i have this dream where im falling and no one sees- WIP
finished piece here!
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You cannot tell me that Simon 'twisted samurai' Blackquill, LA's resident vaguely british man and total weeb with a special interest in swords, would not recognize Karuma on sight. I just imagine that Phoenix has it displayed in his office because of its historical and specifically lawyer-related significance and Blackquill comes in because he lost the rock-paper-scissors match against the other prosecutors to run their errands for the day and he sees that katana and has an autism moment.
There's also the lore behind the von Karma name that makes the idea that Phoenix ends up with the Asogi clan's heirloom very funny to me.
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Back with another piece,, this isnt too explicit or anything but so I don’t get flagged again, I cropped it. You can check the full on my Twitter once again though!
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you need to work on your poker face, gavin
inspired by ch 23 of hot for justice :D
id in alt text!
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obsessed w the idea of tallstar being peaceful to a fault, prioritizing peace above all, to the point where he sometimes misjudges the world around him
like. in tallstars revenge, he traveled so far to kill a cat who he thought was responsible for his fathers death, only to learn that violence was not the answer; he just needed to find himself, to figure out where he belonged, to learn to live for HIMSELF and not in his fathers shadow. and as a result of that he resolves to try to handle conflict with the least amount of violence as possible, unless it is absolutely necessary.
and for the most part, it works. he becomes a respected leader for his wisdom and willingness to talk things out rather than resorting to violence. he makes mudclaw his deputy because he knows that its important to have a cat who sees things differently at your side to give you a new perspective on the world; he learned that when he was with jake.
brokenstars attack on windclan was sudden and unexpected, so they had no choice but to fight; being driven out plants a seed of resentment inside him that reminds him of his youth, searching for sparrow. this grudge and the personal feelings it brings up is what drives him to attack thunderclan when he finds out that theyre harboring brokentail. he doesnt want to hurt the thunderclan cats, not really; he just wants brokentail gone. his vengefulness resurfaces after years of being buried, possibly spurred on by the already-short-tempered mudclaw.
but of course, he soon comes to his senses, particularly once brokentail is already dead. he is reasonable with firestar, who he recognizes as jakes son. he remembers jake, and how compassion got the both of them so far in their journey, how jakes kindness taught him the importance of peace. he looks at fireheart and sees him as someone he must protect, like his own son. he teams up with firestar to defeat tigerclan once and for all.
as he nears the end of his life, tallstar not only doubles down on his peaceful ways, but he becomes more determined to maintain friendship between windclan and thunderclan now that firestar is leader. hes getting old, frail, and obviously not too keen on fighting in his condition, especially after the harsh conditions of the forest and the long journey to the lake. the last thing he wants is a fight. he cant handle it. he doesnt want to handle it. he doesnt want any cat to handle it. he NEEDS there to be peace at all costs. its what jake would want, right? its what he taught him all those years ago...?
as he lies on his deathbed, barely thinking clearly, he appoints onewhisker his new deputy. hes always been friends with firestar, as opposed to mudclaw, who has a history of being aggressive. surely onewhisker would maintain the peace tallstar so desperately wants for windclan, right? right??
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Day 5: Hitwomi Yamada
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I need everyone to understand if I say I'm crying/will start crying over something small I'm never exaggerating btw. I cry more bc I get overwhelmed by how much I love something than I do over having my feelings hurt. I cried watching Bluey twice last week because Bandit was a good dad who didn't hit his kids when they didn't listen. If I see the overworld/in-party sprites from Gen 2 of Pokémon, the ones where they aren't even recognizable *as* Pokémon, I'll start crying. Do you understand.
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
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actually I do want to talk about Sally Jackson a tad more because one criticism I've been hearing about her book counterpart more recently is "book Sally is one-dimensional: the perfect mother with no flaws" and that just has me biting my cheek because one part of her book counterpart that I always thought was ripe with discussion and didn't make it to the show is that Sally states that it was selfish of her to keep Percy close. It's one of the last things she says to him before she's "killed" by the minotaur.
And there's so much that we don't know about Sally because we view her from Percy's eyes. From his perspective we know that she's exceedingly kind, she never raises her voice to him or even Gabe, and she endured a horrible and abusive relationship to protect her son from monsters (of a different kind).
But there are things we can piece together from the text: Sally has known about CHB for a long time, apparently since before Percy was even born because Poseidon told her he wanted to send Percy there; she was told that it was a mistake for her to keep Percy close - who told her that, we're not sure, she only uses the phrase they; she's been in contact with Grover through out the school year; she knows that she can't cross the camp boundary line, which means either Grover or someone else (Chiron? Poseidon?) told her that, and that she understood that there was place that Percy would be safe from monsters.
And all of these little details are so interesting because it does make you wonder just how much she did or didn't know. Was her self assessment right? Was it selfish of her to keep Percy close?
On one hand, she kept him close because she loved him, alongside the fear that if she sent him to camp, she would be saying goodbye for good -- so is it even fair to call the act of keeping him close selfish? Or perhaps, much like Chiron, she assumed keeping Percy in the dark would be safer?
But on the other hand, Percy had been attracting monsters all his childhood, she understood camp was a safe place from monsters, and she had apparently been told explicitly that it was a mistake for her to keep him close.
And then adding in the factors of: Percy is her only family in the entire world, she's been suffering with Gabe for years, sacrificing so much in order to keep Percy safe when he's at home... but even that has a touch of sad irony because when we meet Percy in tlt, its at point when he's not really home at all -- he's been regularly sent off to boarding schools, so much so that he's internalized it as his own short-coming.
And all of this isn't to say "Omg Sally is actually horrible" or to assert definitely that she is selfish... but more to speak to the fact that in the books, she's not an all-perfect 2-dimensional mother. And her self-assessment of selfishness is something that is really interesting to explore and debate given the implications of what she apparently did (or did not) know about the godly world. I feel there's even an argument to be made that Sally being "selfish" could be a reflection of Percy's fatal flaw.
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Mockery of the audience
[ID: Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint fanart of Kim Dokja standing in a mocking pose with his back to the viewer, speaking to a huge gallery of silhouettes. He's in his Demon King form, and one of his legs is kicked back as he raises his hands dramatically. Most of the scene is shaded in dark purple, but Dokja is cast in bright red. A huge purple eye with a star-shaped pupil stares down from above, casting a spotlight over Dokja. End ID]
(ID by princess-of-purple-prose)
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More trigunss
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hey look who's back
when jimmy starts acting like a brat they put him in timeout and ignore him in his aquarium and he always looks at everyone through the glass with sad eyes
it's not his fault my mans was just overstimulated and doesn't know how to communicate that
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Cheers Mate ⛓️⚖️
So far, Wriothesley and freminet are my faves in fontaine. But the one i like everything is wrio, just look at him😂
Wrio and cyno would get along because laws, but also its two guys who had a rough childhoods and despite it work towards making everyone’s lives better. OH fe3h en va too haha
My apologies to any british friend offended by my use of innit🧐
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insp 🌸
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what if they met...
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