#and I don't know if I'll even manage to draw these

[nights-at-crystarium]

Okay this's a long post, but I'm BEGGING you to slow down and read the above stuff. The general sentiment's bleak and depressing, though, whether you're a creator or a reader, we're all stuck in this current reality.

In our xiv corner, I noticed that some people actually begin to look up to my work as an inspiration and a success story. While this "success" keeps being shaky and uncertain, I have to keep promoting my work like cursed in order to stay in the same place, I AM able to work on Fragments full time and have a home and eat, so I guess that qualifies as success these days. I hope this doesn't come across as bragging, in face of horrors I simply want to provide a positive example, to acknowledge how lucky and privileged I am that, despite everything, there are still enough people that love and support Fragments.

I'm in my 30s, but I've never had any real comic aspirations, no ocs that I dreamt of since I was a child. So, while I emotionally resonate with the jaded creators in this post, my story's a bit different. I'm forever a fanartist, a fandom dweller that tried making something out of pure love, and it happened to be in a fandom large and active enough to pick up.

It began in 2022, in the hellish post-apocalyptic socmed landscape that I've been able to navigate only because I have a decently analytical, "seller" mindset, and a lot of spite for the evil that took away MY internet. They shit all over my home, now I'm fighting tooth and nail to keep the tiny island that keeps shrinking every year (the censorship, the algorithms, the conservative and purist idiots). Audience becomes more and more shallow, hard to please (the oversaturation, everyone's an artist now), hard to grab (everything has to be FLASHY!!!!! Bite-sized, instant gratification), trained by twitter and tiktok to consume without giving anything back.

Making a comic (or fics, or regular art, anything) isn't hard. It's nice and fun. It's more accessible than ever now! But getting it out there? Will you have enough mental fortitude to keep pushing your work, day after day, for months, for years? If you stop showing up on people's feeds, you're forgotten. But what if there isn't enough new material to show? Not everyone can churn out a new art every day. Recycling old stuff? A part of you dies whenever you do that. Creators are also scared to interact and support each other due to the cancel culture, so everyone's on their own now. At least I am. I write, I draw, I publish, I promote. To say it's exhausting is to say nothing.

You have to conform. To make attention-grabbing visuals, to sterilize what words you type (unless you're on tumblr, bless) so that your post isn't dumped to trash by algorithm for having "support" or "dead" or "fuck" in it. Even if you jumped through all of those hoops, there's still a risk that people don't care for some reason. Try again.

One of the above posters expressed that to make comics is to be punk again, and boy does it resonate with me. I have so much anger and frustration and spite in me, I'll fight and retaliate until it literally kills me. My way of fighting is holding onto the one good thing that I have in my life, working on Fragments and then being a freak about it with my readers. Fragments is a mature work, it has the ~problematic~ shit that'll make the tiktok-brainrotted people clutch their pearls. Good. It doesn't even conform to the classic comic/manga layout, it's something else entirely, not even because I'm so desperate to be original, but because I do what works for me, what's easier to draw, what brings me joy. The entire comic's punk as hell in every way imaginable. And yet, it managed to find enough other punks that love it just the way it is. It's been 3 years, and I'm still blown away.

I'm a confident person, I know what I'm doing, I LOVE what I'm doing, I HAVE FUN (until I have to promote the goddamn thing again). My work's unusual and it'll probably never stop being niche. However, it's got just enough vibe to attract my tribe, for which I'm grateful. Just wanted to say don't give up, random person thinking of making a comic, be yourself, do whatever the fuck you want, prepare to endure a lot and then some more, but it might just work out for you even in 2025.

P.S. One last thing!! Never give in to the perfectionism. Done is better than perfect. Draw and move on, even if you feel dissatisfied with it. Chances are, you're your harshest critic, and no one else will notice the thing that drives you crazy. Don't get caught up in the loop of doom where you wanna redraw/rewrite what you've already published. MOVE THE FUCK ON. KEEP WALKING FORWARD.

