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minecraftbookshelf · 4 months

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Heyo just wondering if there are any physical descriptions of the rulers for marriage of state au? (there could have been some I have read before just can't remember) I know it is based off empires so the skins are prob somewhat relevant but the skins can be interpreted in many different ways. So I guess my actual question is, what does everyone wear??? Are chemises and stays common in some places? Do some empires wear a bunch of layers like the Edwardian and Victorian styles or are they like some specific cultural dress of somewhere? are some empires wearing an un-holy mash of a bunch of different styles? Hoop skirts and crinolines? (how do u spell that stupid word??? ;-;) I know you went into what empires wear is made out of but what garments are said textiles made into?

So I've made a few character design focused posts so far. Specifically, Joel and the Seablings so far. I'm in the process of writing Xornoth's. (I randomly generated the order for them because I am indecisive XD) They have their own section on the masterpost as it currently exists and will be one of the things I keep directly linked on the revised version when I get around to that.

On a general note, "what everyone wears" varies fairly wildly from empire to empire. My costuming decisions draw about equally from the skins and the architecture styles (e.g. greco-roman influences in the ocean empire combining with fantasy coture, Rivendell combines visual elements from the lotr movies with a viking-era Scandinavian influence, Byzantine layers and accessories in Mezalea, etc...)

chemises and stays are one of the varieties of undergarments that can be found, but very much older versions. Most of my influences are high/fallen fantasy and ancient civilizations through about mid-medieval Europe. So no hoop skirts or crinolines.

I'll save more of the specifics because if I type it all up here I'll be even slower about making the actual official character-specific posts

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There is also Official Art. So far just the Seablings. It’s linked on their posts

#ask and it shall be answered #justafeweggnoodles #marriage of state au #rain rambles #i am not a historical costumer myself #but i am close with several of them #so ive picked a lot up via osmosis #mos: asks

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 268

Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed.

Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring.

Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long.

So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies.

The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach.

Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar.

So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say?

#Danny Phantom #Prompts #Fright Knight #Shadow Core Fright Knight #Space Core Danny #Very fae-elf vibes for FK’s human-ish form #POV you’re an Amity Parker & this Tank of a man (being?) appears & grabs the ghost & scolds them like a child #Yes this includes Phantom #FK: Where is your caretaker ghostling?#Phantom (ready to fight & very wrong-footed now): My what #FK:#FK: oh no Sir Yaya was right this ghostling is newly formed-#Ghost Hunters: *Shooting*#FK with an armful of ghostlings: Were it not for the presence of literal infants I would kill you where you stand &#trap you in your worst nightmare for eternity while your body decays around you #Let FK have glowy tattoos i beg of thee #FK returning to the Zone to find another toddler (Vlad) that also formed Outside & also sickly at the Keep: I am going to scream #Accidental Dad Knight #More like the preschool teacher gathering up everyone from a field trip lol #Nightmare has bags on her side to carry the ghostlings in but several won't let go of FK now that they've been shot at again #Kerian “Rian” Fright Knighte: *So close to fighting the humans even with the Rules*

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rookflower · 5 months

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dovewing and ivypool designs concept

#dovewing #ivypool #i am NOT the first person to come up with scruffy dovewing and neat ivypool i have seen several posts abt that.#but i like the inbetween idea of them swapping between the role of 'close to thunderclan/starclan/the code' and 'disillusioned outsider'#and they both find themselves in their comfort zone after this switch. and their designs change to mirror that #ivypool tidies up overtime and feels welcome in her clan (if aloof and grumpy but that's just how she is)#and dovewing is allowed to finally focus on her own happiness and stop worrying about how she's viewed once over in shadowclan

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starculler · 2 months

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strap in for this week's fic flavor: the failsafe episode of season one of the young justice cartoon except the simulation just won't. fuckin. end.

(fics that inspired this at the end)

If I ever did sit down to make my own fic, I'd split it in 3 parts:

The Simulation: bits and pieces of the 40 years Dick lives after most everyone he knows has died

The Return: the immediate aftermath and healing from the trauma of having not-quite-actually lived a whole life only to wake up and find out it was all fake. nothing traumatizing about that whatsoever.

