mychickendickkk
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O this my father died
When ppl ask me what was my childhood anime I pull this scary one
Don’t get fooled but these cute scenes it is one of the most traumatic thing I’ve ever seen
No wonder I turned out like this
I’m thinking of opening art requests. I’ve never done this before, and I’m still growing as an artist, but I’d love to give it a try. I’m especially into fandoms like Formula 1, Castlevania, and Devil May Cry, but I’m open to other ideas too!
Being hated by both your parents is a different kind of torture
Still not done but I couldn’t wait any longer
Hey, I happened to see your post about music and I really related to it!
Music has always been a huge part of my life. My family is very musical, but it went deeper for my sister and me. The stories that songs can tell are just so enthralling for me. I also like to make my own stories for songs, even if it's different from the intended one. When I discovered concept albums, I felt like an early human discovering fire lol
I wanted to ask if you could share some of your favorite musicians or albums! I realize that you said in the post that you tend to say popular ones when people ask, but maybe you'd make an exception for a fellow music lover? Lol
As a bit of a peace offering, there's this musician I love that maybe you'd enjoy as well! Her name is Agnes Obel, and her music is magical. Maybe try her Philharmonics album first, though all her music is great. It's not a concept album, but each song is wonderful.
If you have any favorite concept albums, you could share them too! I think my top one right now is Hawaii: Part II by Miracle Musical. Though, my story for the album is different from the intended one.
I hope you enjoy 'em!
Hiiiii! I hope you’re doing well, and thank you for sharing your favorite albums!
I actually grew up in a musical family. By that, I mean they loved music religiously. My parents even planned my birthday so it would match my mom’s favorite singer’s birthday, aka her teenage singer crush. Needless to say, my music taste has been deeply shaped by their CD collections and my aunt’s playlists. It honestly felt like my family was on a mission to raise us right, and that meant we had to know who the greats were.
I’ve actually listened to Agnes Obel. Broken Sleep, Fuel to Fire, and Familiar are forever favorites of mine.
Of course, I’d love to share some of my all-time favorite bodies of work. These are albums I feel could really resonate with whatever story you want to tell. I truly believe each story has its song.
Pre-Code Hollywood by Jonathan Bree is one hell of an album. I’m not great at describing genres and all that, but I can tell you this: it’ll make you feel eerie and nostalgic, but not in a typical way.
Saudade by Thievery Corporation. If I had to sum it up in two words: French Bossa Nova.
BetterOffDead by Flatbush ZOMBiES. It’s a rap album, but not your typical one. For me, it felt like reading a book. The lyricism is brilliant, and the flows make you want to burn things down. A true masterpiece.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I did, and I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Unfinished study of Ayami Kojima
I worshiped the myth I made of myself
Through the events of Lazarus Episode 2, we learn quite a bit more about Axel's personality. Not only is breaking out of prison his hobby, but he loves the thrill of a good shootout. Who exactly is this guy?
READ: https://doublesama.com/lazarus-episode-2/
i dont go here but hes a barbie girl
Ooh, I LOVE ur idea of the whole entropic eruption thingy. I think its a cooler way to get to know a writer person! If this is a requestable thing, can u write an entropic eruption thing with the following prompt in mind? 'The whimsical world of imagination and the fine line between creativity and madness.'? I'm not insane, I swear LMAO I saw the quote in a book- Ngl, I'm actually really curious on how u would do this.
A Circus of Duality
A/N: Wow, I did not think I would ever get a request for an Entropic Eruption. Thank you so much! Your prompt was incredibly entertaining to work with. I hope you enjoy! Author(s): Connor Dean (With help from Fabian Casimir). Genre: Personal prose/rant hybrid. Warnings: Mentions of madness and mental illness. Word count: 740.
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In my twenty-one years of life, one thing I have noted is that there are two main types of humans. Those who are predictable, at least somewhat, and those who simply aren't. Most of us fall on the former end of the spectrum... but certain special people fall on the latter. We can try to study these people as much as we please, but we will never truly grasp who they were. It's the sole reason I dislike English teachers in school who pretend to understand the reasons that late authors write the way they do. It frustrates me to no end.
Quite obviously, I too pale in comparison to those on the latter end of the spectrum. I am able to write music, but I cannot go further than that little tip of this vast iceberg. However, I happen to be fortunate, for my partner in life happens to be an incredible lyricist, coming up with poetic rhyming verses on the whim like the jovial trickster he is. Paired with his own ability to create a tune from nothing, he was able to give me some perspective, at least, a little.
