Day 40 - “Poisson D'Avril”, As The French Say

weirdest art trick i have is that sketching limbs is easier and neater if you slice em at the joints instead of using those little circles

A fight we can win together

Hello, Tumblr. It’s Casey and Bri, founders of Unvale. We’re reaching out to those who are as frustrated about generative AI as we are. Right now, it feels like we’re in a battle of technology against creatives. A battle of greed against humanity.

As the founders of Unvale, a creative platform that’s 100% AI-free, it has been disheartening to see the rise of AI online. Our team stands opposed to every AI tech company that is trying to remove creatives from the creative process. Big social platforms are already ingesting your content, your voice, and your likeness, building a model that will take opportunities away from real people. It’s disgusting, and it should be illegal. We have to push back. The platform we are building is already home to over 200,000 aspiring artists, writers, and creatives looking to develop their stories and share their work. We believe that the future of creativity should remain human-made, and we want to give anyone passionate about an idea a shot at creating something spectacular. AI is the cheap, quick win. We know that building something meaningful takes time and effort, but it’s also immensely rewarding. Like creatives, we believe in the power of human creativity.

Right now, Unvale could use your help. If you believe in our anti-AI message, please consider:

Spreading our message. If you already love Unvale or just resonate with what we’re saying, please share our platform with others. We are a platform for humans, and we need humans to advocate for us, not bots.

Joining our platform. It’s free to sign-up, and it’s a great site to slowly build your characters, your worlds, and your amazing stories in an AI-free space with big potential.

Never stop creating. We need flawed, genuine, thoughtfully-crafted art in our world. It’s the only way we make new things. We need it to let the next generation know that creatives aren’t going anywhere.

We grew up spending most of our time in human-made, fantastical worlds, from Star Wars to D&D campaigns. We know how escaping into these worlds can literally save you. And we’re not going to let AI win without a fight.

This is a fight we can win together. 

Written, not generated, by,

Casey and Bri https://unvale.io

I'm pretty sure that we never get a canon explanation of how Nightmare gained his castle. I've already explored multiple possibilities with that in the past, but writing my most recent fic I was thinking: what if it's just an extension of his corruption, like the tentacles?

Imagine, overtime he managed to accumulate more and more. So the castle started off as just a throne, then it became a room, then corridors and rooms started being added.

Being made of corruption, the Castle is arguably as alive as Nightmare himself. And it probably equally needs to feed, which gives Nightmare an ulterior reason for wanting henchmen and for why most don't last long in there.

The Castle is a malicious entity just as much as Nightmare is. It's vindictive. It twists and shapes its insides like it's most convenient to it. It has eyes and ears everywhere, but that doesn't mean that it always snitches to Nightmare. It's not a beast that Nightmare controls after all, it considers itself on the same level as the god. It only tends to aid Nightmare because he's the one bringing it food. But it could be interesting if, at some point, it starts working on selecting certain people to keep forever so that it can grow independent and kick Nightmare out. After all, I highly doubt that two incarnations of the same corruption would like to share a space forever.

I imagine that, someone like Killer who's grown so used to reading all of Nightmare's micro-movements would probably study the Castle with just as much attention. That could explain how he was able to sneak around with Color behind Nightmare's back. He probably knew how to get on the Castle's good side.

Although, I do think that the Castle's favorite resident would likely be Dust. He has nowhere else to be, no one waiting for him, and he's filled to the brim with negativity. That's an ideal candidate for a permanent stay.

Funnily enough, I think Nightmare himself would be the Castle's least favorite resident. He's unfortunately just very useful.

The first image is a reference I found on Pinterest, I'm not sure who the original artist is. But if anyone does know, comment the original artist, or original artist comment yourself and let me know, so proper credit can be given.

Below that is my own drawing and I'll sign my art with 'HPT' for 'Hot-Pink Tsunami' or part of my username initials 'ATW'. This is the first thing going up I guess.-

Week 8 - Waking Up Dead

Creator: me :)

word count: 478

notes: Implied character death.

Basically, sometimes Cross has dreams that he’s living in a past timeline, and wakes up after he died in that timeline, and he’s unsure of his reality for a moment.

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He gasped, sitting up straight as he started at the empty training room.

He remembered taking a seat, just for a rest, but he must have fallen asleep.

“Damn it,” Cross groaned, trying to stand up. “I forgot to stretch.” He was sore. 

But that was just a distraction. A distraction from the countless lives he just witnessed. Memories he didn’t experience. Times he never lived. Moments he never saw. 

Deaths he never really felt.

How many timelines were there? At least ten… right?

Each time… he was overwritten. Sometimes painlessly, suddenly, without his knowledge. Other times though… not so much.