The Unintended Consequence: aka the twist I'd love to add and would hint to in the second part - finding out the simulation, through martian mind fuckery, pulled from the real world (and in many cases, from real minds). Dick meets a bunch of people he didn't think were real outside the confines of his simulated life. A bunch of rowdy, heroism-inclined teens across the years get to meet the sibling/friend/mentor figure they all dreamed up one night.

(actual idea snippets under the cut)

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Dick Grayson is 14 and most of the world's heroes have died. He planned a suicide mission that left him the sole survivor of a doomed team he helped found. The invasion may have been stopped, but is this really the price he wanted to pay?

The first face he sees in the infirmary is Roy's, and he has to close his eyes and just breathe for a few minutes because for one painful moment he'd thought it was Wally. But this isn't the world where his best friend miraculously survived alongside him. This is the one where he got his best friend killed and didn't even give him the courtesy of following behind him. Behind them.

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Dick Grayson is 27 and has lived longer without Bruce than with him. The invasion's anniversary is always a tough day for him, but that morning seems especially harrowing. He'll get shit for it later, but can't resist stepping out onto the balcony of the manor's master bedroom (Bruce's old bedroom) for a smoke -- his first since he'd promised to quit if Jason, just 15 then, did too.

"Bad habits tend to pile up," he'd said, a rueful quirk to his tired grin. He'd tapped the cigarette twice on the railing and added, lower, "and this one's especially nasty, huh."

He inhales, watches the sun creep across the horizon, and lets acrid smoke burn through his lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a small cloud. His eyes water, but he doesn't cough. It tastes just as bad as it did the first time he smoked one, not even a year after the invasion and treading water as Robin proved insufficient.

There hadn't been enough heroes to go around then, and Dick had been trained by one of the best. It hadn't been fair, but it had been his plan that had ultimately stopped the invasion. His shoulders everyone's expectations fell on.

He takes another drag, then smudges the lit end against the rail he's leaned on when he hears a boot scuff purposefully against the roofing above him.

"Todd and Pennyworth will be upset with you."

He doesn't turn around. Damian doesn't jump down to join him.

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Dick Grayson is 54 and wakes up in a room full of ghosts. He hears his long-dead father-figure tell his long-dead team about a simulation they weren't meant to win. A training exercise gone wrong and only half a day spent under their mentors' careful, if slightly panicked, supervision.

He looks at his hands, watching the way his gloves crease when he flexes them in and out of tight fists. He looks at his team, their eyes a little haunted but shoulders slumped with relief even as they grumble. Batman's heavy, gloved hand settles on his shoulder and the weight of it is a nauseating mix of foreign-familiar.

He opens his mouth. Closes it.

Tears prick his eyes behind his domino mask, and he tells himself the suffocating, acidic void building in his chest is just some leftover side effect of the ordeal and not the grief-guilt of outliving yet another family (no matter that they hadn't been real in the end).

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Dick Grayson is 16-going-on-56 and well used to the coincidences piling up between his simulated life and the real thing. Some of it -- missions and villains he remembers cropping up -- he's marked for Bruce to review and sort as he pleases. Some -- security for the cave, team building anecdotes, and training regimens -- he's shared with the team. And some he keeps only for himself.

Tim is one of those. He knows it's not fair to the kid (so much smaller now than he ever was when Dick lived his simulated life), but he can't help being selfish just for this. Tim is the one kid he's sure he didn't make up, and if Dick's taken to babysitting the kid just to be near at least one member of the family he built for himself in the wake of the worst days of his life .... Well, anyone who says shit about it can happily stand in line to have their teeth kicked in.

Despite this, it still catches him off-guard when he sees a familiar face pop up in one of Bruce's reports.

Jason Todd, caught boosting tires off the batmobile, is nearly the same age now as he was when Dick met him. He stares at the words, but none of them really sink in beyond the kid's name and address. He's moving before he's even made the decision.

He's used to the world kicking him when he's down - lived it for 40 frustrating years. But he has Bruce again. And things with Tim have been so good. And he's always been selfish when it comes to family. If he could just see Jason. If he could just meet him. If he could talk to him.

