"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.
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"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.
this came to me in a dream
Hey guys I made a pride flag for when your gender is nobody else's fucking business! Check it out!
happy one year anniversary to this post getting marked as "potentially mature content" and then never leaving content review when i appealed. tumblr's own default loading graphic is considered by their own tos "potentially sexual" it seems.
@support you got any explanations for how this post got flagged? or why it never got reviewed? or what mature content might potentially be happening? believe me i am ALL ears
it's 2026 and this post is officially no longer "potentially mature" and is just "mature". so: either tumblr's own default loading graphic is now confirmed to be explicitly sexual and pornographic
or the concept of a pride flag is considered to be inappropriate for 13 year olds.
happy pride 2026. here's a pride flag for when corporate interests of a site run by dogshit transphobes, handwringing pearlclutchers, and "powerless" "allies" tell you that pride and your gender is no one else's fucking business:
”all language is approximation” believers when my autistic ass finally weaves together the exact right linguistic phrase that conveys pure information and shatters qualia as we know it
The science behind THC + alcohol as a combination is literally soo interesting because it basically causes the crimson red duckling in your body to confront the serpent in the bronze vessel of your heart. Basically you feel good because the duckling is able to eat the harmonious seeds stored within the vessel and transfer these positive energies into your body. You can have bad highs when this happens if the duckling awakens the serpent and it bites the duckling. The interesting part is when you ingest alcohol after THC because it floods the vessel and causes the serpent to fall into a deep sleep. The duckling never gets attacked by the serpent when this happens because it is unconscious and the duckling is actually able to get fat from the harmonious seed, which causes an enjoyable sensation.
You. Read Beserk.
Seems to be bunny in the trough Thursday
what if a semibiological killing machine was also a woman who just wants to try out minigolf
All three of them
Moonwatcher in the panelka
Turtle in the elektrichka
Winter in Vorkuta
(I will block anyone who writes how terrible, depressing, etc. panelki are. I'm not kidding)
insert some glados voice line from portal 2 here
art trade
There's something seriously wrong with this picture. But more on that below.
(A lazy translation of a post from my Telegram channel.)
Initially, this was supposed to be a short post about some of the characteristics of images featuring liminal pools that I noticed while working with references for my latest piece. However, it turned out to be a much more general issue in the context of my artwork, and the post quickly grew into a long one.
But first, a word about pools. A characteristic of classic (and, in my opinion, the best) images of this kind is the lack of proper water physics. Specifically, reflections are limited to the brightest areas, and caustics (glare from waves) are completely or almost completely absent. Meanwhile, examples where the artist overdoes the realistic rendering of the water look worse because they have too much visual noise. It's precisely the "purity" of the image that enhances the sense of liminality through the absence of unnecessary details and a cozy (or uncozy, depending on the taste) emptiness.
And I also use this same technique, both consciously and subtly. I won't lie, the main reason for this was laziness, and only then the desire to convey a specific image. It was quite a surprise to me that people recognized my art as something familiar: like the streets of their city, the entrances of their buildings, because in reality, I don't draw spaces that make any sense. There are no roads or trees on the streets. The buildings have no loggias or balconies. There are no entrances leading inside, and inside, there are no wiring, peeling paint, or graffiti. On art with Moonwatcher in the panelka, there isn't even a ceiling! The "bathrooms" have only tiles: no pipes, no faucets, no plumbing. None of this exists. No one lives or ever lived in these houses. These bathrooms are unusable. Even this bus, although drawn much closer to the reference, doesn't go anywhere, because outside the window there is only snow-covered tundra and abandoned houses.
Everything I depict is fake. My art doesn't reflect reality, only a dream or a memory of it.
But, as it turns out, this is enough to deceive the viewer. The picture above is a prime example of this, because I intentionally depicted something completely impossible in reality, something that a significant portion of those who saw the art simply didn't notice.
Of course, I'm talking about the meters. There are three of them, and there are only two apartments on the floor! The horror!
Just kidding. I'm talking, of course, about the window, which can't be on that wall, because there are apartments behind it, not a street. (And a little about the meters.)
