#its just kind of reflecting on what's happening...

[rowretro]

Yandere!demon! heeseung x human! Reader( Please?)

TOOTHPASTE MOJITO

✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, marriage, blood, violence, explicit stuff mentioned, somewhat sexual(?), alcohol consumption

❁synopsis: Heeseung, a demon of many demons that roams earth, bored. His eyes then land on y/n. The girl who was disgusted by her raspberry mojito, and proceeded to order more mojitos. That's when Y/n saw hell....

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Heeseung smirked, his hands stained with blood, as he stared at the limp body before him. Another day another slay, demon edition. He literally slays them. Could you blame him? I mean what did the drunkard expect? trying to steal his wallet. He didn't stand a chance. Heeseung groaned as he went to his mansion, maids slipping off his coat and placing his shoes aside, as he walked in. The man's rich, anything he wants he gets, money, shoes, cars anything.

But he was missing one thing... a wife. Sure he'd sleep with some girls now and then when he's bored, but none of that satisfies his loving for love. True love, the kind of love one'd find in any movie, a shoulder to lie on, a person to turn to and feel comfortable. The man checked himself out in the mirror, a branded leather jacket worn over his black button down shirt, and trousers to match it. He slipped on a Rolex of the many he owned, followed by some jewellery.

The man walked into the party, fitting in as Jay threw an arm over him "Thought you'd never come, I assume you're here for the girls?" Jay asked as Heeseung snickerred "not this time- I got some time off of work so I decided to drop in... where's the bar?" He asked as Jay pointed it out. The man sat down at the stool, beside him, he could see the back of a girl, her dark hair somewhat covering her bare back, she was dressed is a shimmering, short black dress.

So far she seemed like a hottie to him. "Ack- disgusting... It tastes like grass-" she complained turning around to the bartender. Heeseung got a the full view of her face. Fuck was she beautiful. Her eye makeup really did suit her, purple glitter reflecting blue, lips so plump and kissable, her nose slightly big, but really added a stunning touch to her pretty face. "Can I get a mojito with Ice... make it really minty" she said as Heeseung frowned at her.

As the bartender walked off to prepare her drink, Heeseung turned to face her "Minty mojito?... that'd taste like toothpaste in alcohol- its already minty as is why ad more?" He questioned as she giggled "Toothpaste mojito.... not a mint lover huh?" she asked then she froze "Wow... Jay knows so many attractive men but damn." she added quite boldly. "He seems to know very pretty girls... none as pretty as you though, can't believe he gatekept you from me... Heeseung." He introduced himself. "Y/n.... " she said with a smile

If only she knew there and then that he's a goddamn demon. Literally. She thought she was just drunk, one second she was at the party, the next in a luxorious bedroom with a fine man. That morning she realized, the man did the impossible, he literally teleported her. She saw him really murder a man. She looked under the blanket. No sign of pain, hickeys or anything, she smelled nice, dressed in a man's jumper, presumably Heeseungs.

Oh how stupid she felt. Thinking it'd be easy to sneak out of a demon's home without being caught. Acting cool, walking out as the guards assumed she was just some slut he slept with. "Where do you think you're going sweetheart?" he asked, her back against the wall, as his body trapped her. "uh... home? I need to feed my bunny" she excused as he just laughed.

"Oh baby how drunk were you?... you ARE home... and I fed your bunny see? *he said with a smirk pointing at the little white rabbit that rested comfortably in a more spacious cage". It was too much to process. did she move in with him? did something happen? are they in a relationship? "yes, I guess, and Yes.." he answerred without missing a beat, red eyes staring into hers. "Did I say that out loud?..." she asked as he smirked.

"As you can see darling, I'm a demon, I know everything you think about. When I first laid my eyes on you... thought I'd just let you stay in my bed one night.... then you talked to me and fuck." He groaned, holding her heart at his chest "feel that?! Im in fucking love with you baby, I fucking wanted you... no I fucking needed you. so here you are." He said with a smirk "You're crazy. Im not into you Heeseung. You can't just kidnap me, and my bunny and say im you're in love with me. Im leaving." She claimed confidentally

"That's where you're wrong. You're mine, you're not going anywhere and you won't need to, everything you need is in this mansion. If I want something sweetie.. I get it. How about you think twice before your decision, sure you wouldn't want to anger a demon... I KNOW you're smarter than that." He simply said. He's right. Only an idiot would do such a thing, she really had no choice... She was in hell and there's no going back....

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(so sorry to all my readers, Ill try work on the series's too, yes my blog is wet now- its no longer a dry desert)

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[amphibiousmercurial]

The Art of Today: Righting the Wrongs or Wrapping it Tight?

//The Luncheon of the Boating Party/ Pierre-Auguste RENOIR 1881//

It seems like these days, we’re always looking back at the past with today’s rulebook in hand, and it’s stirring up quite the storm in the art scene.

This kind of throwback critique is like the unexpected guest at the dinner party of modern identity politics.

