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They've been apart for too long.

And I say that's enough [redacted].

By the way, if the real life J&R situation pains you, reading this story will most likely soothe your soul. ♡

Illustration for the fic "Thank you, goodnight!" by @bnejovi, particularly The Hug™ scene from chapter six. ♡♡♡

Bright and early in the morning decided to check if they came up with an accessible and actually working anti-AI art protection tool yet (they did not).

I'm so tired of this.

I got three artworks done that I can't make myself post. Haven't posted in months, and I don't know if I ever dare to do that while everything is the way it is.

Also a funny ☠︎︎ thought. My friend, who argued with me that AI won't replace me - she used to commission me for graphic design. She doesn't anymore, 'cause she learned how to generate, and it's free, unlike commissioning someone real. ))0)0

I'm not being replaced at all, you see. )

If anyone here sees this, you're welcome to tell me in detail just how much you hate AI in art. ♡ Also any suggestions of anti-AI protection will be very appreciated.

This made me think of an old art idea of mine - to draw him as a faerie... and then draw like at least ten more faerie illustrations, inspired by him, and make them into a colouring book... And when it's done and printed, send it to him.

I guess I should finish (or even better redraw) this little mermaid Jonny... As they say, Maybe Someday

But rn, I'll post him as a half finished artwork and a sketch

I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, waiting for the right moment to post it (even I don’t know what I was waiting for).

Regardless, have this Richie study. If I can find the original photo I will link it here.

Reverent shading to show my love

whats going on with studio ghibli? ive been pretty much under a rock and ive got no idea whats going on,

Here you go!

aftermath.site

Stop Sharing The Ghibli AI Slop, What Is Wrong With You - Aftermath

Nobody needs to see this shit

We must protect them at all costs. ♡

We used to swim the same moonlight waters

Oceans away from the wakeful day

The meaning of mentioned Tarot Arcana:

I envisioned this thing a year and a half ago, when I only started getting acquainted with the band and The Ship. Now I think Jon also gives off some serious Emperor vibes (and as a necessary counterbalance to The Emperor comes The Fool, who among other things represents freedom). But now... now I'm not doing angst. I'm here for some celestial sweetness. For some astral romance if you will (not the second Nightwish reference in one post).

As it should've been expected, pinterest falls another victim to the AI plague.

So if you post anything you create in there, especially art - please find this section hidden in your account settings, and opt out. Otherwise the pins will probably be fed to AI without permission.

This collage I made back in 2022 has been rediscovered by a bunch of lovely people here recently, and I thought I might as well reblog it too. I still love it, and I appreciate your warm attention. ♡

Also. After I saw the fourth movie, I made a Neo x Smith art, for that gem contained so much fruitiness it was dripping off the screen. Here it is if anyone's interested:

Tumblr

Hermitess

I just have never heard a program speak of love.

Cookies need love like everything does.

Ah dear friend I remember the night

The moon and the dreams we shared

Edits are mine, the quote is from "Beauty and the Beast" by Nightwish.

Made this to end the year meaningfully, for not only is that fun, but it's also a manifestation. Bonbora is alive. ♡

Plus totally unrelated XD but I wanna share this wonderful vintage quote I found:

They [fairies] live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are. ♡♡♡

J.M. Barrie "Peter Pan"

Today is the day when I mastered the courage to check if tumblr lets AI train on our art. And of course it does. But even though this "opt out" thing is not forever (f*cking twi's my witness), and even though it should be "opt in", not "opt out", hidden somewhere in the depths of preferences, don't ignore it. Switch.

