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Exercises for all the homies who want to have a long career drawing.
The true problem with being an artist and drawing all day (as I wanted my whole life) is that human backs are not designed to hold that position, so it is very common for artists and designers to have really stiff shoulder blades, creating a chain of muscle strain towards the arm AND the back… and a lot of pain.
These are some physical exercises for artists and honestly anyone who works at a desk.
(all credit to my physiotherapist)
writing is just staring at a blank document thinking, “this is the year i revolutionize literature,” while frantically googling synonyms for “walked.”
hiiii totally don’t imagine being married to nanami and sobbing in front of a mirror when u realize the hickeys he gave u before shibuya are fading :3 totally don’t imagine that :33 totally don’t imagine the last remnants of him (other than the cold, heavy rings on ur finger) slowly fading off of ur body :333 tooooooottalllyyyy don’t imagine that!!!
Robert Downey Jr. discusses the role of Tony Stark and his legacy.
my mouth is torn
idk how. but my entire mouth is like ripped and swollen.
my tongue hurts, my gums hurt, my cheeks hurt, my throat hurts, myMOUTH HURTS
IM FUCKING SOBBING IT HURTS SO MUCH!!?!!!????!?!?!!????
Update, I feel extremely sick rn
i call this one "tummy hurts" (based on true events)
@theyaremanycolors ......
What the shit is wrong with you. What could have possibly possessed you to write this. Why. I was fine a minute ago. My dude. This was extremely uncalled for and honestly I'm offended. All pos but im still really fucking upset you know. Ouchie. That hurt right there in my chest.
Thinking about Kai's fighting style in the realm of monsters, and how creative he had to get whenever he was (on the rare occasions) fighting without Rusty or Daidan to help him.
All of those monsters are impossibly bigger than him, and he needs to use something to hoist himself up in order to actually reach the head and neck. Him using his fire to heat his soles so it sticks to the skin in a mess of boiling flesh. Using daggers to anchor himself repeatedly to go upwards, then finishing it quickly with a slash to the back of the neck and hoping it falls forward instead of backward.
Then when other monsters gather around the new corpse, littered in a linear pattern of scars and burns, all in a line, same as the other few, a rumor spreads among the half sentient monsters.
A giant centipede of fire and steel, some say.
It finds a victim and coils around it, using its hundreds of legs to constrict it before finishing off in one strike, one says in awe.
It never eats it prey, leaving it to rot on the ground instead to show dominance, another says to its mate.
Even with its size, it's never been seen. It burrows underneath the ground, waiting for a chance to burst out and strike, a mother says to its young. Warning.
And the rumor grows, twisting into something more fantastical. Until one day, a lizard made of rotting wood and bone stumbles upon Kai, right on top of another monster, covered in black blood, catching his breath. The lizard scurries to its nest, and the rumor twists into something closer to the truth.
There is no centipede, it screeches. More gather around it.
It's small, and that's its way of trickery. It hides in plain sight, waiting for something to grow confident. To grow complacent and take its size for weakness.
It moves like no other. In flashes of red and orange and waves of blood and muscle. The fire and shadow are fond of this one, always hovering around it. Keeping it unseen.
Its eyes are as hollow as the abysmal ocean, devoid of mercy. Any it sees are guaranteed death, and those it spares are left mangled. Dying of their injuries. It never eats, never takes, only kills in slashes of flame and iron. It was never seen until now, no name it holds either.
After the rumor spreads further, more seeing the nameless monster in person, Kai develops a title. A warning for the ones who know it. There are many, some still calling it the fire centipede, another calling it the killer of giants, but there is one name that has gained popularity. That has made its way into the stories of every mother whispering to their young.
And now, when Kai pulls out his sword in a blaze of yellow and red, he finds that some scurry away. Screeching something he swore he could make out.
Fire Demon, they scream in fear, running off. Fire Demon, they cry out, warning others. Fire Demon, they think in horror, as none have survived it.
Fire Demon.