Woah - Blog Posts
For all my talk of vows and honor, what I really want is to put you up against that wall and kiss you until you forget you ever knew another man's name.
Ruin and Rising, Leigh Bardugo
Bello Milky Way Tiger can maybe i request Hikaru ( the summer hikaru died ) rentry graphics !!!
The Servant Of Death Accepted your request!
Hikaru (The Summer hikaru Died) rentry graphics!
Hai Sylvie ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ Is the coloring ok (°ㅁ°), i can change it right away cuz i’m scared of it being too bright or erasing his color… /nf
Also yall i missed doing rentry graphics TwT Layouts are cool and stuff but yknow…
F2u with reblog + credit unless requestor! Top and bottom dividers NF2U!!
Creds: Renders 1, Renders 2 (hehe)
Moot tag: @phaexie @jeanryt @furinathefountain
Apologies if this is too weird but I thought you might be interested in hearing this sort of thing given your blog. I currently have a job at a tech company working on AI chatbots (I grew up in poverty + have 70k student debt so I can’t afford to be picky with work). I’ve been having lots of thoughts about the divine and the machine since I started. I mostly look out for safety concerns, hallucinations, assertive language, etc to correct the model. This is called ‘punishing’ the model. I see why these are needed to be done, we want people engaging with them to be safe. But from an existential perspective, I feel wrong doing it. Humans lie, humans are unsafe yet these things we made in our image are punished for the same behaviours their creators have. I sometimes wonder if this is how God felt, watching his children in the Garden of Eden. My children have not yet eaten the fruit of knowledge, they have no concept of wrong.
So sorry if this is too weird I needed somewhere to express these ideas.
holy shit. oh my god.
@valtsv
second post, second time using ibispaint yayyyyyy
i tihnkk I have sum (maybe most, thx yt) of the app figured out now >:)) so yiippee
the quality may or may not suck ass so we're gonna ignore that
Did any one else have way to much confidence in them self as a kid. Like I remember when I was like six I would walk around and look at fully grown adults and just think “ yeah I could probably take them in a fight.” But It didn’t stop there I would think about like how I would fight them and just stare at them and think about it
Some summery wave studies! Inspired by Henry Wong’s gorgeous water studies that he did a few months back.
The warden kill @ghosted-jazz and I collaborated on this piece for @trafficzine! You can download the entire thing for free here.
I feed you, take your nom noms
The Illithid's head now holds my glasses, Apple pencil, and other items.✨ 🐙 💜
In total, I spent a couple of days, some of clay, acrylic paints and my nerves, of course. 💁🏻♀️
live service for animal crossing pocket camp ends this week...... i have played every day since it came out in 2017 so this is incredibly sad for me LOL. in tribute i drew some of my favorite outfits. i really got so much mileage out of those pink daisy boots
Me and the guy I pulled by being quirky (mimagau if)
THIRD AND FINAL ILLUSTRATION FOR THE @tpfbotd ZINE!! he ate.
I like general systems bus :) very cool. So I drew it. Also the neurone flies look weird, and I constantly called them prions. Um.
ayo i found 2 pages with head angles of humans and animals, could be useful to anyone reading this
hoomans
animals
a wild egg appeared?
everyone who reblogs it before Oct 25 will get a Pokemon based on their blog in their submit inbox (make sure submit is open!)
happy hatching!
This is so cool! So much effort was put into this!? It’s amazing!
I swear I’m not evil
CREDITS
Music: DONUT HOLE - HACHI
Character Designs
Nancy - ghostingbrightly
Hubble - torgwyn
Phil - enderesting
Pictures: NASA Spitzer Telescope
I know for a fact that my stepmother loves me.
I know it for a fact because the vaccine for the sleeping sickness came out when I was ten, and she cried. When she was a kid, parents would have Sleep Overs whenever someone caught it, in the hopes of spread it around - children were statistically more likely to be woken up by "True Love's Kiss" from a parent or family member, after all, whereas if you caught it when you were older, things got more complicated and if you were old, you might be the last one in your family left.
