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mileskanex · 7 months

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#miles kane #i had nothing to do

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achieve-the-sun · 2 months

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Hi! could you draw a Psyduck? please

Here you go????

#psyduck #ask morghy #quick doodle #i had nothing to do #pokemon

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highrockwitch · 1 year

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Yes, this is my ship.

Why? No reason, one day it just happend and I decided that someday I would create content for them

SeeU is the power bottom gf with cat energy and Rin is the tiny soft top golden retriever gf

#vocaloid #vocaloid3 #seeu #kagamine rin #rin kagamine #ship #fanart #rinxseeu #i dont know #yes my second OTP of VOCALOID and my life #I had nothing to do

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dvferon · 2 years

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HERE ME OUT

Warning ⚠️ NSFW!

-Imagine albedo sketches you while you ride him.

(also I have like, little writing experience:'c)

Albedo is a man of art. Everyone knows how he loves sketching things that pique his interest, whether it be a hillichurl that seems to be unusually larger than the rest, a coffee mug that looks out of proportion, or a leaf that's been half eaten by a boar.

Well lucky you, you who the Kreideprinz himself has taken interest in, so much so that he wants to know everything there is to know about you. How you look in different outfits, how you react to different things and so on.

Perhaps you could call yourself lucky. Albedo is a handsome lad, caring and smart, a loving brother too. His persistent personality and hardworking trait are probably what drawn you to him.

So when he asked to draw you, how could you refuse? Infact you felt flattered that he'd want to draw you of all people.

But you didn't expect that things were about to happen. Here you are, at his lab, unclothed, sitting between his thighs, your hands at both his shoulders for support and him calmly sketching away.

Unpredictable things happen right?

He grabbed his coat and placed them atop your shoulders, "There, better?" He asks, you didn't even realized that you were shaking from the cold. The candle right beside you two didn't help at all.

His gloved hand lovingly caressed your waist, smiling at you.

He was big, god you felt your walls stretched when you sat on his cock. You looked at him with pleading eyes until he smiled and finally allowed you to move.

You started slowly, going up and down, feeling his cock leave and re-enter, you felt amazing. He was quietly watching your expressions as they changed from pain to pleasure.

Then he started sketching, sketching your hair as they fall perfectly when you go down. Then he went with your body.

Whether it be pleasure or the cold, maybe neither, you were shaking.

Then you started going fast, eager to feel more of him, more of his touch, but he told you he'd indulge you later with kisses after you finish for him.

He began sketching your expression, your face that's clearly begging to moan. He put down his sketch book and tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

Faster... Faster...

Finally he got you were he wanted, your walls tightening around his hard cock, moans filling up the walls of the cave.

You two felt it, you were close. You wanted to ask if you could cum, but he was too busy sketching. "What's wrong? You're close already?" He asks, his voice warm.

You nod your head, eager to release. "Go ahead my dear, cum." He said as he lovingly caressed your cheek.

At his command, you felt hot cream ooze between your thighs and his. You felt yourself collapsing at his chest, Albedo simply patted your head.

He looked at his sketch, and oh was he satisfied indeed. "Such a lovely expression you had." He kissed your ear, a satisfied smile creeped on his lips.

#albedo #genshin impact #genshin smut #i had nothing to do #albedo x reader

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ardri-na-bpiteog · 2 months

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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

#i have to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night to even barely function #with sleep #getting ready for work #commute #cooking #and errands #I typically have maybe 2-3 hours to actually do what i want in a day #and I'm usually too tired to actually do the things i want to do #and that's with a very short commute #if i actually had a long commute I'd basically do nothing but work #i see my friends like once every few weeks or months #because we're all so fucking busy with work and have such little time for socialising #and none of us even have kids or anything!!

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druid-for-hire · 4 months

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[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

#comic art #comics #original comic #chronic pain #carpal tunnel #tendonitis #my art #original #edit: what a delightful surprise to see this take off #this was made for class on very low fuel and very few thoughts and late at night and exhausted #the prompt was just a wordless narrative essay. three pages. and i had nothing and no ideas #and my head hurt and i was too tired to think about doing any of the like. research and mind mapping and ideating i'd do otherwise #but my arm hurt #so i decided to do a thing about arm hurty #i'm surprised to see so many people finding it resonating with them #but then again i shouldn't be. the universal lies in the specific #i should make more things about smaller stuff

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buggachat · 7 months

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deserved

#ml #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml paris special #ml paris #ml spoilers #claw noir #shadybug #toxinelle #griffe noire #shadyclaw #toxigriffe #ladynoir #<- kind of?#my art #I TOLD MYSELF I WOULD TAKE A BREAK FROM DRAWING BUT THEN MY INTERNET WENT OUT AND I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO DO #had to use a different application than usual though because capitalism is a scourge so my usual art program doesn't work offline

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inkskinned · 7 months

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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

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stil-lindigo · 9 months

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scorched earth.

a comic about a princess who died in a fire.

(this is a sequel to bite of winter, a comic about Snow and what became of her after her death.)

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all my other comics

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timedyne · 2 months

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yuzu and citra are dead because the yuzu/citra devs shot themselves in the foot. they continually POSTED footage and updates pertaining to games THAT WEREN'T OUT YET, which gave nintendo actual foothold to take them down for encouraging piracy. this is recorded directly in the legal documents for the case. they also (apparently, this is according to my friend who is more active in the emulation scene than i and i don't know of any recorded proof so take it with a grain of salt) straight up shared links to piracy sites in their discord which is an obvious no-no for any emulator???? and people straight up going on nintendo's OFFICIAL SOCIAL MEDIA POSTS saying "fuck you i'm just going to emulate [insert game here] using yuzu" which is. well. loose lips sink ships.

fuck nintendo and all that, but this is almost entirely on the backs of the devs for being stupid. to any aspiring emulator devs out there: don't post about anything relating to piracy ever, especially don't post about the games THAT YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO HAVE ACCESS TO YET, and wait a while before saying a brand new game is playable on your emulator.

also: they settled out of court. no judge saw the case. this isn't setting any sort of legal precedent. all of your other favorite emulators are fine for now as long as they don't make the same stupid mistakes yuzu was making.

#blurry speaks #also they had some. questionable. coding choices but that has nothing to do with the matter at hand #gaming #emulation #emulators #yuzu #citra #nintendo #nintendo switch #nintendo 3ds #nintendo emulation #<-- slew of tags because i want people to see this

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mileskanex · 11 months

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