PSA: Tumblr/Wordpress is preparing to start selling our user data to Midjourney and OpenAI.

you have to MANUALLY opt out of it as well.

to opt out on desktop, click your blog ➡️ blog settings ➡️ scroll til you see visibility options and it’ll be the last option to toggle.

to opt out on mobile, click your blog ➡️ scroll then click visibility ➡️ toggle opt out option.

if you’ve already opted out of showing up in google searches, it’s preselected for you. if you don’t have the option available, update your app or close your browser/refresh a few times. important to note you also have to opt out for each blog you own separately, so if you’d like to prevent AI scraping your blog i’d really recommend taking the time to opt out. (source)

Red, red rose... brought it home to you

Blood-red rose tells me that you're true

Red, red rose, blood-red rose

Like a fire inside that grows... blood-red rose

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Fathers, please. ♡

[the video, soft and beautiful, that I used for references, is "Bon Jovi | Diamond Ring | Rare Pro Shot | London 2010" by hAnD90]

These two fellas are leprechaun Sean Devine and trooping fairy Count Grogan. The story says they hate each other - not just because of the ages-old rivalry between their clans, but also on a purely personal level. 

And you know what, I don't buy it, 'cause this supposed interpersonal hatred looks like silent longing and repressed desire™. 

When another one of their fights goes too far, they both end up in the underworld. And I think this is the perfect opportunity for them to take a deep breath, calm down and face the truth - they feel something... and it's not hate.

Richie Sambora in a historic AU as an inn owner by day and rogue chieftain by night.

Key words: late XVIIIth century, 1780s (yes, 80s again, are we even surprised), marquis de Sade, treasure hunters | rogues | pirates, pirate ship.

There's another miniature portrait - like this one on the wall, but featuring the owner. It belongs to the person with fluffy blonde hair. The two of them got these portraits done in their youth, and exchanged them to be able to look at each other even if distance separates them.

The concept in more detail:

These two have faced a new, unfamiliar feeling. Sometimes it scares them, and the world being cold, unjust and dangerous doesn't help.

But they have their bond, they're each other's safe space and quiet harbor, and when they're locked in tight embrace the darkness out there seems to fade.

Illustration for the fic "Damned" by lyndysambora, the beginning of chapter five.

Heartwarming moments.

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I just... I love them.

I've decided I want to immortalize that one piece of 2006's show in Stuttgart - soft blue tinted, glorious and... alluring. With a little J&R moment because it's too darn cute to miss.

Understand how you want. I only know what I see here, and what I see is the spark.

This is how it would be if I was an OFC in a self-insert fanfic about my beloved rock band with time travelling to their early years.

80s... Imposed toxic masculinity - sometimes it met some resistance, but much more often it was given up to or just embraced to the fullest. Queer rocker boys forced by their money-hungry management, record labels and rock/metal environment in general to act mAnLiER and to suppress their true self. Despite of delightfully androgynous appearances of 80s bands, when it came to their views, values and everyday life decent part of them were toxicly masculine, sexist, misogynistic and/or homophobic.

What a time to live in (I really love this era aesthetically very much though). And what a time for me to interfere at last with my determined, believing and loving slasher soul.

Jon Bon Jovi aesthetic collage which looks like it's coated in sugar because he is such a sweet cutiepie.

Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora in their previous incarnations as duet of bards in medieval Europe (I'm thinking Italy). So I guess you can say they're still in the 80s, but it's 1480s.

Here I imagine them being kind of travelling musicians - in this particular scene they're performing on a medieval fair, connected to some seasonal festivity; and there always are other places for them to play at, as well as to meet their fellow musicians. I'd say they're doing great.

Aside of aesthetic there's another reason why I chose middle ages as a setting. Sometimes I learn things that make me think we, our society, our rules and laws and those cishet men of power who write them, are still mentally living in some clone of the ancient world. This feeling haunts me, and it's my healthy way to express it, apparently.

I love the result, and I love being inspired again after such a long period of emptiness. Great thanks to fandom for making me feel alive.

No will to draw, no will to paint - mid of summer is the most uninspiring time for me. But luckily I have this little sketchbook illustration of wild flowers growing nearby, on my street and on surrounding ones, which I made a month ago. With pink background it looks like some glammy herbarium to me.

I searched for these flowers' names, and turns out pink ones are Malva sylvestris (з милою альтернативною назвою "калачики лісові"), and blue ones are Cichorium intybus.

