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my fav metroidvania gals #metroid #silksong

What if we just...edit around the problem. 🤔
I needed to know. We needed to know. Here you go.

Various reference photo poses of someone holding a bottle, showing difficult to draw angles

Various reference photo poses of someone gesturing with their hand palm up, showing difficult to draw angles

Various reference photo poses of someone holding forks and spoons as one would use to eat, showing difficult to draw angles

Various reference photo poses of hands of all different poses showing difficult to draw angles, like holding a door frame or grasping a ball or doing up a zipper or just resting on a table

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It's Friday! That means I have money for thirty seconds, until I pay the myriad bills that are on the verge of being late and going right back to having barely anything left to buy myself or my cats food with.

I'm so tired.

Ah man, that's something I wanna try, too. At least it's not a big investment and it's mostly hands-off. And if it does come out, it just kinda rolls into the next batch!

Right!? So many people catching the plague lately. :/ hope you guys are well, I really miss ya!

I am SO tired of being sick. Please just let free. Passing the time watching baking videos just makes me wanna make bread, but I really don't want to infect the kitchen so I can't. @___@

A cat sleeping in an oil painting style

A little nap for the morning study cat ♥ #cat #art #morningstudy

rendered and ready to fuck shit up
#art #noai

comic writing tip: if it feels boring to draw just put the whole thing in space. just yeet the whole damn setting it’ll be ok trust me

Holy SHIT

do you also sometimes fantasize about walking through the environment you built in tiny glade and imagine a cozy life in a high fantasy walkable community with your friends or are you normal

GOD I LOVE TTRPGS.

I just know that there's a part of me that sees Hades in my Switch library and remembers a l o n g time ago when I was playing it for the first time, and then there's a part of me that doesn't understand. That just happened. Time hasn't moved, what do you mean?

And then is deeply, deeply sad.

There's just a million things that happened, that I did, back then, and a weird part of me feels like my life now, objectively better than it was then, has ended in some way I can't properly explain.

Maybe it's literal death. I've lost close friends and family since then. I'm not sure.

But looking through my library of Switch games tonight, remembering the comfort of playing them when things were so very, very Bad? I still somehow miss it.

My dad would go get donuts when the little girl my mom was doing nursing work with was at our house. I miss the kolache he'd give me.

There is a specific flavor of Big Sad that I've been getting periodically for a long while now. A singular pining for that Time When The World Ended.

I don't want to go back, mind you. Things were insanely stressful, and terrifying in an existential way.

I'm a little excited for Final Fantasy VII Rebirth

And have been steeping in Crisis Core content to cope. (Please USPS ship fasterrrrr. I'm shipping at the speed of sound)

They've decided that he's going to need bypass surgery, he'll be transferred to another hospital in a few days. Then it'll be the moment of truth.

Woke up to texts that dad was in the hospital, another heart attack. Not sure how he's doing, yet, but I can say for sure that I'm not great.

With this place open now, I can finally actually toss the hellsite and not look back.

The mad science is complete. >:D

How could I ever have forgotten the Holy Grail of dinner is, in fact, breakfast?

Thanks I hate it!

tumblr post by mikeyshackwriting I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So l reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I've been writing more. "I won't get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal" used to be something l said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn't cough up four pages in one sitting. I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it's something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can't stop now, because I'm enjoying myself, I'm having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn't been true of my original works since middle school. And sometimes I think, "Well, two hundred is technically less than four hundred." And I have to stop myself,

"it's much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all."

Another first-time baking experiment: creampuffs! I've decided I'm not a fan of pastry cream, so might have to figure out a better filing for next time. Other than that though, I think these came out really well!

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