#what did i create

[artist-pigeon]

I created this monstrosity 4 years ago as an inside joke. We named him Megashquaang

#send help #what did I create #megamind #squidward #aang #shrek

[amarkussy]

#I was playing with filters on Darki... #darkiplier #fanart #Markiplier in snap #what did i create #cool art #Dark #iplier

[flesh-eating-ladybug]

Good lord 💀

I yassified squidward during my 3rd period I also drew the other characters but I’ll post that later

#What did I create #Yassified Squidward #Squidward #Handsome squidward but woman??? #Drawing #This is so old 😭

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Trendy Ford

Original picture:

#Gravity Falls #gf #ford pines #stanford pines #stanford f pines #grunkle ford #gravity falls edit #gf meme #gf edit #what did I create #but it does suit him #You could have at least gone through the portal in style Ford #gf ford #id in alt

[happyblubird]

Other people taking hours to create amazing art, I give myself two minutes, no photo references, no nothing and get BORD

#Bird #Bord #drawing #sketch #doodle #what is this #what have i done #what did I create #why #cursed

[stupidshadow14]

idk what i made but here, take it

#memes #minecraft memes #what did i create #minecraft

[crabs-in-disguise]

Crimbo Crabbins

#send help #help #pls help #what did i create

[invoidvisitor]

Heyyy never look at that post from last night guys

I swear it was possession- qwq

@loverofscreens and I just re-read it and died omg wtf was that TOT

#i deleted it #needed that cringe out #splatoon cringe #what did i create

[inkskinned]

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.''

[autisticasgore]

i can't believe toby fox made not one not two but THREE valentines cards for asgore

#pixie.txt #undertale #asgore #asgore dreemurr #TO BE CLEAR these are not real i just made my own #bc toby fox apparently did not want to create asgore valentines cards out of the 50 combinations of all the cards #this took me less than 5 minutes im not sure what his deal is #anyway i would be your valentine asgore <3 #the last one is a shitpost

[theveryworstthing]

"Welcome! I'm glad to see that we still have people interested in volunteering. We have 6 positions open this Riverseason, 3 at each of the base camps. After you fill out your paperwork I'll take you to meet the new Companions and we'll see who you connect with!"

every few years after a heavy rainy season the river swells and a lush, high, patch of forest grows around its fattened middle in a matter of days. during this time strange Creatures emerge to nest in the surrounding area, which is seemingly a safer place to rear young than the forest, and then migrate back when the river begins to lower in a few months. neither the creatures nor the Townsfolk know why the forest appears or what exactly is going on with the river but they learned long ago to (mostly) live in peace. 

while the forest makes most people uneasy, some are very eager (maybe too eager) to explore it. this includes some young Creatures who seem equally compelled to Enter. experience says that mixed teams have a better chance or survival (little guy with Powers + person with thumbs and camping supplies is a pretty good combo even if communication can be rough sometimes) and so that is how the scouting trips operate. scouts start at either upriver or downriver base camps just outside the forest and try to follow the river the entire way to avoid getting lost.

it is so easy to get lost.

most people lose sight of the other scouting teams about half a mile in even though they're all following the same river and going in the same direction. best case scenario is that you make new discoveries, map out a few things, and make it out the other side in way more time than it should really take to walk to the other side. worst case is you can't find your way out before the river starts to dry up and you hope the rain is heavy next year. 

pictured above are the little Companions ready to hike in with someone this season. you will only learn their names if you connect with one, but in loose power typing terms we've got:

a prophesy type (omens good and bad. tea leaves, smoke, tiny bones)

a wander type (never settled and never has to be. a shifter of sorts)

a fungal type (more than it seems. eager for friendship)

a celestial type (looking into the void. navigating by starlight)

a dirt type (grounded and persistent. a terror to terrors)

and a sylph type (the air in your lungs. the invisible belief)

which Companion will you choose? what name comes to you when they choose you back? 

#body horror #monsters #they're just little guys #what if someone gave me a million dollars to make the weirdest pokemon game ever created? #if i actually did this i think the player character would also be non-human. probably make them a goblin. #you shepherd the creature and also you are a creature :)

[meringuejellyfish]

is herobrine behavior/lore not common knowledge anymore .... has the world really forgotten about the 2x2 tunnels .. trees with their leaves all gone ... the sand pyramids in the ocean ... the herobrine shrine that would apparently summon him ... the lost to time brocraft hoax livestream that further popularized herobrine as a concept (of which herobrine was just a painting from a texture pack, later removed to which the streamer would continue to act freaked out until the end) .. the original forum post from sometime in august 2010 that detailed encounters with a pseudo-player in the distance on a singleplayer world which included this screenshot

does anyone even care at all. about a herobrine so small

#minecraft #i cut the forum post contents short because i only enjoy it up to that point #such a fondness for the herobrine myth #it was simple but thats why it worked in the environment of alpha minecraft #minecraft - especially early versions - held with them a kind of inherit loneliness #it was a little barren. only a few mobs with very simple ai #limited amount of items. no hunger #the low render distance fog leading to somewhat of an eerie atmosphere. leaving you to wonder if theres anything else out there #the origins of this myth like. understood how to work with what this game was at the time to create a concept that you know. if you were a #young kid around this era then youd be wondering about herobrine in your own singleplayer world #s #hey remember when they forgot to add ''removed herobrine'' to the change logs #also remember when the community spent hours to find the seed from this screenshot and they actually did they found the herobrine seed

