Humans Are Adorable.

this too shall pass

dear artists, especially those who consider themselves beginners

please, PLEASE don't throw away/burn/delete your works. please.

I know you feel like it sucks. i know you think it's hideous, or weird, or bad, or not enough. i know you probably wanted it to come out different. i know, i know how upset and disappointed it makes you feel, but PLEASE. don't throw it away. if you feel like you need to hide it, do it. put it in a box somewhere, or hide the sketchbook behind your bed, or keep a separate folder for all your "bad" artworks. I promise you that you'll benefit from revisiting it.

i know how you feel because i am a self-taught artist who's been drawing since childhood. and, unfortunately, i have destroyed a massive amount of my art just because i felt like it was worthless and ugly. now, when i'm an adult, i regret this so, so much because i have lost not only the ability to see my progress, but also the memories that came with my art. and it's especially important for me because i struggle with memory issues and this only worsens my ability to recall my past, but it's a topic for another day.

just please, trust me on this one. whether it's a few months from now, a year or even ten years, someday you'll want to see how your art has developed and grown. and i promise you that your works will not seem horrible to you. they will be valuable. keep them, i promise it's going to be worth it

Rose O'Neill knew what was up

I decided to quickly add some textures to a 3D "sketch" (I don't know what else to call it ) I started a few months ago as a test for a new potential figure idea

Fitting for the wolf moon and werewolf wednesday :)

"was it dishes again" Yes

Being devoted to Lord Lucifer is like having a personal wise little wizard that drops supreme nuggets of wisdom at the most random ass times

me, shifting between consciousness and sleep at 3am in the morning: ggghgh wwwhatt

Lucifer: The prevalence of individualist culture present in the western world is the manifestation of predatory mental manipulation tactics that seek to achieve the mental and physical bondage of the soul for the purpose of total domination. The most significant ability of the human race which has kept it from extinction all this time, is the innate primal ability to cry for help.

me: ghhghh facts bro

There was a mermaid who had chosen to go onto land, who had given up her tail for legs, her fangs for square teeth, her feathery gills for pretty pink lungs. And she grew to regret it. She had fallen in love with a mortal man, and found him to be nothing but a fool.

She hadn't realized how diffenet her new body was. She knew she would have legs, she prepared for that, but she didn't prepare to really be a human woman. Her silver scales were now replaced with pale skin, which seemed so weak and easy to hurt to her, she felt flayed alive. She wasn't prepared to wear clothing on her body, which felt like being trapped in a net. And not to mention how slowly she moved, how strange and disturbing it was to not be able to swim miles and miles whenever she needed to, she was trapped in one little peice of the world.

Not to mention, she had to eat human food now, which was set on fire before it was served to her, and it was sometimes made of plants. She wanted to vomit just thinking about it, but her new body needed it to live, and she cried through every meal. And just as bad where her new reproductive organs, that were so much more complex, and bled for her constantly, and made it feel like she was always wounded.

The worst thing about her reproductive organs was how her husband treated them. She had fallen in love with him from the sea, watching him and knowing so little about his kind or his disposition. He wanted to mate nearly every night, but wanted no hatchinglings to come from it. And human mating itself was disgusting to her, instead of just laying eggs for him he'd somehow be inside her. She didn't want to imagine the details. She made excuses to keep him away, but she knew some day she would run out, and wept knowing it would happen.

Her husband was a strange human. She thought he was a prince when she watched him from the water but he had a diffrent title as a duke of some sort, bowing to a king on a different continent. She had seen him in uniform and thought him a hero, slaying dragons and orcs and devils and harpies and goblins and witches. But all the dragons and harpies had fled to the skies, and the goblins and orcs deep underground, and the devils and witches had gone into hiding. She saw him set fire to a witch once, she wasn't sure she was a witch though, but it wasn't brave, all she did was cry, he didn't fight her at all.

All her husband's wars were with other humans. Sometimes humans with diffrent flags who seemed the same as them. Sometimes humans who had been on the land longer then him, who his armies pushed further and further from the coast. Sometimes his own subjects, weeping and broken masses, people he hurt, those were the wars he won the most. She wanted to help him just to be with him, but she learned human women weren't allowed to fight. So when he was at war he was away, and when he wasn't all he talked about was war, and money, and the awful things he wanted to do with her.

She expected to be his wife in a way she wasn't. She learned human wives were treated like children to their husbands, that they had to obey them, that he could yell and her and hurt her just like he did his servents. She learned he was able to yell at his servents, she was allowed to too but she didn't. She learned things she had to do, she had to become civilized, whatever it meant to be civilized. She wasn't allowed to go outside the palace, not alone. And she wasn't allowed to pray to the gods of the deep, she had to pray to the one god of the humans, a bleeding god on a torture device, a sad god, a weak god.

There was one final night when her husband tried to force her to mate with him, more forcefully then he ever had before. He hit her. And though she didn't have fangs anymore she bit him so hard he bled. He tried to restrain her, to undress her, to undress himself. She ripped off the part of his body he tried to pit inside her. And she thought it so strange, how blood looks on land, flowing to the bottom as opposed to floating away.

She walked to the water after that. And slowly walked in, losing herself in the waves. Some people think she became a mermaid again, and that she's safe in her kingdom in the deep. But others think she walked into the water knowing she'd stay a human, and let the ocean filling her lungs set her free.

trying to get a friend into metal but I wanted to make sure he had all the context, so we're on rock right now and if things go well he might have copper soon. but it's not looking good.

also i really wanna make a shitty pokemon romhack or something where like its just a regular pokemon game but if you go to some random corner of the map you can encounter "just a regular fucking coelacanth" and its like some shitty compressed jpg of a coelacanth and it has three useless moves that dont do shit but also one called "outlast" where an animation plays where the day night cycle passes really fast over and over, time is flying by, your pokemon levels up and evolves until it hits level 100 then it dies. You black out, because the move killed your whole party. When you wake up, you're in the ruins of a pokecenter. There's no one around, holes in the walls and ceiling. You step outside. A vast, dead desert surround you. There is no more life. Everything is dead. You wander, the only one left to witness what time has become. As you wander, your curiosity and terror brings you to where you found the coelacanth. You find it. It's still here, still the same as it was. Just you and coelacanth, nothing else. You can interact with the fish: "the regular coelacanth is still here. coelacanth will always be here". Nothing else remains. Just you and coelacanth. Until you die. But you know that coelacanth will still be here. Your existance is nothing but a blip to coelacanth. And that's all you have. Just you and coelacanth.

people NEED to stop gatekeeping making music like ohhhh i don’t have an instrument ohhhhh i don’t know music theory ohhhhh i’m not gonna pay for some program. SHUT UP. take my hand.

you need NONE of that shit!!!!! there’s a website called beepbox.co. literally all you have to do is press things until it sounds a modicum of nice. it’s easy it’s free and it works on anything which has a browser because it’s a website.

if even ONE person starts making music bc of this post it will be worth it.

making bad music is just as important and okay as it is to write badly or draw badly or sing badly. you AREN’T BEHOLDEN TO MAKE GOOD MUSIC. making music is not utilitarian HAVE FUN. HAVE FUN!!!!!!!!!