Disclaimer: @llamagoddessofficial 's response a few weeks ago about MC drifting at sea makes my mind go brrr-

But you know what else makes mind go brrr? The fact that I cannon Skulls glow to be the same colour as that glowing Algae-

With the ocean on fire it's hard to see the darkness.

Hard to see the way in which the floor is hundreds of kilometres below you. Hard to remember you aren't hovering when the sky's doubled by the vast ocean. When your boat's drifting on a pool of citrine and rubies and spinel. Your small vessel, tarp, and self muddling an otherwise perfect view.

It feels like you're the only thing that exists.

Moments like these - without your friendly shark and silly orca around - moments lying in wait - remind you of your loneliness. Drifting in the ocean and burning in the setting sun, your boat and you ugly outliers. They remind you that death is a hungry master and you scarcely escaped becoming his appetizer.

You're the only one that survived and every second in alone is a stinging reminder.

You sit and stare, with nothing else to do. Limbs aching from being curled too long. Body never still in the bobbing of the waves. The last of the sky fire caressing your boat like an old lover - taunting you in the lights prolonged farewell - when you start to see it.

A new colour blossoming along the tips of the waves. Trimming the ocean in a lace of ghostly blue. Each crash stirring a brilliant bloom. Fighting off the darkness creeping in. And instead floating on waters of spinel and ruby and citrine, you find yourself drifting in the center of the universe.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Perhaps it's been too long since you last had your water ration. Perhaps you've been to exposed to the sun. Perhaps you're high in the face of the sublime. But your body is unraveling for the first time in hours and energy you thought long gone is bubbling out your chest in peals of laugher.

An algae bloom.

Your hands - skin dry and pale - are sinking into the depths. Each flick of your wrist stirring up the beautiful blue. This light enchanting and soft - not beating you like the sun does during the day. It's an energy content to exist - drifting wherever the waves takes it - surrounding you in its comfort.

Its traveling with you you aren't alone-

With this your laughter - bubbling burning, one of the best feelings in a long time - begins leaking out your eyes. Your pain and joy mix together in concerto, overtaking the crashing waves. Your tears join the ocean - salt water into salt water - mixing the brights of blue and darkest of black. You're grasping at the ocean - splashing, spraying, sloshing - getting any reaction you can from the colony of microorganisms. Hoping that by holding the algae close, you could dissolve into seafoam and join their family.

But with every scoop they melt out of your palms. Their light dying if you cradle them too close and still. They won't have you.

Alone Alone ALONE-

The cold water burns as you reach farther and farther into the glowing blue. Submerging your arms into the darkness and drawing your face closer to the water. You can taste the spray of the water - your lips practically kissing the surface - when you start to see it.

Beads of blue unraveling in time with the ocean. Inky limbs darker than the depths. A singular gem - red red red - reflecting your face.

You aren't alone-

And the ocean grabs back.

Edit since a lot of people seem confused - your "real" name is the name that you want to be referred to in real life. It doesn't have to be your legal name. So if you're trans and you have a different name to whats on your birth certificate, even if not many people call you by the name, it still counts as your real name.

Edit 2 : Holy shit guys please stop reblogging this post my poor inbox im getting like 20 notifs an hour asjfhkajshdkh /lh /srs

In honor of the @rw-ship-showdown I wanted to write about Artihunter as someone who jokingly slapped them together pre-downpour and still thinks they are actually very compelling. Just not in the super soft love wins kinda way (Although I get why people like that more) And the only way I know how to do that is talking too much so heres a far too long slug essay-

Obviously the slugcats don't offer a ton of characterization but theres not nothing to work with. Their stories, whether by their roles in it or the overarching themes do provide a backbone to work with. Even gameplay itself can provide a bit. (for some more than others) Hunter, to me, is ultimately a story about selflessness. The goal is to revive Moon, which is very much an act of kindness from both Hunter and NSH. But the weight of that action is much more significant for Hunter- Hunter is deeply sick. They're on the clock, and for all their skill in combat none of that will ultimately help them to survive longer than their body can hold out. Moon is a close friend of NSH but that means little Hunter- Hunter really gets next to nothing out of helping them, and ultimately pays quiet a bit spending their limited time alive fighting to deliver that neuron so that someone else can live.

To spend ones limited days on helping another, in a game that very much stresses the unwavering cruelty of the world and nature- is pretty notable. (And you could even say that Hunter being the Hardmode of Rain World adds another layer to this)

And then we have Artificer. A storyline that very much stands out to people as more… villainous (so to speak) than the other slugcats. Artificer's story covers a lot of things. Trauma, violence, revenge, etc. Revenge is a bit of a selfish desire- That need to see someone hurt as they have hurt you. A punishment that ultimately does not fix whatever harm was done- but feels good to see because you were hurt and now those responsible share that pain.

Artificer's actions are founded in that need for revenge, their pups killed for overstepping boundaries they didn't know existed. Is it not fair for them to be angry at that, to punish the scavengers for their violence with their own? Why should the scavengers ever be forgiven when they and their pups were not? And that's how you get that loop- Harm for harm over and over.

The original action has been lost in a spiral of violence for violence. And here stands Artificer- their very spirit scarred. Not just because they sought revenge, but because they never ceased trying to scratch that itch for violence as an answer. Artificer only has two paths for their story- killing the scavenger king (Someone who, really, has little to do with the original 'crime' of the scavengers, but represents an important individual to them- as did the slugpups to Artificer), locking themselves as karma one for good and spending the rest of their life chasing creatures that no longer even fight back in a warped sense of closure- or to dissolve themselves in the acids of the void sea because they're too far gone to find any real peace.