[sivsii]

I sincerely hope every artist gets to have the experience of falling in love with their art someday. even if you have to fight for it. i think we all deserve to look at the result of our creativity all giddy and go holy shit, I loved making this! I love the lines I put down and the colors I used and the indulgences I’ve taken. I love seeing things I liked and taking it for my own, pushing and molding and playing. I can’t wait to do it again

#art stuff #maybe this is just me being all mushy or whatever but GOD #i used to hate my art so fucking much #i used to hate the act of creating so deeply that putting pen to paper knotted up my insides #and I don’t know HOW I grew through that but I did! i genuinely thought it was the end of such an important part of who I am #but it wasn’t! #and now for the last few years I’ve been consistently able to look at my art and feel proud of myself? like holy shit I made this! #i have such good taste! #and there have been times where I’ve hated the process or been dissatisfied with theresult ofc #art is fucking hard #art block and burnout is a bitch #but Ive still been able to look at the sum of my journey and just feel. satisfied. and accomplished #eager for growth but still proud of what I’ve made #idk #we all deserve that someday

[cemeterything]

regardless of its other successes or failures one thing i feel that the magnus archives did really well was create a narrative and worldbuilding that refuses to allow you to categorize its characters by the dichotomy of 'abuser' and 'victim' without ignoring major themes that define the shape and course of the entire story. despite one of its most central themes being that "we all get a choice, even if it doesn't feel like one" many of the characters we encounter are faced with genuinely horrifying ethical dilemmas that emphasize just how difficult that choice actually is to make, and allow the audience to sympathize with their plight even if not with their actions and decisions. many of the avatars are arguably just as much victims of the entities they serve as they are perpetrators of the violence they cause, and those who fight them in many cases choose to descend to monstrosity themselves in order to be able to keep pushing back - a choice some of them try to rationalize to themselves by arguing that the magnitude of the threat they face necessitates that the ends justify the means, but which is nevertheless a choice that they make, and one with a devastatingly high cost that is repeatedly, unflinchingly presented to both them and the audience. the human capacity to exercize our free will for better or for worse whilst taking into account the various internal and external influences that may affect the decisions we make is thoroughly explored with a great deal of care and nuance that i appreciate.

#🐉 #tma #i just think that one thing it did really well was create a 'morally grey' horror narrative that actually feels like #it understands what its doing and isnt just trying to engineer a sense of complexity without actually knowing how to do so effectively #it doesnt always hit the target but overall it makes an admirable effort

[titenoute]

Meme redraw OG Rayman prefers to choose kindness whenever he can...

V.2 :

But sometimes, you gotta send a message.

#...that's the second time I draw a relatively pacifist cartoonish character choosing violence in the span of 2 years #and he's purple themed too...kinda #uh #it's not much but it's weird it happened twice #oh well #ramon #rayman #it's been a struggle with those pictures bc guess what #I had to format the computer #and I *thought* I had all my CSP materials backed up in a file #but apparently they changed the placement of the material files without a warning and I didn't back up jack on the cloud #I have a few brushes I had put aside just in case and did well to do so #but all the brush and presets I've created are gone...color palettes included #i am an adult i am not going to cry #back up your material files kids #don't be like me #meme

[swallowtailcherry]

Lactation

Characters: Buddha, Hades and Qin Shi Huang

When they find out you can lactate

This just came to me randomly

Will be short 😞

Buddha

The god was lying down, watching you move your hips. His hands gripped your thighs, seeing you sink yourself on his cock. He moved one hand to your breast, gently squeezing it, which snapped you out of your trance.

"W-Wait, don't squeeze too much!" You exclaimed. Buddha only chuckled and squeezed your breast more. Not even a second later, some white liquid leaked out of your nipple. Both of you froze, his cock twitching inside you.

"Didn't know about that~"

He suddenly sat up, taking the nipple in his mouth. Your milk was really sweet, one of his favourite flavours. He moved his hips at a rapid pace, only releasing after a few thrusts.

Hades

Hades bounced you up and down on his cock, guiding your hips very slowly and gently. He leaned in, leaving small bites on your neck. His nails nearly dug into your hips, rubbing them so softly. After he pulled away from your neck, he eyed your bouncing breasts. He took a nipple to his mouth, suckling on it gently.

"H-Hades!" You moaned out, holding on to his shoulders. Hades suddenly tasted something sweet in his mouth, making him slowly pull away. A trail of milk leaked out of your nipple and dripped on his leg.

"Sorry... I-" You were stopped by Hades sucking your nipple again. His hips bucked upwards to bury his cock deeper inside. He stopped and flicked your bud with his tongue.

"Nothing to be ashamed, Darling~ I don't mind~"

Qin Shi Huang (Fuck I miss writing stuff for him-)

Qin hovered above you, his hands on both sides of your head, giving you an smirk.

"Good afternoon, My Empress~" He cooed, brushing his fingers against your cheek, which moved down to your chest and down to your clit.

"You were waiting for me, were you? Waiting for me to fill you up?" He teased, playing with your wet cunt. You resisted the urge to shut your legs from the feeling of his fingers. He stopped and used his other hand to play with one of your breasts. Qin continued to play with it, and some milk soon leaked out. He stopped groping your breast and brought his milk soaked fingers to his lips. He gave you another smirk, thrusting inside you.

"You taste just as sweet, My flower~"

#record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok smut #buddha x reader #hades x reader #qin shi huang x reader #why did i write this again??? #what have i created???