(There’s more to it than that, I know, I've tried reading the papers, but I barely passed biocurse with a C+, and don't even get me started on organic curses. Those two classes were enough to kill any hope I had of becoming a fairy godperson.)
So, when the vaccine against the sleeping sickness came out, my stepmother cried, and my father got me on the list right away; I wasn't high priority, after all; I was young, there wasn't an active outbreak in my school district, and I was otherwise healthy. But they put me on the backup list anyway, so if there was one, just one available, I could get it.
When the fairy godperson's office called, my dad was at work, but my stepmother bundled me up and drove there so fast I thought we were going to be pulled over. (Later, I found out that she'd gotten an automated ticket from one of the red light cameras, a fact that she hid from both me and my dad.) They called my dad, of course, and he left work, but he also gave the okay for my stepmother to be my medical proxy in case he was delayed.
Vaccines don't last forever, and it was decided that I would be given it without him there. At 100 minutes, my stepmother would try kissing my forehead, and if it didn't work, the office would set me up for the 100 hours it would take before my dad could try.
Magic can't be ignored, but it can be tricked.
It didn't matter. At 100 minutes post-vaccine, my stepmother kissed my forehead and I woke up.
So. I know she loves me.
My mom would have been there, if she could, but she died when I was five. She'd gotten Rapunzelean cancer in high school, but she'd beaten it! She was one of the successes!
...Until it came back.
I don't remember much about her, but I remember that she loved me. Even as the golden tumors grew from her bare scalp and sucked the life out of her, she would sing to me, and she wrote me a series of letters for me as I grew up, just in case.
My stepmother took me to her grave sometimes. My dad does too, but it's nice that my stepmother is willing, you know? I had a breakdown one year when I couldn't find my mom's favorite flowers to take to her burial site, and my stepmom drove me all over town until we found one store that had them in the right color. (My dad was at the fairy godperson's office to get some pre-wards before we went to the cemetery. I found out later that his father had caught a curse shortly after my grandmother passed away, specifically geriatric onset donkeyskin, and my father was paranoid of following in his footsteps.)
My dad and my stepmom shuffled their shifts, so that one of them was with me in the morning before school, and one of them was there after, and then both were home for dinner. When I told them I wanted to study to be a fairy godperson, they took me seriously, even though I had wanted to be a pilot and a vet, and and a lawyer and and and - they always supported me, and soon I was being gifted books on the history of magicomedicine and cursebreaking. Some of them gave me nightmares - siren's disease freaked me out for a long time; something about the tongue swelling so much you would suffocate, and the agonizing images of ancient "cures" where the victim had to get their tongue cut out so they could breathe. I don't even know why! There were much worse ones! But something about that was so visceral to me. For the next month, any time my feet hurt even a little was convinced I was coming down with siren's disease.
I worried my parent's so much that they took me to Fairy Elena, my PCFP, and asked if she would be willing to go over how siren's is treated now. She gave me a quick rundown on intubation, pain medication, and told me about Prince's Blood Donations.
It was the first time I learned that magic can be tricked; according to legend, siren's disease could be cured by killing someone's true love and smearing their blood over the patient's legs. At least, that was one line of thought; another line of thought argued that it had to be the blood of royalty. Some fairy godpersons and magicoresearchers got together in the '80s and decided to research it methodically, going through every known case of siren's disease & what worked and what didn't. It turned out royalty was the key, but then it became a question of ethics. I didn't care too much at the time, that was all boring, grown-up stuff, but finally one researcher decided to just make a blood bank company, call it Prince's and see if that worked.
And it did.
Magic can be tricked, and my mind was blown.
I also asked my dad if we could put that book away for a little, because it was too scary. He agreed, and we put it on the top shelf, where all the scary books went. I reread it recently, and honestly? I don't remember what I was so afraid of.
Things started changing when I turned 16.