Actually, it's all a lie. In fact, I live in an abandoned, liminal workers' settlement beyond the Arctic Circle. My only neighbors are a tall, white cryptid and a host of small black birds, and all my art is drawn from life.
dnE
Normally I reserve a lot of my commentary for the tags but I'm not sure if I'll have enough space. Also, I'm tired as I write this so I'm just going to hope it all coheres. There's something about these images, about the things that lack that feels like it draws me deeper into the works. It's a difficult sort of thing to quantify, which I suppose is also what is actually dragging me into writing all this out. Things really do remind me of dreams and memories the way that the background is just, off, or the surroundings aren't right, because they're not the thing in focus. I don't have very pleasant dreams most of the time, but you've captured the things that captivate me afterward, the sense of strangeness in familiarity, the sort of indescribable feeling of something lingering from that and fading out. The things I can't stop thinking about that then flee me, but leave a sort of feeling. But here, I can continue to look at them, and I do. (It's also because I really, really like the way your art looks and am trying to see if I can glean ways to improve my own painting. Jury is out on whether I've gotten any better.) But the other half is the way the really feel like those half remembered dreamscapes that stick with me so strangely afterwards. I'm endlessly intrigued, and also on a technical level they're so nice to look at, you have such a command of lighting I'm struck by it every time.
also it feels exceptionally appropriate for Lara, the way it's a daemon prince who passes very well as just a strange creature at first glance, but whose anatomy is wrong underneath? the sort of appearing as one thing with a wrongness underneath it is a wonderful parallel to these sorts of dreamlike liminal places, it's wonderful
also this probably means im in danger of being taken by small birds in my sleep and im making peace with that.
There's something seriously wrong with this picture. But more on that below.
(A lazy translation of a post from my Telegram channel.)
Initially, this was supposed to be a short post about some of the characteristics of images featuring liminal pools that I noticed while working with references for my latest piece. However, it turned out to be a much more general issue in the context of my artwork, and the post quickly grew into a long one.
But first, a word about pools. A characteristic of classic (and, in my opinion, the best) images of this kind is the lack of proper water physics. Specifically, reflections are limited to the brightest areas, and caustics (glare from waves) are completely or almost completely absent. Meanwhile, examples where the artist overdoes the realistic rendering of the water look worse because they have too much visual noise. It's precisely the "purity" of the image that enhances the sense of liminality through the absence of unnecessary details and a cozy (or uncozy, depending on the taste) emptiness.
And I also use this same technique, both consciously and subtly. I won't lie, the main reason for this was laziness, and only then the desire to convey a specific image. It was quite a surprise to me that people recognized my art as something familiar: like the streets of their city, the entrances of their buildings, because in reality, I don't draw spaces that make any sense. There are no roads or trees on the streets. The buildings have no loggias or balconies. There are no entrances leading inside, and inside, there are no wiring, peeling paint, or graffiti. On art with Moonwatcher in the panelka, there isn't even a ceiling! The "bathrooms" have only tiles: no pipes, no faucets, no plumbing. None of this exists. No one lives or ever lived in these houses. These bathrooms are unusable. Even this bus, although drawn much closer to the reference, doesn't go anywhere, because outside the window there is only snow-covered tundra and abandoned houses.
Everything I depict is fake. My art doesn't reflect reality, only a dream or a memory of it.
But, as it turns out, this is enough to deceive the viewer. The picture above is a prime example of this, because I intentionally depicted something completely impossible in reality, something that a significant portion of those who saw the art simply didn't notice.
Of course, I'm talking about the meters. There are three of them, and there are only two apartments on the floor! The horror!
Just kidding. I'm talking, of course, about the window, which can't be on that wall, because there are apartments behind it, not a street. (And a little about the meters.)
Actually, it's all a lie. In fact, I live in an abandoned, liminal workers' settlement beyond the Arctic Circle. My only neighbors are a tall, white cryptid and a host of small black birds, and all my art is drawn from life.
dnE
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such a nice girl!
Prince Turtle in the elektrichka
Moonwatcher in the panelka