Richie Sambora In A Historic AU As An Inn Owner By Day And Rogue Chieftain By Night.

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.

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. ♡♡♡

Art blocked.

Sometimes she leaves me alone, this venomous little serpent. But far more often she entwines my neck and makes me cry by her toxic whispering.

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.

Glam metal quintessence:

Look like women, talk like men, play like motherfuckers, as Dee Snider said one day.

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

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.

Sleaze metal quintessence

    January 15 th, 1987     Van Nuys, 8:30 p.m.

    Today we were back in the studio, writing for the new album. I rode in on my Harley feeling all jittery and decided to stop for a small fix... Went in Denny’s on Gower and Sunset (always the classy guy!). I didn’t have a spoon, so I bought a bottle of Pepsi, threw the bottle away, kept the cap and went in their bathroom to shoot up. The shitter was disgusting - black rings and shit stains around the bowl and the unclever graffiti all over the walls...     I sat on my motorcycle helmet on the floor and filled the cap with water from the toilet. I dunno why I didn’t fill it from the sink, like any sane person would. I put the bottle cap on the toilet seat in the piss and stains, and poured coke in it. I drew it up in the syringe, washed it out in the shit water, put a little china white in the cap and cooked it, burning my fingers. I had no cottons, so I just drew it up and shot up.     The studio was fine after that... I just felt dead.

    Nikki Sixx, “The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star”.

    I hope we all understand it’s not a lure, but a warning.