It’s all about dissecting the legacies of old-school artists and seeing how they square up—or don’t—with what’s cool or kosher now.

Pushing against Renoir and others is part of the modern trend to critique history with today's values in mind, an abominable element of modern identity politics. Such a retrospective examination tries to develop an idea of the heritage of those personalities in the context of potential conflicts with current ethical or moral norms based on aspects of their life or work.

//Dance in the Moulin de la Galette /Pierre-Auguste RENOIR 1876//

//The Swing / Pierre-Auguste RENOIR 1876//

There’s a real tug-of-war happening in the art community. On one side, you’ve got folks who are all for giving a high-five to the overlooked and the sidelined, saying it’s high time we shook up the history books. But then there are others who think this is squeezing the life out of true creativity, turning art into just a tick-box exercise for today’s do’s and don’ts.

To many, identity politics within the art world set vociferous debate. Advocates claim that it brings long-overdue recognition and representation to many marginalised groups and sets right historical imbalance. Critics might add that such didacticism may stifle creative expression, finally reducing art to the status of a mere checklist of moral and political correctness.

//A Bar at the Folies-Bergère /Edouard MANET 1881-82//

Opinions? Everyone’s got one. For some, art’s this wild, no-limits zone that’s vital for poking and prodding at society. For others, it’s more like a mirror that should reflect the changing face of our values, helping us level up to a society that’s fair play for all.

It’s this delicate dance between letting art do its thing and acknowledging the punch it packs in the big picture of society.

#funny memes #light academia #film photography #painting #artwork #classic #dark academia #aesthetic #identity politics #writeblr #art #studyblr #chaotic academia #academia aesthetic #classic academia #academia #art history

[seariii]

Hmm... One more thing and then I shut up

So yeah the other day I said the bestie told me to go back to therapy, and I knew that was probably the best option, but it just clicked me....

A while ago I said something when I was in one of those down down moments and when I came out of it I erased it. I was projecting and technically wasnt too much but yeah... I've been thinking about that, about how in those moments I say stuff I probably otherwise wouldn't say, or not in that way. And a little bit ago as I was chilling another one of those thoughts came to me...

It kinda clicked that I'm not okay, and it's true I've been feeling like this for too long now, when I'm okay I don't achieve "good", it's just "okay" .... There are happy moments of course, but talking about the general picture

How stressful....

Anyways today I feel I failed. I feel like I failed a lot today. So... I guess tomorrow I'll try again.

Hmm... It's a bit worrying, it was worse than yesterday... If I let it keep going I'm gonna hit bottom again, and last time I hit bottom was too recently... Ugh... The problem is, now that I am aware... How do I fix it.... Ugh...

Alright.... First let's drink more water, second let's not skip foods and actually eat them at a reasonable time. Third... Let's get shit done, let's do that and that and organize your desk. Fourth let's check the new earbuds mic and see how it's quality is. Fifth... Hmm... Well, let's leave it there for now. Let's try to start tomorrow.... Maybe waking up a bit earlier and going out for a walk could also be good for you, as much as you hate it... Ugh.... We will try...

#its just kind of reflecting on what's happening... #seari talks

[craycraybluejay]

The political climate right now as a queer writer with a deep appreciation for the arts and especially literature is fucking abysmal. Writer friends are yelled at to delete queerness or violence from their stories. And you still think this is just about someone getting in a hissy fit over Blorbo 1 being too young for Blorbo 2 and someone writing about them fuckin.

#anti anti #anti censorship #queer writers #writerblr #writers on tumblr #yell at politicians and jfc yell at corporations that work with publishing #us politics #this is like someone saying closet antisemites uncloseting themselves in wake of the atrocities going on in gaza isnt an issue bc its online #well online is a place too #AND this reflects on real life. random jewish diaspora who have no personal stake in whats happening in israel and palestine #have been getting harassed and threatened and worse for the sin of being a jew #just because its 'online' does not mean its not also a problem irl-- even bigger irl #maybe you're the one that's so chronically online if you think things that happen online stay there forever #creators have been doxxed online. it's not inconsequential. its not funny. im not laughing. #hate the high horse stance of 'its not on my front yard so therefore doesnt exist and youre stupid for caring' #conservatives think like this too #well *I* dont personally know any queer people so its alright if they get murdered as long as my gas prices might go down #fuck you i got mine kind of ideology #well fuck you too

[hawkhills]

talk to me about profound, formative events in adulthood impacting people's settled daemons. are their shapes set in stone? would a strong enough experience manage to cause a crack in their settled shape? is there such a thing as daemon dysphoria? do our daemons define us, or do we define them?

