"You encircle me, your essence surrounds me like an aura.. you are so beautiful that I can't even comprehend the depths of your beauty. Perfection would be a good word, but not even that cuts it.. you are divine in your goddessery. You are perfect when you smile, you are perfect when you laugh.. I will love you forever and never look back."
Just saying, you are beautiful like nothing in this world - eUë
i am thinking how much poorer, how much less colorful the world would be if art was only made by "professionals." if all the music, all the stories, all the sketches & paintings & craftwork of the world was created only by the small category of people able to make a decent living from their art. imagine if the only people allowed to create were the experts & the renowned & those aspiring to the top. what a grey world that would be. how much joy would be bleached away! i love you people who create for the sake of creating, i love you artists who do art for tiny audiences, i love you people who make things even just for one person, even just for themselves, even if no one's watching, thank you thank you thank you for decorating the world in which we all exist
Not to go off on one but I can't believe social media has just repackaged the idea that women are unstable and thick and irresponsible and bad at maths and airheaded and pretty and spend all their money on clothes and make up but because they've slapped a fake feminist buzzword on it and a woman is making the video they've made everyone think it's a new wave of female liberation, I feel like I'm going mad
“‘Your magic reached out to me until we could, well,’ I swallow, sappy and foolish with my words, ‘we could reach each other. Bazzington did this for us.’ Alright, that’s a stretch, it’s just a plushie, but I can spin this softer than I would for anyone else but him. I’ve learned a little about being soft from the bloody thing. It means something to him. I want to be kind to it.”
Of Buttons & Beans by @stillmadaboutpetra
Carry on Countdown | Day Seventeen: Fluff
This year I decided I wanted to honor the incredibly talented fic writers of this fandom, so I chose one fic per prompt to do an illustration for. I didn’t double up on authors so that I could do this for as many people as possible. I realized while planning this that there are way too many fics and authors that I love, and even after having picked 30 of what I consider some of my very favorites, I could have easily kept going. Please check the fics out if you haven’t, they all come highly recommended.
Okay now I really want to see Demersa's hadal Bibby form 🤣 like how JRPG final bosses used to go through normal form > monster form > vaguely abstract angelic form
I'm not sure what it Would look like, but for the funsies, I cooked these thematically similar bibbys, cooked em up digimon style, fun results but I wandered off pretty fast and didn't quite nail the actual assignment in my mind, I'll have to try again later,
"The light that your soul makes when you enter the room is like a fire at night, your essence flickers off the walls of my heart and I am consumed in your warmth.."
Warm me up snuggle buns, I need you under the blankets with me - eUë
Finished the 6th and final member of the old octarian squad(Kinoga, Trito, Agara, Kanu, Denchu)! Jilon is a painbrush main and a bartender who works in a quiet, tucked away joint in Inkopolis. Relatively mild-mannered and "normal"(compared to everyone else, at least). Used to be Kinoga's right hand man, preferring to observe from the sidelines. Wouldn't admit it, but he misses the old squad dearly. Friends with Spyke, who semi-frequents the bar.
One of the weirdest things that happened to Kafka here is how he was assimilated into femcel bubble.
Repeat after me: Kafka is not #female rage #coquette #female hysteria #whatever it is that tries to define genuine human experiences of an individual as a solely female experiences (and by doing so completely erasing him in the process), thus alienating actual human beings of various backgrounds from each other and preventing true human connection and understanding between them. Kafka is not "for the girlies" he is for whoever feels the heavy burden of life (and isn't that everybody?)
This insistence that deep introspection of the self, feelings of helplessness and despair is somehow universally 'female' not only excludes women who do not relate to these experiences but also those who are not women and do experience them, yet are excluded on the basis of "aestheticized" suffering where one of the main components is that you have to be a woman.
Girls, stop trying to fit Kafka into your voyeuristic 'tortured female' aethetics. Because if the experience of being a woman is what makes it especially unique for you, there are other writers (women writers) who would be a better fit for you (and for your aethetics). But also, know that you aren't the only ones (as women) who feel the despair of this world, do not make this life lonelier than it already is.