In your view/experience. is the rate of "incompleteness" among webcomics more or less the nature of online personal projects as a whole? Or is there something specific to webcomics like laboriousness, audience expectations, relative medium infancy or whatnot?

well for one thing webcomics has changed significantly in the last ten years. it used to have a much lower barrier for entry, just get a smackjeeves account or set up a website with a wordpress plugin. starting a webcomic when i started my webcomic vs starting a webcomic now are totally different experiences.

so i can only speak to people who started their webcomics roughly ten years ago. and roughly ten years ago a lot of us were a whole lot younger with a lot more time and energy to spend on a comic for free. this part is probably still somewhat true for new artists.

but then you get older. your ideas change. your skill develops and the old stuff isn't as good. or you don't have as much time, you got a day job. unless you're one of like five people on earth your webcomic is not paying your rent. you need to make money. your shoulder hurts. you're 30 now. you're struggling to make updates on time between whatever else makes you happy and what else you need to do to live. you wrote this story when you were 21, you don't relate to it anymore, you have different ideas, you've grown up, your audience has noticeably dropped off from the peak, social media managing is hard, you have to go to work, you're so tired, all the time.

it's a lot of things.

[thattimdrakeguy]

This Is Who JASON TODD is As a PERSON. What His LIMITS Are.

Gosh, how I adore you Jason Todd.

Maybe not as a person--he does some prettyyyy messed up stuff. But as a character, how fantastic you were.

All right, so we talked about Jason Todd's skills a lot. How much of a genius he is. Stuff like that.

But who is he as a person?

What are his limits?

Don't have to answer that. 'Cause I'm gonna show you.

Can't let this post go to waste, can I?

A man who's dedication to stopping crime is far more fierce than maybe any other character in the main DC Universe. He often seems like he's playing around, but he never actually is as we discussed before.

Damn I miss when Jason Todd was scary.

People draw and write him like he's a 90s anti-hero or something.

No, he's a horror character for bad guys.

That makes him so damn cool and appealing. He's scarier than even Batman. And that says a lot.

He's shown to kill them without much care, unless he's actively using them, or manipulating them and the what not. Up to this point we really haven't seen what his limits are. Heck, I skipped it, but him leading Batman and Nightwing right to Amazo might make it seem like he has nothing against killing good guys.

Not the case.

He does not kill heroes.

While nowadays they softened Jason up so much he's barely recognizable. Close to the immediate aftermath of Under the Hood, some writers outright wrote him to be a murderous villain that'd kill anybody

That's horse shit.

Jason Todd is the most anti-hero, anti-hero, to ever be an anti-hero.

He wouldn't say he plays nice.

But you don't exactly see him killing her to get out of his way do you? Is he tying her up in some boobytrap 'cause he's a sadistic psycho? No.

Pit madness is mad up by fans to excuse Jason's behavior in comics like Teen Titans where he tried to murder Robin/Tim Drake, and later on in Nightwing where he was murdering anyone to ruin Dick's reputation.

When in reality that was all just bad writing.

Seriously, guys, it's fiction. You don't have to make up excuses. These guys aren't Gods that write this stuff. They make mistakes like the rest of us. Gotta learn to accept what is once in a while. Easier on the blood pressure.

I mean, damn, he's genuinely quite helpful in fact. Showing off his intelligence to help Onyx

What you don't remember Onyx? I can't--You're serious--?I mean--

I don't remember her either. I don't really care.

Just don't mistake his kindness for weakening of his own moral code. He does not back down. He will not back down. He refuses to back down. His mission is the most important thing to him. He won't kill you if you didn't do anything wrong.

But do not think you can get in his way.

He's that sort of a man.

Damn, I miss how cunning Jason used to be. It's soo gooood.

The confidence on this man makes even a nasty man like himself feel oddly likable despite his horrible and violent actions.

Art-wise, I love how he goes back to shadow-y and scary looking once he reveals his darker nature. It's extremely good visual story-telling. Could be them representing the lighting only.

It really works for it's benefit though in ways they may not have realized.

Still great stuff regardless.

He is scary as hell. Menacing. Calculated. Cunning. Genius. Never to be underestimated. Knows how to play people right where he wants them.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, but Jason Todd is one of the smartest members of the Bat-Family. He managed to out work BATMAN AND NIGHTWING for crying out loud. You don't just do that. And Batman acknowledges that it isn't luck either.

Intelligence comes in many forms. When it comes to manipulation and tactics though? It's Jason's ballgame. He's the one in control.

Still doesn't mean he'll kill anyone only for the sake of it. He actively helps clean the wound he causes. It's a very insightful character moments that let's you get inside the head and moral code of Jason Todd.

Shows you he's not another villain like that.

He's far more complicated than that.

So of course some writers had to be lazy and change that--

Love this big, scary, intelligent bastard of a man.

No ones out here doing it like Jason Mother Saving Todd.

[legendofmorons]

HEY HI HELLO AND A WONDERFUL HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU❗️❗️❗️

You are such a good writer and I adore reading and re-reading all of your stuff, like your written in the stars au and anything that includes Myrah (I'm getting attached to her now.......)