#his dark materials #daemons #like ok i know daemon settlement is related to dust and adulthood or whatever #but they reflect peoples souls and the kind of people they are #AND THAT CAN CHANGE #our souls can be broken or elevated at any time of our lives #we can experience things so profound and of such incredible importance that i truly believe a person can be changed at their core #at any moment of their life #i was thinking about recently when i took an mbti test for fun for the first time since i was 20 #so arguably an adult and would have had a long set daemon by hdm standards #mbti as most other personality tests widely available on the internet are bullshit but still #a few years back it consistently would give me infp and i definitelt related to that #now its enjf and yea. i grew and changed a lot over these years and the defining qualities do seem to fit #so that made think about my own daemon again and while before an african civet seemed the perfect fit now i found im a gray wolf #[using the daemonpage forum for reference btw; their analyses are superb] #anyways yea #this just led me to think about how constricting the concept of settled daemons is #people change over their whole life #sometimes the most defining changes dont happen during adolescence. sometimes we 'grow up' more than once #what happens then #granted i have not read everything pullman ever wrote so i might be wrong #but i dont think this has been ever properly explored #i want to talk about this so bad

[rxttenfish]

one of the things that particularly pisses me off about art discussions, either in how nowadays everything has to aim for more and more realism in art styles and even live action to be seen as "real art", and in dismissing more abstract styles of artwork as not "real art" and having no inherent worth, is that they explicitly do not consider realism an art style either. to them, realism is just a given of "good" art, not chosen but rather just default. which i hate, because you CAN pick realism as an intentional style and a purposeful choice to suit a narrative, and all this results in is no one noticing or understanding why you made that choice or why that choice works better than any other possible choice to tell the story you want to tell.

#all the care guide says is 'biomass' #like i like realism because i have a heavy focus on anatomy as a theme #on the body as something innately complex and with a lot of feelings to have about it in all its messy ugly states #im interested in all the complex ways the body intersects with its environment and with culture and with other people #as the outside as contrasting the inside or serving as a strange reflection of it #like im kind of going for a lot of merfolk designs to not be particularly visually different from each other #they have incredibly similar silhouettes and thats on purpose #i want all of their differences and visual traits to be things that they would find more prominent #but we would struggle to pick apart without learning about them deeper and committing these to knowledge #because thats so much been my experience with trying to tell different individuals of the same species of wild animal apart #and i want to use that as a lens to then discuss how humans would then interact with an entirely different sapient species #and what happens when you are someone who experiences that #of someone else not recognizing you as individuals like you do each other #of them not even trying to adapt or learn your differences #what damage it does when this happens to you #and how much the world opens up when someone actually does learn these little differences #but of course #no one else recognizes this because everyone just thinks realism is the default #realism cannot be a purposeful choice done for a reason #realism is just What You Are Supposed To Do and Unevocative Of Deeper Meaning

[garlic-sauc3]

I love when family members reflect another on media, when they'll say the same thing without realizing, have the same mannerisms, act the same, etc; it is so good

#when the characters reflect their parents is one of my favorite things #whether wanted or not you are a reflection of who raised you #and and i love when siblings act the same so much #like not to bring up the fast and the furious again #but i kinda love the way that mia and dom reflect each other in a way #they have a lot of the same mannerisms and phrases #and they act very similar #but theyre kind of opposing as well #the leadership characters vs the one who never got the opportunity #mia was sort of forced into doing feminine or even 'motherly' roles #because its not like they ever show their parents or whats happened to them (to my knowledge) #so its always mia running the grocer or doing the dishes #she can doesnt date dom's friends and she never is the one people pay attention to or is prioritized #when everyone jumped ship it was mia who had to stay #sorry this was supposed to be about family acting like each other and i ended up gushing about mia toretto #i just have thoughts about mia <3

[scarletiswailing347]

need to find a fanfic writer bestie or something cause im in the mood (always in the mood) to draw for fanfics but i have a Lot of trouble doing so without being told first (mostly cause i have a lot of trouble reading fanfics period lol)

#mine.txt #i have specific tastes when looking for fics so i cant just read things willy nilly unfortunately #but if a pal told me to read something and then draw it ill do it in a heartbeat #idk its just hard to find inspiration when youre not a naturally passionate person #its why i keep making fanart rather than original art btw #cause when youre making fanart you can just leech off the creators passion #while for original art you gotta manufacture that shit yourself #and since im now back to not having an obsession to cling onto after lowering my interest on zam #im just kinda lost on what to do #theres the fanfics im working on ofc but idk how long thatll last #idk kinda lowkey regret properly engaging with fandom after just lurking #not cause out of anything negative happening but rather the opposite #i miss the times when im able to cling onto an interest in something and creating stuff out of said interest #cause otherwise i dont feel much of anything and it reflects in the way i draw aka very sketchy and just. ''lost'' #i know since its a purposeful interest i can theoretically just cling onto whatever i want #but i have certain criteria i like to follow cause otherwise it just feels pointless #its why you dont see me making art for stuff like different kinds of fashion for example #cause yeah im i terested in it and yeah i could make stuff out of it #but i know eventually ill start feeling like its pointless #and itd be nobody elses fault but mine

