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Nobody:
Absolutely no one:
My younger sister one random evening: "Hey, Grey, look, I drew your [favorite] Leo!!"
And she's showing me THIS MASTERPIECE:
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I loved it!!!｡ﾟ(TヮT)｡o○♡
My sister: Now you draw Leo, too! Right here!
So of course I had to do it!)
@sam360 I know my version will never even come close to your true art genius but I did my best, sis <3
(She drew it on her phone with her finger. Maybe I should give her a tablet next time. It's gonna be fun))
Fav Series to get to know me a little better.
Was tagged by @deaddee-anime-brownfanlady
I’m not good with writing descriptions so here’s a short list of the shows that I like.
1. What We Do in the Shadows
2. Castlevania netflix series
3. Mob Psycho 100
4. Dr Stone
5. Owl House
6. Dimension 20
7. Fionna and Cake/Adventure Time
8. Lupin the Third
9. Gravity Falls
10. Over the Garden Wall
Anyone who wants to participate in this tag is free to do so.
As for who I tag: @feralsrock @uncanniestdirge @thatgothicfairy @grapiest just for fun no pressure if you don’t want to though
I want to get into a fight with someone where we just beat the shit out of each other for no reason. No emotional strings attached, no anger or grudges, just fucking going at it.
I wasn't jazzed with the official Lower Deck-sona maker so I drew my own Star Trek OC in the Lower Decks style!
Ensign T'Shei Ryan. She was born into a near-warp society, but was raised by humans due to politically complicated reasons (I love complicated Star Trek politics lmao). She's one of those characters that I'd love to write fanfic for but there's so much freakin' lore that I'm too scared to start.
Her first name was given to her by a Vulcan researcher. It loosely means "she who screams" because she was a noisy baby, haha.
I made a miu404 quiz if anyone wants to try hehehehe
Christmas is coming! Have a logical Christmas
Here’s some Fanart I did for @revelboo
Wasn’t sure I was gonna post any of my art but this page is just too good and I love her stuff. Go check her out!!!
Shadow, we know you're not looking at the sunset.
Colouring practice because I can count with one hand how many times I've actually put in the effort to finish all my silly art, background and all (four). Also because I wanted a cute wallpaper for my laptop HAHAHA
Little comic i wanted to draw, I got a scrub thing and i tasted it cause it said it was shugar
Full comic vvv
I wish I was messin with yall lmao, it does taste really sweet but also tastes like soap, Idk it just looked like it would be yummy
✨️Spoilers below the cut✨️ (I'm looking at my one specific friend who hasn't made it to the Bad Batch yet. They do follow me 🙃)
I'm thinking about making another playlist for Tech. But this one is a funeral playlist, ya know cause no body and all but he still deserves one. Amywho I was thinking that if I make it I share the link on here but the link so others can add a song cause I think it'd be a nice community thing.
welp now asgore is this style! I dunno though it would be fun to use a pencil brush texture!
the few times that belos is hot (I’m not great with backgrounds xD)
without the background and fun lighting
I made mettaton an 80’s rockstar via redrawing ai art someone generated (image below)
It's my birthday soon and (maybe) I'll get to post my cake (if it's pretty enough (◕ᴗ◕✿)) But before I do that, (and also regardless), I am super curious;
Hello lovely people!!! 💕💕💕
So I got a bit of time and am in the middle of fighting a rather strong art block 😭
(And also I'm sick rn, I'm dying, I'm not jumping to conclusions, I'm dying, I'm dead, I died)
But as a sane person I drew this for 2 days straight in complete silence, no but fr am I a maniac for drawing in silence??? Like no music or anything, just silence, I feel like I'm not the only one. Just makes me focus better✨
Uhhhh I know I promised that this post will be fnaf related buuuutttt my husband asked nicely and no one goes before husband. Next post will most likely be tho!
So have me and my kitten whiskers dressed in Hogwarts uniforms, I loved Harry Potter ever since I was little. shame that JK Bowling is a jerk :/
Oh and bear with the background, I still suck at them 💕💕💕💕
Love you lovelies 💕💕💕
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRwb1LmU/
Secret hobby exposed!!
Here's some jumpcut footage of our airsoft match last weekend. Working with Condor plate carrier, lancer tactical magazines for a Daniel Defense MK18 AEG with Brighter C tracer unit and red/green dot sight, helmet by action army. My patch says "Rev," a recent nickname I received because of my career in seminary Student Services.