Anyways, for that little birthday bingo, how about Legend and 'separated for a long time'

I hope I got it right I didn't screenshot it fjwkchlwhd

Thank you! I'm glad you like Myrah, she's a favorite of mine.

(I'm)possible

Pairing: Legend x reader

Rating: G

Summary: Sometimes, even when things don't go out how you want, you get to find your way back to your person.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, Time travel magic

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

You swallow thickly when the portal won't let you through, even as Legend holds your hand in a desperately grip.

"No," Legend says. "Why aren't you coming?"

"It won't let me," you say shakily.

"What? No! You said you'd we'd stay together!" He protests as he comes back through to your side.

"I said I'd do everything I could... Legend, we knew this was a possibility."

Legend just shakes as he swallows. "This isn't supposed to end like this!"

"We can't fight this one," you says as you squeeze his hand.

"I can't lose you!" Legend says weakly as he steps into your space.

He holds your hand still.

His free hand comes up to cupyour cheek. He rubs his thumb across your cheek softly.

"I don't like this anymore than you do," you say as you lean into his hand.

"I can't watch you leave," he says shakily.

You know then what you're going to do as a parting gift for him. It will hurt, and there will be no real comfort in it for you...

But it's for Legend.

"You go first then," you say softly. "You don't have to watch me go."

"I- I don't want to leave you!"

"I know, but if you draw it out, it doesn't change anything."

Legend just sighs and closes his eyes. "I don't think I'll ever get over you."

"Try anyway," you say as you turn to press a kiss to the palm cradling your face.

"How?"

"I want you to be happy, Link. If you find someone else who makes you happy, don't stay hung up on me," you smile sadly.

"You say that like you're easy to get over!" Legend says with wide, wet eyes. He lets go of your hand and moves to cup your cheeks with both hands. "Don't you understand that you're it for me? If I somehow manage to get close enough to anyone else to even start getting feelings for them , you're going to haunt me!"

You close your eyes against tears. "I'm not that special. You'll come to your senses one day, Link. You'll find someone to settle down with."

"Shut up! You are the most amazing person I know! I would fight anything just to keep you," Legend says shakily as his thumbs brush tears from your cheeks.

You swallow thickly, and move the borh of you so you can press your foreheads together. One hand cradles his face while the other rests on his shoulders.

There's a split second where you make a decision that you will find your way back to him no matter what. It's not going to be easy...

You have no idea how you'll get back to him in all honesty...

You will get back to him , hough.

"Do you trust me?" You ask with a shaky voice.

"Is that even a question? Of course I do," Legend breathes out.

"Then I need you to trust that I will find my way back to you. I promise."

"How?"

"I don't know, but I will."

"You cann't -

"You said you trust me."

"I trust you," he says weakly.

"Good. Then I need you to go home, I'll find my way back to you."

Legend makes a soft sound. "Really?"

"Really," you assure weakly.

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Today marks two years since your return from the adventure with the heroes of Hyrule. It's not a particularly great day for you , but you have things to do.

The coffee is a miracle you are grateful for as you find yourself fiddling with the protective ring Legend never let you give back.

Today is more time working on time magic with your friends, but you can't say you have high hopes just now.

Even with all the research and trials , you haven't managed anything too promising yet.

Zelda comes into your home with a call of your name.

She brings Impa, Link, Beedle, and Perry the postman.

Sure, Link is your baby cousin that could all but be your brother for the way your parents raised him, but he's sweet.

Perry is pretty serious about his appointment as the royal postman.

Beedle is a sweetheart, and honestly, he's got some good ideas.

Zelda is just a God friend who's willing to lend her magic.

"If we could figure out how to get a magic anchor to the era, we could pull it off," Zelda sighs as she looks through the many, many, many notes.

"I don't know, we tried the ring," Perry sighs as he motions to you.

"It's not like the royal family keeps heirlooms laced with the magic of their princesses," you snort.

"Well..." Zelda trails off.

"Are you serious?" Link asks

"I can't say we'll find one to Legendary era... but I think we can get back to at least Wild's, and then the other magical ties would he easier to find..." Zelda muses.

"Wait - really?" You ask immediately.

"We can try!" Zelda smiles. "Give me a few days!c

Two weeks and after several visits to other eras, you finally have a full network to travel to all the boy's eras. Though you've only been to see Wild, Warriors, and Hyrule so far, you can visit the others later.

Now, though? Now you can go see Legend.