[llycaons]

like the wu ming reveal was all very nice but since this all happened nearly a thousand years before the events of books 1, 3, and 5 its like...okay? everything about their relationship in the flashback I either found creepy or didn't care about 😭 ik some fans like the idea of a character so loyal he's willing to destroy a whole country on the word of his god slash crush but umm I do not! also hc disguising himself as the child who was hanging out with xl was so weird why did he do that. age gap creepiness aside it was just stupid and eliminated a chatacter I was really excited about. and it pissed me off when he kicked qyz off the sedan chair like let him sit!!! his single-minded focus on xl got so so old and his insistence on inserting himself everywhere was intrusive and annoying! to me. got real tired of his 'fuck everyone else I got dianxia' mindset. immature. annoying. and unfair

#lwj is reserved and cool to strangers but hes not actively malicious or sadistic #he cares about his family and home and students and music #he does ignore ppl more than I'd like but hes not actively dismissive like hc often is #a small moment from the book I liked was when he first encountered 'mxy' he nodded respectfully in acknowledgement #obvi this doesnt mean mdzs or the writing for him isnt homophobic. it is. it has its own issues. Ive never even reread mdzs #but I think tgcf is just a less serious and more shallow and wishy-washy romance at its core #AND lwj is literally less petty and vengeful thab hc is even tho what jc allegedly did was way worse than what fxmq did #and lwj has literally a reputation for being petty so it doesn't seem fair that hc doesn't #actually tho I think much of that came from drama viewers who saw a gay man being kind of a dick to the guy who 1. was a dick to him first #and 2. suicide baited his loved one so I maintain thats reasonable #hes not unfair or short w anyone else #wait I lost my sentence structure. drama viewers labelled him as petty for being reasonably dickish to the dude he hates for good reason #which IS homophobic. but the comparative scale of mqfx's offenses + the fact that it happened so long ago and xl has long since recovered #makes hc look way more petty and unreasonable. but its not reflected in fan treatment or desc of him. tbf he gets over it by the end tho #ik cunty is a fun word but its not the only accurate one #tgcf txp #mdzs txp

[elegyofthemoon]

In the cool, plush core of the moon sleeps a mouse as we speak, dreaming of a world lush and green, then golden and undulating, then chopping and churning, a world of many surfaces with skies of many moods.

When it awakes, it will poke its tiny head out of a crater and bask in your glow as it does every morning. Here, all is still and silent. On that sparkling planet in the deep black distance, the sun seems capricious. But the mouse lives in the abyss of the body and therefore with a unique perspective on its essence. The mouse sees what other life does not see.

One needn't worry about unbecoming for the sake of containing a sun. Clouds may blanket the atmosphere of a planet, but still there burns a sun. The spots on the sun's surface may grow and shrink and shift, but still there it burns. And if one decides to cool it down like a waning flame or expand it in a cataclysmic supernova, still there it burns, and one has the right to revoke the state of their existence and become new.

Because perhaps the truth is you are not the sun--not alone--but it is rather a part of you. Your body is the solar system, each planet a world within the body, and each knows this glow in different ways. Some are nurtured by its warmth, others by its distance. Regardless of the sun's changes, they stay the course encircling it.

The universe cannot be held back, harnessed, fully comprehended. It pulls at the seams of solar systems as it pulls on its own seams. In that unstoppable shifting, we stumble. Sometimes it feels like our love and light slips from our fingers, shattering irrevocably in our falls. But what makes us cannot be seperated from us, even in times where our essence is obscured.

There is always another life to appreciate your life, no matter what happens. And in the least, there is always a little mouse in you that understands you in telescopic clarity and offers forgiveness for every change--no matter what, right into the end of time.

❤

#answered #this was sitting in my inbox for a little while #and i wanted to answer properly but i fear that responding back is a little...hard #not that i dont want to its more like this was so prettily written and just so beautiful i fear if i responded id just ruin it lol #so im responding in the tags bc i feel better about doing that #i appreciate whoever decided to write all this up and leave it here for me it means a lot #more vent in the tag #not really vent but ig just reflective i suppose with the last week: #i think i may have actually talked about it before but you have no idea how happy i am with just. the people im surrounded with these days #because even if im going through something ill always push my feelings down in order to make someone else happy #because idc what happens to me overall. if i can make someone else happy thats all that matters #but ik a lot of people take advantage of it so when something bad happens when im unable to help someone they used to get mad at me for it #so more reasons to kinda push my feelings aside to cater to them etc etc etc #but i think the past week has been nice too in realizing that the people around me are patient and just overall kind -- not really expectin #much of me #ig theres this understanding that we all have busy lives now and maybe thats just the gift of maturity as a whole #even if im not the super positive or comforting presence people put me as at least people still care and thats how i know im loved at least #ig in a way this ramble is just a very big thank you to everyone for that #theres a lot of kindness and warmth in this ask that i appreciate and only want to spin back to friends. i hope they can feel it #or that it reaches them #anons #kind messages

[neofelis----nebulosa]

I am so sorry adobe but this ai generated jaguar is so bad why are you using it to advertise your product