If if if if if--

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Inspirations:

Circles in Shattered Mirrors by InfinityIllusion

Fine (But Not Okay) by CharlotteDaBookworm

Verisimilitude by mutemelody

#young justice #young justice cartoon #batfam #batman #dick grayson #thoughts and headcanons #the heart wrenching inability to cope with the fact that you've lived a fully realized life #you've loved and lost and loved again in the face of every unending tragedy #until you've forcefully carved out this one little safe haven for yourself #only to be thrust back to the beginning of one of your greatest traumas - esp one you're partly responsible for!#gotta love it #anyway i am and always have been obsessed with dick grayson and no one can stop me #the simulation was fake but some psychic bs means real world elements filtered in #cue several children with weird dream-memories of half-lived experiences and a massive sense of deja-vu #when they wade into the superhero world #all i can picture is the spiderman pointing meme but it's the batkids at dick lol #my favorite idea is that once Dick gets his grubby hands on Jason and Tim it's all over from there #he's pulling late nights and researching and scouring facial recognition databases until he finds his kids #(he blurs the lines a lot when it comes to considering them his siblings vs kids #on the one hand they're not super far apart in age bar Damian #on the other he hasn't been a kid in any meaningful way since he was 14 and he very nearly raised half of them in some way #(plus side to an au is that i can space the ages out more as needed compared to the show haha)#jason and cass are firmly siblings close as they are to his age #steph tim and duke fluctuate depending on how in trouble or injured they are #i will die by dick being damian's dad tho lmao #babs is more platonic life partner than sibling but very firmly family regardless #this is the dick grabs on to any shred of family he can with both hands and drags them in kicking and screaming if he has to au

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summertimemusician · 8 months

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Linktober Day 6

Mask(s)

Soft and sweet with just a hint of melancholic because 1.I'm tired and probably need a nap father than coffee, 2.I actually managed to make a pretty good mocha and the Anchorage LOZ animatic came onto my playlist before writing this and it kind of influenced my mood, and 3. I'm saving the usual Majora's Mask flare of angst for another prompt because I was having way too much fun dissecting the tragedy of the Hero of Time before sleep deprivation snatched the idea away which is usually my sign to pass the heck out and save the second option for when I have more energy lol.

For the Warriors fans, also Warriors is a disaster of an older sibling but we adore and appreciate him for it in this household, as always can be implied romantic or platonic between him and reader.

You were all but pinned down to the ground, brought down more effectively and unable to find the strength to get up.

Well, not literally, there were no enemies nearby, the chaos at camp had long since died down and there wasn’t anything much to do now that night had fallen, the heavens deigning to put all of it’s glittering jewels on display.

Were it any other day you’d probably focus more on appreciating it in full, the fire was crackling merrily, you were safe and had a full stomach and even with the ever present threat of the Shadow possibly deciding to ambush you all while most of your guards were down, you had your boys with you and the crisp autumn petrichor was a balm on your soul, weary from the journey.

Maybe it would be fine to rest for a little while.

And then the small figure clinging to you flinched, burrowing closer and holding onto your tunic like a lifeline. And awareness came to you like a smack over the head with a log, your fingers gently carding through blond locks as you hum gently. Weighting options and just how quietly you could move without bothering the precious Sprite at your side.

You had guessed Time had been a sweet kid, and you still wanted to lodge a formal complaint with the gods for writing such cruel fate for him because the man couldn’t catch a break and you’re not the only one to take it personally. But he was killing you here, this is how you die, with an adorable but oh so heartbreakingly sad little boy having fallen asleep leaning against you after telling you all sorts of stories about his extensive mask collection.

(You don’t know wether you want to cry, scream or laugh, Mask was so, so young. It breaks your heart, just a little.

Really, the deities of Hyrule must adore tragedies. Bastards.)

Sighing, you decide to compromise, gently keeping the Kokiri boy right where he is, fast asleep and with barely any nightmares as you hum and card your fingers through the spun gold strands, you brush your fingers through the last masks he fell asleep mid through telling the story of how he’d acquired. If you were careful surely you’d be able to reach his pack on his side so he wouldn’t worry later.

A pair of brown boots invade your vision, Warriors crouches down. You think you spot a flash of surprise on his eyes as he spots Mask napping on you, and then fond amusement of a big brother you knew he directed often towards Wind, tone low, “Well would you look at that, out like a light. It’s a rare honor for him to trust anyone like this.”

