Sulla

Nice! A few other things that help:
Glue a cork to the base to act as a grip
If the table isn't a good height, put a box or a block of wood on it to rest your wrists
Keep the brush hand in the same position, move the figure, not the brush
I'm sure you know all this but someone might find it helpful

The first time i scrolled past this i wasn't really looking at it and thought it was a picture of a maltese or something.

malys

I thought, "oh wow this would be a good detail to include in a body horror story"
I'm only slightly horrified by it myself, but maybe other people would be suitably horrified to experience this and it works be a good detail for that kind of story.

It's like having the lingering flavor of vomit caught in my mouth and throat except its not in my mouth, it's in my stomach where it's supposed to be.
And I swear I'm not mentioning it to complain, I'm mentioning it because as soon as i realized what was going on

I've had a bit of a sour stomach today, which wouldn't be too unusual and wouldn't be that big of a deal except for the fact that it almost feels like I can taste the contents of my stomach (coffee and stomach acid) which is really strange and unnerving. It doesn't hurt, it just... tastes.

Feel like maybe i need to create a new draft folder with all new file names so i can actually find what I'm looking for

The British First Sea Lord Jackie Fisher is a curious historical figure because he answers the question of, "What would happen if you sent a Millennial back to the late Victorian era?"

Like, he provided the first documented use of "O.M.G."

I mean, just look at him!

👾aliems

A lady elf sitting on a skull pile

very loud guitar riff version Malys

Repentia

I saw some wild horses in Inyo National Forest crossing CA 120

I don't believe in drinking.
I tell people this, and they're like, "What are you talking about? You were drunk last night!"
Well I don't even remember last night so they're obviously making things up.

Lol wut
Cadia tea

i guess in a roundabout sort of way, this little rant helps illustrate just why i happen to find the Dark Eldar uniquely appealing.

Of course it doesn't help that the topics that inspire me are a niche interest within a niche interest within a niche interest, or that my specific ideas are unpopular and unappealing, or that if I succeeded, it would be straight-forwardly harmful to my reader. None of that changes how I feel.

Like, some people are like "i don't care of people see this" or "i don't care if people like this"
Not me. I care a lot. I think my success as a writer depends entirely on whether my writing succeeds in instilling the thoughts, feelings, emotions, images and sensations in the reader that I intended

If I manage to finish this story, and the reader comes away thinking it was "okay," then I failed.

And if any of it is anything less than perfect I'll never forgive myself, and the hardest part that is that my success shall be dictated by my ability to compel my audience to regard her in the same way I do, to be as fascinated with her as I am, which is halfway out of my control.

She's a walking plot device who can do basically anything, including break a lot of the established rules and conventions of the setting and faction, and I have to find a way to allow her to do that without it feeling convenient or contrived. And i have to make her adventure feel meaningful.

The other challenge is that it's a story about Aerie, and Aerie is a huge tangle of contradictions. She has to be sympathetic and endearing while at the same time being monstrous, horrifying, alien and alienating. She's a shameless Mary Sue, but also a subversion and superversion of the archetype.

Part of the challenge of this story is my aspirations for it. I want your guys to like it as much as I do and I'll feel kinda like a failure if, well, i fail to do that

I actually got back on vyvanse because of the writer's block. Sucks for me that i picked up a new hyperfixation the same week.

I feel like, to be perfectly honest, my creativity is getting crushed under my ambition and my affection for the story and its characters. I care too much about how it turns out.

I actually have the next chapter of Downward Mobility complete and ready to post, but I want to finish writing the current plot arc, then post it once it's done. It's already over a year since I posted anything.

It sucks because now I'm tired, and I was late for work, and I'm slightly hungover
And ironically my keystone symptom of being hung over is feeling depressed and morose

I drank too much last night and the frustrating thing about it is that I only seem to drink too much when Iam having a good time and everything is going well, because I get to the point where I know I should stop and I just don't feel like it

But deathmatch, team deathmatch, and ctf are all a ton of fun

"Found" as in "last played: 2013"
I think i was playing it until i spilled on my laptop, had to send it in for repairs, and never came back to it.
The weak part is that I don't really enjoy the vehicle levels, the mortality in ut3 is so high that you need the maps to be fairly small to do anything.