#why is it so smooth #is it not a mammal #does it not have fur #and what happened to the ear on the right #its just smudges #and why is its front paw moving #the more you look the worst it gets #every time i see it i notice something else wrong with it #if i created a program that generated something this bad i would never tell anyone ever #the only thing it actually got right that im impressed with is that blue sheen on the back #it actually captures the reflective quality of their coat well #adobe stop focusing on ai and actually run a good image editing program challenge #i am kind of salty because i feel like photoshop has gotten worse as it focuses more and more on ai generation #like all the features i use to edit my photos have noticeably dropped in quality #but the ai isnt even good

[mandalhoerian]

spiderman oc dump in the tags because idk how to add read more in my ancient iphone6. im still building her and the fic so please go easy on me LMAO

(the fic is going to be called “mirror’s edge” and you’ll know why in the tags if you decide to read BSKSKSK I just want to get this off my system rn)

#ALRIGHT UVE BEEN WARNED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!! #atsv spoilers #across the spider verse spoilers #fuck canon im just turning this around in my head #so like. my oc who i still havent named yet was the spiderman of the universe miguel replaced himself in #SHUT UP SHUT IT IM MAKING IT WORK #her alias is ‘mirror spider’ and she is very much mirror and iridescent themed #reflections and tricks of light kind of things. her webs are also iridescent and shine so on so forth #her canon event was supposed to be that miguel dying but obviously he was replaced and that didnt happen #im thinking she didnt get her happy ending with that miguel and they were exes - and of course he had a daughter but they were like friends #like of course she notices something is wrong when miguel replaces him but its very much a strong gut feeling #as to how she didnt glitch out of existence when that reality fell apart #i dont know if it works or not but she wasnt in her universe when it fell apart #and things were already gone when she got back #she has absolutely no idea what happened #like perhaps she almost gets deleted when she comes back too and she hops into another universe to escape #but the initial plan is for her to bond with a symbiote - and it being from another universe just stabilizes her existence #basically the symbiote is keeping her alive #mirror spider is gone atp and she comes to be called ‘sicarius’ #sicarius is pretty much an antihero and ykow miguel is gonna chase her around not knowing who she is #and SHE ALSO HAS NO IDEA MIGUEL IS RESPONSIBLE FOR DESTROYING HER REALITY #and she’s looking for answers and they’re just this weird cat and mouse #sicarius is the opposite of mirror spider in color scheme like the base color is black but she has iridescence like a raven #and like the pattern of her suit looks like a broken mirror while mirror spider had patterns like a. well. mirror spider #the spider symbol and patterns are chrome-mirror just like mirror spider. the black makes it pop though #both have headpieces and her hair is out and about like pavitr #i’ve thought unnecessarily long on this #as mirror spider she was an extreme people pleaser and the shyest girl. she ‘mirrored’ people #sicarius is more of a sinister mimicker in that sense. she’s just a silent girl. TRAUMA #miguel o’hara x oc

[straawberries]

gonna make another post since that usually helps with reach

teehee poll for reach. please read the rest of this if you can

HI IM DELILAH AND IVE GOT LESS THAN 4 MONTHS BEFORE IM HOMELESS WITH NO OPTIONS FOR PLACES TO LIVE

heeyyy its me delilah. im an autistic plural trans girl with ptsd, and im living in an abusive household with my adoptive "father" that absolutely hates me. in less than 4 months, i am going to be kicked out, and i am trying to raise the money i need to survive this event.

ive been trying, pretty much every chance i get, to get a job, but i think because of this shitty small town in texas, everyone already knows who i am and nobody wants to hire me. this means i have to rely on stuff like this.

by JUNE 1ST 2024, i need to make enough money to move out, or else... well, i dont really know what will happen to me (other than vague "homelessness"), but im really scared that it wont end well.

on top of that im rarely being fed enough which is seriously fucking with my mood and making me feel like shit, so im having to balance saving and eating which.. with the money im currently getting, is not very sustainable. other than a few people giving a lot (who i am eternally thankful for and if youre able to do this i would basically do anything for you) im basically getting zero donations.

i get that this kind of stuff is annoying and maybe a bit slow, but just taking a few seconds, maybe a minute or two at most, to give me a small amount of money, would be a hell of a lot more helpful than doing nothing.

C*SH*PP - @delilahswagga

P*YP*L - @delilahkill

plenty of people use stuff like this to scam, so heres some info about me if you doubt that this is true. (copy pasted from previous post)

i have a really big love for performing, i fell in love with theatre years ago and performed the addams family musical as fester about a month ago as my biggest role on stage yet, and right now im in the process of getting ready for antigone as teiresius. i love music, and its one of my life goals to learn as many instruments as possible, and currently i own quite a few, though my favorites are my two ukuleles and my super cool electric guitar. i have 8 partners at the moment, and i have a very big desire to one day live with as many of them as i can. i pride myself on being the best partner i can be, and its been my goal to make all my partner's lives better (and i think ive been doing a good job at it :3)

i love cats an extreme amount, ive never had a cat myself (because my dad is insane and hates cats and tries to hit cats with his truck) but being around cats makes me super happy and always makes my anxieties go away, even when im having an anxiety attack or a panic attack. i really hope i can get a few cats one day, and i want to give them all silly food names :) my fursona is kind of a reflection of that, her name is bagel. some cat names ive thought of are mochi, chili, Supreme Pizza, or maybe french fry :)

im not sure if ill be able to achieve any of my goals if i dont get the financial support i need. ive been.. really close to giving up recently, but i dont want to have to do that, so im going to fight like this for as long as i can.