You chuckle a bit, shaking your head, “I can tell, he’s a good kid. I’ve barely met him for a day and I’d already take on an army for him.”

“Welcome to my world.”, comes Warriors dry response, though you both knew he was a hundred percent serious, his own mask quickly falling away as he gently picked up the Deku Sprout Mask to put it back in the small sprite’s pouch, hiding it’s confused, fearful sadness from your gaze (and it’s an effort, not to twitch, as your rage towards Majora gained even more kindling to burn) as the soldier handled it with the due solemnity of being one of the few Mask would allow to even touch the masks without his immediate supervision, “... I never thought I’d see him again, as...”

“I know.” Your tone was quiet, as you carefully picked your choice of words.

If there’s one thing you knew about any Link, is that they’re all really good elder brother’s and that they are too hard on themselves. Warriors specially, Mask and Wind were his everything, there wouldn’t be words that could describe how gutted he was, after confirming his suspicions with you, regretting not saying anything against Mask joining the battle field back then, loathing himself for not convincing him or Lana into letting him stay in spite of his bad feeling that as soon as the young hero of time passed through that portal he was unlikely to ever meet him again.

... You settle for something simple, instead, reaching a hand to softly pat his head, taking care not to mess his hair too much, “You did good, Wars, it’s not your fault. Mask also knows you did your best.”

He still, sighing, the mask falling away as he guides your hand to his lips, quietly thankful (really, like big brother like little brother, your wonderful, silly, caring boys. You make a point to cheerfully bat away the butterflies in your stomach, ), “... Feels hard to believe that, some times. Thank you.”

You hum, after putting the Zora mask away, Warriors takes Mask’s other side, pulls you closer and breathes.

(Just in case, he lies to himself.)

You quietly listen to his stories about his little brother, and Warriors is content.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe warriors x reader #will I ever post the original story I was gonna use for this prompt?#who knows certainly not my sleep deprived self lol #more implied than romantic if you ask me but frankly that's about what I expected when Warriors decided to show up on this prompt #man is the most charming of the Chain but you can't tell me he would know where to begin with any sort of romantic feelings #so lots of unspoken understanding happens here instead so it's up to interpretation lol #Reader: I've had Mask for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I'd murder everyone in Hyrule and then myself.#Warriors. Approving: I know this. And I love you (feeling unspecified).#The Rest of the Chain: And we support you #Is Warriors wanting to be close in reference to the Kohga prompt?#Does he just want Mask and Reader close because he is smart enough to infer what happens to him #Does he just want them there because like all Links he has several abandonment issues?#Who knows! I just know that he is rife with trauma tokens so you all can spin the wheel and decide #Mask is probably Warriors biggest regret and I am going to shake people about it if not stopped #You can't tell me that he wouldn't have wanted to take him in once he learned he was an orphan traveling all alone with his pony in the WoA #All Links are big sibling coded just on different wavelengths #The WoA was just Wars accidentally picking up several feral strays while a war happened in the back #ex Mask Wind Tetra Skull Kid and Linkle #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes

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thelastspeecher · 1 month

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Inspired by the tornado warning that kept me at work yesterday past when I was supposed to leave and the footage and photos showing up of yesterday's tornadoes...

Storm chaser AU

#look people who grow up in tornado prone areas tend to be rather blase about them #(all my coworkers left work during the active tornado warning while I stayed in the basement)#so what I'm getting at here is that tornadoes and severe storms in general are a likely loophole for McGucket Anxiety #and storm chasing would be a helluva way to tap into those McGucket Unhinged Tendencies #anyways idk what do y'all think #(btw I'm fine the tornado warning was for radar indicated rotation #and even that wasn't in the exact area I was in. it was in the next city over)#(where I am got a lot of hail and wind and rain but no tornadoes came even close to me)#speecher speaks #Storm Chasers AU

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true-bluesargent · 2 months

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not a michael and jeremy shipper but i believe in their beliefs

#still be more chill blogging sorry #but anyway if i had been a fan of this musical at its peak i would have been OBSESSED with them im sure of it #but im probably not invested enough in this for shipping #also since bmc was popular i have changed my beliefs about shipping kinda #like i am a big fan of michael and jeremy just having a beautiful and close platonic friendship and we don't need to be shipping them really #but i do still believe that their relationship is at the core of the musical and its message #and i love them <3 #boyf riends #be more chill #says im not invested in this musical and then writes long rambling tags and makes several posts ... its fine

