel slamming into an excruciating pressure seeming to bind his right ankle. The force released as soon as it felt his bruising strike against it. Joe desperately made strokes with his arms upwards, looking for any form of light to signify what differentiated the surface from the bottom. Joe felt a darkness reigning upon him as another figure trailed close behind, its presence growing heavier with each struggling wave of his arms throughout the pool.

Joe's face broke the surface. Without a second to catch his breath, he began scanning the area with bewildered eyes for the nearest edge. His loafers felt like bricks tied to his ankles, and the turtleneck he donned was quickly becoming suffocating. A short distance behind him, a splash breaking the water's tension drove Joe into fight or flight. His arms clawed in front of him with strokes large enough to leave his arms aching the next day, yet that same pain was his drive to reach the edge quicker. He gripped the ledge of the hard floor and hoisted himself above the edge, rushing into a position where his knees and one arm balanced his body upright. With his unoccupied hand, he reached where the bells tolled and the colors sank. Joe frantically patted his pocket for where the knife's sheath bulged.

Don arose from the water he resided in just seconds after his former partner. Joe ripped the leather from his pocket and reached into it, gripping the handle as if he was warding death itself away. His knuckles were white with pressure, and his wide eyes locked on the man inches from himself. Don's eyes were sickly and no longer passing as human; the bags beneath them were a bruised purple, and where the whites of his eyes should be were replaced by a glassy blue. His brows dug wrinkles into his forehead like malicious scars upon skin. And the worst of it all was the death-like frown that crumpled his entire facial structure; it drew his eyes in a downward spiral, and his lips curled against his flesh like desperate hands digging into anything for hold.

With his chest exposed and either arms beside him as means to lift himself, Joe raised his blade and drudged it into Don's flesh.

Don's eyes fell like the world's light upon an empty room, and the sharp inhale in his throat thrummed akin to the death rattle. Despite the metal lodged deep within his chest, he managed the strength to drag himself from his home's grasp and to lay on the freezing tile below him. Joe's hands left his mouth as he let out some visceral shout that made cherubs above weep. He scurried across the soaked floor to examine the man before him. Joe slammed himself down upon the floor and struggled to lift him, eventually draping Don's being across his own. Don's arms rested against Joe's bent knees, and his head tilted into his chest with slowing breaths beating against his sweater. The remaining warmth of his breath settling on his own shoulder resembled the comfort of a blanket upon a child's cold body. Joe felt static piercing through his brain and throughout his ears.

He slid his trembling hand to grab the hilt of his blade, yanking it from between Don's ribs with a crumbling expression upon his face. Where the stab wound remained open, Joe rested his hand on its opening and let the blood seep onto his skin. He lowered them to graze the rest of Don's torso, creating an up and down rhythm almost as if to comfort him. He felt a dread in his stomach nothing in his life had ever compared to; he had killed numerous times before this, and for pettier reasons. But the understanding of what he had just done settled upon him like the smothering embrace of a rotting being. Joe lost any remaining thoughts in his mind as small, breaking moans passed the pursing lips of Don.

Don's body felt washed by shades of baby blue. His eyed fixated on an empty and quickly fading horizon. The right side of his body held a sensation that reminded him of familiarity; dripping water and warm waves caressing his flesh. Though this time, the sea seemed to be accompanied by rainfall. Don couldn't muster the strength to look up, let alone turn his head, but he felt warm droplets fall upon his hair. The fog that began swallowing his mind didn't allow him to understand where the water's source was coming from. They dropped rapidly now, dripping enough so that they slid across his own cheeks; they made up for the lack of his own tears. The air that was becoming increasingly hard to keep in his grasp now filled with a tune, a rhythm similar to those he practiced when dancing.

"Je suis désolé, je suis vraiment désolé, oh..."

Don couldn't understand the words, couldn't sing along to the beautiful tune that seemed to hail from Heaven itself. It broke his heart a bit, seeing that one of his greatest attributes was his ethereal singing voice. But the words soothed his soul, and held this wonderous ability to make his eyes feel comfortable closing.

"Oh, mon Dieu... Oh, mon Dieu, pardonne-moi... Pardonne-lui aussi..." Joe heaved, his hands clutching the bloodied skin of Don's torso. His body shook with a might that caused Don's own body to tremor along with his.