#undertale #pixel art #performing art #trans #autistic #actually autistic #urgent #help needed #please boost #mutual aid

[obscure-entity]

your shading is AMAZING specially when its conveying organic forms..... do you have any tips for people who dont know wrf going on (with shading)

ok so HI. hi. my old tutorial pisses me off so i will make a new one

i made a guy whose sole purpose is to be shaded so dont worry he likes it. and his name. his name will be mr. Boob. mr boob does not have to be blue

theres probably way better explanations of how to do it but unfortunately trying to "emulate" shading does ask you to somewhat understand ur character in a 3d way. like what would the 2d shape be if you "sliced" it? mr boob is made of so many circles. his tail also does a kind of weird perspective foreshortening thing because its pointing at you. is this being conveyed

you obviuously dont have to draw a horrendous grid on your characters skin to do this . BUT it helps you put down (or at least envision) the lines of the form shading :

dont worry about cast shadows or the shading color because this is FORM SHADOW time only. think about what surfaces of the character are obviously facing away from the light source and put down the "separation line" of the shading based on that. thr most important thing is that youre trying to separate light from dark

im going to pick the first one for cast shadows bc it will be the most obvious to me

ok so. his ears and snout are blocking other surfaces of his body from the light, which means a shadow is cast!!!! bam. i saw someone describe cast shadows as what the light's pov "can't see." his entire body is putting down a cast shadow on the ground too

im impatient so i blended the form shadows now. its usually the easiest to just NOT blend cast shadows as a way of conveying that they are still cast shadows. but you can still blend them if you want to show "distance" between the obstruction and the surface its blocking. but its just a way of saying form and cast shadows should not be treated the same even if their softness coincides

im going to lump reflection and ambient light together because theyre like. similar. reflections dont just happen in mirrors

since the sky is blue, making the ambient lighting, i tinged mr. boobs existing shadow to be a bit blue. (*this is kind of important because it can help you decide a shading color, which should USUALLY be based on the environment) (unless your character is just in the transparent void then it doesnt matter)

since the ground is pink, i made pink light bounce off of him. pointed and labelled. i dont rlly know how to go more in depth than that

contact shadows are literally shadows formed from direct-touching contact. very little light can reach in there, even from how reflections disperse, which means youre free to use the darkest color available (black). in this case mr. boob is making contact with the floor. because he is sitting on the floor.

i touched him up a bit and wow!!!!!!!!!! look at mr. boob!!! he is so beautifully sculpted.

and one more thing

thats right. i made mr boob PINK. hes fucking ruined now. just kidding i would never say that to him

what im trying to convey here (its the easiest with really light colors) is a transitional color. this can also show subsurface scattering depending on how you use it which is fun to look at. the mistake i made on my last tutorial was "Just pick a warm saturated color!" which is really wrong in examples like Blue mr boob. because it would be weird to use a warm color to transition from blue to blue.

if you have a character that isn't bright enough then obviously the shadows wont be as visible. its BEST to bring more attention to highlights and reflections to reveal the form a bit. they play the biggest role with darker colors

thats all i can think of. fun things to look up:

structuralization + contour lines + foreshortening etc. 3d lingo

form shadows

cast shadows

ambient light

contact shadows

subsurface scattering

im also just speaking out of my ass otherwise. i didnt look up any of these terms until the end now im inferring and hoping i got them right

and remember every time you shade mr boob will be rooting for you

#art tutorial #shading #lighting #long post

[abnerkrill]

fantastic rebuttal to "writers don't deserve better pay because the stuff they write is terrible/unoriginal", full thread here

(to explain, the "Unknown" under his name is from a add-on bot detector; it usually can assign a percentage likelihood that a user is a human being and not a bot, but I think the blue check system disrupted the add-on so it says "Unknown" underneath his name now.)

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May 7, 2023 tweet thread from Tom Vaughan @/storyandplot

With #WGAStrong rightfully in the spotlight this week, I've seen some less-than-sympathetic comments focusing on the lack of originality in our projects. This is a fair criticism of the system, but not the writers. A quick history of how we got here (thread emoji)

The first thing to understand is that Hollywood has NOT run out of new ideas. The studio’s preference for I.P. has nothing to do with regurgitating ideas and everything to do with MARKETING.

The late 60s-70s is generally considered the artistic high of the studio system. Ironically, many contribute this to corporations buying up the studios! The corporations knew they had no idea how to run a movie studio, so... they put creative people in charge.