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seventh-district · 3 days

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not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

#today's gone Badly and i'm upset but instead of venting abt it i'm gonna channel that energy into doing a bit of tag rambling abt Boothill #well. less abt Him and more abt uh. self-analyzing my anxiety surrounding contributing to fandoms. he's just today's catalyst #like. i know it's mostly a me thing. i'm hypersensitive to criticism and very conflict avoidant + socially anxious + perfectionistic etc.#so I'm the one that keeps myself from posting more stuff out of fear of being criticized or called-out for what i've made #bc inevitably Someone's gonna see it and think its OOC or a problematic take or they'll misread my intent. etc etc what have you #but like. that's inevitable. there's no way to communicate every single thing with all of the nuance required to avoid misunderstandings #and other times it's not a misunderstanding it's just a difference of opinions and that's Fine!! there's no accounting for personal taste #there's no accounting for several things actually. taste‚ bias‚ lore-knowledge‚ differing levels of chronic-online-ness‚ etc #so this isn't me complaining abt the state of fandom culture (although i do think. sometimes. ppl take shit a bit too seriously)#but anyways all of this is mostly just anxiety-fueled. it's not like i very often actually even receive negative feedback or anything #if anything ppl tend to tell me that i'm overthinking it and killing my own fun and worried that my stuff is more OOC than it is #which like. yeah. Yeah u right :) but that's just the way that i am! always losing the idgaf war i suppose #anyways what's Boothill got to do w this ur wondering. well. i've been thinking abt the quickly emerging concept that he's illiterate.#and it just. has me feeling a lot of ways. and watching ppl disagree over it has me feeling some Bad ways. bc it's def a loaded topic!#if you'll pardon the pun there. and i don't rlly have anything new to add other than that i'm conflicted abt it.#like yeah i saw the leaks days ago. of him mentioning 'not hitting the books' much as a child when we ask him why he sends voice messages #or voice Transcriptions ig. ykwim. and like. *braces for impact* ...i liked it? like. it doesn't feel right to call it endearing #i'm not trying to infantilize him. ok that's not the right word either but ugh. you know? what i mean?? who am i kidding even i don't know #it's not quite right to say that it feels like Representation either. but it's something close i guess #as a southern person myself who didn't receive a 'complete' education due to factors that weren't to do with my intelligence #the concept of seeing him as a capable force to be reckoned with and respected who also happens to have not received much formal education #i like that. i do. but there's so many issues w it at the same time. like. as i said‚ being southern myself has me Wary of the way Hoyo is-#writing him. as well as of the way that the fandom is taking the bits of his lore and running away w them. and i'm Very aware of how ppl-#will see a southern character and be All Too Eager to agree that they're lacking intelligence based on our Redneck™ stereotype #sigh. and before we even go too far with this. it's not even confirmed that hes completely illiterate. which is a valid criticism i've seen #there's Multiple reasons that could make him prefer voice to text. but regardless. i'm just worried that ppl will misconstrue my intentions #like. example: that edit i made the other day of him saying 'no thanks i can't read'. wasn't me playing into the stereotype of-#'haha dumb country boy can't read!' it was. in my eyes. something he'd say as a joke to make light of a potential insecurity #like. i think there's far more depth to Boothill's character if ppl could look past the surface. and i dont wanna contribute to the problem #but sometimes ppl Will have stereotypical traits and i wish the same could apply to characters as long as it's done Thoughtfully.

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outlying-hyppocrate · 3 months

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i started this year off wanting to change myself in a way that would hurt me but now i realize that was a shitty thing to do. but i want to do it. again.