A concept all of us were likely taught in school is that here exists a world of imagination. In my opinion, it is a realm where the boundaries between genius and madness blur like watercolours on a canvas, forming something beautiful if not terrifying. Whenever I found myself gazing upon a particular painting or studying sheet music, I often feel a tremor of unease creep through me. Humans... are so simple yet so very complex. But even so, a regular human cannot simply write a piece like Polonaises Op. 40 as Chopin did so expertly. Chopin isn't the only example. Take Nikolai Gogol, the Russian/Ukrainian literary genius, whose tales often dipped into the surreal and the absurd. Gogol's characters danced through the pages, their quirks and eccentricities mirroring the author's own struggles with identity and societal norms. Was he merely a storyteller, or did he glimpse the shadows of madness in the corners of his imagination? His writing and the circumstances of his death, while tragic, lead me to believe the latter. Then there's Michelangelo Buonarroti, the sculptor and painter whose hands breathed life into blocks of marble. His masterpieces, born from a trance-like state of artistic fervour, transformed stone into flesh and form. The divine madness that possessed Michelangelo compelled him to chisel away at the barriers between imagination and reality, creating sculptures that seemed to defy the limits of human capability. Did he see visions in the stone, or was the stone itself whispering secrets to his restless mind? This is purely speculation, but I personally believe he suffered from OCD and was somewhere on the autism spectrum, perhaps even being minorly schizophrenic. Of course, this theory was brought about through studying his life, so it could very well be false.
In exploring the lives of these artists, one cannot help but wonder, is there a fine line between creativity and madness, or are they two sides of the same enigmatic coin? The human psyche, a labyrinth of thoughts and emotions, becomes a playground for artistic expression. It's a realm where the rules of reality bend and twist, allowing the mind to dance on the fringes of sanity. Perhaps it is in that dance that true creativity is born.
Imagination beckons us all, tempting us to traverse its uncharted landscapes. Many of you readers who have art or writing blogs know exactly what I'm talking about. It is a world where the mundane is transformed into the extraordinary, where the limits of reality are tested and stretched. Yet, in embracing this realm of boundless creativity, one must tread carefully, acknowledging the fragility of the human mind. Vincent Van Gogh once said, "I put my heart and my soul into my work, and lost my mind in the process.”
So, as we celebrate the genius of those who dared to dance on the tightrope between creativity and madness, let us also recognize the inherent vulnerability of the human spirit. For in that vulnerability lies the essence of artistic brilliance, a delicate balance between chaos and creation, where the most profound truths are often found in the shadows of the whimsical world of imagination.
To all creators reading this, whether you are artists, musicians, writers et cetera, I am proud of all of you. You are my inspirations.
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here is a little anecdote about Michelangelo Buonarroti, one time after refusing to a father to take his son as an apprentice, the father hear himself responding : "If only you saw him, you wouldn't just want him in your atelier, but you would want to bed him too"
and to that Buonarroti, plainly responds : " Je renonce à cette consolation et ne veux pas la lui enlever ".
which doesn't say whether he accepted it or not, but he leaves it up to the young aspiring apprentice to decide. Angelo the tumblrina that you are.
Im sorry but it is so funny how people outside of tumblr view us. Like why are the tiktokers treating tumblr like some professional ass website you need to do extensive prep before you begin posting on. And the follower farming advice is so fucking funny to me when this is the website where people actively hate getting new followers
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The Artist's Way page 42
“Censor, who resides in our (left) brain and keeps up a constant stream of subversive remarks that are often disguised as the truth. The Censor says wonderful things like: “You call that writing? What a joke. You can’t even punctuate. If you haven’t done it by now you never will. You can’t even spell. What makes you think you can be creative?” And on and on.”
“Make this a rule: always remember that your Censor’s negative opinions are not the truth. This takes practice. By spilling out of bed and straight onto the page every morning, you learn to evade the Censor. Because there is no wrong way to write the morning pages, the Censor’s opinion doesn’t count. Let your Censor rattle on. (And it will.) Just keep your hand moving across the page. Write down the Censor’s thoughts if you want to. Note how it loves to aim for your creative jugular.”
Excerpt From The Artist's Way Julia Cameron
Each word feels like a slap to my face. As I struggle to reclaim my creativity, these morning pages seem like a sanctuary a space where I can/will create and express myself without judgment. I love how Julia conceptualises negative thoughts as an actual organ, the Censor, something separate from me, rather than me spiralling through madness. It makes me feel more at ease with my creative process moving forward.
An old unfinished piece that I worked on last summer anywho quite ugly
I wrote this while on a plane:
On this Day, I reached the stars.
On this Day, my face was nothing but glued to the window of my seat.
On this Day, I did nothing but envy those stupid birds, free the sky.
It's pitch dark outside, you can't see (shit), yet I could see All of the lights.
On this Day, I flew continents, some were in peace, and many were in wars.
Ever since I was young, I would always look up to the stars,
Tonight I am one of them.
11/22/2024
I believe I have the best taste in music, simply because most of my all time favourite songs and albums were randomly recommended by YouTube.
and I always gatekeep my albums, so whenever ppl ask me about my favourite albums I just go on with the respectful mainstream ones but I will never truly share my actual favs, solely because it’s an intimate experience because it’s not just an album or a song to me it is a whole experience, as someone who doesn’t drink nor does substance it’s very hard to always be conscious all the times, yet I managed to have a few selection of albums and songs that get me in euphoric and floating states and for me thats what great music is supposed to make you feel not hurting nor pained nor happy nor excited, great music should make you feel drunken.
Came back to my hometown just to visit my parents, and then I entered my childhood room and found this ...
My mother told me that i had forgotten about the book during my last trip, and she thought it be best if she put it up there.
I canttt