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Forget favourite colours and aesthetics, tell me what personal thematic motifs and symbols you love using in your life?

The beautiful thing about art, is you can find meaning in anything. What I want to know, is what you find meaning in the most.

First: once you know something’s name you have power over it. This is an old, old rule. Be careful giving out your name, because if it can be given it can be taken, and you along with it.

Second: the fae love beautiful things, and they will steal what they love. Sometimes it is to keep the object of their affection pristine and unaging, unravaged by time; sometimes it is just for the sake of having it. (They don’t love in the same way we do.)

Third: a changeling is a replica created to hide a theft. Sometimes it is a fae creature fully alive and wearing a stolen face. Sometimes it is simply a bundle of branches wrapped in magic, meant to die a wasting death and leave mourners who never suspect the truth.

Last: our city was beautiful. It was known far and wide, and because of that had names spoken in many different tongues. But it was not so hard to gather them all, in the end.

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Bad: aliens that insist upon referring to human women as “feeeeemales”.

Good: aliens that insist upon dividing humans into binary categories, but the binary in question is based on something we’d regard as trivial and bizarre.

probs gonna regret this but i really need to start putting more art up online, so here's the ref for the rottmnt oc I made with my friend @nuggdoesart

plus if you wanna see the comic i made for part of their shared backstory it's right over heeyah~

After much deliberation and manic procrastinating I now present my official list of favourite charcter archetypes:

Character who does objectively good things and is on the side of good but is still an objectively terrible person

Gruff loner parent who adopts other characters and care about them deeply in their own way and it's really heartwarmingly obvious but they will never actually say it

Absolutely feral rough and tumble fighter who is misunderstood as a troublemaker, gets mad when their friends are hurt and will sacrifice themselves at the drop of a hat but would never admit it

At some point had big protagonist energy but all their friends are dead or gone and are just trying their hardest after getting in over their head but still wanting to do good in the world

Gods who literally couldn't give two shits about your problems and what humans these days are up to

Someone who has escaped a terrible situation and hated the person they were when they were in said situation and is trying to be better but has terrible self-worth and succumbs to the power of friendship™ and a well written recovery arc

Prick "I know more than you" academics who are snarky and absolute smug little shits especially to the antagonists but have a heart of gold

Antagonist that everyone but the person they "work for" knows is the one who's really in charge

Character who can and will easily kill you in 101 ways with their bare hands but will feel bad about it afterwards (bonus points if PTSD and their personality is absolute baby) That one shapeshifter who's just here to have fun, cause some chaos and prank everyone

That one shapeshifter who can transform into one (1) thing and that one thing is an absolutely fucking terrifying beast of some kind when they go Apeshit

Flirty pretty femme boy or girl who probably doesn't care about gender at all so long as they get to look fabulous and tease people they think are cute

A group of 'orphans' who findfamily in each other (feat. Intimidating but objectively good parent who has unofficially adopted everyone, older sibling child trying to take care of everyone, the chaotic dumbass, the innocent bean, the one who's having none of their bullshit, etc.)

Amnesiacs who are just trying to move on with their lives and turn over a new leaf and are honestly terrified of finding out the truth of who they were in the past

Decided to draw my take on a human John Doe (and he’s chibi because I said so >:3)

a collection of motivational insights regarding content creation and creative hobbies

and of course the classic

Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiii-!!!!!

I FINALLY finished a project I started last year (and put off for a long time because of a move, new job, and was hesitant about making the hard cover). I had so much fun typesetting and designing this one! I love how the title page specifically turned out!! Definitely one of my favorites I've done so far. And I love that I got both Eye and the Web in the design of the hard cover/end pages, with the Web hidden within.

The fic is The Unknown Watcher by arthureameslove. The fanart on the frontispiece is by @art_of_cammie on Instagram!

I stare at my one note page for my mha fic longingly, I turn to the gods of hyperfixation and plead and pray for aid in finishing this one chapter. It has been sitting in this page, 80% finished, only the ending to go for over a year now. It has been edited and rewritten to perfection, but the ending fizzles out and dies before I can write it.

“Just do it,” I tell myself, “just sit yourself down and write something, anything, it can’t hurt.”

So I do, for several days, often for hours at a time, skipping meals and procrastinating going to the bathroom until my bowels are fit to burst, getting lost in my fixation to write and finish what I started. There are people who have been waiting patiently, people an update might mean the world to who are counting on me.

After a few months of this, scattered across what few days I could spare I sit back and take in what I’ve done.

“You did it,” my beta reader says, joy picking up an edge in their voice, “you finally did it,”

“Yes,” I say, “I have planned out 3 seperate au’s for 2 different horror podcasts I listen to, made a playlist for one of them, and written 1,000 words each on two seperate voltron whump fics!”

There’s a moment I take in what I say…

Then my forehead meets the table Infront of my laptop, and I curse out the gods that be.

I like to imagine that in any atla modern au, aang still, for some reason, finds a reason to beat ozai’s ass