This is how you got the run of so many great films the studios would never make today. They also took bigger chances on young, promising talent (the first "film school generation" of filmmakers.)

But with the success of JAWS and STAR WARS, the corporations demanded more of those kinds of hits. The creative folks insisted such things were unpredictable, and the business folks said let's make them less so.

(Sidenote: This was also the same time a completely different phenomenon was happening. A/C was becoming the norm for theatres, making summer movie-going much more attractive.)

Over the next decade, more and more MBAs and marketing people gained influence in the studio system. Being business folks, huge hits were not a creative problem as much as a product/marketing problem.

The 80s is when the “high concept” became pre-eminent because it narrowed a sales pitch to one sentence, a trailer, and a poster. This made everyone a marketing agent for a movie because everyone could explain what it was about!

In the 90s, marketing became just as important as the film itself (reflected in their respective budgets) when Hollywood discovered they could profit from fifty years of pre-existing awareness for old TV shows and movies.

This allowed the marketing department to move away from pitching a movie and convincing you to go see it (lower success rate), to simple “audience awareness” and building anticipation. (higher success rate.)

The audience knew what THE FLINSTONES the movie was. They just needed to know the casting and when it opened. No one needed to have the remake of GODZILLA explained to them. They just needed to know when it opened.

The marketing department prefers AWARNESS over SELLING because awareness is something you can throw money at. Selling is harder, and it’s less predictable. This is why franchises are so valuable.

Whenever someone says, “That’s something I can sell!” It’s usually something that can sell itself. What they mean is, "I just have to let people know about this!"

Hollywoods's reliance on property the audience is already familiar with is 100% because... the audience is already familiar with it. It is easier to market the product and this increases its chances of success.

This focus on I.P. has become so pervasive, many, including executives themselves, have forgotten WHY it's valuable. They'll option an unknown comic BECAUSE it's I.P., forgetting that it's unknown and lacks the main asset of I.P.

Writers do love writing on an I.P. that means something to them. Every Star Wars fan who became a filmmaker would love to work in that universe. But we do not love it more than our own original work. We would always rather work on that.

So when you see another remake, or reboot, or adaptation, and think, "Can't they come up with something new?"

Remember, the answer is yes. Yes, we can. And we want to. You can blame the market or the marketing, but either way, the widespread production of truly original content is just not the studio business model we're in right now. #WGAStrong

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[justblades]

⌕ FLIMSY FEELINGS, 18+

⟢ CHARACTER : blade x afab! reader WC : 1.4k

⟢ WARNINGS : EXPLICIT, MDNI. dubcon, somno, voyeur! blade, oral (fem receiving), sadistic masochistic themes, mutual masturb#tion, cunnilingus

⟢ A/N : we don't have much info abt his character rn but i tried my best with the available provided info as of the moment !! enjoy <3

raven hair ripples from the bitter cold winds blowing, the glint of crisp solferino hues show a reflection of an unknown person - someone the stellaron hunters just happened to pick up as they tread upon weaving the threads of fate, just how the screen play director foretold.

it was just blade and you alone, encompassed by the archaic, gunmetal gray walls. blade watches your slumbering figure as he wears a solemn face, lips pressed into a thin line, not showing any kind of expression at all except for a stoic mask.

is it really a mask? no one could tell. blade just proceeds to stride towards your body, feeling an aching sensation he needed to tend to. it's a feeling he'd come to despise - but it's still a part of his bodily function. even though he abandoned his old way of living and is now in a pursuit of his path to vengeance, there are trivial things he must fulfill at once.

blade slowly descends to your position, vision still not anchoring away from your dozing shape. humans truly are fragile, he thought to himself— to see someone in their vulnerable state, it feels quite intimate. it was an epiphany blade had for a long time ago he forgot when, but all he knows right now is there's just one thing that must be done.

he feels his pants grow tighter by the minute, the flickering light bulb casts a darker shade of monochrome gray on the crotch part. the navy haired doesn't delay any further and proceeds to get it done. blade unbuckles his belt swiftly, letting the item crash against the concrete flooring; followed suit is an act of self pleasure, he gradually wraps his dominant around his throbbing girth, reveling the wamrth he had to offer to himself in dead silence.

the stellaron hunter may not show it but gratification already courses through his system. at a slow pace, he continues to lean more towards your figure, his cock now at its full glory. its head twitches, itching for a sensation for it to be enveloped in; something warm, something tight and something alive. three qualifications that his mere hands could not satisfy.

perhaps that was your sole purpose for you being brought here in the stellaron hunters' temporary hideout. he rips your clothes with one clean cut from the cracked sword he brandishes, one of the many ways he showcases his astonishing swordsmanship. steadily positioning himself from your slit, a hot, rock hard feeling rubs on your lower lips.

blade's heart begins to pulsate against his rib cage, each beat becoming louder and faster in such an irregular manner. the more he got to feel your slippery cunt, the more eager he only got. and with one powerful thrust, he successfully makes his entrance inside you, his cock lavishing the comfort of your velvet walls clamping around his length.

