#inkblot sucks

[inkblot-skyz]

POKEMON Z REAL

#FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW #pokemon day #pokemon presents #inkblot sucks

[elllteo]

Creators I love you but it's time to wake up

Among rumors about our tumblr user data being sold off to Midjourney/Generative AI, recent Extremely transphobic events (that have been ongoing) coming to a head, another extremely concerning internet censorship bill being pushed in upper levels of government, and a general air of frustration over how the site belongs to and is operated by perhaps the second stupidest CEO (second only to twitters own) of our age, I'm very done with the last few vestiges of what the old internet held for artists.

And if you're reading this, you probably are too.

I know we're tired. We are all tired. It is not always viable to pack up shop and move, again and again and again.

From tumblr to twitter to anywhere else we've ever grown up posting, things no longer work. Our audiences are kneecapped by aggressive and hostile algorithms, our reach is abysmal - if we aren't shadow-banned or silenced for one (transphobic) reason or another, we're thrust into an ever growing pit of hostility where the only thing that drives clicks is fighting and contention.

We're tired. We're so fucking tired. We aren't businesses, we aren't content mills, we cannot keep this pace that modern social media has set for us, to wring every ounce of creativity out of us to profit from and leave us rotting.

The key to staying afloat here, and I cannot stress this enough, is to stay connected to your peers.

Pack up and move as units if you must. Exodus from the sites that are killing us. Push your entire friend group of artists to move from one site to the next that promises you a kinder experience.

Art drives movements, it drives change, it is all that encompasses being human. If you take that away from the shitty places, they will be left with nothing but a cesspit of inhumanity and the people who follow you will be more incentivized than ever to move with you.

Yes, this is terrifying. There are no guarantees. There never was, and never are, and never will be.

But stay connected. Stay human.

Support each other and be willing to hold hands and jump when we all - as a group - need to jump from the flames we're all trying to convince ourselves wont kill us before rescue comes.

Rescue isn't coming, rescue will be found hand in hand with each other. I'm offering you my hand, please take it. There's always a new start, there are always helping hands reaching for you. You have to look up from the doom-scroll long enough to see and take them.

#art communities #art community #teo talks #sorry I have a Lot of opinions about posting art online I've been doing this since I was 14 and I'm 28 this year #I have watched the rise and fall of social media titans and you have to understand the ONLY thing that will keep you afloat #is keeping connected to your peers #we have to move as units and we have to stay together and we have to support each other #your following is not stability. your friendships are. #thats why you hear about networking. thats ceo talk for friendships. connections. #you have to have enough connections to build your own support web on the chance that everything goes to shit. yes its hard work. it sucks. #but it is a necessity. twitter isn't getting better. its not going back to how it was. neither is DA or tumblr. its not happening. #If you put all your eggs in one or two precarious baskets and both fall. you will be shit out of luck! thats reality #there is hope to be found but you have to be realistic and understand that you NEED to build up a presence elsewhere. even if its hard. #I want to help you if I can!!!! bluesky is a really solid twitter alternative!!! #ive heard good things about cohost as a tumblr alternative!!!! #sheezy and inkblot are both indie sites currently being developed by and for other creatives. support them! #they won't be perfect until - and UNLESS - you do! #anyways sorry I will step off my soapbox now Im just frustrated with the state of everything

[zephyrfuse]

if splatoon Really still embodied the rebellious wacky and creative sides of us they would give us the maps that actually reflected it and not small greebled cube x100

#shosh #splatoon #like None of the new maps are special #not happy hump back is coming back either it's mid #like they're all the same almost layout wise it's just different textures #scorch gorge manta maria and inkblot are all literally almost the same just textured differently #howerver there's nothing like moray or salt spray or og hammerhead or piranha pit #new hammerhead sucks ass don't get me started #and flounder lows is so real why is it short now

[badgrlebie]

so! with tumblr coming out as a transmisogynistic piece of shit and twitter doing.... whatever the fuck. i do think it's time to find new trails to blaze.

catch me on cohost, catch me on inkblot.

goodbye!