Your friends send you off with supplies and hugs, and we'll wishes. You step through the gold and white portal.

You emerge outside Legend's house.

You're here!

You knock on the door and giggle at Ravio when he starts asking questions.

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Legend trudges through his front door with a limp and an excitement to sleep for the next year.

The house seems to be in the usual condition, so at least Ravio hasn't done anymore crazy.

There's laughter as he closes the door.

"Oh- Mr. Hero is back!" Ravio calls.

Oh.

There's someone else here, then?

Legend groans as he drops his gear by the door.

"Legend?" A voice asks.

He knows that voice.

And only so many people call him that.

Legend looks up to you, and he nearly sobs at the sight.

You stand in front of his sofa, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

He has to be seeing things.

He... dosen’t think he cares.

You look even more awe-inspiring than he remembers. Your appearance is better than he remembers seeing.

The way you stare at him with those eyes of yours? He could swear he is dead. He adores your eyes. They are forever going to be seared into his mind.

He dosen’t have to remember now, though. Not because you're here.

"Link?" You call again, softer. Your voice is just as decadent as ever.

Legend surges forward without a thought. His knee aches from where he hurt it earlier, but that dosen’t matter.

Nothing matters except for you.

He just has to get to you.

He has to hold you and be sure you're real.

Legend pulls you into a hug, sinking into your warmth with a soft, desperate call of your name.

You wrap your arms around his tightly as if you too worry about this being fake. You whisper his name as if it's an honest prayer. It makes him feel even weaker.

"You're here," Legend says as he clings to you.

"I told you I'd find a way," you say wetly.

He pulls back just to stare into your eyes with a deep reverence, one he can't even find it in himself to be ashamed of. "Please tell me this isn't temporary. If you leave again, I can't - I can't."

"Hey, hey, I'm here. It's not temporary. I have so much to tell you. We can even visit the others -"

"What?"

"My Zelda found some magic, and we can go visit the others. I'll have to let her explain more later."

"But this is real? You're not disappearing again?"

"This is real."

Legend laughs as he pulls you in to press a sweet, soft kiss to your lips. His hands cup your face reverently as he soaks in your warmth.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you kiss him back.

He could die happy right now if he didn't have the rest of his life with you to live out.

[bangchansrose]

i don't subscribe to the sambucky divorce but i live for angst so fuck it i'll bite- | ao3 ver.

four hours and twelve minutes. that's how long it took to drive from manhattan to washington d.c.

bucky could have taken the jet, but this particular trip was a personal one. val knew, and hadn't bothered to stop him; on the contrary, she seemed thrilled at the prospect of him reasoning with captain america. bucky didn't care.

the car he took was a modest one, something subtle and navy blue. he wasn't trying to draw attention to himself as he pulled up to the apartment building. the last thing bucky needed was to give the press a field day over this.

even after he arrived and turned the car off, he didn't move. he had contemplated the whole way what he would say, but nothing sounded right. hell, bucky didn't even know what the goal of this visit was; all he knew was that they had to talk.

eventually, he managed to exit the car, metal fingers curling around the door handle and pushing it open. he was quick to enter the building, dressed in civilian clothes with an inconspicuous hat shielding his eyes from passersby.

bucky knew how to navigate his way through the building. he could find the right door blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back. but even when he reached his destination, he didn't knock. he wanted to, but he couldn't quite move his arms.

he still didn't know what to say, but that didn't matter anymore.

it didn't matter because all of a sudden, the door opened, and there he was, dressed in an old sweatshirt and black shorts. no shoes. his brown eyes were piercing, but somehow still kind as always. his face was unreadable, a hint of resignation and slight relief flickering in his features. the sunlight that streamed from the window cast a faint golden glow that outlined his figure.

bucky swallowed.

"are you just gonna stand there, or..." it was a dry attempt at jest, overshadowed by the thick tension that hung dangerously between them.

"um. yeah." bucky finally found it in himself to move.

sam wilson stepped aside to let him in.

bucky surveyed the apartment; it hadn't changed much since last time. he turned his head to sam, who was gazing out the window, studying the setting sun silently.

finally, sam spoke.

"why are you here?"

bucky sighed. "c'mon, sam. you know why--"

"no," sam cut in, turning to face bucky, his tone neither harsh nor soft, "i don't. so explain."

bucky found himself at a loss for words. "i--well, i didn't want this conversation to be a phone call."

