velvetandviscera

pfp from ziwik art ghoul maker picture

[scutesketch]

YOUR ART ON TUMBLR IS BEING USED TO TRAIN AI!

The setting that prevents your work being used to train AI models is turned off by default! I had no idea about this until now! Artists, go to your settings, click “visibility”, and turn on this setting! Protect your work!

[puppy-want-a-break]

Death shouldn't be permanent. I should be able to have my bloated corpse wash up on the shore, wake up and go home. For therapeutic reasons

[mayahart]

THE GOOD PLACE (2016—2020) cr. Michael Schur

[piornik]

I love the uesp wiki

[haunthid]

art as a hobby is great because I can just draw whatever the hell I want Spinosaurus mirabilis

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

im about 5 fucking seconds from putting the peeps in the chili pot and adding the m'n'ms.

[didanagy]

FANTASIA (1940)

dir. ben sharpsteen, david hand, hamilton luske, wilfred jackson

[chartnumber3]

there should be an option for those who cannot or will not be willing to participate in society. society should be a thing you opt-in for, for those who are insane enough to participate . leave me out of this completely and entirely

[depsidase]

[closeted-skelet0n]

The Good Place Tangled au where Tahani is Rapunzel and Eleanor is Flynn Rider is this anything

[thereisselfpreservation]

I'm seeing warnings about scammers trying to commission artists but the "reference sheet" for their character they want commissioned isn't an image but a .vbs file ("visual basic script"), and will run a script when you open it, probably to yoink your account(s), but I haven't seen this from anyone who's actually clicked it yet. Just be careful and never open a file like that, 'cause people suck.

[thereisselfpreservation]

For reference (heh)

At a glance, file name checks out. But!! Do not open a .vbs file!!!

[velvetandviscera]

I wish I were a bird or a fairy, I'd never have to deal with all this shit.

[no-lava]

to me as a disabled housebound bedbound person the amazing digital circus is a chronic illness and disability story.

i broke down crying and had to pause the episode when Zooble said "But I had dreams and goals! This just sucks" because FUCKING SAME.

but sometimes people lose their place in the world. their dreams and goals are inaccessible. their bodies become unrecognizable. their personalities and emotions become unrecognizable. they deny reality, reject companionship. they dissociate from their lives and past selves. they lose the ability to be a part of the larger world and do the things they used to do and live the lives they always lived.

I dont think they will leave the circus and i hope they wont because i dont want a cure story.

sometimes you lose your life and you just have to figure out how to keep living afterwards.

and at least having someone else there makes it bearable. as long as you have other people, you can keep living even if your life is over.

[enoua5]

[ID: On August 18, 2024, paradox-emo-bunny asked gooseworx, "What's a message you want people to take away from TADC?". Gooseworx responded, "That there's meaning to be found in a stagnant life." /End ID]

[tekoi-khajay]

As a child, I believed my "calling" was to delve into secrets, to study the strange, the eerie, the forbidden. I dreamed of finding a magical grimoire in the library that would open a different, true world to me. With the grimoire's help, I would begin to lead my true, better life. Simply put, I dreamed of being a dark sorcerer.

But at 15 or 16, I realized there was no magic, no true world, my fate was to spend my entire life in this gray gloom that other people call "reality." Then a part of me... no, it didn't die, but it fell into some kind of feverish, unhealthy sleep.

I no longer had a meaning in life. Why live if magic doesn't exist? For what purpose? I understand that this is how most people live – they die at 15-25, and then simply rot away alive until they're 70-75. Human life is just a gray routine for survival. Well, I'm alive, I've survived. But was it worth it?

There's nothing here worth living for. For pleasure? All the activities I've tried quickly become boring, and pleasures never clicked for me. For my loved ones? Could I really choose my own meaning, instead of being a free add-on to other people, who are essentially strangers?

I feel like a psyker born in a world without the warp. A natural singer in a world without sound waves. A three-dimensional being in a two-dimensional space. A crazed ghost in limbo with crippled physics—a hollow imitation of the true real world.

[tekoi-khajay]

The absence of magic is the yearning of my entire existence. The main reason I want to die in this world, to be reborn in one that suits me better. "Follow your dreams!" they say. "Don't indulge in empty fantasies!" they repeat immediately. But what if my greatest dream really is just an empty fantasy?

My only dream is to gain magical powers and quietly do my sorcery in a cabin in the woods. It sounds ridiculous and childish, but it's the only thing I want to do, the only thing I'm deeply drawn to. I don't want to be a top manager, a code monkey, an astronaut, a salesman, a president, or an artist. My brief attempts at magic (unsuccessful, since I'm writing this) were the only thing that ever sparked my interest in life.

At the same time, I don't want to be a charlatan engaged in moral prostitution. I don't want to do any Tarot readings over Skype, rolling my eyes wildly. I don't want to heal some little shit-generator's warts with potatoes, or old crones's high blood pressure with whispered charms. I don't want to bewitch the local boozehounds for the village hens, and I don't want to charm the boozehounds out of their drunkenness. My sorcery should be mine alone and only for me.

I'm not crazy enough to believe in my own abilities, so nothing fucking works. What could possibly replace my barren daydreaming? What should I replace my fantasies with? Ah, something real? And what real alternative is there to these sorcerous pursuits? Ah, invent something else? For over 30 years, I've been searching for meaning in my empty life, but without fulfilling my fantasies, I can't find it.

I often dream that I'm in a fantasy world, either studying at a school of sorcery or working in the Mages Guild. This feeling of my own power, when I cast a shield or a fireball... I wake up in this dreary world and don't want to live.

[qsnd]

sometimes i think, "what if it was anxiety all along? maybe i'm scared that people might judge me?"

but then again, i don't have thoughts like "they will think i'm strange/embarrassing/bad" or "they're much better than me, i'm no match to them," etc.

what makes me avoid people is the feeling of losing something that belongs to me. those are my favourite books and movies, my stories and ideas, my thoughts. it feels like other people don't have the right to react to them in a way that's not "approved" by me: with no emotions or feedback, be it positive or negative

maybe it's because when people give their reaction, it feels like they take something that's mine (my feelings towards something) and try to "rewrite" it. and because my worldview, needs and preferences are constantly shifting based on the people around me, i temporarily lose connection with "myself"

when other people have me on their mind, i can't be alone, can't be full – they borrow a part of me, chew on it and misshape it. the thing they stole will never be in the form it used to have when they spit it back, but i will have to accept it and pretend as if nothing happened

to be honest, sometimes i think that i'm all the people in the world and they're me. our thoughts are mixing together, we're like open books for each other, like bodies without skin. we mash together, and this feels sickening

[megarectum]

The Divided Self | R.D. Laing, 1960