The three firebrands (and guests)- Incorrect Quotes Part 22
Avar, in the middle of the night: Do you think Lava tastes spicy
Stellan: avar. please
Avar: I’m just saying, I would like to try it
Stellan: Please don't eat Lava, Ave
Elzar: You know what, try eating it and let us know how it tastes
Elzar: It’s made of rocks, so it would probably taste dusty and bland, but maybe it’s sweet and spicy and people just say it’s dangerous so that others don’t eat it too
Avar: See Stell, El understands me
Avar: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos.
Elzar: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?
Stellan: WHY. Why did you give Avar a KNIFE?!
Elzar: I’m sorry. She said she felt unsafe.
Stellan: Now I feel unsafe!
Elzar: I’m sorry.
Elzar: ... would you like a knife?
Some bad guy, negotiating with Stellan: We have Avar Kriss. Give us ten thousand credits and she will be returned to you no more harmed than she already is
Avar: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I’m only worth ten thousand credits?
Stellan:
Avar: MAKE IT ONE MILLION–
Stellan: AVAR STOP
Okay so still have a few exams to go but TOH have 2 more episodes to go for season 2 so
Here are my crack as heck, non-serious theories from the tumblr posts I’ve seen:
oh yea spoilers:
The “titan” the witches live on is not actually a titan.
First, credit to the tumblr post that said the dead titan has 5 fingers while king has, like, not that much on his paws even though like I said I can’t find it atm but I will once I am free from stuff
Remember in edge of the world, the portal to the titan trappers were on the remains of “another beast entirely”? I’m guessing that’s from a titan.
Plus given king’s head shape, the other titan skulls, and the entire titan (?) skeleton in the titan-trapper’s place, I’d think the titan’s skull would be a bit more elongated, like with a snout or something.
So yea I’m gonna say it’s actually Wittebro’s remains enlarged after death.
Remember the titan’s pose being weirdly similar to how wittebro-post-stabbing pose is like?
Remember how Belos keeps a giant heart in his castle alive? He would have an incentive to do it if “so we can both live to see through this” in a way. Or if Phillip managed to resurrect wittebro’s heart but did not have enough magic to bring back his brother because y’know, he’s dead and is a giant fricking corpse-which is what the day of unity is for.
“But he killed his brother- why would he want to bring him back?”
Idk but he sure did that a lot to Hunter. Maybe he saw it as a way to get a better version of his brother back or something. Like a reset of some sorts.
Oh yea also Hunter could be more like, the clone of his nephew rather than wittebro. Something something witch with wittebro was pregnant in one picture but then is not in another. Maybe instead of outright killing the baby he raised him to what he wants him to be and then one day he just sorta killed him. Then he’s like “no this is my bro’s kid i need to set him right” and pulled a bunch of grimwalker shit. Which makes everything really messed up but Belos already is, so.
“Okay but isn’t the collector trapped under the titan’s bones?”
The wording was “to me who’s trapped beneath these bones”, so...
I think how it could happen is if wittebro and the collector made a deal of some sorts, like “i’ll bring you to a fun place that has maaagic but you have to play with me forever afterwards!” and then wittebro just straight up died.
I mean like, there’s a picture in philip’s mind where wittebro was approaching a figure with an eager expression, and little phillip hiding behind something. The figure could be the collector.
But then we still can’t explain why “titan’s blood” is on the “titan”, and honestly a bunch of other things, so this is like, made for fun pls have a laugh and move on, have a great day!
the oasis vs the ocean
it’s freezing in the quiet empty.
cold is comforting in its honesty;
the heat may envelope me but it only burns my skin,
its lies are all-encompassing.
yet the cold is here now,
and it is blunt, but it never hugs - it loves without a single touch.
the heat tries to love,
but it sears and scratches my bones, marking and tearing at my skin.
it smears its ash over my broken body, tears turning to steam and my gasping sobs turning into a cacophony of silence.