#random thoughts #self-destructive tendencies for the win!! on and off since 2022!!#i've been trying to convince myself i am diseased when really i am not. there is nothing wrong with me.#because it is not severe. i have not been close to death. it's fine. in fact i often do the opposite of what i want #and fail myself every single day. but i want to make myself ill on purpose because without illness what am i.#saying there is nothing wrong with you because there is nothing wrong with you does not mean there is nothing wrong with you.#there is something very wrong with me. but i always want to fix it. but i don't. so i fix it. but it's not fixing.#it's making me better and worse.#might as well project some of this onto my favorite oc clemens because. he's just like me now. languages boy. with a strange childhood #my parents weren't surgeons. my parents got divorced like kristian's. but we haven't moved to a new country because of it yet.#i say yet because it will happen. but this is unrelated to my previous complications.#I WANT TO GET BETTER.#but i really. really don't. because if i do then nobody will believe me.#i wish i could just tell someone. but then they will think i am lying to them.#for now i shall sit in my bed and stare at the ceiling #and stare at the forever closed window and close my eyes as well #and when i open them it will be 12 days later and i will be purified #i love you marina abramović

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bonetrousledbones · 1 month

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getting a sudden resurgence of art motivation is such a blessing and a curse tbh. bc on one hand im drawing a lot and having a lotta fun doing so but on the other hand i wanted to make Even More secret stuff for atbb that requires drawing so i told myself i would make a few very sketchy things that would have to be quick and don't have to be Insane Awesome Quality since they'll be blurry as hell in the final product anyway and i have like less than a week / a couple days at most to get it all ready in time

so anyways now it's 3am and i just finished the first of what i still want to do after 3 days

#trousled dumb #WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH ME AND OVERDOING SHIT THAT'S JUST GONNA BE BLURRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!#there are THERE characters in this fucking thing btw. and a background. whats wrong with me who have i become #i was sooo close to just leaving it with minimal shading & detail and finishing it like So Many Hours Ago I Don't Even Know #but i had that thought. you know the one. the one that says Wait I Can Push This More. and well i fucking pushed it #i think im gonna have to do an art dump when this event is done. because where this is gonna be seen beforehand it's gonna be 400px wide.#its original width is 1694px for the record. can you imagine the compression #motion blur + scanlines filter + several gaussian blurs + ungodly compression.......................why did i . do this #sigh. at least i am extremely proud of it and at least i lost track of time solely because of how much fun i was having #but also fellas i do not think i will be drawing everything i want to be prepared by the time of the reveal lmaooo #head in hands. i have drawn a really really good pair of boots. and also a lesbian. and also fully rendered drinks with ice cubes in them #ice cubes that you cannot see. because they are already so small that they had to be drawn with a 2px brush. and now they are blurred #and also obscured by the glass details in general. but by god do they change color under the liquid and everything #goodnight . i would put a cute little emoji here but there isnt anything that represents a smile akin to baring my teeth like a wild animal

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suddencolds · 3 months

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#not snz and not a vent... just passive musing #had a dream two nights ago where someone who i used to know (and love a little) wished me goodbye with a #kiss to the hand before i flew away from them forever on a magic chair #which is very stud//io g//hi//bli-esque and frankly very unserious but #the feeling of grief i felt saying goodbye to a friendship which i had once held so close to me - and which i know can probably never #be as close as it was at that point in my life - stuck with me for a long time even after i woke up #it's been something i've been thinking about for awhile... but the dream felt like such a concrete and painful severance #i think that like a childish part of me wants to hold the people i'm close to at #the same distance and trust that they will stay there forever #but logically i know it's natural that the people i met under certain circumstances might drift apart once those circumstances change #for one or both of us... i guess friendship really is just a lucky convergence at one point in time where everything aligns #like i know this and i have known this for awhile but god does it hurt #especially those kinds of goodbyes that feel so gradual... not like a clear severing of ties but just a gradual disappearance #i think i probably have to not feel so hung up over what i used to have. and for the most part i am not; life goes on #but for those people?#i sometimes just miss them #there's a special kind of hurt knowing that i could reach out to them and say hello and that they would probably respond but that it might #never be quite the same again

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bunnihearted · 4 months

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bruh for real im just sitting here trying to listen to my audiobook and it sounds like my upstairs neighbor is moving furniture. hour after hour, i dont even understand WHAT they're doing that makes that noise. and why do they have to do that everyday??? going insane post #9191818818181992

