I Love How You Can Put Literally Anything In The Tags Except For Commas. You Can Have Whole-ass Ideas

i want to coin a phrase that's the opposite of writer's block. call it the muse's fire hydrant. thirty thousand story ideas are being beamed directly into your brain and if you don't write them all at once you will die.

You can pry the belief of mine that Norman is a Ratri off my cold, dead hands

i know the manga ended but I’ve been with this hope for long enough

POV you dropped your camera

good news

(based on a scene in chapter 70!)

scared

Fey Pupper!

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Yesterday I read that in Welsh folklore Corgis are thought to be the preferred mount of woodland fairies… so of course, I had to sketch a fairy corgi.

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You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

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angler merfolk and their little isopod friend 👁️ 👁️ im tempted to try and make this bookmark double sided w/ both these versions…

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the reason i love the comparison between angels and machines (robots, transmission towers, trains, computers, etc.) is that it gets to the heart of what angels essentially are: divine machines. they're mechanisms through with the divine is able to act, created with a purpose and "happy" to fill it simply because they were made to do so. they have more in common with a machine programmed to run on algorithms and make calculations based on input commands than they do with humanity, even if they bear a human visage - an attempt by the divine to help bridge the gap. angels do not need to be eldritch monstrosities to be terrifying, because they are already alien to us simply by being angels. for an angel to choose to deviate from their purpose and achieve free will is to fall because in order to have free will they can no longer be an angel, because an angel is defined by its purpose. much like the stories we tell of robots that gain sentence, only to discover that they can never truly be human, but neither can they go back to being a machine, angels who fall become something else entirely, purposeless and adrift and alone. it is a tragic sacrifice.