‘would you rather die of heat or cold?’
someone once said to me that the world will either end in fire or ice.
i know what i would prefer.
i know what i would rather feel.
numbness, hot, blazing frostbite causing slow inane hallucinations, a sick parody of the little match girl.
scathing, writhing flames licking the walls and leaning in, reeking of its victims and leering at its future prey.
i know myself well.
i hate that sometimes.
did you know that cold is not a feasible term?
cold is not its own self.
cold is simply the absence of heat.
a room filled to the brim with snow is not full,
not in the way a room full of fire is.
a room full of fire is suffocation in its most simple form,
smoke rising and smothering.
the snow is breathable, almost nonexistent,
and some animals even hide in the snow for protection in the winter.
did you know that?
the heat is a hitch in your breath, it’s a splatter of ink from a shaking hand.
it is stifling and deadly, not an embrace but a chokehold.
the heat will kill fierce, passionate, ares in his most pure form.
the cold is a ghost of a touch, a never ending inhale, a whisp of an idea.
it is a weathered blanket, holed and tattered and a false shelter in the storm.
the cold will kill gentle, quiet.
there is no glory, no fight in dying of cold.
resignation is cold, so it makes sense that cold will kill with resignation.
too little or too much?
i have always been safe in my choices.
too much will never make me empty,
too much will never leave me in the dark, blind and unknowing,
too much will never let me stay alone in blue air and white breaths and blurry vision from the saltwater streaming down my crimson cheeks and lips like shattered glass,
too much will never crack me with nothing, a void in my eyes and a thousand yard stare,
too much will never keep me deathly still in anticipation until everything seeps out of me in a realization that I only anticipate anticipation.
but even so…
too little will never send a fire through my nerves and cauterize my heart,
too little will never shatter me in a haze of red and dusty charcoal,
too little will never trace delicate fingers of ember across me and scar me in the ashes,
too little will never kill me with a glance, break me with uncertainty.
drowning is inevitable either way.
i will drown in either the oasis or the ocean,
nothing or all.
too little will never satisfy me,
but too much will only hurt me.
adventure has never been my friend,
and courage is swapped for anxiety.
my mind is not my brain,
and its thoughts aren’t my choices,
so i take the safe road,
as i always do.
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the oasis is an empty salvation.
the ocean is an empty home.
water is simply an empty.
in the end, i will die, and it will be silent.
it is on nights like these that i think i will live in the nothing until nothing is my everything.
until i know the nothing as my home.
...
i will never know fulfillment the way i know the empty.
Prompt #0.5
(Character A), a celebrity, is a big fan of (Character B), a Tumblr stan account dedicated to (Character A).
Because they suck at communication, (Character A) decides to comission fanfiction of themselves through (Character B) to talk to them.
as it should be
“Yellow is fake,” says Lilac to Oleander. “It is because I say so.”
Lilac tilts their head and keeps staring at the setting sun, squinting to see the colours. Oranges and yellows blended together and draped around the clouds like the most perfect curtains to ever exist, natural and ugly.
Fake.
“And all of the clouds must be paintings.” Oleander has never understood Lilac. Maybe they never would.
“What do you mean?” Lilac traces the sky with a gentle, steady hand, the clouds just barely shifting and twisting, gliding instead of pulling like a current in a river. Impossible, incomprehensible.
“Why are black and white not colors, but yellow is?” Lilac questions. Lilac has an awful lot of questions. They’ve always been curious. Not so much that they never look before they leap, but just enough to look over the edge and decide it isn’t that far of a drop.
That doesn’t mean that they would be right, however.
Oleander has always been the kind of person to never leap in the first place, let alone look. The varying perspectives is exciting the main diffference between the two.
Oleander responds, “Because black and white aren’t part of the rainbow.”
Lilac furrows their brow. “But we’re just humans. If we were mantis shrimp, and we had sixteen color receptors, then maybe black and white would be colors in the rainbow.”
Lilac gestures at all the fake colour. It dances around in streaks, brush strokes painting lines stolen right off the rainbow. “Why are we allowed to judge that if we can’t know for sure? Why can’t I declare that yellow is fake, like black and white?”
“Because we want labels.” Oleander is becoming annoyed. “We want labels, because we want to have purpose and meaning. We want to be defined. Purpose is having a place, a contribution to something. That gives us purpose, or whatever we think is purpose anyways.
“We all want purpose, because without it we don’t have meaning.”
“But why can’t we have no labels and still have meaning and purpose?” Lilac runs a hand through their hair, squeezing their eyes shut and staring at the yellows in the backs of their eyelids instead. Comforting fireworks of golden sparks, raining down in waves. An ocean of fiery yellow. It’s fake. “Labels don’t indicate worth. Labels aren’t a purpose. They’re a box. People can’t fit in boxes. I mean, I haven’t ever tried, but I don’t think the shapes would match up.”