he huffs a deep breath and only realizes it late as he catches a quick whiff of your scent— for some reason, he was drawn on. the male inches forward your neck, his hands tightly clasped on yours to make sure there would be no attempt of escape. presently atop you while you laid on your stomach, you could feel some faint but added pressure on your limbs plus a somewhat familiar presence from above.

blade was only detached from what you were feeling and only carried on with his own intentions. he rams inside you with no forewarnings, his tip fills you all the way up to the very brim. a breathy, whiny moan erupts in the vicinity that undoubtedly came from you but he heeds no mind to it— continuing to pound into your walls, intruding with such an abrupt pace and not in gradual motions.

in anything that he does, he emanates of destruction. a polar opposite of care, tenderness and love; it shows in his rough, vertiginious thrusts, his firm tight touch, and lastly, in his facial expression. you were not one bit shocked, if anything, you just accepted what is happening as of the present. being used as a cocksleeve for a passing feeling, it rips at your heartstrings but you were powerless before him.

you continued to pretend as if you were still dozing off in spite the mewl that you tried so hard to bite back, stifling more noises threatening to slip out. it would be far more awkward if you're awake as you weren't one bit acquainted with blade. not even shared glances, all the information you have is an overheard conversation from the hunters, only knowing his sole name : blade.

the swordsman eventually begins to drop his guard down, becoming more lax at letting his guttural groans come undone from his mouth. his bandaged hand wanders on your naked, exposed skin, traveling to places where he finds the most appealing. aside from the sound of skin slapping, clothes shifting and his jagged breathing were accompanied by the chime of his dangling scarlet earring.

a sharp pang of pain follows from a loud smack sound. it was his slender hand coming into harsh contact against the plush of your ass, leaving darker imprints from your complexion - it was no doubt, his spanking's seal. you could no longer play pretend as you wince from the pain, your eyes shot open and you turn your head.

your vision was then graced by the indigo haired, he took notice that you were awoken but as usual, he's cold as a gelid ice. he did not care.

when suddenly, he withdraws his cock from your pussy and flips your body around— thus making you meet his face, catching you off guard from your current dazed state. you slowly look up to meet his sharp gaze to the point that you could see your own image from his vivid cerise eyes. your very first locked gaze with blade, and mayhaps the last. his hand clasps on yours once again but only to bring it down to your cunt, he proceeds to uncurl your balled up fist.

he guides your fingers to stroke and pleasure yourself, your own digits prodding through your wet entrance. your breathing quickens, a foreign sensation brewing in the pits of your abdomen; meanwhile blade doesn't do anything but to watch on your expressions. "continue." blade commands ; his raspy, deep voice resounds into your ears.

you were struck with both of shock and nervousness, his tone laced with authority and coldness to it yet again. as embarrassing as it is to do it in front of a man you've never met in your lifetime, you obey his order, continuing to pump your fingers in and out of your coiling walls before his predatory naked eyes.

the navy haired pleasures himself at present, along with you - matching your rhythm. your legs spread open in front of him to feast upon that no man has ever tasted, an unfamiliar sensation wells in his heart. he groans and picks up the pace of him stroking his own erection, a feeling of release immediately dawning upon him.

with blurry vision, for a moment, you could see a hint of sadness and regret behind the vermillion windows of his soul. although the actions he's committing currently are lascivious and of lust, you swear to yourself there was something more than what meets the eye.

as quickly time flashes, strings of muddy white spring out from his cock, the liquids spilling into your exposed tits and your panic stricken face. he catches his breath in the midst of it, heavy panting echoes inside the enclosed vicinity. "i didn't order you to stop."

his words pierces your perturbed mind, he pertains to your masturbation ending just as when he reached his climax. the male swiftly gathers all the cum littering your skin with one hand and one movement, cupping the liquids carefully only to insert all of it into your pussy.

a moan bubbles from your throat, feeling his long fingers curl inside your sticky walls. blade, even though a stoic man most of the time, he's also full of surprises. he flicks his tongue over your clit, the pointy tip rubbing viscules and in circular motions on the specific spot.

your back arches, waves of pleasure crashing upon your lethargic self. blade doesn't halt and carries on to suck your walls out, margins of his sticky lips perfectly fitting with your lower ones. his tongue once again skillfully glides over your sensitive parts— earning him your climax as it spills out from your hole, adorning his sharp, masculine features as if your ejaculation was an accessory.

it felt ecstatic, as if your body drifts into the seventh heaven from blade's cold touches. in spite of the overwhelming gratification pooling in your body, hundreds of questions start to flare up in your mind, mainly about blade's identity. naturally, it rolls from your lips, a question he didn't see coming.

"what are you really?"

among the many blank faces blade shows you this night, he finally unravels a different one upon encountering your question. "are you really that fervent to know?" he rhetorically asks as a sneering smile creeps on his lips.

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