Don wished he knew what those words meant. Don wished he could hear the voice sing in his ears forever, let the melody echo throughout the chambers of his fading mind every second of every waking moment. Don's face fell cold, and his body felt as if it was losing its occupation; but fear never crossed his mind when his vision finally began to fade. He loved the hands running up and down his body, loved the warmth cascading against his side, loved the song, he loved this moment. He let his breath soften and slip from his mind's priorities, and now focused on shutting his eyes to rest.

The last thing Don truly felt was the slipping of beads across his collar bones.

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Joe removed the rosary from around Don's neck and let its wooden roses slide into a pile inside his unused pocket. He vowed that the blade would make no contact with the necklace.

Joe couldn't and didn't think as he laid the body of his sweet friend down to rest away from his own. He looked once more into the drained yet softened features of Don's face; his lips looked soft against his chin, and his brows no longer furrowed in such a dreadful way. Joe stood for moments, spending minutes staring down at the body now devoid of life on the floor. The worst sight of the entire night was the wound beneath the right side of Don's chest. And even upon staring at it, running his eyes over it again and again, Joe just couldn't think deeper about it.

He turned his back from the death that loomed behind him and exited through the double doors of the room. Joe stalked off into the night, letting the world's air solidify the agonizing tears that stained his cheeks, down to his neck.

END !! thanks 4 reading if u did and thank u 2 anybody who sees this !! now im gonna go ahead and pass out it's 11:45 PM and im sick 🩷

#punch out!! wii #punch out wii #punch out #punch out!! #don flamenco #glass joe #punch out monster hunter au #dewdlebug #my writingz #wow this took like multiple years off my life but ill b damned if i didnt say that i am so genuinely proud and in love with the art for thi #i dont want 2 b conceited dont get it wrong but omg .. i captured exactly what i wanted to down to the lighting that i had to fight with ir #but u know how it be !! #anyhow wow i really hope anybody who likes Don likes this but also u all have permission to throw rocks at me cuz this HURT to conceive bro

[memelzebub]

#how to ruin your husbands halloween: dress as him when his lazy conceited ass goes as himself #cuphead #henchman #the devil #henchdevil #the cuphead show #my art

[mysunfreckle]

Me, trying to write Bingley's proposal to Jane for Conceit and Conciliation: I'll read Edward's proposal to Elinor in Sense and Sensibility as inspriation, it will at least give me a benchmark for how emotional and expressive they can get

Jane Austen, writing Sense and Sensibility: "...in what manner he expressed himself, and how he was received, need not be particularly told."

Miss Austen, I beg of you

#sense and sensibility #jane austen #she just really wasn't there for the mushy stuff #restrained proposals or artful parapharsing only #conceit and conciliation #austen #sunfreckle's scribbles

[margarethelstone-2]

"You tired already?" "I'm tired still." ~~~~~

so ages ago I had this idea for a marichat comic but because comics are hard and my motivation often can't even last long enough for a single panel, it got buried with all the other wips and forgotten, so much that rn i can't even remember what it was supposed to be about. heck, i might even swap it with lukanette at this point and write a fic for them or whatever, because that's just how my brain goes.

what i mean is, please see this as an opening to whatever pairing/story you want and let your imagination go from there.

old sketch under the cut:

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #marichat #lukanette #any pairing is fine you ship what you ship! #or no pairing at all just marinette #helstoneart-2 #also may i say how impressed i am with my own progress here like darn #i wasn't expecting such a difference when i sat to draw tonight #i'm sorry i swear i'm not conceited i'm just very insecure about my art

[shimmershy]

Im impressed by how much you're art evolved to today, do you still think about your art in the past and how you evolved to today to obtain this level of quality and story telling ?

Thank you very much! :D It always means a lot when other people tell me my art has improved over time. I feel like I can definitely see it in little ways. It's just super nice and cool when other people see improvement too! Like wow it's not just me, I really have come a long way with my art.

But yeah, I do think a lot about the art I did in the past and how I got to where I am today. It's really fascinating to me how the skills that kind of come naturally now were all things I had to learn over time. Like to some extent, I can just "feel out" where facial features go now without thinking too much about it, whereas in the past, I know I had a lot more trouble with that. I feel like I tended to draw eyes too big and I had a really weird way of drawing noses. I don't know. I also had pretty bad same-face syndrome I think. But yeah.