They can't meaningfully recover from that state, not alone, twisting in on themselves. Even if they halt their actions, they've been using violence as a feeble defense against their own pain- violence that no longer has any real direction or basis. Artificer gets no real closure from killing the scavenger king. All they can do is continue the cycle, or try to scrub it away. No real peace in a prison of their own making. So you have a creature, who even with a strict timer on their life- a body that will crumble to disease, spends its last bit of time on saving another. And another who was so caught up in the pain of loss that were eaten alive by their own anger, poisoned their own soul on such a deep level even self-proclaimed gods have no solution for them. What peace can they offer each other? For Hunter, its only a fleeting moment of happiness- of selfish love, before their own body fails them. A bit of indulgence in something for themself. For Artificer, its a single, comforting thread to ground them again, something tangible to protect and care about again. But thats a thread that will ultimately be snapped under the cruel indifference of the world. Hunters timer will tick down regardless of if it takes another with it. Its a tragedy- its doomed to end badly. Whatever good it offers to either of them to find each other will only provide the fleeting comfort of a band-aid that will be ripped away too early. But all that can be worth indulging in anyway, if only for the moment. It doesn't change the ending, but the ending was never going to be happy. Its can so yuri

i like him

You ever just see people talk about the Percy Jackson books and know somewhere, deep in your heart, that none of these people have understood that this is a series made for middle schoolers. And that fandom will very frequently lie to them like, all the time. No, that character probably isn’t ooc, you’re just thinking of what the fandom turned them into. No, this book isn’t a horrible stain next to the others before it, literally all of them were like this. It’s Percy Jackson. It’s cheesy and occasionally makes a very questionable writing decision.

You gotta be in this for the long haul or jump ship my guys. Be cringe and free or be gone

CLOTHING REFERENCE → GALE. UNEDITED FILES HERE ( note: Gale is difficult and you can't remove his robe to see his pants so that's why it's not here, sorry! )

My apologies to all Jax fans for calling him a loser, it'll happen again

@vapolis

I don't feel pain I never escape I'm under the bed I'm licking the floor

get him kira

also this version w/out the overlay bc i think it looks fine w/out it but yall know me. i cant resist slapping a gradient on stuff

shout out to whatever the hell these two had going on

og images from pinterest tee hee

@animangacreators challenge 22: summer 2023 ⋆ ↳ undead girl murder farce

let's make a deal you'll care for me and i'll teach you all about love

going through the wiki transcripts and finding out clem and vi support each other even more than i already thought......... god.....

they cant keep making critical role campaigns. First the Jester Sendings from c2 and now Imogen organically developing secret disaster gay feelings without her intentional involvement. Laura Bailey is clearly too powerful a conduit for her characters and if this trend keeps up the next one is simply going to manifest IRL and befriend Ronin. (remembers how Chetney was named) AH FUCK

reminder that if you're not watching Crayon Shin-chan then you are living a hollow and empty life. this is not edited. this ripped straight from the movie (Movie 8: Jungle That Invites the Storm, highly recommend for fellow Masaaki Yuasa lovers)

if you need further convincing: these monkeys run an animation sweatshop

For @sansebastinae and @boisinnot, my fellow saint seb truthers :)

+ the usual

Yayyyy finished a drawing! Haha only took me...2 weeks. I kept going back and forth on whether I could finish it tonight, and I really wasn't going to. But then I looked at the unfinished version on a different screen and was like oh? Not too bad actually?? So I finished it :) First of all, ofc, here is the process. Kinda weird seeing it for smth like this, it makes me feel like I'm the painter in rennaisance au, not Mark dhjfkf

Ah I was gonna draw a silly renaissance au comic to accompany this(read: lighten the mood), but it's 5 am and I've still not really drafted it well, so! I'd like to finish it at some point bcs I wanna draw more chibi comics, but when I finish smth, I can't help but immediately want to post it, so part 2 will have to wait. I'll show you the outline though so you can at least imagine 😭

^ So many renaissance and beyond paintings of Saint Sebastian are always the most horny thing ever. Like pre/early rennaisance, yeah he was naked and all that, but they were pretty chaste, and uhhhhh suffering?? Well the newer paintings are suffering, but in a different way, if you know what I mean.

So I feel like Mark's the type to be overly pedantic about it, and refuses to make borderline porn of a saint, I mean, god forbid, Seb!!! But then he just. Does anyways. Because he can't control his lust for Seb even when drawing him half dead. I just imagine him holding the paintbrush in a death grip like "must not be horny. Must not draw him sexy. Must make him chaste." And then he ends up with the one seen above. Seb is all smug about it. "Wow you'd wanna fuck me even while I'm all bloody and dying? 🥺"

Mark: "oh I'll make you bloody, alright."

But god so funny to imagine Seb doing all these different slutty poses, like arching his back as much as possible, the cloth nearly falling off at all times, etc etc. And Mark finally lands on this pose bcs he hopes the suffering will outweigh the horny. It doesn't. Also Seb is genuinely serious once he actually gets into the pose, focus mode on. And honestly that's even worse for Mark, bcs it's so much more arousing to see Seb in his element, focused. Tbf I think Seb could be drinking water, and Mark would still find some way to sexualize it. Don't look at his sketches!! They're just filled with Seb doing all kinds of random activities.

Also! Here is the painting I referenced this off of, must give credit where credit is due ofc

The Dying St. Sebastian by François Fabre

Also this isn't really relevant in the context of this drawing specifically. But I looked thru a bunch of Saint Sebastian paintings while trying to find one I could reference, and I came across this middle ages one that actually looks so much like boy king seb 😭 I guess it really is meant to be!

St Sebastian between St Roch and St Peter by Pietro Perugino

Lmao but do you see the difference between early rennaisance and later work???