"what conversation?" sam was being so infuriatingly formal and diplomatic, and bucky was exhausted from the drive, so he couldn't stop himself from snapping, "christ, sam, this isn't the time to play therapist!"

sam stilled, gaze hardening. "then leave, because i'm not fighting you. i made my choice, you made yours. and yeah, it would've been nice to get a heads up instead of seeing it on the news, but you've always been full of surprises, barnes."

"at least hear me out, sam, please." bucky hated the sound of his voice, close to begging and strained, but he wasn't about to back down.

sam hesitated, eyes boring into bucky's. bucky held his gaze, sincerity ringing through.

"fine." he moved to sit on his couch, waving a hand for bucky to follow suit.

once they were settled, bucky spoke.

"you know i was building a case against valentina..."

bucky proceeded to explain what happened since the hearing, up until valentina's dirty trick to get them in front of the cameras and introduce the team as the new avengers. sam was a good listener, of course, expression rising and falling with each detail. bucky even managed to get the occasional chuckle out of him. sam's face was thoughtful, eyebrows furrowing here and there, but overall, he never said a word. throughout bucky's recounting of the story, the two men stayed on opposite ends of the couch. it was a minor detail that bucky had noted, but didn't dare to question.

"...and since then, all we've done so far is move in," bucky explained. he tried to read sam's poker face, but true to form, it was unreadable.

"so... just to make sure i heard you correctly, valentina tricked you into being on a team with nat's sister, her father, ghost, john walker, and this guy, bob, who's actually a former addict struggling with severe mental health issues and bipolar disorder who signed up for a top-secret government project and become sentry, an all-powerful being who nearly destroyed new york?" sam's face remained unreadable.

"basically."

"and you're going along with this for what reason, exactly?"

bucky sighed. "look, it's the only way i--we can control her. keep an eye on her activities, gather evidence to expose her--"

"expose her?" sam stood up, shaking his head. "bucky, you didn't think for a second that it would've been smart to expose her the second she declared you guys the new avengers? undermine her credibility then, in front of all the cameras?"

bucky frowned. "did you not just hear what i said?"

"i heard what you said. and i think this plan is not only dangerous, but could have been over with if you had just called her out then."

"well, it's not your damn plan, sam," bucky snapped, irritated.

"well, it sure somehow affected me without asking!" sam's voice was on edge. "fuck, i stuck my neck out for you twice, risking my life and going up against the government god knows how many times, and this is how you thank me?"

"fuck off, sam, we're not talking about those times."

"really? because i seem to recall both of us fighting alongside steve against the accords so the avengers would not be working with the government, and not only do you go work with them, but you also undermine my credibility by going along with a name taken from a team that i am actively assembling!"

"i didn't fuckin' ask for this, sam!" bucky shot back. "i didn't think it would go this way, but my back was against the wall and that was the best way out!"

"i didn't ask for this either," sam replied coldly. "steve gave me the shield and the title. i didn't ask for it, to be the new captain america in a nation that was looking for a carbon copy, blond-haired, blue-eyed man as steve's successor."

bucky relented. "i know. i know you didn't. i'm just asking you to understand, alright?"

sam sighed. "yeah. i just--i thought we were in this together. but then, the next thing i hear is you're with them, and not so much as a phone call."

a fresh wave of guilt washed over bucky's face. "we are. and i'm sorry. i've been so caught up with everything in congress and with val, i haven't had a chance to actually be with you. keep you updated." bucky paused. "i miss you."

sam couldn't help but smile. "missed you too, buck."

silence hung in the air, but most of the tension had evaporated. there was so much more to say, but at the end of the day, sam couldn't stay mad at bucky. not after all they'd been through. not after everything.

sam glanced at the time. it was nearing six-thirty. he looked back at bucky, who seemed unsure of what to do.

"dinner?" he offered his hand to bucky.

"sounds good," bucky replied, taking it with a grin.

[suudonym]

charmed and enamored by his abandonment issues

[wardingshout]

Hi Livi!

I finally gathered the courage to send something to your ask box. There’s so much I want to say, but I'm not very good at expressing myself, so if my words seem a bit jumbled, I hope you don't mind.

I started using Tumblr a little over a year ago, and I remember stumbling upon one of your artworks after searching the “alttp” tag. I was so incredibly happy and excited — I loved it immediately, especially because it’s so rare to see ALTTP-related art where I’m from.

Back then, I didn’t pay much attention to who the artist was and just kept browsing. But over time, I realized that so many of the amazing pieces I loved were actually created by you! Honestly, your art is breathtaking. The way you portray Link and Zelda outside of the game’s narrative makes them feel so real. Your inspiration and creativity seem endless.