#also... i am mad at them #bc i've lived her for 25 years #and since it's a student housing area ppl move in and out all the time #i've had at least 20 different neighbors in the apartments around me #i have NEVER been this bothered by any of them #i have NEVER heard any of the others' footsteps or opening and closing doors etc etc #it's bc these ppl (students) barely have any furniture and belongings #ing combinagion with being heavy footed/heavy handed. they dont walk they stomp. they dont close they slam #so i actually do get to be angry abt it stfu #the noise they generate is completely unecessary and it only happens bc theyre inconsiderate #and it is driving me iiiiiiiinsane weweewwowoowoeoowoeoeoowowooeowoowowowoowowowowoowoeowoowow #and sorry but i'll prob keep complaining abt this until the day i move away from this shithole #im on several waiting lists but it is HARD to get apartments these days #like... society is collapsing and there are barely any housing etc. idk how i'll get away from here but #i'll either move away or move into a prison we'll see :p

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ringneckedpheasant · 1 year

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i’ve been reading a book that’s an edited down version of decades worth of journals that some lady inherited from her gay uncle when he died in the late 80s (early 90s?) & in the foreword she talked about how he kept ridiculously meticulous records of like 60 years of his life that she had to sift through and I am just. having fun thinking about inflicting that on one of my sister’s kids when I eventually kick the bucket

#this guy was kind of reclusive and had debilitating anxiety for most of his life & that’s why he journaled so much #& I am just. I’m already a hermit I might as well be doing something in my spare time #& I also have a really bad memory & it bothers me how much of my life has been lost to time #& also this book is such a cool primary source text Because he was so weirdly meticulous #like records of every place he went to in dc and tons of stuff about the layout of the city #& it makes the past feel very close #marc.txt #sorry i just got back into journaling in february after like a 6 year hiatus #all my journals from ≈14–18 got such severe mold damage at the last place I lived that I had to throw all of them away #& it broke me of the habit & made me lose my motivation for a very long time #i’ve tried a couple times to pick it up again since then but this is the only time it’s really stuck

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simplydnp · 4 months

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i hate the medical system <3

#sooooooo tired of old men talking to me like a child #i have two fucking degrees my guy. and one of them is pure mathematics.#dont explain things like im four and then go 'mmm i dont believe you' when i answer honestly.#i promise you. none of whatever the fuck youre doing. has anything to do with my sudden onset nerve pain. i promise.#its also exceptionally cool to be like 'hey have you broken your nose its like really crooked'#and also #'did you hit your head as a kid' because despite the several xrays. and doctors. and chiropractors ive had over the years.#apparently ive got a thick skull (bahduhmtss)#and when i say no i havent had any traumatic injuries like that. hes like mm well sometimes you just need time to remember #bestie i am twenty three years old. that is not a lot of years to recall. ive never had a concussion (or even close to) or motor accident.#i promise you if it happened @ birth it doesnt suddenly just present as nerve pain with absolutely no goddamn trigger. illness or otherwise #im sooo tired of the fighting. so tired of explaining the story over & over & over again. so tired of forms & questions & no fucking answers #c.text #illness tw #medical tw

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eyndr-stories · 9 months

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These were supposed to be just quick silly self indulgent warm up sketches, but then i got possessed by the entity and now two months later here we are, you know how it is fdlgkhjdfd

Couple of OCs hangin' out here! We've got Ben in the top left 'fixing' poor Sun, and Cube sporting some fashionable googly eyes :3

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mainfaggot · 18 days

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it's crazyyyy 🤣🤣🤣 how music can become so crucial to your daily life and then in the grand scheme of things, the way it can end up influencing/becoming attached to certain years and even decades of your experiences....

#i listen to can't you see me and I remember being irrationally angry about my best friend at the time distancing herself from me #i listen to ikily and i want to cry because i remember 17-18 year old me that was severely depressed and wishing to die every day and night #i listen to run away and i remember 16 year old me trying to prove to myself that i was worth something despite feeling like a failure #i listen to farewell neverland and blue spring i think about how close i was to dying in 2023 #none of these events are actually connected to these songs but because i listened to them while everything went down #the connection created itself #txt didnt change my life for the better or worse. they were just there in the background through it all #theyve been a constant and thats strangely (or not so strangely because i think humans enjoy constants in some capacity) beautiful lol #im so corny rn forgive me for my moaisms at nearly 1 am bye #z.post

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