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suiana · 8 months
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Got a little back into drawing but my dumbass got into drawing Yan! Cupid's. Wings then realized that I'll eventually erase the extra bits-
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SO PRETTY WAOW
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toruro · 10 months
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Hao fo u
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i’m gonna cry
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theoculus124 · 7 months
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OH YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT IM WRITING A STORY WITH A TRANS GUY CALLED TEDDY SHORT FOR THEO. like it's such a coincidence but yeah <3
OMGGGGGGG
THAT'S AMAZING
Can I read the story?
Ur so talented omfg
All my tumblr moots are so flipping talented I'm so so proud of all of u
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scaralvr · 1 year
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my hand was cramping when i first starting trying to draw pmmm scara i swear to god my back aches
OHMYGOF HE IS SOO PRETTY IN UR STYE WHAJA AND THE LIL DOODLE OF HIM SQUEEZING KYUBEY LMFOAOO
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daddyjackfrost · 2 years
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Here I am, freaking out because you liked my fic and also so damn happy that masterpiece of yours was seen by none other than mr.gaiman!
ur fic was so good!!! THE ANGST??? and then the smut???? my god.
STOP UR SO SWEET
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snnbnny · 2 years
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I feel you about piercer ushi 😭😭 my brain went "okay, so ushi is already insanely attractive but what-- what if-- what if we make him even hotter?" and i was like "okay im listening 👀👀" 🤣 glad you liked it!!
omg i loved it, i adore piercer and tattoo artist au's sm and you wrote it so well. I love the idea that it was him finally breaking away from what others expected of him and becoming himself and you could totally see that he was out of his shell finally gawd i just loved rae!!
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bugthebugsblog · 5 months
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your blog is a mack archive omfg
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IKR I LOVE U SM UR SO AMAZING
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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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cheolhub · 1 year
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hjfjdhsj okay okay im gonna let u work on that wip and I'll be patiently waiting for u to post it 👀
anyways I'm writing a lil best friend!yunho fic that I started drafting like ??? legit over a year ago, but then I abandoned it and now im back to it. it's honestly just bc I wanted to write some rly cute and wholesome smut 😳🥺 but like,, think abt it,,,,, u have this huge crush on ur best friend but u don't wanna ruin it blah blah blah mutual pining bc ur both idiots
and then u both figure out that holy shit we've been into each other this whole time ??????? and one thing leads to another and I just keep thinking abt what ur first time together would be like
u already know each other so well and u have a dynamic going on, the jokes come easy and ur comfortable w/ each other, but ur also so so nervous bc u like him so much and this is all new and it's a little awkward but ur both so excited and happy and 🥺🥺🥺🥺
I've gotten stuck a little on the actual smut tho so if this sparks something in ur brain I'd love to hear it!!! - ☁️
TSHAUSHSBS DTHIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE CLOUDNON !!! love the concept so much :( here’s some smut ideas u can take!!
i can imagine the first time being a lil awkward, but he wants it to be so good for you so it’s mostly him talking and taking the lead. dont get him wrong, he’s nervous as fuck but i think he’d be good at hiding it.
i think it’d be sweet if there was a bit of foreplay,,, maybe like a giggly make out session that leads to grinding and then maybe he eats u out?? or uses his fingers??? OR BOTH?! and you’re maybe all shy once u get out of ur clothes bc he’s never seen you like this— he’s really reassuring tho, calling you all types of pretty names that make you feel so so pretty.
and i think he’d be sure to let you know how good you feel while he’s fucking into you at steady speed. he’s peppering kisses all over you while you let out meek moans and whines that progressively get louder. and he’s just telling you abt how long he’s waited for this and you finally reply with “me too” and that’s when he kinda,,, loses it? maybe? he just goes faster and faster and ofc, its still sweet, but just needier bc it’s something you both have wanted for soooo long
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lunarleosreblogs · 2 years
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COOL MUTUAL JUMPSCARE!!! BLOWS UP
I FORGOT TO FOLLOW YOU (I THOUGHT I WAS BUT I GUESS NTO) IM SOSORRY (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) I THOUGHT I WAS FOLLOWING U WHEN I POSTED ALMONDS BDAY GIFT BUT I GUESS NOT ??
BUT AHHH HI HI !!
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kaleidescopic · 6 months
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oh you hate musicals? oh so youre allergic to all fun and whimsy then? youre against all joy and giddiness brought in front of you huh? you just hate any and all happiness and silly times dont you?
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narrator: but they were flirting, and continued to do so, for the entire rest of the game…
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vennilavee · 2 years
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ahhhhhh I love you!!!!! you have no idea how much it means that you read my fic series and had something so nice to say :’) glad you liked it <3
omg its no problem, it was such a great read!!
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eacart · 5 months
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SCAR’S WEARING A HELMER
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lesbianambulon · 5 months
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My bestie drew me a Jackie
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brianskangs · 5 months
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(231209) YOUNG K x SAY YES
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