Your use of bright, intricate, and emotionally resonant colors fills every piece with a sense of story — sometimes with a gentle sadness, sometimes with tiny, charming interactions that make me smile.

I remember seeing that you draw on a particular site, and I tried using it too. It was really hard 😣 and made me admire your work even more — I’m amazed at how you manage to create such rich, detailed pieces on such a tiny canvas and with such limited tools.

Your compositions and the way you frame your scenes are incredible too — the perspectives you use, whether it's looking up, down, or close-up, show such skill and depth. I’ve been obsessed with your artwork for a long time 🥺🥺

And the outfits you design for Link and Zelda — they’re absolutely beautiful. They’re so different from the classic green tunic, yet they feel *exactly* like something the characters would wear. I don’t think any language could fully express how much I love your costume designs. Please allow me to scream for a moment here.

There’s still so much I want to say, but now that I’m writing, I find myself at a loss for words. So I’ll just say this: you are truly an amazing artist. Your work is astonishing and deeply captivating.

Also, I drew some of your versions of Link and Zelda — I hope you’ll like them! (Screaming again, their designs are just too beautiful 😭😭)

VIOLET HI!!! 💕💕💕

I'm sorry I have no idea where to start here, I'm feeling so overwhelmed in the best way ever! I just barely managed to load this ask before leaving the locker room at work yesterday and ended up hiding there until everyone else left bc I didn't want them to see my cry haha💕,,

I don't think there's any beginning or end to how emotional this got me and to how honoured I feel to have my art described in such a way;; this is!! absolutely everything I've ever dreamed of reaching with my art, so having someone else putting it into words just from looking at is so incredible !!!! ;v; even if it's hard to feel happy about my own stuff it seems like I can still portray the things I want to, this makes me so happy 🥹💕💕

and especially because a lot of this is stuff I absolutely love about your art too!!!! you have such an incredible way of creating soft, yet somber atmospheres and your compositions always come off so intentional and interesting !!! the way you blend so many different colours into everything looks both natural and interesting and it's one of my absolute favourite things from art !! ✨✨✨

Seeing you back on tegaki was such a joy too !!! ;v; even if it ended up feeling difficult, I was so excited to see you there and getting to check your posts for new comments brought me so much joy !!!! I always wanted to send you more comments but got so caught up in the excitement of you posting smth yourself I got distracted from it too often...

in general I'm always so excited to see you post new art !!! and super grateful we get to see a lot of your sketches lately too !!!! you art has such a consistent and pretty style and always comes off so smooth and effortless and interesting and it has inspired me so much !!! 💖💖💖🥹💕

I'm feeling a bit lost for words since there's So much I want to say it's difficult to phrase it properly. but you bringing up fun tegaki memories reminded me of the most fun way to thank people! (I tried bringing out the classic palette too!)

and since I also really love the way you draw them too and I was sad I missed maid day (yet again) them !!

I've been absolutely losing my mind over the way you drew my little guys!!!!!!!;; I've been looking at them so much already they almost feel ingrained into my brain, to the point I almost forgot they were real !!! there's no way I could properly thank you for all of this; the amazing art, the incredibly nice words and all the art inspiration you bring me by sharing your work!!! I'm feeling so so lucky and again so so honoured ;v; 💖💖💖💕💖💕

[pleaseremembertoforgetme]

i'm so artblocked it's not even funny. here's an old warmup from like 2 weeks ago

also click on the image for better quality

[blueskittlesart]

cold fruit in a hot kitchen (so i had this great watermelon last weekend)

[deoidesign]

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[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 25: Hippopotamus (What The Hell Is It This Time?)

My Hippopotamus rant is here. I love Hippo and I think this was one of the best examples of how putting something off for later can be a very good idea sometimes. So I didn't hear most of it until this summer, and hearing the whole album then was one of the biggest highlights of that time. Thank you modern era Sparks for always bringing us the awesomest music ever.

[raiiny-bay]

today's progress: i think i'm done with the face

[sskk-manifesto]

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[kozidraws]

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[doodlingwren]

Hiatus

I am going on hiatus for a bit more. I really really hoped the stuff that have been going on lately were already "sorted out" but, uhm... they aren't. I need to take a bit more time offline once again, and try to work things out.

Thank you for your patience ❤

Wren

[alatus-k]

I have been super close to a robust number of artists over the years and it is hugely funny how much I absolutely just fucking hate the process of creating digital art

[gender-euphowrya]

blue prince is gonna make me set up a conspiracy theory corkboard with red string wall