He was not hurt. He didn’t feel pain, but dream-Cross didn’t know that. Dream-Cross felt that pain. Felt that fear. Saw the blood. Witnessed the death. Faded into nothing. 

Even when he woke up, completely physically fine, everything within him was screaming something was wrong. Something wasn’t functioning. Something shouldn’t be.

He shouldn’t be alive

He just died.

Or at least… that’s what he thought.

But looking around, trying to remember his techniques, the more he saw that wasn’t true.

The training dummies, the powered off lights, his own hands, the windows leading to the rising sun, his daggers tossed away on either side of him.

His light weight training clothes, the training room floor beneath him, the cold concrete wall behind him, his soul beating in his own chest.

Pots and pans clanging in the distance. Killer’s loud voice occupying it. The sound of his own breathing.

The reminisce of dirt and dust lingering in the air, faint hints of breakfast wafting in.

Blood.

He could taste blood in his mouth.

Wait….

No he didn’t.

That was morning breath. 

He needed to wash up, a new day had started already.

Cross sat there a moment more, replaying what he thought was reality, over and over again in his mind.

He was dying. He did die. Didn’t he? Countless times. Over and over. Timeline after timeline.

Those were him dying.

He wasn’t just dreaming. He was remembering.

He did die. He has died. He was dead.

But… then how could he see the training room get flooded with light so easily as the sun peeked over the horizon. Feel the dirt between his fingers as he was reminded it was chore-day today. Nightmare walking downstairs to the kitchen in the old, creaky castle. The reminder of the old fluff that he tore out of the dummies last night. A reminder he went to sleep last night. 

And he woke up again this morning.

He wasn’t dead.

He was alive.

He was living.

And he had to live today.

He groaned, getting up, sore all over. He steadied himself in the wall and dissipated his daggers. 

He gave another deep breath, before he walked.

Walked away, out of the training room, and into his life.

He was alive.

brush the dust out of my hair

[Killer Sans and Chara, this is not a ship at all and should never be one.]

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No matter how much you comb, how much you wash, bits of dust will always be there

Killer holds the white part of the soul, and Chara holds the red part of it in this drawing.

Inspired by one of my mutuals @howlsofbloodhounds ‘s posts.

Killer Sans and Something New AU Chara belong to Rahafwabas, dividers do not belong to me and the creators are reblogged on my blog, as they had reblog or like to use or free to use on their post.

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.

URGENT: KOSA GOING TO HOUSE TODAY!!

[ID: a screenshot of a discord message from user @Taikeero-Lecoredier which reads: "@everyone

‼️URGENT: KOSA has been officially introduced in the House as of today.

We need to spread the word on social media and urge people to send emails to Congress through stopkosa.com.

https://www.stopkosa.com/

• There will be a hearing on Wednesday (17th April) where KOSA, along with some other bad internet bills, like the Protecting Kids on Social Media Act could be pushed.

• We will be having a calling day on TUESDAY (16 th April) to make clear to Congress that there is still a ton of opposition to these bills.

https://energycommerce.house.gov/posts/chair-rodgers-and-ranking-member-pallone-announce-legislative-hearing-on-data-privacy-proposals-1

• House Energy and Commerce is holding the hearing so they are the best offices to call this week ‼️

https://energycommerce.house.gov/representatives

DONT FORGET: You can go to what-to-write-and-say and check pins to know what to say !!

• You can use http://badinternetbills.com/ to contact your congress people!

• And https://www.house.gov/representatives/find-your-representative to find all of the phone numbers of your House Representative, and faxzero.com to send up to 5 free faxes a day

SPREAD THE WORD !!" End ID]

^^ PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD AND CALL, EMAIL AND FAX YOUR REPS ASAP!!

here's another site where you can find your Reps if the one provided above gives you trouble.

here's a perma link to the Stop Internet Censorship Discord, where there are loads of resources and petitions to sign and actions you can take to keep the Internet censorship free.

Anx doodle! 🪩🕺

I saw a cool video a person made about anx and I am very grateful that there's still people who like him so much... But there were people in the comments of that video saying hateful stuff about me so let's be clear about something:

- If you don't like Anx there's absolutely nothing wrong and you have all the right to just ignore him and keep going with your life... Instead of spreading misinformation about me 🕺

- When I made anx I didn't expect any attention from it because it was just some drawing i made to cope with stress at that time, I didn't think much about it since I was just having fun and I'm sorry. I tried my best to fix him and even give him an story without previous preparation.

- Just because he's not representing anxiety exactly how you want him to represent it, doesn't mean it's wrong, everyone have different experiences and ways to cope their stress.

I'm really tired to having to explain myself about this characters this gotta be the last time 🫶