You're living in a country r*ssia deeply cares about.

God knows why but for a long time I wanted to make an art dedicated to the most divine drink I love - hot cocoa on plant based milk. It somehow warms my heart when I drink it, especially if I manage to achieve this mesmerising thick bubbly foam which under the right angle shimmers with all colors of the rainbow.

I'm not your pretty little flower.

Once I had a dream: a perfectly beautiful room I hope to create for myself one day. Where I'll feel safe and in peace, and whose aesthetic I will just adore. Sadly, I forgot almost everything about this dreamy room - except for one feature, it was just engraved in my memory: there were decorative hand painted plates displayed on the wall, and each of them pictured a mermaid.

So I decided I want to draw this room of my dreams, and those mermaid plates especially.

A living space of which I dream went through some serious changes during the recent years of my life. I remember when we studied art history in the university how I was obsessed with medieval architecture and interiors, and how I thought what a fun (and what a mood) it would've been to live in romanesque or early gothic castle, or at least in a little lonely tower.

Then my lust for whimsy became a bit more modest, and for some time I imagined a mansion built in one of those styles as a place to live.

After that my longings narrowed down again, and in that point of life I was saving plenty of images of both cute and tiny cottages and simple apartments.

And here I am now, subconsciously dreaming about just decorating a corner in my own way.

Isn't it amasing how the dream gets smaller and smaller when it faces our world of money? What a miraculous exhaustion of belief in fairytale.

Made only now this little portrait, a thought of which didn't leave me since I've seen photo of Mahsa Ami̇ni̇ who died after morality police arrested her for wearing a hijab in a wrong way.

How absurd is this - none of mortal souls must have such a power over others' personal choices. Stand with Iranian women - they're fighting against something giant, swollen and very, very old. Something that doesn't want to go quietly.

That feeling when you are Ukrainian scrolling ukrainian news feed.

An already monstrously big neighbouring country hates you and wishes you death, few others support and help her, so here, get a shelling at queue and missile strike on crowded shopping mall, both ended up with victims.

And wipe the tears off the screen when you're done reading, babe.

This post I want to dedicate to the earth.

I rarely meet her myself because the city surrounds me.

But I love her. And I know exactly that a lot of people in my country have with her much deeper connection. They work with her putting in this a massive amount of time and efforts. They take care of her and appreciate her - for the fruitfullness and for the fact that she just exists. Earth is if not sacred (or is it) than at least definitely very important. We owe her a lot.

That is why it's very hurtful for me to read some of news which regularly appear since the beginning of russian full scale invasion. I wrote down a few:

· russian troops are digging tranches and building fortifications along the perimeter of Zaporizhzhia nuclear power plant.

· occupants blew up the ammunition near the power unit, and that started a fire (this power plant is biggest in Europe, damage of its explosion would be worse than one of Chornobyl disaster).

· russian missile flew dangerously low above South Ukraine nuclear power plant.

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· occupants launched a missile strike on the chemical plant and hit a cistern with nitric acid.

· because of fighting there was an ammonia leak. Cloud is moving above the grounds.

· during bombings russia destroyed the only in Ukraine and one of the biggest in Europe gene bank of plants where more than 160 thousands varieties from the whole world were preserved.

· a cholera outbreak started in occupied Mariupol.

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· occupants shelled a tractor working in the field - driver was seriuosly injured.

· russian troops destroyed by missile strike an elevator which was able to preserve up to 30 thousands tons of grain.

· russia stole more than 400 thousands tons of grain on temporarily occupied territories of Ukraine - this can lead to the famine in some regions and in the number of countries. Now russia's trying to sell the stolen.

This is outrageous disrespect for others' work and for how much to this work the earth had given. This is awful unconcern for environment, nature, soil. This is selfishness which has no boundaries - only to show their illusive power and satisfy the ego - their or their master's - people are ready to cause a destruction scaled like nuclear explosion.

How many more tortures this earth is able to endure?

Mirror can't stand the real face of russian soldier.