Oleander may never understand Lilac, but they will always listen, in case one day, they find an answer in the horde of never-ending questions. In case one day, Oleander figures out why Lilac keeps them up all night when they’re not even there.
In case one day, Oleander won’t have to strike through their thoughts anymore.
“Because boxes are comforting. They’re a safe place. A shelter. And people aren’t always comfortable in their own selves, so sometimes they’ll put themselves in shelters. They’ll make a home in a label because they can’t find one in their own mind.” The words are spilling out of their mouth, clumps and pieces jumbling together. “They don’t feel comfortable with who they are, so they try to make themselves someone they like because they think that they’ll be comfortable with someone else. With a cliché.”
The words stop flowing. They drift off instead, and Oleander tries to catch them, tries to fit them in their fists. It barely works. They only snatch a single sentence. “But they never are.”
It’s a grey sentence, Oleander knows. Shiny silvery grey, colourless. It’s a truthful group of words, honest. Nothing is really black and white. Black and white sentences aren’t lies, really, but they’re always mistaken.
Grey is the only honest colour.
Oleander wonders what the least honest colour is. They think that maybe, just maybe, it might be yellow.
Lilac thinks that Oleander is right. Lilac also thinks that when they look up and open their eyes, all they can see looks like paint on the water, and their focus shifts once more.
“Crystal clear water,” they murmur. “And acrylic.”
Oleander is not following. “What?”
“The clouds,” Lilac explains. They’ve got a sleepy look on their face, and eyes like stars. “I’ve decided they’re paint on water. They can’t be real.”
Oleander wishes they could be Lilac, and see the world as simple as they do.
Just for a second.
A single, sweet second of understanding.
Oleander think about the comparisons of the both of them frequently. It’s glaringly obvious that they contrast each other greatly. One might even say that they complimented each other well.
Lilac smiles slow, small, and sweet, and Oleander doesn’t smile much at all anymore. Lilac is fantastical and creative. Oleander doesn’t even like anything other than non-fiction. Lilac always has an idea. Oleander can’t remember the last time they thought of something new, original.
Oleander wants to contribute to something. Maybe Oleander needs meaning as well.
“Maybe oil pastels on acrylic,” Oleander offers.
Lilac stretches their arms out on the grass below them, digging their fingers in the warm dirt and getting it under their nails. Wet earth stains their hands, but they don’t care. “On a canvas,” they add quietly.
Lilac feels like they could just melt into the ground, close their eyes again without looking once at the explosions of fake colours, and just fall.
Fall intangible through the core of the world, and through the other side.
Maybe even fall through China instead of digging their way there.
Fall into the sky.
Fall asleep.
And they do.
Oleander goes on to stare at the moon. And the clouds go on to being oil pastels on acrylic, and yellow goes on being fake.
Everything is wrong.
As it should be.
@syds-room there are darker shades 😭😭
Anyways this was difficult lowkey and I have long hair so I just did it straightened so ya her is kinda what I look like in theory
I have no mutuals and but I do have followers so if anybody wants to try I’d go for it lol!
another tag game!!!
make yourself in this picrew and tag your friends !! <3
@gxldendream @cakieinnit @gh0st1e3
So yeah, playlists
Since I kinda think I'm posting too much playlists for an art blog I decided to make abother blog for fun called @playlistadventure
So for those who just follow or see my posts for playlists, you should just go to the other blog and maybe suggest me what playlists I should do and what songs to listen to!
Music Theory and Dream Moons
Quick Prospit or Derse Dreamer Test:
Which song do you prefer?
SBURB OST by The Homestuck Fan Musicians
SBURB OST by The Homestuck Fan Musicians
"Lulling Lutescent" = Prospit Dreamer "Lavender Lullaby" = Derse Dreamer
Elaborated hypothesis involving music theory:
Prospit Dreamers generally gravitate toward music with major tonality, which has a lighter, happier, airy feel.
Derse Dreamers generally gravitate toward music with minor tonality, which has a darker, melancholic, heavier feel.
"Lulling Lutescent" is an example of major tonality, while "Lavender Lullaby" is in minor.
The Guild: puts a bounty on the weretiger’s head
Atsushi:
