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"you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you" if you insist on treating me like a beast then you can't be shocked when i play the part

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this couldn’t be said any better

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look at him 😭

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one of the craziest dungeon meshi twists for me was watching the first few eps and getting annoyed that marcille was totally incompetent and only knew the spells “blow up” and “whine about food,” only to find out no. she’s actually a genius caster who essentially skipped all the basic spell work and went straight to magic calculus. so yeah maybe she flubs magic missile now and then but ask her to cast from an ancient resurrection tome and girlie doesn’t even break a sweat

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a very unserious idea that got out of hand ;_; i didnt mean to make it this long

(Disclaimer: pls dont lick other ppl’s wounds)

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🔪 so grab a plate, have a taste, 这口味让我陶醉! i'm still preying on a butcher's vein—

[ID: a piece of dungeon meshi fanart. on the left are five panels showing a closeup of a character's eye with the hourglass-shaped pupil of the demon: from top to bottom they are the winged lion, mithrun, thistle, marcille & laios. the background, extending to the right, is abstract veins, intestines, feathers & checkerboards. text above, lyrics from butcher vanity - flavor foley, reads:

"The slaughter's mine Oh, blood and viscera divine Preserved and primed Each muscle divvied up to dine And in the high, 我存在 Tasting 血淋淋的爱 I'll devour all of you in time" End ID.]

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World building.

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it's funny, I was talking to someone last night who didn't really know what an illustrator was. so when I introduced myself as one, he gave a speech that would've probably gone over well with a gallery artist, but which was precision-tailored to make any illustrator within a 50 mile radius go into eyes-glowing-red kill mode.

his speech was about how there is a difference between craft and art, and how people can practice craft (as in, skillfully execute a painting) without it having any artistic merit.

so I'm someone who gets paid to paint waffles for restaurant menus and dinosaurs for museums exhibits, and AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! you can't make art without it being something something you've made. does that make sense? like every illustrator I know has an individual way of approaching any given imagery that is informed by a lifetime of inspiration, and of passive intake of culture, and of the specific mistakes they make because of whatever their particular mass of grey matter deems as important thing to render or unimportant, just fuck it up.

I can make something that is informed by both a century of Canadian print-making and by my own particular neurosis, and it can also be commissioned commercial imagery that I regurgitate without care because I want to pay my mortgage. everything is art, nothing isn't art, art is something sticky and impossible to shake off of you.

anyway he got very wide-eyed and said "I'm sorry if I offended you," so today I feel a bit bad for having gotten so, uh.... excited.

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i discovered that my favorite ytp on the planet got taken down... I still think about this scene every day

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Girl help, folks are reducing Marcille's motive down to purely "saving her girlfriend" and not taking into account her fear and trauma of outliving those who she is close to

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the fact that there are white people going "omg they're just like us" about people in south, south east, south west asia and africa and south america like it's some huge revelation that we're all human is so fucking dismal to me. what do you mean you never considered the personhood of the people who don't look like you or don't have your culture? why do you think that you're unique in your suffering? why do you think you deserve praise for realizing that we're all human?