#cohost is a very friendly and exciting new site thats not driven by corpo greed #inkblot is staunchly anti ai and anti nft #both are funded by their communities #also discord sucks. i wish i had pushed harder for telegram

[punkalope]

sharing art on the internet isnt fun anymore and it sucks so much

i draw every day but trying to share it is exhausting, because if i want to post it somewhere i have to:

watermark it

make sure its a specific size

save multiple versions because some websites hate pngs

sometimes CROP multiple versions if i have a lot of details i want to share

watermark THOSE

make multiple copies of THOSE

reorganize my canvases to make them "appealing"

and at the end of the day, it probably isn't even worth it, because the website probably made it look like shit anyways.

ive learned to draw for myself now. i dont draw for clout, and i dont really think i need to, but its still such a bummer that i cant post my art anywhere just to admire it for myself.

sure, ive learned how to happily indulge instead of trying to please an algorithm. but it still feels like i can draw all i want, but im not allowed to put it on the wall or fridge, you know? its like making art and the only place i can really put it is my messy desk drawer, or sometimes sliding it over to a friend before putting it back in the desk drawer (and unless they put it in their own drawer, they have to ask me for it).

#burrow.html #just some thoughts i had while eating lunch before i work on a commission #also i wanna make it clear that this isnt about engagement #it DOES kinda suck when you post something youre proud of and it hardly gets traction #especially when during the era of deviantart pre-eclipse you could find art easy and get engagement easy bc people would wanna see it #but ive learned not to care really #im more bummed that i have nowhere to neatly categorize my art adn stuff #i want a gallery! ugh! #also if someone reccomends inkblot art to me: no

[artist-hime]

Hi, sorry it’s been so long. I’m going to post as much as I can every day. Twitter and Instagram have really been going downhill. If you’d like to follow me on InkBlot, here’s the link.

Also here’s my IG, in case you still want to use that. https://instagram.com/artist_hime_draws?igshid=MmIzYWVlNDQ5Yg==

And if you still want to use Twitter you can find me here. https://twitter.com/artist_hime?s=21&t=rzUYw7dkyX-89_LQBJd00g

#artists on tumblr #my art #inkblot #twitter sux #anime art #cute art #clip studio paint #Instagram sucks #kawaii art #digital art #human artist #create don't scrape

[wigglepiggle]

today I also learned: I still fucking hate clam blitz as much as I did in splatoon 2 I am going to implode

#two of my teammates dcd in the lasf minute #there was a BRUSH on the other team DISGUSTING/hj #we where on the worst stage: INKBLOT (well its prob not the worst compared to some others ig i have some personal grudges against it okay) #this is only b- to b+ rank but i still suck anyways so i was getting ny ass kicked which i expected tbh- #i will say in the last like 10 seconds my only still connected teammate managed to get a clam ball in the basket so that was cool #too bad i died twice in a row bc the entire enemy team was in my base so I couldn't get clams in #i need to play anarchy bc i need exp but I'm just gonna wait an hour until something else is in rotation #its rainmaker next and i would have preferred tower control tbh but i dont feel like waiting again so rainmaker it is

[pavlovianfuckery]

literally just a blowjob so calm down

at this point this is OLD but i'm going to post on here as well from now on i think? and probably try to fix the fucky formatting while i'm at it if i can.

this took way too long and i’m still not happy but fuck it, have 1200 words of garbage about giving dream head, bone apple tea you gremlins

Dreams have always been a place of comfort and escape, the more dissatisfied you were, the more vivid they would get. Settling in for another night of restless slumber, it doesn't take long for the dream to turn a bit steamy, as they often do. Your imaginary lovers are usually faceless and you never remember much in the morning. At least it's better than nothing, or the unsatisfying encounters you've previously had, at any rate. This time is different though. Before you're ready to wake up, the dream simply dissolves around you, leaving you confused and frustrated in the non-descript room.

"You mortals really are simple creatures." The smooth voice startles you but it wouldn't be the first time a dream changed on you by its own volition, so you don't really question the presence of the man leaning against the wall behind you, a haughty look on his face.  "Though it is not often I encounter dreams of such...singular focus."

Being shamed by your own dream, that's new. But then so is he. He seems sharper somehow, more real. His dark clothes makes him stand out like an inkblot against the wall, though the voluminous coat does little to disguise the slim lines of his body. 

"Perhaps we might be of use to one another." Though his voice betrays no emotion, it's pretty clear what he's implying. His gaze has an almost hypnotic quality to it, reeling you in like a fish on a line until you're standing in front of him. He's even more beautiful up close and you can't help but stare, which doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. "Serve me, and I will grant you release."

Or not so much implying, then. But why not go along? Dreams have never hurt you before, after all. The crude suggestion sounds more appealing from his pretty mouth than it has any right to, tempting you.  Hands itching to touch you hesitate, unsure how to proceed. Before you can decide on a course of action, his lips are on yours. They're softer than you expected. It's brief, barely more than a brush, testing the waters.

"If this is not what you want, you should leave now." The next time he kisses you it's with more urgency, a soft grip on your jaw and you respond in kind. Daring to touch him now, you sneak your hands under the hem of his shirt, marveling at the softness of his skin. Deepening the kiss as you explore a bit more, skimming your hands over the contours of his ribs makes him almost melt into your touch, breath speeding up ever so slightly. From one blink of the eye to the next, there are no clothes separating you anymore. As you start questioning how that happened he puts two of his fingers in your mouth, pressing your tongue down, making you drool.

"Hush now, you do not need to speak." Lightheaded already, his hand at your shoulder makes your knees fold all too willingly, not bothering to deny that you need this. You both do. Kneeling between his legs, his pale skin is just begging to be bruised. The thought of marking him with your teeth makes your mind reel with possibilities. You nuzzle his thigh, teeth and tongue, the smoothness of his cock heavy against your cheek as you pull his scent deep into your lungs. He only humours you for a few moments before urging you closer, his fingers cradling the back of your skull. "Go on, surely you do not mean to keep me waiting?"

Betrayed by the breathy edge to his voice, the need to be touched all but bleed from his words as his facade starts to crack. Before guiding him into your mouth you drag your tongue over his length, making him gasp as you taste him before sliding home. Every suck and swipe of the tongue is almost reverent. "Look at me." You watch him watching you, his eyes dark and lips parted. He's almost swaying on his feet, breath hitching. Your knees hurt, but you try to concentrate on the feel of his cock in your mouth, you want to be good. Every groan and murmur of appreciation spurs you on, you're doing something right, he likes. His grip on your shoulder is nearly bruising as he pushes you away for a moment, chest heaving.

"I will not be able to last," he has to force the words out, his body tense like the bow of a violin. "I do not wish to disappoint you." Any assurances you might have given die in your throat as he guides you onto the floor before finally straddling your chest, pinning you down. You start to protest, but he simply hushes you again.

"Grant me this much," he murmurs as he leans back, sinking his fingers inside you, thumb pressed to your clit. "I promise I will not leave you wanting."

Thighs trembling and slick, you can feel your juices sliding down and out of you as he works you, the practiced movements of his fingers making it feel like he has touched you hundreds of times before, knowing every spot to drive you wild.

  "Open nice and wide for me." His voice is husky, almost fraying at the edges, you can tell he's getting close and all you want is to obey. He makes it so easy, tracing your lips with his tip, all but begging to be devoured, worshipped.  It feels almost like a competition, to see who will give in first. Torn between wanting to come with him in your mouth and not wanting to lose, you redouble your efforts. Even as he thrusts into your mouth, nearly gagging you, he never stops picking you apart with his fingers, driving you ever closer to the edge.  In the end you're the one to break first, clamping down around his fingers like a vice, the waves of pleasure making you falter as you moan around his cock.

  "Yes, come for me, let me feel you." He draws your orgasm out with experienced ease, dragging it out until you nearly try to buck him off of you, his touch relentless. Feeling him swell in your mouth, a few more swirls of the tongue is all it takes to bring him off, making him pulse as he fills your mouth. He surprises you by pulling out, some of his come hitting your chin. As he milks his cock and covers your neck and breasts in it, the sound he makes is close to a whimper.  Finally spent he rolls off of you, settling in pressed close to you, one leg slung over yours, seeking contact. Still out of breath he drags his fingers lazily through the puddles cooling on your skin, painting you with it. Admiring his handiwork through half lidded eyes as he marks you.

"You absolutely stunning creature," he murmurs, capturing your mouth with his in a sloppy kiss. It's a languid, boneless thing and he sighs contentedly against your lips. "Would you see me again, some other night perhaps?" The look he gives you through dark lashes is almost coy, his cheeks softly dusted with colour. "I should like to make my shameful performance up to you, if you would let me."

You would. Waking up you feel more relaxed than you recall feeling in a long time. And as you go about your day, you can't help looking forward to bed time just a little bit more than usual.

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #sandman x you #sandman smut #dream of the endless smut #the sandman fanfiction #my shitty shitty writing (affectionate)

[inkblot-skyz]

Just saw a co-op ad on here we have got to get more unmarketable

#get off of my hellsite co-op #inkblot sucks

[kitmoas]

WOAH im 2 on this wonderful hellsite?

First off I wanna start out by saying I know that this year I've been a bit MIA :( I basically ended TGU Season 1 and left you guys pretty high and dry until I started posting some Halloween fics (no one look at the fact that I'm missing a couple of those)

I have had a pretty busy year but I wanna just do a lil backtracking and talk about it. Ive gotten to do some amazing things this year. I got to meet and be with my gorgeous girlfriend @themidnightcrimson <3 (hi lil sickie). I got to meet daddy, mommy, and Dragon Mommy with my best friends @maximotts and @belovaskitkat (the 4$ water at con truly did something to us). I got a few promotions throughout the year even if my job literally makes me want to die (Im frantically typing this BEFORE i go into work even though its Christmas Eve and my tumblr birfday)

I got to get closer to so many people and I just know that even though so many shitty things happened this year and so many things really tanked most people's year that I have some of the best people that surround me.

I just want to thank you all for being here and being part of my lil chaos community. I want you guys to know that even when Im being a lil cryptid that I do remember you guys and will always come back!

That being said I am going to give a shoutout to some lil gay people in my phone and then also theres a poll right there that you guys should vote on, cause I am going to give you guys a gift even tho its my 2nd birfday

HI LIL GAY PEOPLE IN MY PHONE. IM BEING GAY AND LOVIN ON YOU

@bunplushyy @crescent-witch @caroldantops @wandasdolly @scarlettwlw @didujustcallmedumb @didntalwayslookthisrough (Lain wtf it won’t let me tag you) @softlymaximoff @inkblot-inc @furys-eyepatch there’s prolly more and I suck and am running out of time so if you see this and we have spoken even once this year. I fucking love you lil gay person

Also. All my lil nons. I love you guys so fucking much. Okay? I know I don’t know who you are exactly but thank you 🥺🥺🥺💖💖

#kit talks #Im just being gay #everyone look away

[airegieus]

Ai can suck my dick

I used to be on many other platforms but I left because the platforms started partnering with shitty ai companies. I’ll be on Artfol and inkblot if this crap about tumblr partnering with midjourney turns out to be true(it better fucking not be).

I am so fucking tired. I’ve deleted so many accounts. I’ve moved so many times.

UGH this shit has to be illegal why is nobody fighting it??

Tumblr does not have my consent to sell my data to midjourney.

These Ai fuckers need to learn some fucking respect. You only exist because of artists. Without us your shit would crash and burn and it fucking SHOULD crash and burn.

#I want to punch a FUCKING WALL #I’ve had a Shit week and I AM AT MY FUCKING LIMIT #Why is the world so hell bent on punishing artists #art #bnha #bullshit

[glassesfreekjr]

Excerpt from interview with three members of Red Flare District, Inkopolis News Network; 4 April 122023:

Q: Let's... uh, talk a little bit about this latest single of yours, Alma Mat 'Er; Barely Knew 'Er. Considering you are — or at least two of you present are — alumni of Inkbl- Deryn (she/her, presumed), bassist: [incoherent] Q: Pardon? St. Tuna Piano (he/him), frontman & drummer: Didya bring 'er meds, Hiddock? Hiddock (he/him), guitarist: Forgot. Q: What inspired you to revisit your alma mater for inspiration? Hiddock: Got another call from the haunted payphone. St. Tuna Piano: No, i'was all that gnarly flood damage from that salmonid meet 'n greet last month! I mean, w're no stranger to writin' songs 'bout floods n'all, but the acoustics in those damaged classrooms are [expletive] wild, man. Q: It doesn't seem to reflect much in the track itself. Hiddock: Because those acoustics sucked so we left. Deryn: [incoherent] Q: Is she alright? St. Tuna Piano: Oh yeah, Petr [referring instead to the band's absent vocalist, who reportedly "exploded"] is recoverin' just fine. Inkfish, man. All was left was a likkle green globule and now 'e'll be out next month! Hurdock: It's suspicious, is what it is. Deryn: [incoherent]

(sample source list can be found on my YouTube)

#splatoon #splatoon ost #fan music #fan ost #inkblot art academy #stage theme #fan splatband #red flare district #splatband #splatoon 3 #arrangement #original composition #ichika nito #guitar #splatune 3 #music #audio #homage to this is spinal tap #big run #salmonid

[diving-mask]

#splatoon #salmon run #big run

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Sdfdsfhhdghjjkd I am SO READY for that snippet, where’s she verse 1 snippet anon gone?? 😭😭😭

you can be her.

thanks to @clockworkgraystairs and @fantasyfox10123 for betaing! 🖤

FINE LINE || SHE, VERSE 1- SNIPPET

☽☽☽☽☽

I recall last night with an even warmer flush.

How I'd slipped into his room like the moonlight. Soft and strange. Determination a whisper across my skin. How he'd been sprawled on the bed, just how I wanted him.

He had his phone pressed to his ear, talking to his boss on the other end in clipped words that reminded me of biting. Of teeth. I remember wanting them all over me.

The conversation—about manuscripts and deadlines and someone called Nicasia—was making Cardan’s face all lemon-pinched. I had the sudden urge to smooth down the sour lines with the pad of my thumb.

I closed the door behind me, leaned back against the wood, drinking him in. The drag of something delicious raking through my core. He'd looked up at the soft snick of the door, looked a question across the room at me. I held a finger to my lips.

It was a secret. Me, him. This room. The moon.

He'd swallowed, furrowed expression wiped clean, those inkblot eyes widening a fraction. A spill of dark lashes up to his brow bone.

I remember how I'd walked to the foot of his bed. How his T-shirt, which I wore now, swept soft against my thighs with every pendulum swing of my step. How he tracked the movement from his prone position, pray and predator at once.

How I climbed on the bed, straddling his knees, pinning him in place. Cardan had propped himself up on his elbows and muted the call. 

What are you doing? 

His voice was dark and quiet as night and his boss still whinged on in the background about something or another. Neither of us were paying much mind. 

My lips spread into a smile I hoped was as feral as it felt. 

You can tell me to stop. 

I kept my voice low, tracing the outline of his cock, still half-hard in his jeans, with one fingertip. 

If you want.

His jaw worked for a moment. Of course he wanted. Just not to stop.

“Cardan?” The voice on the other end of the line said.

Cardan fumbled for his phone, unmuted it. “Yeah. I’m here. Sorry.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

Not a sound, he mouthed at me. Which I took as confirmation enough. 

I kept my eyes fixed on his the whole time. If there was even a flit of doubt across his face, I would’ve packed it in for the night. But his gaze remained glazed and heated, glowering. As if to say, You make me this way. You make me want this.

I hate him and I want him. We are equals in this.

I popped the button at his waistband, tugging at the zipper. Cardan put the call on speaker and reclined back into the pillows.

It carried on like that for a while. Me with my hand around him, stroking his length to full mast. His eyes glaring, hands gripping my bare knees out of hatred and something to hold onto.

His boss’s voice droning into the room like a hoarde of cicadas. 

And eventually, me with my mouth around Cardan’s cock, sucking the tip, flicking it with my tongue, taking him deep enough that glorious tears sprung to my eyes.

I remember relishing the twitch his hips gave, like a spark from flame. Licking the sinful beat of that vein on the underside of him, balls to tip. The memory of that filthy thing he’d done to me on the kitchen counter crackling in the air between us. Working up my own desire as if I hadn’t already come enough.

Cardan’s hands threading through my hair, tugging, sending a riot of shivers I could all but quell the quake of. How he’d tried to disguise his soft grunts into words of assent. “Uh-huh.” “Mm-Mhmm.” “Yes—right.”

Then, I did something even more wicked.

☽☽☽☽☽

read Fine Line 🍓

#i actually think the og snippet nonnie did come back but i lost their ask in the bottomless well that is my inbox 🙈 #i'll find it eventually #tfota #jurdan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #the folk of the air #tfota fanfic #holly black #jurdannet #tfotadaily #asked and answered #nonnie #my writing #ember writes #fine line #citrus jurdan

[splatoonpolls]

SPLATOON OC TOURNEY ROUND 2 BATTLE 29

Kelsie by @rosegolddoodle252 vs Sodden Roe by @azazel-the-fifth

OC PROPAGANDA/BACKSTORY

KELSIE

she started out as a mechanic/engineer for the octarian army before escaping about a year after splatoon 1's story. When she gets back to the surface she goes to inkblot as an art student and rooms with what she eventually remembers as her bestie from the dorms (Zoey, she's a theater major) They are dating and cool :)

SODDEN ROE

little octoling solider that was assigned as an Electric Eel Sniper who heard the calamari inkantation, decided “this sucks im leaving”, got into a fight with agent 3 and cuttlefish and immediately got messed up and ended up in the metro. did all that deepsea metro stuff, but upon being almost blended, looked up for a little too long and got the lower half of their face and tentacles chopped with the blades to the horror of cuttlefish and off the hook, where they took the sludge and tried to stick it back on and it kinda worked? They then removed one of their sleeves in a painstaking process and fashioned it into a mask with one of the blades. After escaping, off the hook tried to offer some better clothing but they booked it before Pearl and Marina could give them any, and started lurking around the metro entrance in inkopolis square and was found by an inkling named Sulip who crawled out of a grate wearing cool yellow clothes who they immediately scared by being freakishly tall (6’8”!) and allowed to live in their house by being so pathetic at that time. Off the hook visited sometimes, Sulip comforted after Sodden had nightmares sometimes pearl helped, small details. Then Sodden left for a really long time after notifying Pearl, Marina, and Sulip, and in that time transition, returning with a fish named Timothy and a cool new haircut. Sulip and Sodden moved to Splatsville where they both saw some old guy Sodden recognised hanging out in some sewer grate looking thing where he said he’d go check it out and come right back, and then disappeared for a week doing the Splatoon 3 Hero Mode stuff worrying Sulip so bad, and then was driven home by the squid sisters because he cannot drive at all which Sulip took so casually, they both went to a little agent meeting where Cuttlefish does not recognise Sodden as agent 8 and also does not know he transitioned but after explaining from marie, Cuttlefish tries his best. Sodden and Sulip go to visit Pearl and Marina, them saying they’ll catch up with him. Sodden proceeds to crash his bike and wake up in Very Bleached Coral Inkopolis Square.

#splatoon 3 #splatoon #splatoon 2 #polls #splatoon oc tourney #poll #poll bracket #tournament poll #bracket #fandom tournament #tumblr polls #character tournament #tumblr tournament #tournament #bracket tournament #round 2

[sugarmasonmearii]

[Short Comic] Brilliant Idea

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"Ideas can come brilliantly, like the Electric Tera Jewel. That is until they run out..."

Electric Teratype Jewel is the best pun to ever exist in Pokémon.

Anyway, this comic is also written to show the struggles of creators in terms of making ideas and trying to make them a reality. Things do take time and effort. Sometimes the ideas themselves could suck, or could be way beyond our limits. But let's not be daunted by the limits and keep our dreams aglow like the Electric Tera Jewel... or probably brighter and much longer than that.

Also posted on the ff sites: [Inkblot Art] [Twitter]

Derpy Luxio: My Poke-OC-sona Pokémon is (c)Nintendo, Gamefreak

#pokemon #luxio #short comic #comic strip #terastal #pokemon oc