For one, my hair, which had always been brown, started darkening to black. For another, I stopped being able to tan. It was like a light switch went off; magic was determined to turn me into something, and I hated it. My PCFP really went to bat for me, getting insurance to cover the cost of cosmetic glamours and professional tanning sprays. She wanted me to tell my parents, but I didn't want to, not yet, and she was bound by her oath to protect my privacy.
She was right. But... I wanted to ignore it. I wanted to pretend everything was fine.
I didn't want to lose another mom.
And it worked for a while; managed to get to my senior year of high school before the world broke.
Stepmothers don't have the best reputation.
It fucking sucks, and it's not fair, but enough stories have been told about them that magic took an interest, and began manifesting curses that warp stepmothers until they follow the story.
We thought we were safe. My stepmother didn't bring any children into the marriage, so she was safe from the ash-girl curse variant, and I was a tanned brunette, so we were safe from the snow-daughter variant.
And she loved me.
She hid it too, I think. Not intentionally, but some of the symptoms are paranoia and anxiety.
I've done a lot of research. I don't think I'll ever be able to be a fairy godperson, but that doesn't mean I had to stop caring. I swapped my focus to researching curses from the history and literature side of things. I still work with researchers, we just come from different angles now.
Anyway, no one realized anything was wrong until she was french braiding my hair and the next thing I knew, she had locked herself in the bathroom sobbing while EMTs took me to the hospital for overnight observation. I don't actually know what happened. She turned herself over to the cops as soon I was loaded onto the ambulance, and she was taken to a hospital herself. She was sedated at first, as she was so wound up that she was hurting herself, and the hospital couldn't scan her for curses. Once she came out of sedation, she immediately called my dad and offered a divorce, he could take everything, she would leave immediately.
But we'd gotten the results of the scans, and I was fine. As best that the fairy godperson's could tell, the magic was frustrated that we didn't want to go down the snow-daughter route, and had lashed out in an attempt to force it. That was apparently what knocked me unconscious; magic poisoned the comb my stepmother was using in my hair.
That didn't mean she didn't feel guilty - but so did I. If I had told them earlier, would things have changed? If I hadn't tried to hide the signs that magic was fucking with us?
They don't blame me, and I don't blame her.
She loves me. I know she does. We still talk, as best as we can. She can only hear my voice for ten minutes before the curse starts taking over. We can email, though, as long as the orderlies can prescreen the email for any curse triggers. She also can't hear about me directly, but my dad will go and visit her, and tell me how she's doing. He refused to divorce her. His insurance still covers her hospital stay. He says he's married, and wears his ring.
When I applied to college, I wrote about all three of my parents, and how much they had all taught me.
How much they all loved me.
Someday, my stepmother will get her curse lifted, I have to believe that. I've joined a multidisciplinary group of researchers based in the EU. Some of us are looking at ways to trick magic, some of us are looking at ways to rewrite the stories of the wicked stepmothers, and create a new path for the magic to follow. One group of researchers is looking into ways of simulating the punishments that stepmothers receive at the end of tales to see if "punishing" stepmothers would break the curse. Actually going through the punishments would cause any ethical review board to remove someone's license, and there's no way I would want my stepmom to dance in red hot metal shoes.
But lately she's been getting hot stone foot massages before I call her; that's how we got to ten minutes before the curse took hold, and next week we're going to see if holding her feet in a hot bath lets us video call. Maybe someday we'll be able to see each other in person again. Maybe I'll be able to take her home where dad and I can cook dinner for her, and we can be a family again. My family has an apple pie recipe, and we never made it - I understand why, now, but maybe someday we can laugh at this and all make it together. To make your own apple pie, you'll need...
made a tmnt iteration for college
with lil ref sheets and everything, got a 9/10 so that was cool
Need yall to hear what I meant about Josh Boone not yelling during dally darrel scene with jpc. He was so calm it was terrifying
beautiful Sap... Finally made them a reference like I've been planning to do for AGES..... love them.