When I'm sketching in my sketchbook, I like to flip through the whole thing and look at all the sketches I've done in the past couple years/months and look at the way they've evolved over time in a "big picture" way. It's cool. I think it's especially because although it's a little more than just a hobby now, a good deal of the improvement came solely from my passion and excitement to just bring ideas to life. I was never really "practicing just to practice", and although I did do little studies based on photos from time to time, most of it was just me noticing things and picking things up from the real world but also from art styles I really enjoyed. And wanting to create something that meant something, and just trying until I was happy with it. Like I definitely never had "natural talent" - that doesn't exist - but I've always had a passion to create, and I feel like the act of drawing as a way of expressing my ideas has always come kind of naturally to me, probably because I did it so much when I was younger. It's always been my "thing". It's just cool to see that passion I've always had turn into art that I'm really proud of today!

#ask #godofchaoss #sorry for getting kinda ramble-y I tend to do that. especially when talking about art and process stuff. #I love drawing sooooo much. did you guys know that? were you aware? #I don't know if all this reads as conceited at all. you don't have to read all that skdhfskd I just. I actually do think about it a lot. #I'm not trying to say I'm the best artist ever or even that I'm a good artist! I'm just like. happy with where I'm at. #because at the end of the day I'm not even doing it to be good or for other people to think my art's good. #I want to create stuff that feels important to me. I have ideas I want to make Real and drawing is my way of doing that. #and so it's like. I make things that are good To Me. and To Me my art is awesome!! it makes me so happy!! #and then sharing my art is just a bonus because it means a lot to me that the stuff I draw for myself can #mean something to other people too. :) #I don't know if that makes sense but. yeah. sjdfhksdf I could go on and on I'm sorry I have way too much to say sometimes.

[crazyw3irdo]

6 and Batman!

he’s always right, you’re never right / (get me out of here) / ‘cause you’re just scared / you’re just scared of the future - model buses by lovejoy

#i’m ngl when i got a song that’s whole conceit is making fun of boris johnson i. had no idea what to do for a minute there #like just i was trying to figure out if there was a batman villain with boris vibes or if i should just take the lines literally for bruce #then i realized. jason. it’s jason making fun of bruce. i’m just imagining this song being him taunting bruce during their fight before #he reveals who he is. and also this is the art i mentioned i went a bit too insane on and i’m setting expectations way too high for the res #crazwaz posted #crazy's art #batman #red hood #dc #bruce wayne #jason todd #side note first time drawing both jason and bruce here. i just copied jason’s design from under the red hood ngl #and bruce i just. made up. the only reference image i used for him was for the batman logo #i really like it tho #audience participation

[lennonhead]

memories

#none of this can be canon since like the mid 90s but I am obsessed with the original conceit of his character #the undertaker #wwe #wwf #art

[rofla09]

faith for the only believer.

#GenshinImpact #原神 #Scaramouche #Kunikuzushi #Wanderer #Haypasia #illustration #digital art #you know when you build a wall of arrogance and conceit between yourself and people for centuries to avoid the same pain from the past #and then it INSTANTLY cracks as soon as there is even one person showing him respect and attention even if it's not sincere #It's just ironic how much he despises everyone around him and how much he wants recognition from others

[alltimewhat]

wound dehiscence can quickly escalate to infection or even evisceration

#it took me literally like a month to finish this drawing because i started it and did the sketch #and then immediately had NO ideas for the window panes LMFAO. so im really happy to have it done #im not sure i'm supremely happy with it but i'm definitely not Unhappy with it :) #reza #this piece kinda has a stupid level of symbolism in it that pretty much only i would recognize without being told LMFAO #i love to make very symbolic art of an oc that nobody knows enough about to understand #the main conceit though is that reza's abusive family altered his memories with magic. and he struggles a lot with the combination of #like #'i am missing the true facts of huge portions of my life' and simultaneously 'my parents left a lot of memories of them being awful #so how bad is the stuff they erased' #also a little bit about the harm he was groomed into causing when he was young and his own emotional autocannibalism